A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Jeyeeeeee.

Block your ears, and the shock rushes around your brain's medulla.

Exactly, monkey barking.

The beasts around them fled a long time ago, and those who could not escape are already desperate.

Let out when the chicken is strangled, close to the cry of the severed demon. A beast resembling a large monkey, the cry is flickered from a large cavity hungry in its belly. It is difficult to say that it no longer forms the contour of being an organism. Hence, Warcraft.

But if it is now, run, face it, there is some respite.

That shout is intimidation itself. Looking ahead to prey, if you want to run, you can run away, close to that kind of statement of intent. Running away doesn't make a difference to that beast. Because it's his habit to enjoy the hunt itself.

Even so, there's probably no other option but to move on to the realm where he's forming.

"... So, Rugis. I wonder if I can shoot you now. How about that big mouth thing? I feel like I can't help but eat something and it's not in good shape."

Fialert squeaks as she condenses her magic power at the tip of her finger.

To see a terrible wrinkle between its frowns, it was probably woken up by the loud voice of that great monkey. She's in a bad mood for sleeping, which she has experienced in her slum life.

Black pointed eyes are still trying to knock a swirl of magic into the big monkey. Is there anything I can do about this poor sleep?

"Hey, wait, you. Poor magicians like you will be overloaded. Then it would be better for both of us. Hey, like before, you two should do it, yeah?

As before, is that referring to a large warcraft similar to a pig? I don't think I'm involved.

Karia told Fialert that she was proud of something and wanted to put it on. A piece of magic that can also be used as the intent of a fialert to kill. I feel that direction, for a moment, turned towards Kalia.

I just have to keep an eye on that stuff, and I accidentally narrow my eyes to a calia that creeps on my shoulders. I felt my heart beat a little faster.

Anyway, I'm starting to realize lately that this is strange. Kalia, of course, is also concerned with fialerts.

Among them, it's hard to tell. For me, I understood that feelings of humiliation were beginning to budge.

Kalia has a burning obsession, and Fialert has a dependence she can't help leaning on someone. That's what I thought, sure.

As such, there is no longer any doubt as to the joy of knowing that those emotions are being poured into this body. You shouldn't be happy. I understand I shouldn't distort my cheeks. They are witches who once trampled on themselves and committed atrocities.

Isn't it like a dogma, such as taking the emotions of those alone and shaking and moving the sentiments that precipitate in the depths of this heart?

Yeah, but still. He was very pleased with it.

While I understand it's a stupid thing. Once upon a time, when Karia tightened this throat, or when Fialert asked me to say many words.

Yes, an ordinary person named me even remembered some joy in those emotions, close to the favor that could be directed at them. What a fool. What is it, Orpheus?

- Oh, but, but. Something like discomfort these days, I felt it at the same time.

Have I ever seen Kalia's so intense obsession with burning down others, Fialert La Borgograd's dependence on letting them sink in together?

No. At least, I've never seen him like this before.

Huh, I think. I was wondering if I might have misstepped on the board somewhere. That's how, once I misstepped, I wondered if the board would no longer exist, yes, unintentionally.

Sounds stupid. If you did, you just have to force him to take the next step. Throw your voice at Mattia as she stood up, as she shook her thoughts off. To convey the means to shake off the great monkey in front of you.

"The Virgin. Let's give them some wine. Feel good. You might miss it."

Yes, I dare point to the wine in the back of the carriage, with an easy-going voice.

It was brought in from Gallu Amalia, originally a gift to the King of Elves. Wine in unopened barrels is a fine wine that is still not full of acidity. If I can, I'm sure it's where I want to drink it.

But when I say Mattia's face when I say that, I'm not sure what I described. His eyebrows dived, his cheeks trembled mightily, and he was slightly reddish. It's like you're twisting your emotions from the bottom of your heel, for a moment.

"- I was wrong to give you a little warmth! You're a fool who doesn't curse no matter how many languages you run out of! If you have time to say something stupid...!

Open your hands wide and push your emotions forward in front of your mouth as they start to spit out. Slightly, sweat flowed from my forehead.

No more, I didn't know you were the one who couldn't get a joke through this. He was so blinded to see my people. Though I thought the light mouth of this position would give it back cold. Seems like the type to expose your emotions against the calculated height.

"Okay, sorry, it was my fault. But I'm not kidding. I'll give them some wine. That's your best hand."

I slowly pull my hand in front of Mattia's expression as she calms down a little bit. And as I can tell, I worked out the words one by one.

"That great monkey is a strangely greedy type of warcraft. Even when attacking people, they chase around to imitate hunting and prefer people's preferences. So what they don't want is..."

"- So it's wine?

With his black eyes round, Fialert takes over the words in surprise. I could see the expression was full of questions as to why I knew such a thing.

"Because that's an undiscovered warcraft, no matter what you think. Why are you doing this? Hey?"

Fialert questions are everywhere in particular. If you want to shake your knowledge against the unknown, you should show the basis for it. Like when I once advised Karia, I would abandon her to become a wild mountain. Mattia also said that the colour in her eyes is the colour of doubt.

That's disgusting. I can't think of a word. That great monkey will always make a sacrifice if he fights. That could be the knights of the escort, or it could be me.

But they are wise women. I can't just round my mouth easily, and I can tell you we're no longer living and dying together. I can feel it hanging them on Peten.

What did I say? Yes, when my tongue wobbled in stray, a strong sounding voice stroked my ear.

"I don't mind if I don't believe anything else - I am, Rugis. You're the one who's right."

Today, she wants to be good at it. Kalia's words shook her silver hair in the two rooms, and she broke her cheeks.

"I have no basis either. He said he knew about the new Warcraft before. But I don't doubt that word anymore. How are you, magician?"

I can see the silver eyes looking at the fialert as it narrowed. Whatever, I think that's a mean question. Again, hello, strange discomfort strokes my chest.

Fialert pointed at her lips, opening her big eyes, responding to Kalia's gaze, and staring at me like that.

What the hell did I do? I didn't do anything. Fialert opens her mouth just because it doesn't give her room for such excuses. The voice was colored with seeping emotions.

"... yeah, fine. Fine. I get it. Don't believe me... I'll definitely have you explain later, Rugis!

Fialert says, hoarding liquid on the edge of his black eyes.

Unexpectedly, he opens his eyes in amazement, letting his shoulders jump, and nods to be pushed by the momentum. Great. I'm still not used to seeing a woman named Fialert activate her emotions. It's extra because you know your former future.

But for better or worse, Fialert also endorsed my proposal.

So the Virgin is the only one left. Looking up as he sat down, he engaged with the Virgin's gaze as he stood. The expression is still flashy. Like you don't want to admit it, like you don't want to take up my proposal or anything.

Much, much hated. As I knew from last night's words, when this is also blatant, I still feel compelled to suck something angry out of my chest. Once upon a time, like when I was traveling.

But whether you like it or not, you have to decide quickly. That big monkey threat is getting a little grown up. That's the kind of signal you get when you get your prey in that hand already. Instinct is beginning to surpass the habit of enjoying hunting.

The sound of his hooves made a scene around him.

"- Holy Virgin, there is no other way for a carriage to pass around. I still thought there was more to push through here!

The word of the knight of the escort who was on his way to explore. That was probably the last push.

"... would be good. Brave man, no, Rugis. I will adopt your proposal. Get ready immediately."

Mattia's crystal clear voice was quietly dropped in the carriage.