A Wish to Grab Happiness

I was feeling a dull pain crawling out of my head core.

Unexpectedly pressing his temples hard with his fingers, but there was nothing that seemed to indicate pain pulling. Apparently, if I'm going to get rid of this blunt pain, I'm going to have to break my head directly.

We talked about Anne and the Virgin coming, but I'm not going to be able to get out of bed for a while now. I wrinkle between my brows as I roll onto the bed upstairs in the tavern.

I drank a little too much last night just because it's a good quality ale. Tongue out so that you accidentally want pure moisture. Yale, etc. which is not mixed, seems to be too superior for this body. I feel drunkenness rushing around with the blood flow through my body.

But no way did I drink enough to let good liquor float me and create dull pain in my head either. Without it, I want to believe so. Because there was something in this head that came to mind.

I reach for my pillow as I finally crawl out of bed. Bite the cigarette in your mouth, wake up only half of you, and smell it through your nose and mouth. Roll the cigarette over your teeth and narrow your eyes. In the back of his brain, there was one undisputed figure floating around.

- Its blonde hair that reflects sunlight and glows pale. A smile that's going to dye your cheeks just to see. All I could think of was, Arueno, to that person, nothing more.

Pity. What a pity. I just thought of that look, and there's something hot creeping up in my eye.

Inside the inner pocket of the nose is a handkerchief kept from Arueno. When it comes to what connects me to her now, it's no longer just one thing.

One, a genius who is entrusted to the cathedral and will find one scale of his talents in the future.

One, a mediocre man who gave the crests and made them notorious.

Where do these two people come in contact with each other?

Just because I gave my name here, I don't have a good minute to pick up Arueno on the boulder. rather than completely misoriented. That's no longer the same as being in a raid, rather than picking it up.

This is why the result of moving as emotional and as emotional as you are.

Is it a natural reward at all? Because the heart that gives up Arueno is not gushing anywhere in the chest. I just get a wrinkle between my eyebrows because of the difficulty of that path. I was wondering what happened.

And I don't know what to say, but I probably don't regret this choice.

Of course, I wonder what the problem is. I twist my head. I don't know if it's possible that there's still a real sense of the situation in the chest. Maybe it's just that my little brain doesn't want to understand the status quo and is just trying to justify itself.

But still. No matter how suspicious, there was still nothing to regret in this chest.

Once upon a time, I cared about reason.

A path that only the powerful can push through, such as living with instinct and emotion. The weak, the inferior common people have no freedom to expose their emotions. Therefore, he pushed everything to death, hid it and came alive.

As a result, what was obtained?

Nothing, I didn't get. Just days of taking everything back, whether it was in your hands or not. Just a living life.

I see, I can just think of it in my mind. I had that feeling, like I was stroked around a dovetail with something heavy.

- So now I'm comfortable. As emotional as it is, this is the time to live. Even if, sooner or later, we'll all die together.

Reach for the pottery placed on the table in order to wake up hungover and swallow the troubles intact. There must have been some water in there. Oddly enough, I was thirsty.

That's when, uh, an unmistakable question swirled instantly in my head.

- Cathedral. Arueno, wait. Speaking of which, that guy. Why on a journey of salvation...

Will the drunkenness still drive me crazy at hand? The hand stretched slightly off the bed and the cup slipped off the table.

- Gashan.

In the cathedral chapel, the golden eyes are opened. What that color shows is unmistakably stunning. From hand the cup slipped off and made no cracks but loud noises.

Light-colored lips trembled small, chewed with his front teeth and suppressed.

"Oh, what's wrong with you? Mr. Arueno."

The faces dressed in the cathedral's courtesy react sensitively to the sounds raised and peek into Arueno's face. The eyes that are pointed at are not worrying or curious. Included there is just the color of curiosity.

Arueno's eyes, instantly.

Next, all the upset and stunned colors are lost from those eyes, as they should be. It had transformed into a look that had been sticking around here as a matter of course.

"No, there's nothing, there's nothing. It's just that there are people who don't know God's wrath when this happens."

Soft grin whenever possible and an enveloping voice.

That's how I hand over the article the cathedral that I had at hand is letting me circulate. Well, and among the others, my voice leaked.

The article is engraved with a single fact and a sentence that adorns the bad guy with hundreds of constructed words.

- The walled city of Galuamaria is in the hands of the wicked. The mastermind is the witch Mattia, and the collaborator's culprit, Rugis.

Arueno was desperate to see his lips speak. In the brain, the word why, no way, disappears and is born again and again.

I don't think the name on this circulation, Rugis, is any longer my acquaintance. Of course. He's a normal person. I'm not such a big deal or a man who can't reach me. I'm not the kind of person who would do something big like that, that, I should have.

But the presence, fitness, and back-length of the well-documented Rugis. Much of it matches Rugis in his own memory. Arueno chewed into his mouth as he was about to faint for a moment.

Weaknesses can never be shown. That was the sacrificial technique Arueno remembered here.

What can be put in the cathedral as nuns or to be educated in witchcraft are many of them upper-class courtiers, or children of rich merchants. They always have a back shield. Numerous upbringing and learning that have been developed over family names, wealth and childhood.

But Arueno, who was an orphan, had nothing.

Arueno, who was expected to have that magical qualities and came here in the liver of the upper cathedral, would have been very uninteresting if he had tried it on them.

I don't have a family name. No property either. I don't have any knowledge. Nothing. Just a little girl, side by side with herself. On the contrary, its magical qualities are unplugged.

In a closed society, it was a sufficient element to be the target of persecution.

He bit his back teeth over and over into the pain of covering his chest and swayed his brain marrow over and over again into the humiliation he was given. Many times, I got heavy in my stomach trying to get out of here.

That flavor came back to life at all times, in my mouth.

The flavour of the condensed confectionery that Rugis gave me that day. Doesn't seem like it, I must have bought something a little expensive, not the cheapest one. Really, only good looks are good.

Whenever the flavor came back to life, I decided that it would not break. Never show weakness, perseverance, and never give in to anyone. I created that face.

More importantly, everyone begins to keep a slight fright in their hearts when Arueno, whose magical qualities were missing, shows strength in practice and takes a strong attitude.

No one should be shown the bottom. No one should be shown their face. In doing so, Arueno won the right to live in the cathedral on this occasion.

Therefore, even though acquaintances and thoughtful persons are listed in the circulation, you can't be upset.

The look on Arueno's face wasn't moving anymore. But there's one thing that sticks loosely in its chest.

- Hey, Rugis. Why are you on your side?

Tingling, to the extent that no one noticed, the end of Arueno's cheek was distorted. Oddly enough, I can see the adhesive emotions crawling through the inside of my chest.

Rugis also knows he's going to the cathedral. It is not strange to understand that I belong to the Catholic Church. Instead, you should be. Because I talked to him directly. So, he said he'd pick you up someday. Yes, I thought you said it.

I never thought of his next reunion decorating the paper as a crest.

"- Sure, you've been watching the carriage a lot lately. I couldn't believe this was happening."

And, behold, thoughts were flying for a moment, and he nodded gently to the words of those who sat next to him.

If you ask me that, I do often hear the sound of the cathedral gate opening recently and the horse hissing. I see Arueno narrows his eyes as he groans in reply that the famous people who have evacuated more than Galuamaria or who want to keep the warrant lady in a safe place will come relying on the Cathedral, as well as the Cathedral.

Religious establishments like cathedrals have often been used as temporary refuges and sanctuaries in ancient times over battlefields.

Naturally, that role will remain the same this time around. Especially this time, the damage is at the hands of the crests. As cathedrals, it is determined that we want to show the despicability of the crests their generosity.

But when this happens, the Catholic Church is no good either. We should make a request to each country to certify the crests as enemies, cults. Arueno blinks his eyes. The golden eyes seemed slightly brilliant.

Enemy. Yes, enemy. I am on the Catholic side. A crest becomes an enemy. So, Rugis... If the man who put his name on that circulation was Rugis to his knowledge.

Arueno's cheek, again, was distorted.