A Wish to Grab Happiness

Try to involve the darkness at night, wheels turn. Horse hissing is also somewhere important.

A cold breath spits out of his throat as he senses the waving sensation of the carriage off the floor. The aroma of wine piled in the back of the carriage is strangely heartwarming.

But when I used to, I never got in a carriage. I've become quite extravagant, too. Speaking of which, I haven't even tasted the feeling lately as if I walked too far and my legs even turned into iron bars.

"But is that okay? If they find out you're leaving Gallu Amalia right now, it's gonna be a big mess."

Somehow, I put my arm over my own leg and told him to whine in the dark. From here, I can see that well.

That figure sitting around without words, shaking her long hair. She even looks somewhere mysterious, illuminated by a slightly entranced moonlight.

The Virgin of the Crest, Mattia. Undisputed, it is now the center of a storm called the Crest Church, and on the side of the Catholic Church everyone is after her heart.

Such is too out of common sense for her to leave Gallu Amalia, even though she sews the darkness at night.

Mattia narrows her eyes for a moment and says in a voice that sounds like she's thrown away somewhere.

"Ann would have said. In order to make alliances with the elves, he said that if we were to leave, now would be the only time. It's not like you weren't listening."

I can see his eyes staring at me in the dark. Apparently, the Virgin is in such a bad mood. Unexpectedly, stuck in words. It was only a word that took the silence to bitterness and somehow, but it doesn't seem to be an atmosphere where we can continue our conversation.

For a while, only the sound of the carriage rushing through the field in momentum, and the horses of the guards following it hissing, echoed around.

"I think this is a good time. At a time when the impact of the fall of Gallu Amalia and the people have not yet been able to cope with it, Lady Rugis... and Lady Mattia the Virgin would like you to go to the aerial gardens of Gaza."

The voice of Largud Ann spreading across the tavern. The squeaky voice echoes strangely on my head as it finally just came down from upstairs. Around the core of my head, I had a dull pain.

Open your mouth as you press your temples with your fingers.

"That's again, why not? If we're Catholic, we're like the big sinners holding the devil's hand. It's no surprise that the Hordes are attacking this place at any time."

Big Sinner, my heart shakes slightly at the words out of my own mouth. The appearance of Arueno in his chest felt a little blurred.

Now this place, Galuamaria, is like a blank in a map that could be done abruptly. There's no crest, and we're just a little short to call ourselves a force if not some nation.

If so, it is not surprising that the enemy springs up exactly like a beast swarming with dead meat to usurp the righteousness of cult crusades and Gallu Amalia. Of course, that's why we're looking for an alliance with the elves.

To my words of such concern, Anne was good at keeping her lips up somewhere. That kind of thing still seems so childish.

"It's not that simple, Master Rugis. Indeed, here, Galuamaria has failed. But many of the upper-class people who are inherently governed by this city are fleeing."

Round your eyes a little and take Ann's word for it.

You look good, but is that a good thing to fulfill? The survival of the original governing power is more visible and their sense of justice amplified. Instead, if you have those guys, you should have swept them away.

Of course, there were definitely limits to the number of soldiers that could be reached and the choices that could be made.

Behind me wrinkling between my eyebrows, oh, and the fialert leaks.

"I see. I mean, gentlemen, while they're searching for puppets, they aim for blanks. It's disgusting, but surely until then there may not be a massive march"

Fialert to do a thin finger on his jaw and nod as he rocks his clumpy dark hair. Hearing the words, next door Karia also began to look like she had a point.

Ann, and a fiire alert. It's good to know. But if you can, make sure that ordinary people like me understand you. Whatever it is on the battlefield, it doesn't even make me feel like I have a finger on understanding. Same goes for Wood and Cereal.

When I line up like this, I really think about the difference between birth and the difference in my knowledge. In the back of my chest, I felt something smoking.

"The right to govern is a gift from God. That authority does not render null and void, even if it does not extend substantially to control, Rugis. In other words, even if we put out a great deal of force and let this place fall again, it will be another war later when other forces come to claim their rights with a ruling figure."

I mean, everyone and he are bloody eyed to gain a right here, and Fialert said that with a gaze in my eyes. Dark hair, strangely close to the eyes, shakes.

Well, finally, even my brain swallowed the contents.

It is hard for every god to turn a blind eye from Galuamaria's rights. If possible, you will want to incorporate this blank zone into your own force map.

But if that legitimate right of governance or those who still have rights survive, it's not the story. Even though this one is a small force called the crest religion, if you send out soldiers, you will suffer some burns. Moreover, the robustness of this place remains unchanged.

In the unlikely event that after the damage has been done to the soldiers and they have attacked them, other forces have come to reach out to Galluamaria's rights as shields to a human being with legitimate authority, that is what I cannot even look at.

If you think so, this is a blank space, but on the contrary, it can be a difficult place to get your hands on until you are ready.

"Of course, it's dangerous, but it's no different. But there is still one thing that Mattia needs to do if it is to be a formal covenant, and so on."

Ann said, trying to keep the words pressed for a moment, but still spitting them out of her throat.

"In this case, I would like you to entrench the presence of Mr. Rugis in the crest."

Calia and Fialert, who naturally asked to accompany her, slept quietly as she was twisted by a blanket, and the Virgin was slowly remembering Ann's words in a silent, odd silence.

In the crest, my position is very precarious. Saving Mattia's life in Gallu Amalia and retreating the enemy general's helt. As opposed to that, the sin of vandalizing the underground temples they guard and taking the lives of the crests.

For once, Mattia's work has taken the form of forgiveness for sin, but not as an emotion. So much so that emotion is not easy. Whether you fall asleep in the depths of that chest, show your eyes open fangs as soon as you get a chance.

Therefore, Anne said she wanted that standing position to be strong.

If you accompany and give credit to the journey that makes the covenant with the elves, no one will stand out and put their grievances to words anymore. Yes, I guess she wants to say it. To be honest, I personally don't think it's a sane shack, such as making an alliance with the elves.

However, there are a number of things that are inexplicable. How can Anne defend me so much?

All we do is consider our position, again this time in the name of escort, but unlike other crests who chase around the carriage, they are allowed to accompany us in the carriage. I don't see why they treat me so special. Until now, I have only never received such benefits.

Possibilities include me, rather than Kalia and Fialert, being considered a force of war. Or does that mean your relationship with Mr. Nines is affecting you?

For a while, I accompanied him in the city, but there are some lines of familiarity. To a boulder, Anne would not be a personality driven by emotion. Though the verses of words feel soft, there is a certain calm behind them.

If I'm going to tell you later, the Virgin Mattia trusts us, there's a line.

"--Brave man, before I arrive, I have one thing to say to you."

The ground has changed the color of my skin softly, and it's almost time for them to enter the realm of elves.

It was fitting then that Mattia came throwing words at me so that I could cut the silence. But you still manage to call me a brave man or something, this woman.

"It's one thing in Gallu Amalia. When you broke in between me and the enemy general."

Oh, and I leak my voice unexpectedly. Because it was a strangely heavy voice, my lips, which were hardened by what the hell I could ask, loosen.

To investigate, from the blow of Hert, the one that saved Mattia. Do you want to thank me for that or something? Even to the Virgin, a human emotion seems to exist.

Mattia opens her mouth so that she can crush my heart.

"I'll give you some advice. Don't think of that time as selling favors to me. I'm not thankful to you-- no, I'm rather, I'm complaining."

Unexpectedly, Mattia's words are repeated in her brain with her mouth open by the dusk.

Not really, I don't understand that word. Mattia just said what she had to say, and once again those lips are tightly closed. As if to refuse any inquiry, stiff. Neither did I think I would pursue it from there.

Well, I don't know why. I know perfectly well that the reason Anne cares is not the line of credit for this woman.

Second, the degree of shaking changes. In the strange silence that followed, the carriage was telling us that it had stepped into the area around Mount Gaza, the realm of the elves.