A Wish to Grab Happiness

It's humiliation. I wonder what shame this is and what shame it is.

Slum dwellers who wave up and raise their voices to be lit by fire in the dark. I don't know, people who have been in tune with my voice. Men, women, young and old.

Oh, my God. I'm cheating on them.

Something like a demon whispering sweet words in its ears and pushing it to ruin. What shame. If it's possible, I want to tighten this neck.

I used them as a gateway to my hatred and involved them as a means of doing so. I don't know anything about them. As a human being, would there be any more vices?

"Rugis' brother. No. Already in the chest, I've made up my mind. Olah, what are you doing?"

Yes, Wood's eyes opening his mouth lit a straight light for the first time in a long time. No more tremors that should have appeared in your hands. I see spiritual exaltation in its mouthfeel and muscle tone.

But even if it's all Petten, if I'm just a fraud, I can't stop anymore. How can I do that, such as the person who took the hand I offered, or shake it off?

Gently stroking his jaw, he opens his mouth as he looks up at the giant illuminated by the flames. Wood isn't the only one. as speaking to the surrounding audience.

"Now I'm just gonna hold the night tight and sleep. Dropping a good woman takes a lot of work. Today is only an opportunity to send your first love poem."

Saying so, looking up at the night sky, a white flash, mixed with the stars, ran. As you can follow me, the slum dwellers blink and stare at the white line.

At the same time, the roar carried against the wind. Loud voice. It would be a signal that the Virgin and the Seal Saints started an outpost in pursuit of the main entrance. Even so, we should hit it lightly today and pull it up.

Only a blow to remind the citizens of Galuamaria that you are no longer a party to the fire on the opposite shore.

Whether we really don't have to do anything or not, the sight of Wood and the others who tell us so stings.

"It's good, it's working from tomorrow. This city is over. Look, Wood, you're the lead. Never respond even if the people in the city ask for help. Rather, punch him in the cheek violently"

I tell him so, as I say one by one, illuminated by flames and with my cheeks lifted up.

Galuamaria can no longer easily send in a guard regiment, no matter how this one behaves, than she finds out the crests are after her. They also understand that if you get ambushed while you're doing that, you'll cause the worst.

What would happen if they lived in a city where they lost the labor they needed to trade, and then the trade routes they cherished were closed by the crest ministers.

Insiders of the crests inside will spread rumours that only here will stir up anxiety. In that way, it renders the entire city dysfunctional.

Even if we ask the surrounding urban states to rescue us, it will take us as early as three weeks to dive through the vigilance of the crests and send a transmission, and the troops of other cities will come to rescue us. If it works, it's more than that.

If Gallu Amalia and the Guards were weak, no matter how Hert Stanley was, the crests would be overwhelmed. It is also a hopeful observation somewhere.

"Easy. The Wall is no longer the patron saint who protects them. It's an enclosure to keep you from escaping. Inside the wall is already in the pan. Why don't we just wait and see? Until the contents are cooked out."

Dare I tell you in a tone I assure you.

Even in his fanaticism, anxiety is still smoking in his mind. The more time passes, the more he sprouts. I wonder if we can contain it, but there will be battles.

He said he had a slightly dark sight on his eyelid against such a protracted war ahead. Wood, who was bending in front of him, stood up softly, on the spot.

The giant looks bigger than ever. Until now, Wood has often bent his back over his lack of confidence. That's what stood upright now.

"Rugis' brother. Obey if you don't want to. I'll tell everyone. But that doesn't make Ora feel right now."

Rare. Too rare for Wood, it was a strong tone. Unexpectedly, I open my eyes.

But what are you going to do. Are you going to tell me you're going to join the battle in front of Daimon? That doesn't taste good. Wood also has that iconic physique and is a hard-to-gain talent in the slums. If he lightly leaves his life in the battlefield, the morale of the slum dwellers will undoubtedly be devastated first.

Besides, you can't ask him, the former benefactor, to go to hell. At least not before me.

A hand stretched out to hold it down is slowly blocked. Small, weak hands. I wonder when he was coming next door. It was the hand of Cereal, Wood's sister. The horn you had at all times, it's not in that hand.

Cereal nodded to include a dust and something, sending his gaze straight to his brother's back.

Unforgivable. The emotions engraved on Wood's chest were now just that.

The people inside the city, the guards, the beings who scorned us, and most importantly, Wood couldn't forgive himself.

I was terrified and couldn't protect myself from one sister. To the extent that I was hurt once, I broke my heart's roots. Oh, my God. If it hadn't arrived anyway, my heart had been trampled by that white wall.

The giant looks further up and stares at the white wall.

This wall has, until now, turned the slum dwellers downwards. He was making me give up letting him look up. I've been stepping on the Woods, their symbol.

Let's obey, of course, if Rugis says so. Even if Wood didn't understand, he assured me that he could drop this city. Then let's believe it. Wood strengthens his gaze and sets his arm against a giant tree rooted in the center of the square.

But that's why I can't let this emotion smoke before that city. Wood adds his full strength to that arm wrapped around a giant tree as his emotions roll.

The next moment, it wasn't Wood's arm that screamed, it was the trunk of a giant tree.

The giant tree gives a creature-like hissing as it engraves a wrinkle all over its body.

I wonder what's going on. Originally giant trees are not soft enough to scream at the power of each human being. But the power that's being applied right now is far from standard. This human power called Wood is incomprehensible. It's not like it belongs to a human, it's like, even smoking giant blood.

After a few minutes of twisting, no longer of resistance, as if it meant nothing. Giant trees stopped resisting, and at the end of the day slowly, they were pulled out by Wood's two arms.

- Huh!

What echoed was a huge sound as the surrounding humans opened their eyes and held their breath in amazement. It was a flurry of emotions, a biological instinct and a manifestation of a struggle.

Ahead of that sight was the figure of Wood shaking up giant trees.

A giant tree is treated lightly as if it were a chopped tree, colliding with a huge mass against the white walls while being guided by Wood's arms.

- Do-doo.

Mass-to-mass collision, its meshing. It is repeated over and over again.

It is inherently an act of no significance. The same thing, no matter how rigid Wood had, no matter how much mass of matter he wanted to wield. The Wall of the Guardian Saint of Gallu Amalia houses the guardian of sorcery. I'm not helpless enough to break that immutability with just physical force.

I also understand that to Wood. What I knew better than when I was a kid. But an overly large emotional flux did not push the act to a halt. Wood himself, of course, the people around him. No one could hold back that senseless act.

This wall. This wall is what has kept us repressed until now. But the inhabitants of the slums did not even try to approach this wall for fear. As if touching it was a terrible thing. Getting close, as if it were a different identity.

I don't know, everyone looks at the wall, saving tears in their eyes. So slowly, I approached the wall.

And some threw a stone into the wall in his hand.

Some wave their arms damaging a tree branch or a wall with a tool in one hand.

Men, women, young people, old people. All of you.

That is utterly pointless, reckless behavior. It's nothing more than an action that brings nothing. But their emotions were pounding and moving their bodies. I had to move, I had to.

Wood's mouth, unloaded by giant trees, opens.

"It's just a wall! It's just a wall standing here! Nothing, it's like one thing to be afraid of! Cereal!"

I sweated on that face, and hung my own words, to my sister, who should have lost her words.

Cereal's eyes, wet in tears. I was scared. Just look at those walls, my legs could even snap. Wouldn't that wall kill us one day? We will live our whole lives, blinded by that wall. That's how he thought he was going to die looking down on the wall.

No. That's just a wall. White, just big, walls. What did you know about the Great Wall, the Holy Wall? Don't let that wall look down on us.

"... is... yes, brother,"

Cereal's throat rang for the first time in a long time, and his small, thin arm, turned to the wall and threw a stone.

It was a rude story that anxiety might sneak into their hearts again and threaten them.

All the same, when I saw them face the wall, I accidentally covered my mouth.

I don't know what to say. I don't deserve words from brave people. I'm trying to use them, in the end.

Starting tomorrow, there won't be any more problems. Now we're ready to threaten Galuamaria. All I have to do is ask for that opportunity for my purpose.

How do we antagonize the forces and finally scratch that Virgin's neck? How can I hold that merit in this hand?

Slowly I turned my thoughts around in my brain, and, uh, looked up at the night sky. Speaking of which, oddly enough, the voices of the crests in front of the Daimon will not stop. If it is as planned, it should be time to pull it up by now.

A second, unplanned flash ran through the night sky as the discomfort ran through his chest.

The thought that was going through my brain bounced and flew, and I understood it deeply.

History is dancing on the palms of the geniuses, and I, the ordinary man, can only be swayed by it.