A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Yes, I am weak. among those called Guardians. Unfortunately, I can't reach what's called the Magus."

The magic of the pale hair was pointed at the black tip, and he said so flatly.

Unexpectedly, Richard distorted his eyebrows. Among the magic, there are people who play with words. Still, there is no such thing as being weak.

Magic is defined as acting strongly because of its nature. Stronger, stronger.

Jill spins the opposite word.

"You cannot live without something to hold back on. You can't stand without something to grab. But I have no arrogance in insisting that I am strong without cowardice.

So let me remain weak and win over what is strong. It's a world where the weak just keep losing, damn it. "

The polite and rude tone of Jill's voice flew only at the end of the phrase. It looks like she threw up for the first time.

"- But I didn't always come to hostilities. Richard Palmyris. You are undoubtedly the enemy of God. The only God can give you a chance. Brave man, God has chosen you. Are you willing to take God's hand?

The words made Richard feel dazed.

Asked Valerie why she was with God's enemies. Now let Richard declare that he has been chosen by God. Is there a temptation, or is the thought itself truly disjointed?

Richard can't judge. All we know for sure is that this is no longer an enemy.

"I'm sorry, but I'm used to being chosen. Tell God to line up at the end of the line."

Valerie, standing side by side, said it was a sleigh.

"Your Grace, don't listen to me. His tongue drives people crazy. I know what it means to drive people crazy."

Richard shrugged his shoulders.

"Who are you talking to? Besides, don't I have to stick to that side? You must be one of them."

"You and I are still meeting. Was there an ally or an enemy to get rid of the perverted in the middle of it?"

Richard floats loosely on his cheeks and then looks back at Jill 'il. She cut off her consciousness from the line of words and saw only her appearance.

When it comes to people who drive people crazy with their tongues, it is easy to understand that beautiful appearances, elegant works, and words made are all things that are made. The point is close to me.

But if she's a Magus, that's not how it ends. Richard wrinkled between his eyebrows. Swing the Black Sword unabated.

I sent a signal to Valerie as I tightened the air in the field.

Thoughts are simple.

Make sure to step back Jill with one move. The moment she broke down, Valerie broke her skull with her fist.

It's that simple, but it works great. If the enemy was hiding the ominous, it was Richard's doctrine to keep it hidden.

Keep your eyes on the surroundings for a moment. There are signs of soldiers in the woods surrounding Jill 'il.

But that's all. I'm just looking out for us. They couldn't stop Valerie or even Richard with one arm. Zilluir also has a sense of magic and doesn't feel like it's dangerous.

Richard was creepy about seeing no threat.

That's why I immediately consolidated my intention to kill.

Cold exhalation leaks. I put my strength into the black sword. For a second and a moment, it was painted with violent killing intent.

"― ― Ano-pagans are good with you. It is out of my mind that the glory of God does not reach.

I really don't know. If you take God's hand, you can even get a new body. You regain your full strength. Don't you want to overcome time again now and regain the glory of humanity's greatest power? You never hated old age for losing the sparkle of martial arts?

"Do you know the big premise of the deal? Magic. Trust."

Richard never accepts a deal from the other party.

There is always a benefit to the other person, and there is a hint of getting out of someone. Even if you have something to use, it's very rare to accept it from the front.

That's why you have to be so trustworthy.

So the answer to this nasty question has already been decided.

Man grows old. Humans decay. The title of the brave and the title of the strong are no longer in the past. No matter how great a man is, it is only natural that he is buried in history and does not even know his character.

But only great deeds leave a trail. That is why it is worthwhile to accomplish something in limited time.

That's what life is all about, Richard says. He distorted his cheeks while holding the black sword.

"- First of all, God has lived a long time by mouth, right? That's why I'm still messing around. It's not a big deal to live long."

Richard stepped through the ground before Jill showed a reaction.

Whether it's human or magical, the moment the person who speaks receives it, a moment of blankness is created. It's too naive for a diversion, but it's better than nothing.

Besides, it worked well for Jill. The moment Richard stepped in and waved down her black sword, she hasn't reacted.

I didn't even seem to take a step back. As it stands, she dies with a single gesture to break down.

Do you still have something? No, nothing. She's a real amateur.

Richard didn't think it was too late.

Often these things can happen. Those who were supposed to be strong enemies are slashed lightly with a moment of carelessness. A cautious person dies instantly with a slight error in judgment.

Reality is so cruel.

The only thing to worry about was that the blade didn't go through the flesh as it did when the Magus Drigman. Even so, Richard decided that there would be no problem with this kind of opponent.

Valerie, even if she can't. Whatever happens to Valerie, Lugis will kill her. In this degree of existence, the teacher does not suffer defeat.

Richard's instant relief. Interruption of thought that is neither loose nor careless.

--The vision was covered in dazzling white, like entangling it.

Only the glow can be seen around you. White, white, white. The earth as heaven is covered in a cloth of light.

When I realized it, Valerie was stupid, and the hills and forests were lost, even Zebrellis, who was far away.

Even Jill, who was supposed to be in front of you.

Without seeing a gap, Richard looks around at the tip of the black sword. There was no upset. It is clear who did this. What is needed is an understanding of the event.

"--fufu. You don't have to be wary! This is my ideal world. Nevertheless, weak and weak, I can only pull someone in for a moment. So let's just say that you're on the verge of being slashed and killed. Richard?"

And she made a hard sound, and she appeared. An innocent, unsuspecting voice.

But what it looks like is undoubtedly the Magus Jilluir-Hano.

The eyes of the same color as the pale hair shine, and the appearance in the light even makes you feel divine.

But only the figure matched. Until now, the character of a woman who was arrogant and knew nothing but fanaticism disappeared, as if she were the daughter of a village everywhere.

"Oh, it's only natural to be alert. What should I do? I don't know how to pick you up... It's not like that to welcome a customer."

The woman said that she really had no evil intentions.

What does changing personality mean? What was the purpose of the dragging here? Is it true that nothing can be done? I don't know what's right.

Richard holds the Black Sword in both hands at a distance, alert.

--I opened my eyes. My right hand, which I should have lost, was there.

"It's better to get used to talking. A human being loses a part of his body, which also modulates his mind!

"... I don't know what you want to do. Still no solicitation? Tell them you're on time. For God's sake."

"Yes, I understand that you are persevering and possess a noble spirit. I wonder if the boulder is the owner of the brave soul. Anno, you won't be able to nod at all with my lift. It's a very, very great thing. I'm sure I can't do it if I'm weak.

But - I'm actually confident this time!

Jill cheered like a mere village daughter.

The honesty and flickering of the black sword makes you feel ridiculous. If this is her true character, what is she talking about in public?

But without even having time to question it, Jill opened his hands and took out a piece of canvas. From the light, of course.

The canvas supported by the tripod is pure white and not even dirty. but slowly draw something in the blink of an eye.

At first, only black and white were visible, but gradually the variety of colors increased and a single landscape emerged.

Richard was stunned.

The contents of the canvas are more than just pictures emerging. The painting kept moving as if it were alive. It seemed as if I was really looking at the scenery first-hand.

In an instant, Richard understands what the picture shows.

There's no way to be confused.

The poor village I once lived in. Father, mother, brother and sister. There is not a single picture left. A family portrait that Richard should no longer remember.

I had a bad feeling that Richard's thoughts were running. I had the worst feeling. I spit in my throat.

Jill said with her hands wide open and with an unfailing smile.

"You're a very strong man, Richard. I'm sure you won't find it fascinating to be young and powerful. But what about this?"

What does this mean? She said without even asking.

"I know your past. --I couldn't save my family. It would have been careless. It would have been a shame. But you're not doing anything wrong. You are a great brave man. It's just bad luck!

"Stop it."

Jill didn't take Richard's vomiting words.

"- So let's start over, Mr. Richard! I am not the transporter, but our God will forgive me! From the day I thought you failed! Fill everything and redraw the painting called Life! Now is the time - the ideal life to accomplish!

With a plain smile like a village daughter, Jill said without even one malice.