A Wish to Grab Happiness

Oh, how could you do this?

Eldis shrugged in her chest as she stood in front of the Elf celebrities. Of course, I wouldn't give that thought to a wrong expression. I don't spit anything on the surface that they might be anxious about. Ever since I was a kid, I've been great at plays.

But I couldn't help but think. I wonder how this is happening.

"Princess... let's go soldier to do things. I'll throw in our private soldiers."

With a grin to such an extent that the item does not fall off, Erdis responds to his voice. There are several glittering elf eyes drifting in the dark.

With a gentle exhalation, Eldis sorted them out.

Perhaps what was called from loyalty and father's behalf is not so worrying. Unless it's an act you deviate from as Finn's blood family, you'll work well because of the loyalty that's gushing out of your chest and your rebellion against Largeas.

The problem, then, is what sits on the last seat among the tables.

I have no further interest in loyalty, but in Largeas' rule, I was deprived of my position and driven away, and therefore, I am trying to follow you here because of my interests. The question is how far we can draw them in.

And Rugis said. Oh, I don't like it anymore.

"I'm sure some of you still doubt it. I was wondering if I could give my life to such a little girl."

As I lay my finger on my chest, looking behind the dark, I say. My heart was about to bounce. I'm good at making it look good, but it's been a long time since I've done it in a playful way so far. Because I've been buried in that tower for a long time.

Words don't bite, slowly. As the voice echoes, power the abdomen. I say things like playing poetry, and I say them around.

To Eldis's voice, some of them wandered their eyes in confusion, while others pointed their eyes open, their gaze at power. The content varies, but there is no doubt that all the interests in the room now have been aggregated into her voice.

"I see. Some of you will give Largear this plan and try to scratch this neck off. But at the very least, I want you to think carefully about which way to win at this meeting."

"No more such things... princess"

A loyal minister from a long time ago makes a fine voice to glorify. The low voice seems like a voice worried about Eldis from the bottom of her heart.

That's natural. When you say this, a little girl like Eldis tells you. Not many, it's not strange that there are people who disagree. Elves are long minded, but therefore the anger that once held deep in their hearts does not disappear inside. Keep smoking for a long, very long time.

But that's the kind of guy that doesn't talk if you stir him up. Eldis lightly wets her lips and brightens her eyeballs in the dark.

"… so shall we discuss the plan soon? Discussion to win. Discussion to force Largear off the throne."

Gentle, deafening voice like that. A strangely deafening voice slowly stained the darkness and the consciousness of all those who surrounded the table.

Mattia blinked her eyes while at the end of the table as the valve stood.

It was what I heard was the princess of boxed elves, so I no longer thought it was tactical or profound about how to fight, nor did I expect it.

But how's it going? This meeting, from the beginning, she flashes her words as if she were looking ahead.

How should we win? How much honor lies ahead? How will a traitor be disparaged by future generations of poets? How detrimental is that? Again and again, as I have told everyone.

I know very well because I was in the last seat. Mattia flickers her eyes at the elves around her.

At first, they couldn't turn off their skeptical gaze. Those who would have identified their qualities and, if there was a gap, flickered to either your side or Largeas' side. The heat that dwells in their eyes rises as if it were stirred and burned by your words, princess.

Well, I guess this is the one called charisma. Mattia nodded gently as she placed her finger on her chin. Noble blood produces, draws everyone's breasts and doesn't let them go, courage.

I have to wear this technique myself. Words to force people's minds to flame with words and drive them out into action. Mattia pointed her lips as she tilted her ears to the words.

"But, princess. The soldiers of the royal palace are weak. There are also insiders. If so, this place should show authority. You should not march on the streets in grandeur."

One of the elves speaks up. That's a very good word. A voice that floats in heat and thinks everything's going to be all right. Although most of these dreamy words can be broken and scattered like dreams.

Secondly, Mattia's eyes are directed at the Elf princess. What a response to that princess. Just making a rejection is considered too much fear of Largeas. Accept it now, and the reckoned ones will ignore it.

Finn, the king of human beings must see reality. But I am disappointed by what I see ideals even when I look at reality only. Whatever, the people are unselfish.

For a moment, the princess blinks her eyes and shakes those long ears. I spinned the words so that they flowed.

"Sir, I'm not taking any action to give the soldiers a graveyard. Just wake up the soldiers to win. That plan would kill soldiers if they did it without darkness. At least I'm not willing to sacrifice to a soldier on my side."

"- That, in the extra ideal theory,"

An elf just outside Mattia leaks her voice. It's like a voice piercing the princess. I blamed him and tried to see what was inside him, but he seemed like a voice. Unexpectedly, Mattia swallows.

From your own standpoint, this princess must succeed. Largeas joined hands with the Catholic Church. There will no longer be a gap between the crest teachings. So if the crest teachings are going to find their way to victory, we have to put a new fin on the throne. If that's possible, I'll help you with as much as I can.

But at least on this occasion, I had to ask the princess to survive alone. If she doesn't show off her prowess as the Lord, the one below won't follow either. It is not so in this world that those who can survive all by loyalty alone are.

With a few anxious eyes, even I knew, yes, the princess responds to depressing the play.

"But still. It is the duty of those who stand above them to pursue their ideals. What I'm saying is that no sacrifice should be made in vain. Or the nature of Sir's preference for futility."

Just kidding. You look like you can afford that.

The elf who threw the question also closed his words with a smile on his shoulder saying no. The answer may be mediocre. But that attitude is good. As perseverance, it includes leeway and holds something like a certain certainty in its chest. As a mentor, it's what it should be. I do believe in myself.

Perhaps she has mastered such a manipulation from someone. Is it your father that it was Finn, or is it some other elf?

"Well, there are a few things I'd like you guys to have ready, first of all -"

The plot is told smoothly from your mouth, Princess. As you would assume. To the way it looked, even Mattia rounded her eyes. Even though it's still like the first resolution rally, everything in her brain, including the future, seems to be hidden in her brain.

I hear it was long and closed to the tower. Well, in the meantime, I guess I had feelings in my chest that I couldn't stand.

As such, the meeting ends. When the agenda was no longer modest, Mattia raised her hand, anticipating the timing to such an extent that she would not buy the objection. I knew humans shouldn't stand out too much, but there was only one thing I really needed to fix.

"What's the matter, precious human collaborator, Mattia? Shall I hear your words?"

Thank you, Mattia recieves a gaze that can be stared at from around her, sounding a voice that passes so well.

He lowered his eyes to show respect as it was, spinning his words.

"My, no... As the strength of the crest religion, there is one precious brave man, missing in this country. Don't you know the name, Rugis and..."

- I don't know.

It was thrown into the dark in a strong tone, like eating Mattia's words. Mattia's eyes, instantly. The surrounding elves also raised their faces to her slightly unusual appearance.

"… disrespect. But I'm sorry, but I don't know humans other than you. Well, if you put it in my ear, I promise I'll tell you."

Yes, the look on the face of the princess I tell you was one that had already restored calm. He smiles slightly and shakes his voice gently.

Mattia nodded, thanking her, her eyes narrowed.

- I see. I know exactly where you're interested in imitating the players as uncanny as they are. Rugis.

Yes, shaking your emotions, whining in your heart.