A Wish to Grab Happiness

It was indisputable that I came into my eyes at the door of the orphanage. Back then, it was the very figure of Arueno, still young. Thin fingers and white skin, which is likely to collapse when touched. Light, shiny, thin golden hair is well groomed and wrapped.

"Well, Rugis! It's Rugis, isn't it? It's been a long time, but it won't change, you. It hasn't changed a bit about being petty or twisted at all!

That's something wrong.

I figured out what look to make, and the face I was tense on oddly distorted. Was that strange, Arueno suppressed his mouth and broke his face.

"What's the matter, I saw something weird," he said. Could he have become an adventurer and been drained of poison? That's great, but I don't think it's funny. "

Arueno keeps talking rap because it's getting much lower than my gaze. I find that somewhere ironic, even adorable.

But there's only one thing that swirls in my thoughts about that.

"Arueno -. No, you, you had that personality."

"Huh?

The girlfriend in front of her, Arueno, stares straight at this one with a suspicious eye. The color, appearance, and appearance of his eyes are indisputably Arueno. But what would it be? This discomfort. At least I don't think Arueno in me would have used such scary words. What do you mean, huh?

"What are you talking about? It hasn't been that long since we arrived here. You forgot your childhood personality, too?

Mr. Nines has a totally frightened voice. He stops his hand from slipping groceries and water out of the shopping cage and stares at this one with a similarly suspicious eye for Arueno.

Right, no, it was. Accompanied by a journey of salvation, the Arueno of a clogged future was clear, or discreet and merciful, and that was what embodied the statue of a woman as if she were a Virgin. Everyone was compelled to follow that figure with their eyes. Even I was a childhood trainer, and when I met him again a long time ago, I could see him.

All that image preceded me when I thought of it, and I applied that image to her as a child. But no. Yes, I did. It is true that when we were children, especially when we spent time together in orphanages, we were more than clear. It was more active than discretion, a woman named Arueno.

"If you forgot, forget it. It doesn't matter. You should stop looking at people and blushing. Besides, you're better than me now. I wonder where you've been and what you've been doing."

Arueno frowns as he flinches and crawls his gaze at my body. I don't feel so uncomfortable about the situation that I can stare at with a strange gaze from both of us.

"I don't care what you do. See, this is it."

He enters the orphanage, gently flickering his hands and feet, paying attention to both of them.

The interior is considerably wider than from the outside. It is natural in some ways to provide for a large number of children and sometimes to include their buyers in the house. When it comes to eye-catching furniture, a large wooden table that everyone can enclose. In a chair you sit in, like a cupboard. But when I was a kid, this still looked like a fancy house.

Trying to sit in a nearby chair like it's been a long time since we've been home, Guru pulled his left hand.

"Yikes!?

Moments, pain like ripping with a sharp blade strikes my shoulder. Next time, and when Arueno pulled his right hand unconstitutionally, a similar pain ran from his right shoulder. I accidentally rattle my teeth, stomping my legs and enduring the pain.

There was a degree of admiration in the boulder and in front of people to put up with rolling around.

"Look at that. Now look at that. I want you to tell me what's wrong with this. Mr. Nines, I'll borrow your bandage. Look, Rugis, sit tight."

Sit in a chair with a lot of tears in your eyes. I miss the slight chirping noise coming out of the chair. Mr. Nines smiled bitterly and handed Arueno the bandage, smiling and narrowing his eyes.

A little, relieved. Should I say that my mind is convinced? Oh, sure, that vibrant and grumpy look, and the spirit of charity, must be what Arueno was like in the past. What a dumb story. At the time, I didn't lean over here in the orphanage, and I forgot half the way to thinking about people. He seemed to have handled it selflessly as a good memory. There is so much pity.

Before I left the orphanage arguing that I would be a fine adventurer, I hadn't put my face here in a long time so that she wouldn't understand that miserable life. From time to time, I was connected enough to look at the letters Arueno sent me and know what was going on with them. Yeah, speaking of which, I didn't even come to drop him off at the time when I heard about Arueno being held hostage. Terrible story. Oh, my God, you idiots.

So much, I want to grab something. So much, why didn't you be honest when you said something you wanted to be with was right beside you?

"Look, I can't do it. You hit something hard, didn't you? It's getting blue in here."

Slowly bandaged around his shoulder, Arueno inquires in a bumpy and angry tone.

Chewing the bite cigarette bought at cost as it was distracted, whilst shooting its mouth, made its anger unnecessarily worse. "Where did you learn such bad things?" But "You can't be an adult if you chew on them." You can say whatever you want. Even if Arueno told me, this is not the only way to get rid of it so easily. It's a taste I've learned in adventurers' lives.

I kept saying the novel for a while, but you see this one doesn't listen to me, Arueno leaves me with a bandage around my shoulders to keep my lips pointy but polite and painless.

Immerse yourself in the indescribable comfort of being treated by thinkers and bite your nostalgic time as it is. Nothing bad. There's Arueno, there's Mr. Nines, and he laughs at his crappy public discourse. Oh, I see. This is the happiness I was losing in the future. It's unusual.

But there was still discomfort somewhere in it. Sure, lively and cheerful. That would have been what Arueno looked like in the past. But nevertheless, it goes too far.

"Hey, it's Arueno."

"What's going on? I won't ask you if you're protesting how to roll a bandage. Or did you even want to say one thank you? I don't mind. Yikes!

That being said, somewhere, it was the sound of a floating voice. Bite the cigarette, spit it out, open your mouth.

"You've got a contract. Where is it, the place?"

"... Mr. Nines?

Mr. Nines, who was gazed at by Arueno, missed those purple eyes when I just said the facts. Looks like you're looking out at the landscape, but you can only see the next wall through that window.

"I knew you couldn't do it. Should I say healthy or strong? Sure doesn't bother you, Arueno. You are."

"Mmm... rather, what is your spare time. Smart rather than petty. That's smart."

Arueno's gaze wanders with his shoulders flaunted like infidelity.

Not that I can afford it. I just got a little experience. Instead, even now, I don't care what Arueno looks like. This is the weakness I fell in love with, and I think I want to cover my eyes while I'm at it.

"So, where are you going?"

Speaking of which, I shouldn't have known at the time. In fact, I still don't know where Arueno was hired.

"It's not a weird place. Fine, I'll let you do it if you want. I don't mind if you do."

With that said, put down a beat of words and Arueno shrugs.

"The cathedral is the place to stay."

From the mouth, the chewing cigarette fell.