A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Oh, there he is, you.

With that said, really, I don't care from the bottom of my heart. An offering. I think I'm going to scrape off my ears as I hear them, running scared, my voice.

His mouth cut dry, his saliva didn't even float, and his body didn't move like it was frozen.

I remember the sight. This is a memory of a time. I accompanied him on his journey to salvation, and I still didn't know what his princess was like.

- What is it? That's depressing. I don't know if you'll disappear.

Shaking her long hair, the princess shows her back.

After the debris of the warcraft, which was no longer a shard, and the earth, which was dug back into chaos, as if it had been decided with great claws, the princess of the elf did not even look back on this one.

My cheeks, tingly, my blood bounces. It was then that I finally began to hear my heartbeat.

Die. He was dead. If I were in that princess's orbit right now, I would be dead. The heart does complain about that feeling, and now that it's still alive, it makes noise so that it appeals to the body.

Horrible. The emotions that come up in my chest are just one thing. Too much, it was horrible.

Of course, so is its power. The power of slaughtering a large warcraft with a wave of arms and arguably a threat without a single breath is horrible.

But something truly horrible isn't.

What was truly terrifying was the blue eye that was shining its brilliant light.

The moment I looked straight at it, I understood. That doesn't recognize me as a person or a person of marginal value. Perhaps you've never even recognized it as worthwhile.

So there is no emotional swing, even when it is time to take life with that hand. It's just that the worm passed right in front of me.

I'm not the only one, maybe, for him, everything but his hero is. I'll accompany you on a journey and have some conversation, but it never makes sense. To her, I'm nothing but an inferior creature.

I made sure I was crushed by that fear, and I did hear something big supporting my chest cracking.

- The same blue eye as then, is staring at this one now.

The figure is completely different. The men's outfit looks great on her. Of course, no matter what costume she wears, she will wear it easily. Unlike in the past, a hat and short haired outfit also create another charm.

The atmosphere is also somewhere soft, although there is still sword swallowing now. At first glance, it's like someone else.

But I remember. Only the blue eye and the voice, indisputably, remember my soul.

In the back of his chest, an unpleasant noise rang.

"Sudden visit, excuse me. But Lord Eldis, we just..."

A knight of the crest who could get his words back first, without my uttering a word, opens his mouth. In the meantime,

"-Don 't call me names easily, I don't like it."

Eldis' voice overwrote it.

A voice that doesn't even try to hide how grumpy it looks.

Rather, feelings close to hostility can shower us both. That's not just from the beauty in front of you. It feels like hostility from the winds around us, from the trees in the woods, so to speak, from all around us. Unexpectedly, the word of the escort knight was jammed.

Of course. Now, if you come to negotiate an alliance and the first elf you meet makes you this vicious, you'll have trouble getting out.

Forced to open his throat, which is still hard to hear anywhere, and zero words.

"... then as you wish, I won't call you. We don't have time to waste each other's precious time, you know."

A Seal Saint Virgin wants a meeting with the King of Elves. I put that in short words. Whenever possible, keep your emotions out of voice-over. Try not to distort your voice as long as you can.

Eldis said with a sarcastic grin, shaking her shoulders, knowing or not my mood like that.

"King. Oh, about Finn - he's not here, he's not like that anymore. Finn won't come out once he's wearing a mask."

Unexpectedly round your eyes to that word.

A fin is like a tribute to an elf indicating a king. Only those who have become kings are forgiven for finning their names. That is an indisputable sign of respect and awe.

Thus, Erdis blinks his eyes at showing Finn and uttering words as if they were disdainful.

Finn is also a symbolic presence for the elves and shouldn't be such a lightly spoken word. That's why I dared to use the word king, too. Don't touch her any more.

But how's she doing? Doesn't it look like it's not enough to take a fin or something?

Finn, isn't the king of elves your father? Why? As you step out into the truth, the moment you open your mouth again,

"Besides, I told you, you."

Whoops, open Bea's eyes, come closer and stare at me. Behind it I saw a dark splendor. Intimidate your opponent, like you exposed your anger, such shades.

As soon as those eyes stared at me, the words that came out of my throat turned my esophagus back so that I could keep pushing it in. His throat dried up at once, and he no longer tries to give birth to spit. Even physical activity is trying to escape the princess of the elf in front of her.

"You shouldn't be in the air gardens of Gaza. I don't like it. Humans try to break contraindications. These are words that came out of my vows, and they're kind. You mustn't go any further."

Yes, when you line up your words like the wind whispers, the rest is just like when you show up. While blinking, the figure disappeared into the woods.

That's exactly what happens when you don't have an island to install. It's all in your own right. I'm not trying to hear this one. No, as far as they're concerned, that's the right one. Because it is always the words of the elves that are right, not the words of man. Therefore, if you try Eldis, the behavior is absolutely correct.

The sound of multiple hooves treading on the soil can be heard from the road behind them. I see, I thought I was running a long time before the carriage, but to the extent that I was caught up, I was killing my time.

When the escort knight regains his mind, he will probably make a report to Mattia. He thanked me and went straight to the carriage with his horse back.

Speaking of which, I'm still unconscious. On the spot many times, I took a slow, deep breath.

It didn't move like the back of my gut was frozen, and it was as if all of that had turned into hard iron.

Okay, well, I get it. I hadn't been able to get over him yet. At the same time as the spit accumulated in his mouth, he swallowed the fact.

The identity of this emotion is not burning anger, nor hatred enough to melt the organs. Just, just. The emotions, fears, that underlie the organism.

I'm undoubtedly afraid of that monster.