A Wish to Grab Happiness

Sitting on a superior bed, doing his hand on his chin, he turns his thoughts.

The situation now is unsavory. Very bad. My chest was so compressed that the clothes wrapped around my shoulders felt heavy.

Until now, I have planted my own seeds to my advantage, unraveling the wisdom of my former journey, my former history. Make it about Kalia, make it about Fialert, make it about the Gospel War, yeah.

But how about now? To be honest, I know a place where my intelligence is likely to prevail as far as the aerial gardens of Gaza go. It seems there's something very different about the part I had in mind. The thought of Elves' princess, Eldis, cannot be grasped in this hand either.

Despite that, I vomited my words whirling into my chest, emotionally. Unexpectedly, suppress the forehead.

"It's too late to regret it now. If you don't want to get involved, I'll force you to get involved. No, if you haven't given up, you're gonna have to."

Really, I did something stupid. Even what people decide for themselves is easily broken with their own hands.

Eldis' words make his ears squeak strangely. I leaked my voice as I washed my throat with spit.

Speaking of which, it may be a long time since I've faced someone on my own. There have been a lot of people around lately. But this one suits me better.

"I'm not sure if I should call you a princess or Erdis. You want me to hear it. What are you trying to do and what's going on here?"

Elf, a woman named Valianne, had disappeared, by the way, with footsteps raised from the room. Perhaps to fulfill the words of my Lord, Eldis.

Reassemble your legs and look for chewing tobacco on your chest. But it's well confiscated, I remembered.

"Though I'm not sure where I got it from. It's a common story. Maybe. I hear it's a constant story in the land of humans. I hate it."

Well, I'm sure it must have been. It's a common story.

There was a great king of elves. Good governance, charity, and a king who can have great virtues. There is nothing more for a human king. Excellent. I'm sure its reign will be praised by future generations. Even the wicked will live in those days with their breath lurking.

The problem is that elves have an immeasurable lifespan for us humans.

His reign of kings spanned hundreds of years. When that happens, everyone gets tired of the times. Something that would otherwise be unsatisfactory also becomes dissatisfactory. It turns a small unravel into a big rift.

I guess the problem is that he was sophisticated. I don't know how the original elf throne will be replaced, but I should have left sooner.

Neither can he who keeps evil in his breasts wait hundreds of years for a boulder. And they shall bring forth such other as may be convenient.

This time, it's the king's, it's his brother. That would mean Eldis' uncle.

That's Finn Largeis. Even in former times, he ruled the kingdom of the elves, the king. Well, the neighborhood hasn't changed at all. I followed the same line this time.

Interesting story. Humans, elves, no one and he are emotionally irritated but still repeat their choices. In the course of that flow, I spinned history.

Thus, this time again, the Predecessor, who was regarded as the king of evil without any problems, was defeated and moved into a new era of reign. If it was meant to be, then a new reign should have begun without delay. Be good, be bad.

There is one problem that has arisen since then.

Forgetfulness of the Predecessor. Elves princess, Eldis.

She was exactly a spoiled being from the Spirit.

Let's make it a phenomenon that appeared in front of us while we were in the tower. Obviously not to the same degree as other elves.

Perhaps this is an elf-specific value. Killing the spoiled one of the Spirit is contraindicated. Even if she was the daughter of a virtuous king.

So she was locked up in the tower. Put it there, until it comes to mind or its body with an anomaly. I can reason to take that life, until then.

I think so. The reason Eldis was pardoned for accompanying him on his previous journey. Probably because it was insane anymore.

At least in the fold of his former journey, Erdis remembers a serious conversation as he is now, but he doesn't. Words have been made sense, but it is as if we have not been able to understand each other. I had that impression.

I see, what happened. What a wild story. It's not a good story for me to know, and now I don't have the means to know. It's all just a story in former history.

"So the example thing is, is it okay to overshadow a situation like this moldy bread?"

The current situation is not fragrant at all. The princess of the elf is certain to be locked away in the tower until she freaks out, and when I speak of Garrist soldiers, it all ends. Kalia and the others don't even know where they are. moment by moment and the Hourglass of Life continues to sand down.

Then you'll need to put your hands on him somewhere and flip him. Oh, you're not good at it. Those who have no talent or power in this hand will have to look for ways to keep scratching their feet and throwing them upside down on the board.

"There are a very small number of things in Gaza that support me. Some children, like Valianne earlier, follow their loyalty, for their own good, of course."

Around there, they're still no different from humans. Profits and losses, loyalists and disloyalists. The world is made of chaos. It is no different in the royal palace of the elves, so it is the Temple of the Fushidemons.

"The point is, with them, we're going to override this aerial garden from end to end. Once upon a time, my uncle, who is now Finn, as Largeas did."

Eldis' words, just a handful or so, but I felt shaken by emotions.

The blue eye, which has floated somewhere so far and has no grasp like the wind, is brilliant. It's as if I'm handing over what I was throwing away again.

"Let me ask you to hold one end of it to turn it upside down, Rugis. It'll be good, cohabitant. Now I'm talking about an accomplice. If you haven't given up yet, you'll take my hand, right?

Listen slowly to the contents of the voice. Most of them are clogged and smooth. Perhaps Eldis kept turning down this operation, but somewhere, in the depths of his mind, he kept holding it for hours.

So, before bedtime at night, right after waking up, a mundane moment. I hugged her again and again.

Dream of the moment when you will burn the royal palace and snap the necks of those who killed my father.

How do you run a soldier, which directions are best used to get to the Royal Palace after you break out of prison? Which elves will be on your side.

Erdis finished talking about it without staring at it. Its cheeks are slightly reddish, and sculptural faces can be seen showing exaltation. That was some place, I even remember being childish, that look.

"What do you say? I don't think it's bad. I believe this path is the one that makes everyone happy. You'll ride, too, Rugis."

It wasn't an inquiry. Naturally, I was asking for your consent.

No, not at all, you're kidding me, this princess. Ringing his heel and slightly stroking his jaw, he opens his mouth.

"- Unfortunately, you refuse. I'm very unwilling to keep my life for such a greenhouse-raised princess's fantasy of just being comfortable. I told you, I don't even feel like dying."