A Wish to Grab Happiness

- When the world was once one, God was another.

Yes, the lips of Virgin Mattia open. Tauntingly, it's like letting the kids read the story, with a gentle mouthful.

"While ancient gods had many appearances, they were essentially only one. The properties of abundance, wisdom, thunder, and destiny, all of which were the same God, were numerous."

Within the Gallu Amalia Wall, on the first floor of its tavern, a clear voice echoes.

Mattia's eyes slowly closed as she spoke. But then again, smoothness is not lost from words. Every one of those words seemed to blend into her.

"It's disrespectful, but if you say it plainly, do you also say it as a collective of consciousness? Therefore, there was only one word to refer to God"

But at some point. When civilization arose in mankind, when classes were born and large societies gave birth. It was in God, two consciousnesses began to dazzle.

At first, it was simple. People who worry and whimper as society gets more complicated. Look at them, the multiple consciousness of God that still has no name, one of which said:

- How pitiful and pitiful of their lives. I will save you from that suffering with this hand.

Another consciousness within which God enclosed pushed away the consciousness that reached out to man with his mercy.

- What do they say? Seeing is good, let them live. With that wisdom, he makes decisions while distressing and whimpering. It is in its grid and choice that there is raw. You say you strip raw from them?

Without even listening to the clamping voice of many other conscious bodies, the two voice each other as if to separate themselves from the other.

- They're troubled people. The wiser you are, the more you grieve and mourn. Then it would be better not to have such a thing. No troubles, no obstacles, no flashing walls in front of you. Let's give it to them who wish, this happiness.

- I see, if you are, it is not until now that we are one. You should take your wisdom away from them. I'll give them the wisdom to surpass it.

- Oh, poor thing, it's me. My one spirit. What the hell will we be split up into?

For a long time, as a composite consciousness, they existed as one God, trying to partake and separate themselves from each other because of their little grudges. That's because of mutual claims that can never be conceded.

If we can put those hands together with each other, it doesn't matter if it's one. I'd rather be in better shape there. But if we wave each other away, that's two things no longer. It cannot remain the same.

- Then let's give each other names. Soon humans will pay for your sweet hand of salvation, Artius!

- The fool. I can only carry wisdom and opportunity. Sooner or later, humans will come under me as far as the distress you carry, Ouffle!

From that day on, the world was separated with God. All nations, religions, and civilizations are born on this earth, and all of them begin to mourn. The world, which was no longer peaceful under the rule of one God, was lost. The world has opened its mouth wide with noise and words of strife.

"… is the formation of Ouhul, our God of the Crest, and Altius, the venerable Catholic Church, which is often told. Even so, that's enough to make the orphanage kids listen."

Virgin Mattia's throat snarls at Kohon. I guess I'm used to talking in public. Every one of those things, I don't feel disturbed by tension or impatience.

Even so, the audience, Karia, who has her silver hair twitched with her fingers so that she doesn't seem very interested, can no longer be just an upbringing and don't know, the so-called fialert La Borgograd, and so naturally, the crest religious Largud Ann who knows the story. Later, Wood, who is honestly applauding, and five of his sister Cereal.

In front of the words of the Virgin, who shakes the hearts of 10,000 men, there were a great many and few.

"Hate, it's still Garrist. I can hear such a tale. Instead, you have to ask..."

Ha, and such a boring voice of Kalia that even a lofty sigh seems to zero. the end of that word, which is then slowly spun,

"- It's Rugis, isn't it? Well, that's good. Later... I'll tell you."

Fialert took it away.

Brilliant, silver eyes and swinging black eyes lay together for a moment. They even looked at each other and asked why they were here. Even though it was only a short while in time, the gaze reward makes the air fully heavy.

I felt like the air entering my lungs had even turned into a heavy mass of dirt from Wood who didn't like that atmosphere somewhere.

"Oh, uh... Master Rugis, where's the hero yet?

Ann's lips open as if she can no longer stand the air, forcing words to throw into the universe. Wood picked up the words as he left the effort empty.

"Brother, I'm still sleeping upstairs. It's almost time, isn't it? I can't believe I've been busy."

I would have been mindful not to irritate the ambient air as much as possible, kind words. Cereal's hand gripped Gyu and Wood's hand.

But the words were also difficult for boulders to contain the flowers that stripped the thorns.

"If you're sleeping with that, it's like sleeping with a waterfowl who's just taking a nap."

The wrapped dark hair shakes and the tongue of the fialert pierces the air.

"What, I'm going to make you think within the moment is also called metrics. Sooner or later, we'll see what's right and who's right."

Again, the two gaze bumps into each other and intertwines.

Now it's as if the air has finally lost its temperature as well. The tavern floorboard rang to freeze in the cold wind.

"- There is nothing more meaningless than talking about those who are not here. Ann, get down to business."

Mattia's words, like ripping the nasty breeze on the spot.

Neither Kalia nor Fialert were nose whitened by the words, but they didn't do anything to keep their lips open.

They both have their wisdom in their brains from the beginning. I understand that the previous exchange was not very constructive.

Even with that in mind, the irritating needle was just poking my chest so much that I had to strip my emotions out.

Mattia urged me, and I rang my throat, and Ann slowly opened her mouth in front of everyone. The voice is different in nature from Mattia's, but this one is also easy to hear. It was a voice that didn't sound like nothing.

"Let's start with the flow of things. Thanks to the work of Virgin Mattia, your faith and Master Rugis, we have successfully returned Gallu Amalia to this hand."

I took it back, Anne said. Its eyes stare out over the window of the tavern. The sanctuary of the crests, which is attacked and does not diminish its beauty. How much did you wish to set foot here as the base of your own faith?

"But here's the problem. To be honest, we don't have enough hands to defend ourselves in our forces today, to expand our offensive forces even further - so I'd like to ask for that power outside. in the form of an alliance."

I see, alliance. But where the hell is it?

Karia and Fialert's eyes were complaining about it as pure doubt.

Certainly, one cannot say that there are no monarchs or forces around at all who can emotionally be described as crest religious.

But that's only in the mood.

Speaking of this revolt, what the crests got is still just one city. Whether that is Galuamaria or not, that fact in itself remains the same.

Rather, in the name of a crusade before this, there will be no forces inside that like to form alliances with the crests who could be enemies of the Horsemen.

In addition, this neighborhood has a strong Cathedral influence even with the presence of the Garrist Kingdom, which has a cathedral.

"Of course, we have already sent alliances and documents suggesting help to the forces as well. However, to be honest, it would be cruel to expect from them. So...... one. It's a long old story, but we want to get closer to the proven forces that the crests once allied with."

One finger of Ann, stand up. I could see the throat swallowing slightly.

And Kalia, with her silver eyes round, asks. Its narrow eyes contained surprising colors.

"Its forces are the people lurking in the woods and mountains...... elves. Please take us to their kingdom, the aerial gardens of Gaza."