A Wish to Grab Happiness

Its early horse ran through the gates of Galuamaria a few days behind Largdo-Ann's report.

It was initially in the name of preventing chaos in the city that a decree was laid down, but it was impossible to imprison words in a cage. The fact adds a tail and a back, and it crawls across the city.

- Says the rebellion of the crest men has made the lord false. Says several lords' necks have already been exposed to the castle gate of the Garrist kingdom.

The facts were distorted, causing great fear and great enthusiasm for the citizens of Galuamaria, who were accustomed to peace.

But that's everywhere, fire across the shore.

There's never been a more interesting spectacle. No matter how far the threat spreads, there is no fire in this sanctuary.

Because this is the walled city of Galuamaria. Historically, a holy city without a single stain of failure.

The fact that Karia was in a good mood that day was a source of one story at the Guard Headquarters.

She is a garrison kingdom knight but is now being treated as a guest in the Guard Corps. Its appearance is reminiscent of a sharpened sword. The sword moves are so sharp that I don't think they roll out of a woman's skinny arms.

It's like the knight everyone admires itself.

She is in a good mood to talk about the day as a guest and in the Guard Corps, especially among the planners, even though they call it that. That's not so much hope or romance as one envy.

Since Kalia was based in the Guard Corps, her affairs have become much smaller and the rumors of the members of the Corps. That remains the same today.

"You seem in a good mood... Karia, Dear"

Karia said to look back through the window, saying that she didn't need any attention to the man's words. The private room addressed to her as a guest, the view from that window, is somewhat large.

As rumors have it, Karia's not in a bad mood, apparently. Though the words are not soft, somewhere the cheeks are loose and the eyes are soothed in all their sharpness.

In fact, Karia was floating to the point of not letting the heart buried in her chest bounce intact. The brilliance of your eyes is like a young child. Not surprisingly, because the colour of that joy has appeared in the attitude at least.

"I am only a guest. There would be no need to be honored, no point in being awed."

Still, Karia tells him in a quiet voice, like he pushed joy to death.

"Yes, I will, Mai. At least... not for a man like me."

Gently clapping his shoulders, Karia rocks her silver hair with the window on her back.

This man, apparently, is of that nature. It's not like I'm an authoritarian. Attempt to take courtesies and customs according to format twice as heavily as others. I don't know if this man influenced me, but the vast majority of the guard corps started calling Kalia like that.

Continue and throw the word at the man with his tiny breath out and his tiny eyes as if he were a reptile. Now with a few minutes, or a surprising voice color.

"But what happened to that jaw, lieutenant? Now, if I'd been up in the morning, I'd have done that with a fairy prank, which doesn't mean, yeah?

It's good to say that the man's style is bizarre everywhere. Its characteristic lizard-like eyes. That alone stands out, but now he braces his scarf around his mouth to support that cracked jaw, and when he utters words, he speaks with his hands supporting his jaw.

You think words don't take shape when you don't?

Taking advantage of Kalia's words, for a moment, the indoor air stared.

Ugly feelings that don't even try to hide the stench more than men do, zero out. I didn't put it into words, I didn't put it into attitude. I just did let my emotions seep into the air. Only for a few moments. That's enough to make me want to hide my nose, an emotion that conceived the stench.

Karia's long eyelashes blink and the man's shoes ring slightly.

"... it doesn't matter, like,"

Here it is. Unexpectedly Karia leaks deep exhalation in her chest.

Obviously you care, that. One of the deputy captains of the Guard has returned with a broken jaw while looking around.

But neither the captain who should have accompanied him, Hert Stanley, nor all his men will speak in silence. It's like saying there was nothing. In fact, that's what's happened when there was nothing in the guard corps.

For that reason, it hasn't been that long since he broke his jaw, and this deputy captain has been out early.

Was the original mission considered difficult on the boulder, as an escort for Kalia, and possibly as a surveillance?

It opens up to the way a man doesn't try to talk about things, and Kalia's lips unwittingly close. Then, with little time between them, the man supported his jaw with his hands, spinning to bite the words.

"Has Karia been given any good by heaven?"

Well, apparently, we're going to get back to the subject early. Karia raises both eyebrows that she doesn't want to talk about herself as usual.

It's just that Karia and I didn't hate that word. It sweeps through my chest and reminds me of my tranced emotions.

"Oh. Of course, I'm not such a little girl as to change my mood with me because of the weather. A letter would have come from your father yesterday. The wax has been sealed. Letters are more pleasant than those close to you if you are far away."

Again, turn your heels back and Kalia stands by the window.

Let him speak silently that there is nothing more to say.

Nor did the man seem willing to pursue it any further. Instead, he steps poorly into Karia's mood, which he hasn't been in very good mood here lately, and even wants to avoid undermining being in a good mood.

- As a matter of fact, Karia's mood was showing the worst frustration until yesterday.

Especially since I heard about the crest rebellion. That was remarkable. Everyone around them rumored that the rebellion of the heretics in their homeland was hurting Kalia's chest, but it wasn't.

What was ramming around her chest and scratching was a sense of impatience.

The curtain has already opened, and the actor is awake on the stage. Nonetheless, it feels like I'm just standing around at that end. One person, only given the role, and later the feeling of being left alone, did not care for Kalia.

Oh, so much so that I accidentally threw in a role like this that I thought I'd run up to the stage.

Such a fold, at last, a letter crossed its hand.

The wax is made of it. Kalia's house, imitating Birdnick's family crest. That was really frivolous, but the intention was at a glance.

- Undisputed, it would be a letter from Rugis.

There can be no shaping of that scrupulous wax, either as a real thing or as a masterpiece. Because there's only one person in the world who sends this stuff.

Karia can't describe the joy of the moment she sees it and takes it in her hand. As if the blood in your body quickened that leg and poured in ale.

The heart swallows anticipation and anxiety and moves bigger than ever before. Karia remembers that her fingertips, which did not even tremble in the battle against the great warcraft, were slightly vibrating.

Its contents, in themselves, are simple.

The current situation and the extent to which future policies will be communicated. Even though he put a seal on it, he would be afraid of being censored. Slowly, Karia picked up the truth hidden in euphemistic expressions.

As we worked out steps to exhaust the two by antagonizing the forces of the Guards and the Seals, and to destroy the Seals at the end, it was generally written in the letter. Later, turn away the time of the decision or its means.

As a result, that would be the case if we could have the honor of disintegrating the crests in its hands.

When I picked up the intentions contained in the letter, I remembered Karia unexpectedly choking, throbbing. Whatever, he said it was too coarse a plan.

But I wasn't in the mood for ridicule or ridicule. That throat rang because such calm emotions were shaking all over my chest, rather like seeing something smiling.

When the letter was then put into his chest, its calm expression, with a grin, had replaced it with something too sharp and cold.

As angels and demons are sometimes portrayed as one and the other. The gentle, enveloping grin was instantly transformed into a sharp, piercing grin.

- You idiot. No matter how much you do here, how much you name it, how much the world changes.

Karia understood that her entire gut was pierced by the ice-column with a grin on her expression.

Yes, this world is all about birth. Whoever is born to a knight is to a knight, and whoever is born to a nobleman is to a nobleman. Those born to the common people are the common people. And whosoever is born into the poor, then unto the poor.

That doesn't change. It doesn't change. Because those who make it immutable become kings and nobles and govern the nation.

Karia understands that very well. Rather, it was because he was the one who stood up, extra. Even where Rugis has given so much credit, the world never tries to acknowledge it.

How much in the world will I get to do my job as an adventurer? You won't even get as much land as a poor aristocrat.

Oh, how tough. Oh, my God, I'm stuck. That man, Rugis, will never get into that hand, trying to reach out to glory after all his misery and vision. There's not enough weight in this world to admit him.

- Then already. You have no choice but to swallow this world itself into a vortex of change, Rugis.

Karia didn't realize that her face in the window gave a tranced, seeming look.

The world is small everywhere and I don't want to recognize you very much. As it is now, you can't even touch it with your fingertips or with your glory in your hands.

But don't worry. Relieved but good. From the depths of my heart.

I'll pave the way for glory. I will take you with me to the heights.

Yes, I'm not that brunette magician, I'm not the woman who names childhood tames who aren't beside you. This, me.

That look, beautiful. Its chest is cold everywhere. Karia's silver eyes were brilliant in the window, as if to show its will.