A Wish to Grab Happiness

"I see, I wonder where the child rat is hiding his breath, that tower"

Mattia breathed unexpectedly in front of Karia, who lay her eyes down and squealed like that in her living room.

Given the trends so far, such an imagination slightly caught me wondering if she would soon shake that silver hair and penetrate that tower.

"Yeah, it's probably just a prediction,"

If that's what you think, you also had the option of sealing everything in your brain and killing it. By and large, my guess that I would be in the tower is much included.

But that is an indisputable pain.

Of course, Mattia thought I'd pick the first option not to mention it. But when I think about it, why should I suppress Kalia and Fialert for Rugis and hide him to his place?

Besides, if you're safe, you should use some means to get in touch. Even so, he's not trying to get in touch at this time. Don't even know people's minds.

The wave of emotions that should also be called that depression became a mixture that was not in my chest, and I threw it out of Mattia's mouth.

Besides, if I let the fialert go, I was going to get rid of more and more of the angry stuff as it was, and I was no longer going to be able to just watch it. Hilariously, Mattia shifts her gaze to Fialert.

"Yes, you're safe. Phew, um... yes, the princess's."

For a moment, with a soothing look on his face, the next thing you know, he starts putting a very complicated look on his face.

Oh, my God, is that what you described? The relief, the outrage and the agitation go hand in hand, colliding with each other. Should I call it such a complexion? Unexpectedly, Mattia's lips clasped.

"... Okay, then, go to sleep. It wouldn't be the same if you would be in touch with me already. Remember, Rugis!

The words had already taken away the voidness that had once existed. It even seemed to restore its vitality to the very roots of its spirit somewhere.

While the facial expressions seemed complicated and distorted, they were still no match for drowsiness or physical exhaustion as symbolized by the neighborhood beneath the eyes. Instead, Mattia stroked down that chest, wondering if she would finally rest.

"Okay, magician. It would be one of those things to drag someone to sleep in peace."

Karia breaks her cheek somewhere funny and says: But the words, like fialerts, had restored some serenity. If we are going to get that mood back with this, why don't we discipline that emotion a little bit more?

With Mattia's emotions and other appearances of wind blowing where, Karia rocks the long sword at her waist.

"It's okay, yeah"

The words of the fialert include the absurd. Such a voice, like having certainty, like saying that you understand everything.

"Rugis is evil. The fact that he's bluffing already determines where he's going to come out - at the end of the day, on the most dangerous occasion, he writes his own name."

Then you'll have some time off. Leaving that to say, Fialert goes up the stairs to the second floor.

Hearing the words of the fialert, Karia snapped and throated. Pleasant, there was even a mocking breeze somewhere.

"Absolutely right. He thinks it's his duty to get himself into trouble. It's not like it's a high-ranking thing. I'll have to make it right soon."

The two words stepped into Mattia's chest with wonder.

Surely he, Rugis, has that kind of verse. This is true both in Galuamaria and here in Gaza. He leaps himself into a dangerous situation and adds more scratches to his body.

Is that the spirit of self-sacrifice? The way it is is is not incomprehensible to Mattia. Rather, it also seems like the right way to live.

Give yourself for the vast majority of others and save more. Mattia is also an idea that has been engraved into its chest. However, rather than that in his case, I was under the impression that he was in a hurry to live somewhere.

So I can praise you for letting go.

- No, wait.

Mattia accidentally pushes back the strange emotions that have surfaced in herself. Complimentary. Why? If Rugis is willing to jump to a dangerous place and win a victory at his own expense, there's nothing better to do. It's even a pleasure.

Rather, as a crest religion, we should even recommend it. It should be honored. I don't care about the process or the emotions, what matters is the outcome.

Why, now I have complex feelings for what can be described as his haste to live.

Mattia's eyebrows unwittingly distort to the senseless emotions of her own specialty.

"... that one, how come oh, you try to jump into a predicament yourself"

Mattia's lips were saying another word, as if to delude the emotions born within herself. Silver hair shakes, as it responds to that word.

"He's weak."

Clearly, it was like saying it out loud. That's an unexpected word for boulders and for Mattia.

Mattia understands very well that a human being named Karia is one who lives in the theory of the strong. But what does it mean to make it clear that you are weak to people who dedicate their emotions to not hating them?

As she blinked her eyes at the doubt, Karia smiled laughably somewhere.

"Don't you see, he's inherently weak and dangerous. That's why I'm jumping into a predicament trying to reach out and reach the strong myself. Don't be a hero. Well, let me tell you, not yet."

I was oddly proud of how Karia looked like that. It's more like complimenting your possessions, saying you're weak.

"- But he also has the strength that comes from his weakness. I think that part of him is very preferable. You have no idea. I thought it was unshakeable with strength and incompatible with weakness"

Look at him. I've never known him before. That being said, Karia's wording seemed strangely calm and her gaze merciful. Knowing what she does, which can be described as harsh and intense, the appearance is a little incredible.

When his white cheeks turned slightly red, his silver eyes pierced Mattia. Tickling, Mattia's shoulders shake.

"Don't make me talk all the time. Where do you find him?"

Where do we find him? Unexpectedly, Mattia repeated the words with her own lips. Otherwise, I couldn't seem to understand what it meant.

I'm heading somewhere in Rugis.

What are you talking about? If I had never talked about it, I wouldn't have even held it in my chest. I suppose so. Oh, you must be.

When I told her that with my lips pointy, Karia burst out laughably with her eyes round.

"If that's what you are, I don't mind. But neither me nor that magician will ever change the roots of their hearts - if they're too late to fang, they might not have a piece of meat left, right?

I'm not even willing to leave it anyway. With that said, Kalia also turns to the door, showing her back, to rest her body.

What are you talking about? Mattia bites her own lips as she stares at its back.

I have nothing to do with him. If you dare, the position of collaborator. Later it will be about resentment towards him being held in this chest.

It is very unlikely that you will find it, even if you will abandon it.

Of course, the mastery that would be pulling the thread behind the princess of the elf, as in this case, and the behavior that can be described as distortion, shall be evaluated. But that means it's only available or unusable. I never gave him some credit for his personality.

Yeah, never, never. Mattia repeats, yes, over and over again in her chest.

Mattia seemed to feel in her head that a new seed of troubles was emerging. That wasn't created by Kalia or Fialert.

Undisputed, man in green. It was caused by Rugis and was born out.