A Wish to Grab Happiness

I can play sparks in the dark.

At the same time, the sound of iron and iron joining, no, but I had a hunch that there would be a fierce battlefield in that darkness. A barbaric voice that draws the spirit away, sounds.

What we have here is a bunch of two soldiers made up of a dozen or so precisions.

The two flocks compete for the hegemony of the underground tunnel, the exit from this royal palace.

A revolutionary army of Erdis, who made the enemy leader desperate. One, the elites of Largeas, who will die if they do not protect their master.

When it comes to battlefields, it's too small here. I can't even talk about the glamour of the battlefield in the dark.

But in the eyes of the soldiers comes an unprecedented amount of enthusiasm and intoxication. It is your hand that determines the victory or defeat of this war. As I speak so eloquently that I am the one who will change history.

As if to prove its awesomeness, one, another, and the shadows of each other's soldiers disappear in the dark.

The numbers are small for each other. But it was definitely Largeas' elites who were gaining momentum among them.

That, naturally. Erdis' soldiers are miscellaneous soldiers who were forced to stay out of the front line. Unfortunately, we cannot help the soldiers of Largeas, who would have been chosen.

But did the unusual situation in which the leader of the enemy was in front of him work? Nor were the soldiers of the Revolutionary Army just going powerless.

If you can't make a one-on-one deal, just put a light price tag on your life and storm the enemy soldiers. In the dark clouds, as brave as the dead soldiers are, all we have to do is clear the way for the soldiers behind us to go.

The momentum, arguably its fury, disturbs Largeas' elite, its breathing.

But I would never let such an outrageous assault pass. I'm not even willing to fly a shard of the blade to the master who refrains from behind me. Now this is the last swing of the light. With our victory ahead, the Raggias elites are convinced.

Only a few enemies later. The silver light protruding from the spear cleaves the darkness to glory. The neck of a soldier serving Eldis jumped up again.

Remaining, three - there is a short scream, followed by an odd noise that tightens the chicken's neck. Two - Remember the feeling of breaking through your skull on hand, letting your spear twist as it is and pull it out in front. And the last one - sticking up the throat of an enemy soldier in front of him, who swung his sword up loud, watching the blood blowing up, Largeias' soldiers lick the taste of great victory.

The elites of Largeas' direct report, in their hearts, were relieved.

A relief that, despite being ambushed, he bit through his enemies and survived on the battlefield. Relief that I have been able to protect the Lord, Finn Largeas.

One of them pulled the spear out of the enemy soldier's throat while storing relief in his heart.

In front of me, my body, with my sword lifted, collapses without strength. That's just it. That's all, it should have been.

The last thing he saw was a flash of purple electricity, crawling out of the shadow of a dead enemy soldier. Again in the basement, there's a blood splash, I can play.

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Just as he exhaled a soothing exhale, he forced himself to twist his throat down with his left hand sword.

That relief was my only ally.

Flip your body so that it can pull off the air that is relaxing, and whisk it as it is and twist the other one, the neck muscle. Strong blood stroked the hollow.

After that, three. Well, that's what cut me off to this point. Still, I don't think I can see as much as cheap hope, do I?

Squeeze your eyes as you skew your cheeks. While the enemy had his upset on his face, his body had already entered a state of battle again.

Oh, shit. At least one more thing, I wanted to keep my neck out of the mess. Hell, I'm trained. Undisputed elite.

Bite your teeth hard as you grip the sword of your left hand again hard. Three spears seemed to make the silver light glow horribly, stripping my fangs out without taking my flesh.

Plus, unfortunately, the time frame is entirely spear stuff. If I decide to take their meat, I'll have to pay the price in time.

No, you can't. Hi, my account doesn't fit.

Then at least we'll strike back at you in two. To the point of being bitten by one is a price you can't help but pay. I thought so, I opened my mouth to show my teeth, I put my strength into my legs, moments.

- Put the spear away, put the sword away! This is the path of the great first elf. I hate being dirty with blood more than anything.

Sounds in the basement, that, voice.

A voice, like a melody, tangled in the back of your ear. Undisputed, Princess of Elves. Eldis's voice echoed down the tunnel.

That's just it. Erdis, the phantom, cannot touch things or interfere with anything. Just make your voice sound. That's all you can do, Princess.

But the voice shook the three spears in front of him. Some were stunned, and some did not know it was a phantom, and imagined that victory would still roll into their hands if they took the princess.

Yeah, that tremor is what these breasts wanted more than anything.

Strike off one spear protruded and step on that pattern with your legs to pack the distance.

Enemy soldiers' eyes painted stunned and upset, I see. But I won't give it to you while you speak up. From the bottom left, draw a line that slashes off the muscles of the enemy jaw. The orbit shifted and the tip of the sword snapped his neck as he smashed the jaw bone.

Now this place is between swords, not spears.

The moment an enemy soldier switches spears in an attempt to re-establish his posture. With each spear, I pay my fingertips with a sword. Blooming red flowers in the basement, blood erupted from his fingers.

The spear is removed. Is it my instinct as a poor soldier? The soldier bent over, trying to grab a weapon that should no longer be picked up with his fingers scraped off, reflexively.

Then tap the head, with a sword pattern with a high speed. There's a nasty feeling in my hand that penetrates my bones, I see.

And one more thing.

I can't breathe very well. The strength you're trying to get out of your body, the spirit that's no longer weird when you run out. So, a right arm injury. Now my body didn't have one good condition.

Honestly, enough for me to praise you for doing well. Among the enemy soldiers, I truncated those two. I think so from the depths of my heart that it is too effective enough.

But there was no way to get any praise, and on the edge of my eyes, enemy soldiers moved to kill me.

The spear is blown. He felt like he was forced to beat me in time.

In the midst of killing each other, we are very calm. Oh, I want to give you a break. If you eat something like that aside, your bones will break without complaining. Then he fell down unusually and had to die.

Give me as many lives as you want. All this time today, I don't think so. I have a few promises.

Brighten the purple light you made me grip on your left hand, while sticking straight up.

That's closer to even throwing than poking anymore. My left shoulder squirts. I am well aware of the impossibility. Because I can't possibly do that skill. Precisely wearing the enemy's steeple, its divine speeding.

- Are you an idiot? I don't understand the nature of poking.

But, well, although it's not dressed, it's somewhat worse to imitate it.

Though, of course, much and much was not the case with the ideal Kalia poking.

Purple electricity draws a flash. Meanwhile, a buddy blood splash poured down the tunnel. A knocked sword pierces the mouth of an enemy soldier, choosing his spine as it is.

Bite your lips and endure that soothing exhalation is likely to leak. I don't have time to make those gaps at all.

The basement where the sound of the sword trident soared and became silence itself. An unexpected, smug laugh echoed through it.

Not mine, of course, not Eldis's. If so, in this tunnel, only one survivor was pardoned.

"- Oh, it's still you. But now, I didn't know you could make such a decision. You've grown up, my dear niece."

"... Long time no see, uncle"

That, a grin that distorts the deep wrinkles engraved. A crouched laugh.

Undisputed, it must have belonged to Finn Largeas, the leader of the enemy.