A Wish to Grab Happiness

Rewards of great witches and magic, firing alerts were literally dying. Half dead, half alive.

Magic is the magic that accumulates its own world over time.

The more distracted the formation, the more thick it gets. And one that dealeth with the devil shall ascend to his own high with time.

There was too much isolation in the stack of witch Baronus and sorcerer firing alerts.

More than a thousand years old. A little girl who hasn't lived for a hundred years.

"Interesting, but shallow bottom. I still can't live up to expectations. There was no change to miscellaneous fish. But yes, you can hurt me."

Baronus was convinced, whispering mockerily.

This girl points her finger at me. The evidence is a shoulder wound. She makes it seem as if she would twist the reason of the world.

It is a world unknown to Baronus. My cheeks are loosening naturally.

Knowing ignorance is the most important thing for those who deal with magic. It is the culmination of the devil to fill in things he does not know and to understand.

Understanding means mastering its existence.

If we can know all the laws of physics and information in the world, we can even predict the future.

― ― If you want to make the world human, try to understand the world even though it is troublesome.

As she once said, she is, to say the least, a knowledgeable predator.

So blasphemy lightly, treachery, and mud morality. No, there's no such thing as witches.

Baronus bit his middle finger in both hands.

"It's really good to make magic eyes." Seizure "is also interesting. Stealing from the surroundings is one of human nature. The more primitive the principle, the more the devil responds. How long has it been since my heart was moved?

- But I'm sorry. Too young. It was a thousand years early to finger this witch, a known gathering of the past. "

Rock off the skin of both middle fingers. The witch's blood, which drops to zero, is a crystal of magic. Body fluids of the devil from ancient times inherit their nature.

"But"

Baronus narrowed the eyes of death. The resistance to firing alerts is too thin. After all, the turbulence of anger and emotion is instantaneous. Where momentum is gaining, there is no point in having to be with someone who collapses with it. The prospect is too sweet if you expect it from Baronus.

A witch is a great man who once laid the foundations of a human nation with the King of Man. I've been dealing with a lot of little rats who are stuck in trouble and show their teeth.

"But - firing alerts. You're good."

He bites his teeth and steals information from magic. The engraved name was immediately taken away.

It's still a long way from here. The distance between the wizards and the wizards who managed to fit each other in the sight was a short time, but it was not the distance that the words were originally reached.

But they were sure to recognize each other's words through magic, otherwise they'd die early.

"Don't call me by my name."

"I don't care to call you firing alerts. Fialert. Fialert"

The firing alert barked. But the reaction abandoned, Baronus said softly.

"- I want you to be mine. You have talent for terrible things. [M] I like talent. Life is not equal, and only the talented should be honoured. Only the talented should live by killing the talented."

I didn't hear back.

Baroness brightens brown skin, lifting beautiful corners and pale hair.

It wasn't just firing alarms that frightened Baronus' existence as if he was no longer restrained. It's the same thing as a group of beasts with frightened eyes behind Baronus.

"Baronus, what are you--?!

"Shut up, miscellaneous fish. You don't want to die. I was bravely stepping on it."

Baronus only slightly moved his neck, and the Beast lost his word.

Now we are pushed to a moment of stagnation, but the essence of this magician is the act of death. Whether it's a man or a beast, you'll die if you see it.

"... if you're going to be so fussy, the Great Demon won't forgive you."

"I'm the only one who forgives me anytime. Neither you nor Artius can be the lost Zebrellis."

That's what the Beast said. Because I knew what Baronus would do from now on.

It's not magic eyes. The essence of being a witch Baronus. Her blood is scattered over the snow of death.

"When I see something wonderful, I go back to my childhood. I mean, I want it all."

I didn't intend to use this. I wanted to confront the enthusiasm and genius that had built the Magic Eye myself, even though I was healthy.

However, the firing alert will not end with the magic eye alone. And above all, a daughter named Fialant loved Baronus. A strong desire to flood from the known to the unknown. The shame of crawling and trying to move on. Still more talented.

Just because you're talented doesn't mean you can't.

The mere existence of talent often struggles appropriately, strives appropriately, and lives appropriately knowing the wall.

Baronus thinks so. What many of them have in common is that they know what they can do.

Because they know they can, they think when they hit the wall. I can't do this because I can't do it myself.

I wonder how many people will stick to the wall and wear their nails with blood. How many talented people spit out blood and can't break it?

Yet man calls the man who smashes the wall a genius.

"Fialert, you must have the qualities to be fascinated by magic. You are truly fascinating to me, a known past. [M] From the tip of your hair to the tip of your toenails. From a piece of skin to the eyeballs. Let me understand you. I'll make you mine."

The blood of Baronus is mixed with dead snow, and magic swallows up the earth. One of her contracts.

--- The shadow grows greatly from her. The earth rose.

The power of the witch spreads around me. Baronus was terribly surprised to see only one firing alert. I was no longer interested in anything else. All I could think about was how to devour the unknown in front of me.

So it was completely blind spot.

A magical beast was eating into the witch's neck.

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It was around the time the firing alert met Baronus.

The Magic Eye Beast Doha Sula looked at it with both eyes that had lost sight. Should I say I was following the magic, to be precise?

The same double horns and gray hair as the Magus. I still had to ride a horse instead of a perfect body, but I was still on the battlefield.

--To feel what the king once was. To know the abominable woman.

Is it true that she will be destroyed? It was horrible, shitty, stupid magic. Doha Sula thinks so.

Apparently she was a human, but by the time Doha Sula found out about her, she had already reigned as Magic Eye King. I don't know Doha Sula, like her when she was human. Those who know it will have already perished.

Because she swallowed up and destroyed the Magic Eye clan that would have followed her for the longest time.

There may be a slight survival like Doha Sula, but it is unlikely to survive as a race anymore. Either way, there is a provision for gradual extinction.

There can be no hatred. He was the enemy of Doha Sula for life. Everything started where she ruined it.

But Doha Sula's chest is complicated. Despite being a hateful opponent, he is there as an Altia.

- Then it may be a mistake to be hostile.

Doha Sula distorted her expression as she continued on a strange path. Born as a Magic Eye clan and under the Baronus, she destroyed the race. Ultia beat me to death before I survived, and now I'm with her.

So now it is in the form of an enemy to the former king and the LORD, following man and elf, even though it is in accordance with Ultia's commandments.

"That's ridiculous."

It was my way of life that sighed. Apparently, I can only live a way that someone can swing me around. I couldn't stand being thrown to the right and to the left.

"... Altia. Whatever time you were, you were expected. [M] So you know what I'd do if I were here."

It's just a beast whose eyes were crushed and lost. It won't be worth using anymore. I was hoping that Altia would be great again.

I inhaled cold air. The beast in the form of a beautiful boy shook the horn. Run the horse. I gradually changed my body when I was once called the Southern Magic Eye.

"Even if you set it up, I thank you, Ultia. Revenge is sweet. My position, my thoughts, everything is messy. There are certain things, right?

And forgive me if it's outside your mind. --This time, I'm totally on our side, Altia. "