A Wish to Grab Happiness

It was terribly quiet that night.

In the private room of the Guard Corps, Hert Stanley shows the city's light in his golden eyes through a window.

The light is lively, lively but somewhere noisy. Gallu Amalia's, something that shows the prosperity of his hometown. Since childhood, Helt grew up watching this light.

Is it my fault that the light looks dull somewhere lately? Skin tingles. I don't really feel like sleeping. The more unusual the eyes are.

This feeling persisted in this place. But to the contrary, the city is peace itself. Everyday life continues and everyone sings about the relaxing air in the city.

The alumni of the college who were supposed to sing the air together, the fialert, they said she leaned over to him.

Hert's fingers stroke his jaw slightly. It can also be heard from the encounter in the slums, and how they saved him, Rugis.

That's why.

Helt doesn't know why. The slums are a collection of sinners and state abandoners. To that place, the reason why Fialert purposefully turns himself over is probably nothing more than the presence of Rugis. Even so, that's too puzzling.

No matter how much reason she preached, she didn't want to go back to the city. Until the end, I was sheltering Rugis. If you don't use witchcraft to hostile the city, even swear words will be exchanged. All truth and justice could not move her.

To justice, rebellious actions. But I wondered if that was something similar myself, and Helt had a look that mixed self-loathing with a slight grin.

A crest rebellion erupted in the Garrist kingdom. Squeeze as your chest gushes. Armed crests facing each other in the underground temple. There is no doubt that they are in any way involved in this disturbance.

If, and, Helt thinks. If, at that time, my uncle had told me everything when he went to college, wouldn't this time things have been prevented? That doesn't make any sense. The imagination covered Hert's brain.

If so, it is against your righteousness, but therefore the punishment. Disrupted my faith, but late, God gave me a hard time. If that's true, Helt accepts that he has to take full responsibility.

Speaking of puzzles, that's true even if it's a slum event.

The deputy captain and his men reported that nothing had happened. There were no tattooed girls, no dueling events, nothing.

The report was accompanied by a cloudy feeling of blood traveling across the body. Impossible. Neither the deputy captain's dictatorship, nor his own selfish personal struggle. Everything is a deviation from discipline. If so, Helt understands that they should all be reported. In fact, the report was submitted to the head of the delegation.

The results were immediately communicated. In the slums, there was nothing, judging by that.

Stunning feelings covered Hert's entire body. I didn't think it was sane. The fact that I saw it with these eyes is assumed to have been absent. Within the Guard Corps, that became the truth.

Hert narrowed his eyes as he sprayed one skepticism in his chest. The light of Galuamaria in front of me is still dull.

- Oh, there's something human about you, Captain.

Those words had entered the room at some point.

The words of nature and the helt are directed to the side of the door. The vigilance was not so extended because it was instantly understood who the voice was.

Karia Birdnick. Silver hair divided into two rooms and large eyes of the same color as her hair. The righteous face and sword moves don't attract the Guard's crew anymore. Even that deputy captain is so respectful.

"I'm sorry. No matter how many knocks I made, I felt sorry for the guy at the door."

The lizard and the deputy captain, who is so baffled, make his characteristic eyes peel, walking wide down the corridor of the guard regiment's headquarters as he stares at the crew. Every time the ground and feet rubbed, a slight vibration ran pain through my jaw.

From that day on, it was as if a fat nail had been struck in the skull. I can't wipe the emotions sticking to its head in an attempt to work in an insomnia break, to sleep deep into the night.

That is, so humiliating to bite your teeth off and so angry to involve everything around you.

Lizard's eyes intensify and a strong wrinkle leans between his brows. Whenever this wound put on by that bastard hurts, my chest feels decided. An inferior who dwells in a slum, a dove who lives by sipping mud, scratches himself.

Incredible stupidity. Unexpected treason. Too much, disrespect. Overflowing emotions bore the lizard's entire body.

Um, the young captain doesn't like it either. For lizards, I don't even like the fact that the younger ones just get the upper position because of their qualifications. I don't like it, but I can take it.

But at that time, it was the gut boiling back that Helt pushed away to strip Kashiro of his life. Humans in the slums have no taste or pride. Were there cowardice, and righteousness? How can you not know that this honor is more important than its life? The lizard had no idea what the young captain thought.

Slum dwellers are not human beings.

No rights, no value in life, no weight in words. It's just a dove rat. This perception does not mean lizards are peculiar. A recognition that is much smaller and that makes everyone in the inhabitants of Galuamaria lurk deep within their hearts. Lizards therefore have no understanding of Hert's behavior.

The pain strikes my jaw like it cracks again.

Oh, I want to see her. Lizard eyes shake slightly. Kalia Birdnick. It is the longing of all the Guards, and its Rin and Beauty is like a goddess of war chanted in poetry. Swinging silver hair has not moved my mind much.

He, in lizards, didn't change that either. Just look at that figure, the thought of jaw pain pulling off. Thus, hatred for the wounded groom grows at the same time.

Yes, but that man put himself to shame. In front of that goddess of war, I made her do things that made her make a pitiful escape, showing her weakness.

There must be no such thing as a man of the Guard being wounded by a man of the slums. Therefore, there was nothing or disturbance. Including telling his men so, I don't know. Regardless of the captain of the house, the captain shook his head vertically.

But the reward must come. We must take Shiro's life in order to redeem everything.

Black sparks can play in the lizard's characteristic eyes, and both hands tremble. Gyu, his hand was gripped hard. Again on the jaw, the pain runs.

"I'm sorry. No matter how many knocks I made, I felt sorry for the guy at the door."

The voice of Kalia, who lurked his resolve in his chest and went down the corridor, echoed in his ear, as the lizard worshipped the goddess of war.

"No, I don't mind. There's still a lot to worry about, not even the mountains."

With a bitter smile, Hert responds to Karia. Her standing is the same as ever. How magnificent and full of confidence.

"It still is. A human being as full of talent as you is worried about something means that something has happened… Are you talking about both crests?

That's not half a mistake.

Kalia also sees the crests in the underground temple. Then it shouldn't be strange to have concerns similar to your own. I was wondering if the rebellion in the Garrist kingdom would spark a fire this way and invite the Great Fire.

But even half of them are wrong. Hert nods gently and opens his mouth as he expresses his agreement with Kalia's words.

"It's not a mistake, they would be a clear threat. There are many things that bother me about that response. But… more fundamentally, one"

The word is, was it unexpected, the figure of Karia listening back with her eyes gently rounded? In Hert's brain for a moment, I'm confused as to whether it's a good thing to say who the troubles are. My lips, they rocked.

To such an appearance, Hert unwittingly opens up in his chest. I'm not really who I am, such as worrying, twisting my eyebrows, etc. I wonder what this emotion is all about. justice and, and goodwill. You can rely on them to act. That is the truth, and it should also be right for the Catholic Church.

To date, I have lived in that white. That white was the right thing to do, and I understood that everything that came off of it was evil. There, what would be the hang-up where turbidity was born?

I don't even have to ask myself. On the lid of the helt, an adventurer in green appears.

What the hell is he, righteous or evil? Are you an ally or an enemy? Hell, I can't break it. I don't understand. I was never born in my life.

This is of interest. Nothing short of interest. But why are you moving for personal reasons such as interest? That, again, was no surprise.

"There would have been an adventurer named Rugis, who was one of your people. There's a strange vibe somewhere."

Tingling, Karia's big silver eyes felt more open. The helt rings her legs gently.

"I'm not sure he's honest. I try to help Fialert and save the slum dwellers until I have sinned myself, even though I behave badly. I don't know justice, I don't know evil. Who do you think he is?"

To the words, Karia flaunts her shoulders gently. All she said was what she was asking, she let her fingertips shake in the air.

"He is a barbarian, an adventurist and a fool. That doesn't change. But if you're interested, you can go see him directly."

The golden eyes, instantly. Karia grinned like a beautiful line on her face, slowly opening her lips.

- It wouldn't be funny at all if everything went exactly as he thought, would it?