A Wish to Grab Happiness

Flirting, shaking my head.

The old elf, Largeas, suppressed his eyebrows and set his sight, stopped his shaking head and headed to the concierge again.

There are still a lot of chores to clean up, and there are a bunch of things to get your hands on. I dropped that book off some time ago at night, but I couldn't rest yet.

A brush pen gripped by wrinkled fingers runs over parchment. The ink seemed much thinner.

It should be time for a messenger from the land of man. If so, I must write another letter of friendship. And I will have to prepare myself for that reception. The deep wrinkles of Largeas created a darker valley.

My brother is great. It was just a great elf. Anyway, I've been doing this fierce job called Finn for hundreds of years, keeping Gaza at peace. Yes, just an elf country. Hundreds of years.

Guh, there's force in my hand holding Largear's pen. The lid closed slightly.

What a blessing it would have been if only the elves had lived in this independent earth. If I could sing the grace of the forest and just live, there was nothing more.

But that's no longer a dream story. Once upon a time, it was buried in a history so told.

Largear's old, undaunted eyes. It was a human country and I kept seeing a lot of things.

Soldiers who consolidated themselves with a substance stronger than iron. Systematic magic rather than relying on the wisdom of the individual. An article that flows like a great river without staying in one place. skill that makes it possible.

They were far more evolved than the human cities we used to hear about. While the elves rely solely on spirituality and have lived unchanged for hundreds of years.

Some elves would call that development stupid. Some elves will say that they are against the will of the earth. But is that what afflicts humans?

All of that comes to invade this forest as well. The custom will be taken away, the fear of the elves will crash, and the day will come when the trees will be burned down. Largeas had a deep understanding of it as he spent time in people's cities.

Can we then resist? With immutability as good and staying in the woods is all we can do, can we keep pushing them to change and enlargement as good?

The changing way of man for Largeas did not do so with fear. In just a few decades or so, they transform greatly. As I saw it, in my chest, I held one certainty.

Elves, they don't change. But the world has changed dramatically in the meantime.

The same goes for the birth of the Warcraft. Many warcraft have been witnessed here for some time, even near Gaza. There is still no attack on the interior of Gaza, but sooner or later they may also erode this great tree.

We can no longer remain the same. Elves too. If you try to penetrate immutability within a changing world, the rest will only be left behind and abandoned.

We needed a change. It is not left in the world, it is not swallowed. There's so much change that it involves the world itself.

A big cough comes out of Largear's throat. Trembled all over my body, and the pain ran.

How long will this body last? I've lived a long time.

"Finn, how can I help you? Excuse me."

Fine, that's what I said, I put the pen down, and I sat back deep in the chair.

In the absence of almost any lights, it was Largeas' direct soldier who entered the room. The only thing he can put his trust in.

Largeis well understood that some of the celebrities who served him and the soldiers of the royal palace were no longer hostile to him.

There is always hostility as a friend in change, and there is always rebellion. Especially if it's just an elf, it hates change. Naturally, enemies are born both inside and outside.

But if we are going to make a change in the future, we must stop that rebellion. One by one, that's a long way to go. Such hostility and the will to disobey can be inherited in troublesome ways.

Whether you kill your parents, your children, or your children, your grandchildren will continue to have that will.

Then we'll have to get rid of the roots.

Lure him so that there is no escape, call him a showdown and break not only the branches but also their roots. That becomes more important than anything else.

In Largear's ear, soldiers whisper. He nodded heavily at the word, and deepened its wrinkles.

"It's finally working, my niece. Oh, this is good."

What brings that look to mind is an indisputable grin. It was a grin of relief.

My niece, the princess of the elf, if you try Largeas, began to make that move with the elves supporting her. There will be some time before it turns into a clear move, but that's fine.

Now this country cannot be stagnant anymore. The worst thing that could happen to Largeas was that nothing could move here.

The princess cuts into a cage in the tower, and those who have rebelled on their chests end up just biting their own lips in the woods. Such an elf-like ending is most troublesome for them.

At all times, I don't want a change. Hate enemies can't move about Finn's seat, for example. With all that raw, I thought I'd never see the future of an elf species at last.

But they're here. The guy who moves. Excellent.

Largear's shoulder looks delightful and shakes in his heels.

"It would be good. Keep watching. You can burn that chest. Face pale cowardice, give him to me."

Anyway, it's all right, I'll bring it in. Let's turn it into a grand one, this Gaza. When Largeas tells him so, the soldiers nod quietly and disappear again into the dark.

Eyes narrowed, staring at a lamp that lights slightly darkness.

Now, either way, this Gaza is exposed to a wave of change. If you win, everything that rivals you, everything that counteracts pressure, disappears. This is fine. In doing so, let's whip on the old bones and make Gaza a single nation until we're old enough.

But at the end of the struggle, Princess, it will be your victory. That's another transformation. Young bud rule no longer blows away former habits. And if there is a change in Finn in this short period of time, even a dull elf will realize that the world is constantly changing, regardless of who it is.

What we need now for Gaza is change. No matter how it turns out, visit.

That's it, good. But of course. The best result is something that is always there.

If you ask yourself, Princess, which is the best Lord, no doubt, Largeas will answer:

- It's me. I am the one with the power and wisdom to overthrow this Gaza from the ground up.

I'm not willing to lose. Ask the princess to be the foundation of the old bones.

Oh, if I had a brother, I must have been sad. He was deeply in love. Until then, when I lost my life, you believed in me. Wrinkles carved on Largeas' cheeks distort sadly all this time.

I don't want to say that I had to kill him. Largeas had carved it into his chest because of his lack of self.

That's why you can't lose. Even the pain of killing my brother is not bearable, such as being a princess's footkick.

Use everything you can, wield everything you can, and turn down the life of your beloved niece.

Largeas shook his lips when it was his role to snap the neck of the great Finn.

No longer is there anyone who stops that will.