A Wish to Grab Happiness

The dust dances wildly on the battlefield. The beast's brave roar covered the universe.

Black eyes looked at it and understood it in an instant. Their intentions, their will.

Therefore, my eyelids were closed. Switches the magic that was only poured into the magic eye to fight witches, circulating inside the body. I feel that the depression and severe pain in my body have eased slightly. The burning eyes gained peace.

"... just give me a few seconds. I can use the poison to kill him and show him."

As I said, the firing lasts a few seconds and keeps your eyelids closed. The sand jumped only slightly.

Originally, there is no cultivated relationship between firing alerts and Doha Sula. They were allies, the same lords of the status quo, but had no further relationship. If I was asked if I could keep my back, it would be no.

But now in front of a witch named Baronus, there is a strange sense of solidarity and trust between the two in silence.

Doha Sula saw the presence of firing alerts against Baronus as strange.

Fialert trusted the Beast for the first time in his life, closing his eyes and choosing to rest.

I have to say, the strange charm of the battlefield. In this land, enemies can sometimes be allies for life, and friends can be enemies who stab their backs.

It was a really strange sight. But it gave Fialert time to organize his body's magic.

"A collection of the known and the past. He's powerful because he knows everything. Then I've seen it."

Poor lips whisper to themselves.

Imagine the gold you saw in the Great Temple of Frimsrat in your eyes. This witch is one of them too.

Out-of-standard at the point of separation where magic can be used while exercising magic eyes. The firing alert was just enough against the magic eye.

But now, the eyes of death are wrapped in sand. The eyelids were opened. The firing alert finally uses its natural means to exercise the magic eye.

"--Stuck, kill with something you don't know. Steal. All magic. I don't allow you to own everything."

I talked to the Magic Eye and made the function more sophisticated.

The magic of all matter beyond vision is taken away by the black eyes of the firing alert. I carefully cut off the magic, which is an inextricable relationship with the substance, as if I were to put in a pot.

Think. Fear and disappointment, rage and impulse. After a wave of raging emotions, the firing alert finally regained its coolness. I will sharpen my focus on killing that witch.

Unexpectedly distorts the cheeks. That's right. Known and Past. That is all that is abhorrent to firing alerts. How many times have you been denied your thoughts and insulted by the existing magic theory and the word "traditional way"?

The firing alert causes the legs to run. I saw the dust beginning to collapse in front of the shadows. That's where the limit is.

Also, if you stab each other with the Magic Eye, you won't win the firing alert. That's why the magic accumulated by the eyes is poured into one arm and approaching.

To kill a witch.

Hit the ground hard with your toes. It turned out to be wonderful and necessary. I shook up my magical arm.

"--penetrate the canopy. You covered the sky from the day you were born."

What should I do to kill a witch? Lift it up into a tree and tie it or burn it.

No, only humans die. If you really want to kill a witch. Just like you're dealing with a monster. We must pierce it with a pile.

--That's why the firing alert appeared to the world with seven long piles of red color like blood dripping. This is the Dragon Fang.

The Magic Eye Beast swallows its existence and clears the sand. Understanding the nature of the shadow, the firing alert drives the pile through the universe.

One slipped through the witch's heart. The shadow that covers the witch destroys her body, but keeps protecting her body.

The second and third target are hands and feet. But the results are the same. Long stakes depicting bright red in the snowy fields do not reach the witch even as she retreats one step. I wonder if this is the spirit of the witch, Fialert realized.

"- I admire it. I have the same thoughts as a love right now. You don't even get the word" talent. "

Baronus said while dyeing his cheeks red.

A firing alert that takes the blood of a dragon and builds its own path outside the boundaries of formal magic. Her witchcraft was very good to call heretics.

A person who leaves ordinary thinking behind, deviates from the theory of ordinary ways, and transcends the understanding of others.

"Transformers" fialert-la-bolgograd. If Baronus is a collection of known and past, she must be the leader of unknown and transformational change.

That is why Baroness welcomes her. The unknown is not a fear to her, but a lovely lover.

"Love is good. That's why I'm sad. There are only a handful of people who understand your talents. I'm sure no one can truly understand you. [M] Someone just wants to use you."

Baronus said he could understand.

"I don't need you to understand. There's only one person I want you to understand, and one person I want you to understand. Love is like that."

A pile to devour lives echoes the word of firing alerts. The fourth and fifth pieces cut part of the shadow and took away the magic. But if the witch made her jump in the shadows, she was drunk.

The magic of firing alerts is not bad. It was the result of Baronus being too intense.

The shadow of Baronus represents her very greedy nature. I take in everything and I take in everything. Everything tastes good, everything tastes bad.

This is neither magic nor magic. Her magic, which stands as one of the ultimate witches, simply reflects its nature.

"That's a bad hobby magic. A witch would stab one or two of the piles, right?

"It's neither good nor bad for my hobbies. Besides, I don't like to be tested. I like to do it."

Baronus said, covered in his shadow. It's a passive way of not being able to exert her full magic eye power, but she won't solve it.

Actually, the pile of firing alerts is fantastic. The magic that revealed part of the absolutely mighty dragon has even left behind the frame of magic.

That's why her instinct shouted, "Don't touch me."

--It has the killing intent of killing the stabber.

Baronus felt a slight numbness in his spine. Never be afraid. I even wonder if this witch has the feeling of fear.

It was an endless curiosity that went up.

What kind of magic is the stake that makes even the Magus feel instinctively dead? What is magic theory and how it works?

It was terrifying, and it was tragic. It was certainly the first and only witch, Baronus, who truly understood the genius of the name Fialert.

Yet they have a fate similar to that of their first encounter.

Either one must surely die.

"... thank you for firing. I love you very much. [M] You have revealed the unknown to me."

Baronus thanked sincerely. She respected the young magician from the bottom of her heart.

That's why we swallow it. Witches who are not afraid of immorality and abandonment even tread on their respect.

The sixth thrown - and then the last seven with a shadow. Dragon fangs are stopped with that.

The firing alert causes black hair to bounce as you breathe on your shoulders. Her magic did not reach the witch.

The defeat of magic with its own magic is the defeat of the magician. She no longer possesses even the magic to twist her magic. The pile was literally at its best.

The shadow crawls towards the firing alert.

"Fialert. I'll never forget you. I love you."

Shadows touch the skin of the firing alert. Yes, she replied.

"- I hate you. I want to erase it from my memory."

The firing alert opened his eyes. The Magic Eye of "Seizure" pulsates.

In a moment, Baronus heard his heart ring. It's been a long time since my thoughts trembled.

--Next, I felt my magic being removed at an incredible speed.

The Magic Eye of "Seizure" inherits the nature of the plunderer Vrigant captured by the firing alert. It is the dragon that has the greatest power to take away from others. It is instinct for the dragon to take it away.

But that's not all. The phenomenon of seizure may be said to reflect the characteristics of the firing alert in a colorful manner.

In the first place, otherwise, she would not be short of Vrigant's heart.

"... it's my bad habit to be unbearable when I see something wonderful."

Baronus told me to slap my tongue. The magic is stealing away one by one.

Stealing is inherently subordinate. They can't take it unless they have something to take it from them. It can be said that Zebrelilis, which produces others by itself, is at a certain polarity.

A looter always asks for others. That is - it is nothing more than an act of dependence on others.

Dependence and looting. Baronus swallowed seven magical chunks of this nature. A pile is not meant to kill enemies, but to stitch them up.

- I got him.

The firing alert sparkles black eyes and captures magic. Without a doubt, the firing alert served to tie the witch to the scene.

But it wasn't joy that came to mind. Instead, I even have an impatient thoughts.

Every time I take it, I feel the emotions inside me enlarge. Depends on taking it. The roots of dependence are swelling up.

Feelings close to melancholy thirst flowed through the spine of the firing alert.

- Yeah, if I could just take it from him the same way. How sweet.

Such thoughts were born into my heart. Stronger, harder.