A Wish to Grab Happiness

The horse's hoof stepped on the grass and stretched gently as he remembered the shaking sensation in his handrail. Again, there is no denying the lack of sleep. I haven't slept last night, so it's natural.

You didn't offer to scout because you had that warcraft.

"... but Lord Brave. Didn't you have other means?

I respond vividly to that question with a slight throat, holding the reins, and see the guard knight who similarly became a scourge.

Nothing, it wasn't even a risky way to put it. It must have been pure, doubtful. Dealing with monkey-type warcraft.

As I wet my lips wondering how I answered, words are added so as to overlap my doubts.

"New wines are still expensive. It would have been better to crusade because it would not increase the damage than to make it look like a warcraft."

Well, I honestly thought so. Though the Knight of the Crest, I guess he has learned chivalry and polished his sword and spear. The way it is is is straight and sharp everywhere. Just like me, I can see it from where I volunteered for scouts by driving a horse.

The monkey-shaped warcraft, if he poured a barrel of wine into his big mouth, scratched the snoring and immediately let go of consciousness into his dreams. Still in this day and age, I guess it wasn't resistant to alcohol either. It would have cost me a few more barrels, so as far as I'm concerned, I thought it would have helped.

But I see. Surely, imitations such as those that hold up warcraft with objects and, so to speak, get them missed, run counter to Chivalry pride? stroke his jaw to rub with his fingers.

"I see. If that's what you're supposed to be, that's fine. We have to negotiate with the elves."

The knight looked strange, I think. Because I was wearing a deep helmet, I couldn't see it to my face, but I tilted my neck just to say why the elf thing came out here.

The horse's hoof slowly pulls the reins to restrain him from deciding the grass.

"We've come to talk to the elves. Then the most important thing about it - it would be to show them respect."

Sometimes you can't help but trample on the grass as you go along. But show your thanks for that, too. Sometimes you'll step in the dirt. If so, show courtesy there. Assemble the words in your mouth and tell them so.

"An elf is that kind of race. If you want an alliance with them, etc., you need to look at your feet before you pay attention to bad manners... even though it's a warcraft, try to smudge this forest with blood without permission. It doesn't matter if you get attacked without a question."

At what I said was stupid, the escort knight gave a strange voice.

Me and I used to skew our faces wondering if that was what happened when we heard it. But the fact is. They are no longer only a completely different species from humans.

Words make sense, there are two eyes, one mouth, two ears in one nose, some people who look at each other the same because they have them, but now I can say it's a silly idea.

They don't know anything about this ethic, morality, or meditation.

So, to be honest, I still don't think it's sane to make alliances with the elves. Ann said that the crests had a proven track record of making alliances with the elves. I honestly know those guys. From me, it's too hard to believe.

"Whatever it is, they're caged in these woods, and in the aerial gardens we built on Mount Gaza. I'm pretty sure you have deviant values..."

"- Right, I totally agree. You are absolutely right. I agree. You're gonna hate it."

My ears, they shake. A sharp voice, like the wind entering. Now, such a voice, like stroking the depths of ear holes. My heart trembled. Severe palpitations, like shaking your whole body.

"So it's better not to talk too loud about that. At any rate, they are everywhere skewed, not even in front of a beautiful surface of water, and they are not easily seen about themselves. I'm not gonna like it."

It's as if it's integrated with the forest. The next moment when the leaves of the tree danced, their appearance appeared in front of them.

That technique is well known. It's a hand that elves often use. In their realm, forests are friends and themselves. I wouldn't call it instantaneous travel to a boulder, but it would be easy enough to make people's eyes look good.

To his eyes, the Lord of his voice, moved. Next door is an escort knight who has suddenly lost his word.

"I won't welcome you, humans. But I have my vows. So I showed up before you with shame."

That, at first glance, is a man with a thin, yet extra neat line.

An elf truly has the appearance that the Spirit may not have shaped its appearance as it is. Even the word neat, I don't think it's very well expressed.

I wonder if she has her hair stuck in the hat on her head, she looked short to look at. The position of the sabel dedicated to the hips and the appearance of wearing long trousers would be exactly that of a man. Oh, maybe that's what the escort knight would assume.

"You have shown respect to us elves. Then I will give you one piece of advice, in accordance with my vows."

The voice is just as the wind strokes. If you distract yourself, your expression is going to swing. I even get the feeling of being stuck deep in my ear hole.

But my emotions had never been shaken by that feeling, and I had stopped moving as if I had frozen.

At this point in time, the brain is clearly in the extreme of confusion as to what and how to understand.

I had predictions. I was ready. I meant to. But now, I don't react, as if my gut has frozen.

That's what he thought when he took Karia as his companion, took Fialert's hand, and overcome his overflowing sentiments. I was guessing.

"You should not go to the aerial gardens of Gaza. That will only produce tragedy. Especially if you're a crest person. This is the advice. Okay, don't come any closer."

The man's costume is brilliant, perhaps with the help of the Spirit. It's not what it used to be. It even seems like someone else. But forget something or that voice. The voice that trampled people easily.

Yeah, I'm still normal. I'm only a dwarf. He was with the geniuses, once retreating the hero Hert Stanley, creating the illusion that I had come to the top myself.

But it is. If you are a hero, if you are a brave man, are you still engraving such a tiny emotion into the depths of your chest?

"Oh, for once, let's name it. I guess this is also called courtesy. I don't like it though. My name is..."

I saw an elf in front of me, talking as if I were playing a song from my lips, and my lips, they cramped. Oh, what's your name?

"- Eldis. It's a name that can be taken as both a woman and a man, but that's a lot of names for elves."

- Eldis. Be the princess of the elves, companion of the journey of salvation. That's how, the worst destroyer.