A Wish to Grab Happiness

Mattia's neat eyebrows were slightly flattered and her lips swayed.

Mattia flashed her emotions softly to avoid breaking her expression even though she thought she was not supposed to be noticed in the dark. Moving around like a fierce in its chest, scorching itself is the emotion of shame.

Embarrassing. Why did I, like such a fool who didn't even know to think, put up words lined up with emotions? It's silly, too.

Mattia understands that her strengths lie within her rationality and intentions.

I believe that putting a saint on his face and letting a poisonous scorpion lurk in his chest is about crossing the world. She was asked to behave as a saint and Virgin more than at an early age, and she had swallowed that fact enough. Rather, I even feel that there is no such thing as a way of life that exposes my emotions.

That's why I blush those white cheeks. What, what's the ugliness now?

- I'm not thankful to you. No, rather, I'm complaining.

The sensation of a swinging carriage is strangely transmitted to the knee. Mattia's cheeks were preventing her from getting desperately tight.

Oh, I'm complaining. Even if you resent it. The curse that sat on this shoulder, only moments later, was supposed to slip off. At the same time that I lost everything, I was saved that I lived and died as a Virgin.

Even if the result is the disintegration of crests. No matter how harsh the idea was to think so. There was a moment of pleasure, for sure.

But. Still, Mattia still has to lean her neck in her actions. Even if there was enough resentment sitting in this chest to boil down, there's absolutely no need to tell him what to think right now.

For this body, which has long lived, must do its duty to the end as the Virgin.

Precisely now, you should tell him even the unusual thanks and continue to use the adventurer who will successfully name him Rugis. Mattia understands. That's the best way to go, and you don't have to get in trouble with them without him here.

But the swirling emotions in my chest really don't allow it.

This, too. After all, he is the cause of all this, Rugis.

Pathetic. There must be no such thing as a trained self as a Virgin exposed to such agitation. Around the carriage, the faithful follow. Once again, Mattia bites her own lips to an unnoticed extent.

In fact, Mattia was saved that life by Rugis. There is no problem in saying thank you in that part of the world. But I can't forget that time. Words scratching Mattia's chest were still sitting in her head.

- Until this time, don't face the Virgin.

I am the Virgin. Everywhere, yeah. Whatever time it was, Mattia was the Virgin. Even so, this man tried to deny that I was the Virgin.

No, I'm not, that's not all I have in mind. After all, there is gratitude for saving lives, but there is also resentment for depriving us of the opportunity to be free from all our burdens in the form of despair. Yeah, I don't know anymore. I've never done anything like this before.

In my head, it seemed like many of me were making different claims each. Mattia unexpectedly blinks her eyes and leans her neck against the vortex of emotions.

I can't control my emotions so much, it seems that's what got me back into my child's time. Before wearing the mask of reason, yes, it was as if she were not a Virgin, like herself.

There's no reason for that. Mattia tightens that look again.

I lived undoubtedly as a Virgin, from the past to the present. That's no different from now on until you die. Mattia couldn't figure out why such an unsuccessful man had to disrupt her emotions.

Whatever it is, you can't end up exposing yourself to the difference of exposing your emotions. Mattia moves her lips as she gently exhales and breathes.

- What do you look disgusted with? All right, I think that rescue was an act to get thanks from me. Interpretation, you mean brave men to that extent, too.

That's how I closed my lips without saying a word. The lid was closed. My cheeks get bumpy.

Weird. Any word of fixing or wrapping malice in a cloth cut should have crossed my mind. So why is it all spicy or poisonous words that come to my chest right now? I've never even spoken to my parents since I was a child.

Breathe again, this time in your head, and work out your words slowly.

- I'm telling you, I'm not going to sleep. I don't know what you'll do while you're asleep.

Until nightfall as it was, Mattia never uttered a word.

It's time for the sun to open its eyes. The carriage stops the movement unexpectedly. I just threw up some chewing tobacco on hand that stopped flavoring.

After all, I barely slept at night. I didn't really feel like sleeping in case of a raid from the Archdiocesan side, and the condition of the Virgin was different from normal times somewhere. In the end, both of them just seemed too distracted by me for nothing.

"Virgin - there's a shadow of a warcraft in front of the carriage."

What will you do, the escort said while holding the reins?

I'll, uh, do my gaze forward so I can get to that word. And most of the earth is covered with grass, and it is seen that it leads unto the land beyond the reach of men, and unto the land of them, and unto the land of the elves. The carriage is also like walking through a road with no more roads divided by hooves. On the spot, it would naturally sometimes step into the realm of wild beasts and warcraft.

A few horses ahead of the carriage. There, a giant monkey was seated.

Far bigger than a bad horse. Plus, it's not just big. The eyeballs glow creepingly brilliantly, hidden in fur but substantial mouths in the belly. The muscles in those arms and legs are just ripped off. It looks like every piece of muscle is made of steel. In fact, if you let him play his finger, he'll crush it lightly if it's about a rock.

"Huh... you've never seen it. I heard there were more new types of warcraft, but are they like that?"

As I rode myself out of the carriage and watched that familiar warcraft, Karia looked out from the side. On a boulder, he woke up with his eyes in the wagon shake. Or did you wake up when you shifted the head you were bringing to the side? Silver hair, shaking right next door.

"If there's any other way around, do that. If not... we'll have to push it through."

To that word, the escort knights immediately head to explore the surrounding area. Even so, it's probably a waste of time. The area of the elves is covered with trees for the most part, and they do not do well to fell them to make their way. This great path was once made when this place was still the realm of men.

Mattia turns her gaze slightly to me. In times of need, when converted as a force, is that what you say?

To be honest, I'd like to beg your pardon. That's not a warcraft that can be won by a normal man like me fighting directly from the front. It is undoubtedly the place where a fully armed knight stands up in a group. At a glance alone, I'm sure it can't be so much of a threat.

"Speaking of which, you've made a great deal about the new Warcraft. How about that one? Does your brain know what you're hiding hear about it?"

Kon, and Karia's fingers slap her head gently. This guy still suspects I'm hiding something. It's true that there's something to hide, but that would be something that anyone would be doing.

"I have my hands if I have to. Besides, it's not much good to tread the Elves' territory with your earthly feet, even though it's a warcraft opponent."

But I stroke my jaw with my fingers. Well, by this time, were these guys trekking around the realm of the elves? Not as unexpected, but unexpected.

After all, or naturally? It's ruthless. Already, it seems, the world is beginning to prepare for a catastrophe.

The strangely heavy air stroked the back of his lungs.