A Wish to Grab Happiness

That was exactly what it deserved to call an aerial garden.

Deep in the mountains and starting to feel breathless, further behind, the gardens are set. Incredible sight, almost remembering the illusion that there is a city with clouds as scaffolding.

The home of these elves is the only city in the world where grace and strangeness are at hand and the city that was once invited here to call it.

aerial gardens in Gaza.

I can see natural and exclamational exhalation leaking out of my mouth. Both eyebrows rose naturally and his eyes opened.

Even in the time of my former journey, this sight crushed my liver. Fantastic, and that word is exactly what it deserves. It was a sight that made me think that the world must have been such a sight when it was once said that the gods were still standing on the earth.

Oh, my God, I mockingly distort my cheeks without knowing what it feels like not to be me.

Strong blowing wind slaps cheeks. The comfort is strangely cold. How is it that on the mountain it gets cold even though it approaches the sun? That didn't surprise me.

"Here comes a response from the Elf King...... when I welcome him, he says so.

Mattia's well-traveled voice echoed as she tasted the cigarette chewing the landscape into dishes from inside the carriage. A messenger must have returned on his way to the air garden.

Some of the voices that have been grumpy are now soft.

"Hmm... surprise. Things like this, though, don't work inside. Honestly, I've been prepared to take a few trips."

Fialert makes words bounce with her lips pointy.

To be sure, it's surprising. Like me and Fialert, I honestly didn't expect to see anything.

No, rather, he probably thought deep down in his heart that it was better to be paid in front of the door.

Now the palpitations have stopped. But, uh, when I remembered him, my fingertips shook. Again, they're so deep-rooted.

"Whatever it is, if you mean to see me, you should see me. Things are what they carry."

Karia jumped off the carriage and said so. Silver hair, shaking. Apparently, there are orders in the city to get off the carriage and proceed. Now, you may be in a bad mood by turning against me.

"Speaking of which, have you heard what the name of the king of elves is?"

Stepping on the earth with his feet, he asked Mattia's back, walking forward thinking, making sure this place wasn't in the air or something.

"... they say Finn Largeas. Listen, what are we going to do?"

Exquisitely, without disrespect, vegan replies can be thrown. Totally, you're a poisonous woman if you open your mouth, this guy.

Finn Largeias. Finn is a word that means king, so King Largeias to be precise.

Definitely. That is the name of the king who declared his cooperation with man and sent Eldis to the party on the journey of salvation.

That's how much my brain remembered.

Then perhaps there is no surprising problem. A strangely casual thought turns my head.

From his former history, there is no doubt about the fact that his king is an accommodating king to man. Depending on the conditions, if negotiations are successful, we should see the Alliance as likely to forge an inviolable degree of cooperation, even if it is not.

It is fair to say that the neighbouring countries have attached the cooperation of the elves, and we can do so in great hustle and bustle.

In this day and age, only a fraction of the ruling class is involved with the elves. Still the name of the elf is unknown and frightening to the common man. If so, it can also lead to lower morale among soldiers if you inflate your fears with precision.

Yes, as long as it works, there's no problem. I sighed quietly, spitting out optimistic fantasies and pessimistic delusions together.

"Cathedral Knight, Garras Gargantia"

Arueno, for a moment, had not been able to recognize it as the voice that came out of his mouth. A few moments later, even more so, by the time the person I had called myself to turn this way, I finally realized that my mouth was open.

"Nhhh... oh, my God. Princess Sing. Bye. Yes, the Cathedral Knight Garras Gargantia, certainly here."

So I joked, and he put his hand in front of his chest. The look and tricks seem so light, I don't think he's a very cathedral knight. Arueno shakes his feet tingly as he narrows his golden eyes.

While that skill is certainly the best of the diocesan knights, if not the most diocesan knightly, the man so called in the shadows, he. Cathedral Knight, Garras Gargantia. Of course, the name definitely contains a lot of jealousy.

Armor and feet aligned with silver that are supposed to remind the opponent of majesty. It also looked unfit to him somewhere and he couldn't seem to get out of some of his peculiar jokes.

"I can't believe I'm a singing princess, I'm not what they call me. Yeah, I didn't think so.... Uh, yeah, dressed like that, even going somewhere?

Returning words, he shakes his brain and creates a reason for stopping aggressively.

Why did you stop Gallus? Anyway, Arueno himself can't help it. Anyway, my mouth was really open, almost unconscious.

Garrus opens his mouth with a gentle glance over his shoulder at Arueno's words. The trick, too, still doesn't weigh like a cathedral knight.

"I'm not stuck. It's an errand. Even so, you know, to the singing princess."

Because you're smart, Garrus adds, in a mild condition, loosening your cheeks.

Unexpectedly, to his usual appearance, Arueno exhales and pioneers.

It is not that Arueno is particularly close to Garras. Exquisite, in addition to greeting each other if you look at each other, the extent to which you chat. You would know me even if I could call you.

But when it comes to life in a cathedral where few people can be called intimate, it may also be said that they are fairly intimate people in a certain sense. Whatever, it's hard to say.

Garras himself was a man of little grasp, but his words were utterly utter.

During this period, the Cathedral Knight is gearing up and walking down the cathedral hallway. At that point, the purpose seems to be clear.

That means going out on a crusade of crests.

Oh, yeah. With Rugis, to crusade the crests. The eye end of Arueno narrows down gently. The golden eyes seemed dark and brilliant.

"- Yeah, right. Yeah, so in a few days, you'll be in Gallu Amalia?

A voice that feels the slightest chill of Arueno. The wind made a noise.

Garrus shakes his neck to the side silently, shaking his shoulders. So, I thought I looked around once, and I said, face close.

"No, no. Special case. It's not much of an outrage... but the cathedral holds hands with the elf chief."

The words have eyes open. Elves. When it comes to elves, it is said that the people of those woods, are you talking about them? Why would a cathedral do that? I didn't have time to put that question to my mouth, and the next word unleashed eagled Arueno's brain. I can hear my throat swallowing.

"- That's where the magic decree came from." The witch of the mastermind and the traitor. "

But Arueno's consciousness had left far behind the words of Gallus, who said so blurredly that it was amazing what the magic of the elves used. I'm not interested in words like that anymore. Oh, my God, it's not worth it.

traitor. Yes, there is only one person now called to the Catholic Church. On Arueno's lid, there was a single human being. Who is childhood tame and has deposited a handkerchief and promised a reunion, Rugis.

Well, I just figured out how I could have called out without knowing. Arueno blinks his eyes. I had a feeling. I understood. The fact that the Cathedral Knight is going out at a time when he's not even supposed to be ready must have something to do with the Seal Witch, or Rugis.

As such, I called out in anticipation that if there was some light gallus in my mouth, I would be able to get some information.

Arueno's exhalation is nil. The space seemed to shake.

"... So the execution is in Elf country?

"No, I'd do that if I could, but you can't. The Pope wants you alive."

So I'm the only one out there as a cathedral knight, depressed from the bottom of my heart, Garrus says. For a moment, I felt that its narrow eyelids had lost all their lightness.

I see, live catcher. Arueno roughly understood the prospect.

Perhaps a degree of soul courage to carry out executions in the Cathedral, or in the capital of the Kingdom of Garrist, and to hold back the crest rebellion, while at the same time firming the authority of the Catholic Church. Such a thing didn't matter to Arueno. But staying alive is great.

"I really wanted to take the Buckingham guy, too, but if you take him to the boulder, you'll kill him. Oh-"

"- Cathedral Knight, Garras Gargantia"

Eating Garrus' verbal butt with his mouth open like a blur, he smiled gracefully and so tenderly, Arueno said.

"That the journey is a better one. so, if possible."

Little lips, shaking. Hi, happy. Make a look like that.

"I hope you can show me the face of the traitor."