A Wish to Grab Happiness

It may be said that the battlefield with the fortress giant beast Zebrelilis hanging on it was divided into approximately three parts.

Heroes who don't give Zebrelilith. A rare sorcerer who stretches his fingers to the witch Baronus.

That's how you attack and defend the spirit world of the Brave and Magus Jill 'il.

--The black sword rang. The brave sounded like a thunderbolt and cut the Magus' neck without even breathing.

"It's useless...?

Jill's jaw burst and flew. The skull was amputated earlier than the next word.

Your limbs are bouncing, your neck is flying, and your eyes are no longer countless.

Jill will not die in such a tragic slashing storm. This is her ideal spiritual world. Here she is as powerful as she wishes.

Yes, Almighty. That's how it's supposed to be. That said, Jill couldn't prevent Richard's thunder. I can't even get rid of the pain.

Heavy enough pain and heat to remember death has overwhelmed Zilluir.

Jill opened his eyes and his eyes were slashed and discarded.

Jill's Almighty will not be effective unless she recognizes it in time. If we are to make things possible, we must know things first.

But Richard's perception of Jill is beyond even imagination.

His soul, trapped in the spiritual world, was beginning to optimize according to its will. Faster, stronger - to remember a time when humanity was at its finest.

"I'm not feeling well either. It would be helpful if you finished quickly."

The serial shooting didn't stop even while I slapped him lightly. Jill sees him in his soul with a flesh that is about to be cut into pieces.

--There is no old flesh there. His body is young, his eyes shine more than ferocious beasts, and all he emits is the urge to kill and show the world.

The climax of the brave Richard Palmyris was there.

The soul is a slave to will, and will walks with the flesh. When the flesh grows old, so does the soul.

But here, the body and soul are separated from each other.

The soul of a man named Richard is now beginning to remember his true form. An undoubtedly glorious and powerful figure.

Jill looked at it and thought.

I hate it. I can't even reach a finger when I'm a Magus. Originally, I wanted to twist down the appearance of only my soul, but it seems that it will be rebuffed.

She tells me to throw up.

"--It's not over. Faith is always immutable. I don't call faith anything that shakes as much as being killed."

"Don't think, I don't know if you like God so much that you can do what you want. I don't like the catholic teaching itself. Humans are free anytime."

That's a powerful bullshit, Mr. Richard.

Zille opens her pale eyes as she drains blood and applies fatal wounds to her body.

The pain that made me go mad shook my voice slightly. But her will won't bend.

"Is this world free? Is it tied up or controlled? Ha-ha-ha! Bullshit, bullshit."

Jill laughed at someone's words. This magician who keeps dying knows that he is weak.

He is the weakest of the Guardians, of course, than the Magus, who was once kings of magic. If you fight normally, you may not even rival the old brave. Even if you think of this ideal spiritual world, the brave man goes beyond that.

A woman named Jill was before she became a Magus.

I have no power to fight. No one has the will to lose. If it's refined, it's about faith.

All she could do was pray to God with both hands and hope for salvation.

Even if you know how many times you've been ravaged, overthrown by reality, and how much prayer there is.

The shape of Jill's soul - in the form of a weak village daughter.

"Freedom to choose with will? The weak don't have that freedom! Humans who are oppressed and robbed of violence are always repressed and kept under someone's control.

--Then what's wrong with choosing God over the oppressors! Your freedom is only for the strong!

The strong can choose as many paths as they want. Carve your own way. That's why I shout for freedom.

Then what should I do with something that isn't?

What should I do with someone who is underestimated, robbed by violence, and unable to walk on his own?

For Jill, everything around him is strong and enemies.

Having been born without a family member and beautifully, Jill was the object of violence and exploitation.

Ordinary children around them do not consider Zilluir to be a companion. Because no one is as strong or weak as a child.

I don't know the elegance. I don't know how shiny it is. Humans are a symbol of violence and sludge, nothing that gives Zilluir anything, only deprivation.

The only way she could be free was in her own heart. Her only salvation is her shell.

"The weak remain incapacitated at all times. They don't care, they don't respect, they don't even remember. Let me show you who I really am, Mr. Richard."

At that moment, Richard glanced. His expression was projected into his vision. A young and majestic look sees the tragic situation of the village daughter in front of her.

--I can only say that it is difficult to exhaust the brush and tongue.

It was tough just to imagine the background that had become so. The word "nausea" applies as it is.

But Richard's sword still won't stop. Cut through the space and shook the blade at the village daughter.

It's not that I don't think anything about it. But we cannot afford to be sad just now. No matter what background she follows, she is now the enemy of mankind, the Magus.

Sympathy, regret, empathy and indignation are all you have to bite after you're done.

Ah, I knew it...

A swing with Richard's aurora. Jill certainly said before it reached his body.

"--You abandoned us because we're weak people."

Jill sees Richard just like his village daughter.

That is why Richard's village is home, and there is no eccentricity that makes him think that she was there. No, I wonder if she was real.

Unknowingly, you exhale. Not so long ago. It was a moment I couldn't even count.

Still, Richard hasn't distorted his tip. As always, it has enough power to kill the magic in front of it.

But I didn't even fix the interior. The brave shall be loved by mankind, and shall be loved by mankind.

The Magus smiled as if he were shaking. And let's laugh.

"Oh, finally, finally. It's the first time you've been really upset, Richard Palmyris. ― ― Unlock the Original Book Master of Souls

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Time moves on in the world.

The raised black sword of Richard captures the body of the real Jill Hahno. The positional relationship remains unchanged. Reality remains reality. Jill had no escape.

And the truth is, time has not stopped. It's just that Richard and Jill's souls were leaving the world.

--Therefore, the blade was shaken down naturally. In reality, Jill was slashed.

From your left shoulder to your heart, it's a strike that's sure to kill you if you're a human. Even the Valerie beside her is miserable, convinced of death. The body of the Magus, who could not be hurt by a mere human being, was shattered lightly.

However, it can be said that it is because it does not end easily that it is a Magus.

Richard accidentally slaps his tongue. The body that was supposed to have been mutilated stretched out its hands. Richard stepped in, and there's no way to avoid it.

It no longer even looks human. The obvious magic whispered.

"--Your soul is no longer yours. And so it belongs to God."

Stupid meat turned his hand around Richard's neck. The moment Valerie takes a step forward.

--A single arrow pierces the arm of the meat chunk.

Bounced by the momentum of the arrows, the meat chunks collapse. There was no longer enough energy or meaning to wake her up.

The body of Jilluir-Hano was undoubtedly over.

Richard opened his eyes and understood who the arrow belonged to. There is only one person around Richard who shoots arrows so seriously.

"That stupid teacher."

Pay the black sword and throw blood around. He exhaled. Looking around for signs, Ziouil's death was the opportunity, and her guards quickly retreated.

As if it fulfilled its original purpose.

Richard wrinkles between his eyebrows. And I hit my tongue once.

"... he was a knowledgeable guy, but he was so light."

Richard nods to Valerie's suspicious words. That's what I said.

Valerie, do me a favor.

"When it comes to the military, it's not easy to ask. No matter how much you say."

It's not like that.

Richard said after leaving one breath behind.

"You're out of your mind, I'm hit. Will you kill me?"