A Wish to Grab Happiness

"- struck out, is it? Lord Salenio gave you Gallu Amalia?

Larguedo-Ann looks at his nails without looking at them, and looks at the report with his lips. Don't miss the slightest breath that leaked out of that voice, and the mercenary bruder put his hat back on. From there he pressed silently for a few seconds, watching closely how Ann was before continuing his words.

The way he sat down sloppily in his chair was not much of a wind of the rapporteur's attitude.

"The number is over two thousand. Garou, Amalia really only has her own guardian, you old bastard! What are we gonna do?

When he groaned abominably as he chewed the cigarette, Bruder finally realized that Ann and I had a gaze. Its eyes are quiet, but its emotions also seem to be trembling deep down.

Maybe that's some kind of upset? No, of course not. Who thinks there are people who send soldiers against their friends while it snows and dies?

That kind of thing just crushes the forces. It will only benefit the enemy. That's the normal flow of thought. But I guess not among those like Salenio.

But a little, I felt that Bruder could see Saleinio's passion.

Something called human beings is supposed to work with reason. It is common. But if hateful enemies are born out of the bottom of my heart, there will be no more damage accounts. Normal thoughts melt away for nothing. Bruder knew that very well.

There's nothing more troublesome when you turn to enemies like that.

Besides, Salenio and I didn't just lead the soldiers. He puts on a good title that the name is reinforcement against the Virgin.

Whatever you say, it wasn't laughable because Anne was using her privilege as my thing and stabbing the Virgin from her back.

If you try Salenio, this is a righteous march. In the midst of a crisis, Tan, a hero who leads soldiers with knowledge of disadvantage.

On the other hand, this one accuses Saleinio of treachery to the Virgin. The Virgin who should judge them is far on the other front.

It's really easy to understand. Stuck. This was just a power struggle. The seniors led by Salenio and the new faction led by Ann. That's how they intertwine their fingers, and it's better to defeat them in comparison to power, wearing all the mud and throwing their hearts at depression.

Bruder explores the signs of those around him with five senses and opens his lips. I asked quietly if there was a winner. At any rate, the number of enemies is more than double that of this one. I need a little more eyes if I want to resist.

I needed the right ingredients to make the bet.

Ann brings her tiny body to the chair and says, including a smile on her cheek.

"No way, you can't win. Even though he retreated from the episode and became bone and skin, Lord Salenio is a masterpiece of war."

Turn your thin fingers around. Anne says naturally. Unaware of the word, Bruder presses the chewing cigarette hard against his teeth. I thought my heart sounded a little quicker.

"I am just a guide, with no charisma like the Virgin Matthia, nor the power to pave the way like the Hall of Heroes. You can't win on the battlefield."

Unexpectedly Bruder let his expression drop. Then why did you imitate selling fights to them? It's only natural that if you do that, any warm opponent will come upset and shake up their arms.

Bruder had heard from Rugis that he was a very good person about a girl named Ann. He said he was a talented man.

Well. I don't think I can praise people that much. That's it.

Besides, from Bruder's point of view, I don't think Rugis' rating is wrong. It was a testament to that left that her rule in the city of Philos did not show as if it were a debacle.

Honestly, urban governance, etc. is an area of Bruder's total ignorance, but it's good enough to have a brilliant post-occupation city ruled.

That's why I didn't know extra. How could that girlfriend be so and hips in a fight that she sold from herself for a low price? Not to mention that I didn't think they'd come this far.

"I expected it, but it's still not surprising. I didn't expect to be able to get my soldiers together this quickly either. Lord Salenio's courage is still great."

"... please don't. I don't like it. Please don't give me a break. It's a miserable imitation to belly someone."

It's enough for one person to expose such a glitch. Bruder said with even that in mind. Long brown hair shakes the universe and licks the air.

Ann looked at Bruder like that and said, gazing at him. I still have a smile on my cheek.

"Yes. Me too, Lord Bruder. So let's just give up winning the war - winning with bad intentions."

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Sandstone country, the Southern nation of Elizaldo. Everyone who lives there uses drills as their own food and forges bone meat.

They all become good fighters while toughening their skin and changing their muscles like iron.

Now is the time for a country to be one of the continent's leading wealthy and powerful nations, but there are many lands that are inherently fruitful and poor. I've been ridiculed in the past for being a country with only sand.

Because it's such a land, they honor their power. Because it was the force forged up to that madness that transformed his country into a being lined up in the kingdom of Garrist.

Its honorable Elizardo high-ranking fighter, Tersarat-Rwana, rattled his teeth in a room reserved for himself.

There was no mistake in being welcomed as an important passenger general and messenger to see a fairly large room given as a room among the city of Philos.

Tersarat has already spent quite a bit of time in this room. But I still can't get around.

Anyway, it was good until I came into contact with the crest forces that I was looking for, but I couldn't help but notice that the key figures were making a scene.

I'm not dissatisfied with the treatment, but there are still many parts I'm worried about. Even though I know there's nothing I can do about it in a hurry.

But she now looks bitter in a different way from that kind of rush, facing the table. Thank you for your help.

At the end of that gaze is the sugar treat that was prepared as a hobby. Sugar isn't that cheap, and even if you look where this is served, you know very well that Tersalat is being treated specially.

Shake your shallow black cheeks and grab the sweets as you wander around the universe with your fingertips. Thereby Tersarat contained one of them half in his mouth.

The sugar breaks loose and dissolves in your mouth. A modestly adjusted sweetness twitched and licked his tongue.

- Sweet enough to make me cry. Delicious. Very, very tasty.

Tersarat could tell that his throat was shaking with pleasure. At any rate, I rarely feel sweetness in my country's Eerizaldo.

Not that the food culture is negligible, but as a direction, the Elizaldo diet is often made from meat, fat, or spices.

At least these kinds of treats tend to be negligible in Eerizaldo, which makes them practically rigid. Thereby Tersarat also mouthed sugar confectionery and so much more. No, this could be the first time something serious has happened.

Is it so sweet? Telsarat mouths the other half as he leaks his exhale.

I know. This must be a garrison trap. There must be a desire to corrupt this one. But just one more thing. If it's just one more thing, it won't corrupt, it should.

That's what I thought. The moment I stretched my fingers out to sugar confectionery again.

- Conn, conn. The sound of knocking on the door twice rang.

With extended fingers, Tersarat keeps the container containing sugar confectionery away from itself. That's how I stood up.

Whether I knew it or not, he belongs to the force called this crest religion. You can't expose yourself to the unusual in front of that one anymore.

After getting his throat in order, Tersarat called out to go ahead. I still felt the sweetness of sugar around my throat.

"Excuse me. Dear Tersarat, I have one favor to ask you."

A voice that passes well. The voice of the woman who named the acting ruler of the city stroked her ear.