A Wish to Grab Happiness

The palace is shaped so that the trees come closer to each other and the surrounding area is covered with fresh water. The most majestic and natural of the cities known as the Aerial Gardens was here.

its centre. The roar leaked on the throne that seemed to even leak a sigh of beauty. It was also like just exhaling, like a voice that leaked out emotions.

"... well, do you keep that woman a grownup? Oh, Valianne."

The voice, Lord of the palace, guardian of the throne. It was a zero drop from Finn Largeas' mouth. A low, crouched voice that makes you step on the bottom of the earth. An elf is a beauty shaped somewhere, but when it comes to this old elf, it is covered with wrinkles and scars as if its face had been damaged by itself.

"Ha. Princess, no, Eldis was like no other in the tower"

Right, and I nod low. Largeas did his hand around his neck as he conceived. Those thin eyes can hardly read what you're thinking.

Varianne drips her head but zeroes a cold sweat in her chest. In fact, naturally, it's not what I told you. The princess was no longer just caged in that tower and stopped wasting time on pranks. That is wonderful and I would like to congratulate you from the bottom of this heart.

But. One of the definite problems of the princess's will was resolved. But another problem. That's the old elf who sits on the throne and stares at everyone with his bottomless eyes.

Finn Largeas.

"Isn't that good, Finn? If you're being adult, it doesn't seem to be a problem."

The faction that took up Largeas and put him in Finn's place, its civilian, opens his mouth. I guess I was supposed to manipulate fins behind my back and think of an easy life where I could just do the yarn.

But how about now, he's just a puppet who's just upset about Finn's mood. Valianne slightly distorts her lips.

"Hmm... how far are we?

A crouched voice sounds between the fins. The voice seemed to be somewhere irritating, and it was a flat tone, like the fact that it contained no emotions whatsoever.

Unexpectedly, a civilian leaks a raw reply from his mouth to an illegible word of intent. Largeath's face, covered in scratches and wrinkles, was distorted.

"So I'm asking you how serious you are. That's not so much a voice from the depths of my heart anymore. Ah. If you're incapacitated like that, it would still be better if your life disappeared here."

With a flash of little screaming, the civilian that was out front, goes down a lot.

Was that strange? There was a dry laugh that sounded like a tree. In the wide indoors, only Largear's laughter stains.

"I should have made you listen enough to rot your ears, you don't. The day is no longer over when all we have to do is live today in peace and get that food tomorrow. Warcraft is overflowing, and we cannot turn our backs on the mess of the world with our elves."

Shin, and the elves serving fins lined up around them, everyone has their mouths shut.

Indeed, it is true that many warcraft have been confirmed in the nearby woods these days. It must be true that the strife of the human state is in a state that could involve even an aerial garden.

But there was no mistake that many elves, including Valianne, were somewhere skeptical about Finn's words.

How far the hell are you telling the truth? How far is it from false to bluff the traitor? This old elf named Largeas could not foresee its bottom anywhere.

Initially, he said something big as if he were a fool and was responsible for the elves around him. As soon as I got Finn's title and real power until I killed my own brother, so did I start to wield Gaza's lead as my nature changed.

I don't know how far is the essence of an elf called Largeas and how far is it supposed to look. That unnecessarily soaked Valianne and the elves' hearts in fear.

You will not know such a person with whom you have served generations of fins before.

"Yesterday, the fact that there was forest grace does not prove to the left that we can still have grace in this hand today. That woman, Eldis, is dangerous. Many unreadable people still worship that woman."

On the throne, Largeas, sitting back loosely, speaks as he reads out the dialogue.

There was none that defied, nor could defy, the words that were thrown out in a voice as low as its ground ringing.

"A worm that withers grass must be crushed by each of its flocks. Gaza is where we, the Elves, are going to live."

After all, Valianne couldn't understand what he was saying.

He says to make sure the elves survive. But the neighborhood doesn't really fall. Since ancient times, the elves have built a capital deep in the woods, and they have fed into the Spirit to connect life.

We, protected by the Spirit, will never be swayed by war, nor will we have a record of being in danger of catastrophe. Sure, the Warcraft seem to be wandering through the surrounding woods, but we don't do anything that's even attacked this Gaza.

It is also a slightly less exciting day for Varianne, who leads the Elf's battlegroup, but peace is never bad either.

Rather, it did not seem to Valianne that it was Largeas' deeds that were bringing in disaster.

Suddenly he joins hands with the nation of man, making him seize the man of the crest who formerly made alliances. What the hell is the point of this act?

It only has the odd nature of once leaving the woods and gaining friendship with humans. After all, I don't think Finn deserves it at all. He's dyed out of humans.

Elves have the lumps and customs of elves. There is peace now because we have defended it and have come to bear the Spirit. If you defeat that, the only thing there will be is ruin.

After all, it's the princess. Yes, Valianne squeaks in her heart. The great Finn who once made hundreds of years of peace. Only the princess, her only daughter and spiritual cousin, can rule this Gaza.

"Variavanne"

Varianne unexpectedly shook her spine at the prolonged voice that suddenly threw at her, crawling up from her heels.

So much so that I think they picked up the voice that was squealing in my heart now, amazing. With his eyes open, he looks up to respond to the words.

There, the face of an old elf laughing deeply.

"Keep an eye on that woman. Hey, if there's a disturbing move, let me. I don't care if you dance with me."

Is it a joke or is it for real? It's still like I don't know.

No way, Varianne could only bow her head low so as not to show her expression while responding lightly.