A Wish to Grab Happiness

Vision, several silver lights brilliant. And almost simultaneously, that unique pleasant sound rang out when the metal bounced.

- Ki, Ng.

That flash of knocking off a long needle is no longer a silver, but a black blow.

The tip is black, and a sharpened battle axe, no, can I even call it a spear axe? What the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu gained was not just an axe, but a warped weapon like an axe attached to the tip of a spear. From the side, it swings to the center of gravity of the tip and doesn't look like it can be handled much in a regular person.

So it's what I used to think. If it's that blunt looking weapon, I was wondering if there's plenty of room for Bruder's long needle to arrive.

What, it was all just a dream for the pale poor.

"- Will you surrender? That's good too. Don't worry, even if you scratch ahead, you can't beat me. It's the difference between early or late. Faster would be wiser."

In front of a lightly dressed but shoulder-breathing blueder, Princess Iron and Steel can't even feel a slight swinging motion in her exhalation, even though she's wearing heavy armor. The voice is as clear as it is clear.

Again, the hollow is illuminated by silver. Trying to sew between breaths, Bruder's fingers were the needle ejection table.

The means that Blooder may take to an opponent with his whole body wrapped in armor are limited. In any case, with a long needle throw, armor that is refined with iron cannot be pierced. Where you can aim is to the extent that it is precisely exposed to the joint or an empty breathing opening in the mouth.

Yeah, but that stuff, it's up to unscrupulous artistry. In the first place, it's insane to face heavy armor head-on with a long needle to get it. The opponent is on the horse. Even the horse has covered his skin with steel in an attempt to target the horse.

And yet. What the hell is he doing?

Again, Vestalinu's spear axe is waved. A few needles, a little wrist twist, would avoid joints, and you could take them with armor. Is it just that even that doesn't allow for strong self-esteem? Shaking off the fragile raider, Princess Iron and Steel's arms swayed, and black turned into a whirlwind and danced through the universe.

The space is fractured.

The vibration of the spear axe may also shake your gut. Yes, a blow enough to make you think. It is true that it is heavy. Much heavier than just a spear, much heavier than a sword, and much heavier than an axe of war, and yet sharper.

"Let's hear it again"

Ring the horse's hoof for a few steps. Vestalinu makes his voice sound. The voice reached the ear either because it echoed in armor or because of its strangely distorted tone.

The spear axe was lifted lightly with its hand, directly above the blueder, up.

"Will you surrender? Aren't you?"

It's not good. This guy is really bad.

Asking what was going on in the back of the alley, I did hear my teeth squeal.

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Even by the time the morning sun would have blown its exhalation to the ground, and the drunkenness would have pulled, Bruder would not have flipped the foreword. Instead, clear the cloudy eyes and yet, the repetitive words have weight.

- I'll let you go. Oh, I thought I'd go. I'm gonna crush their gear, their parent-child bond, straight away.

I myself have no objection to Bruder going out on the set. No, rather, that seems like a better option given the human standing called Blooder.

To confuse a man, he must strike a nail in his soul. We need nails that stick the nails that can't get out, that go deep enough.

I see, given the relationship between Bruder and Vestalinu, there are no better actors. Write up as many scripts as you want. If it works, it should work a lot better than me opening my mouth.

So there was only one thing I was worried about.

- Can Blooder face Vestalinu and be serious?

That doesn't mean you're drunk or awake.

Humans can no longer be serious at any time, even without the help of alcohol or medicine. That's easy as long as you hang up.

Sometimes the cuts are battlefields and gold, sometimes even lovers and family. If that's the case with Bruder, that's more complicated.

I couldn't help but get caught up there from last night.

Anyway, Belfein is a place of chaos for Blooder. Because it is a city where parents' revenge and flesh and blood live together.

Perhaps behind his chest, he suppresses how many rolls. also, I don't know how many times I cried and drowned that throat.

However, at this time, the surface of the water remains disturbed but somewhat quiet. That's just it.

Now that I think about it, I'm sure Bruder wasn't serious then.

He showed his teeth and laughed that he would join hands with me and that's how he would turn down the roots of this Berfein, which I'm sure was not true. At the time, I was too immature to even notice that.

The presence of a friend named Bruder, who reached out to me, who just didn't have a stopover, no power, no skill, no handover of people, was too, thank goodness.

Oh, I suppose so. I must have hoped that if I were a blooder, I would do something about it. Ridiculous delusions were also so young and stupid that they could feel as if they were facts.

That's my fault, Bruder died once. For once, it's a weird way of putting it. Because it's enough to die once.

Sunshine is falling from the wooden windows. Too bright to do a plot. Unexpectedly, the eyelids blink and the eyes narrow. A bite cigarette rolled over his teeth, conveying a strange feeling.

Now my mind is pinched by two emotions and I'm raising my temper. On one side, give him a shout to fulfill his former snowflake, to humiliate him, to clear up the grudge that killed his friend in front of him. Also on one side, anxiety is leaking palpitations, wondering if I will follow the same path.

"What's wrong with your unfloating face, Rugis"

My forehead was spraying sweat without my knowledge. Mattia's words reach her ears to wake her up from her dreams all the time. To see the color of Mattia's eyes, apparently she cares about how I look.

What am I doing? It seems silly to keep people worried, that you are worried about people, etc. Answer that if it's nothing, and gently sit back on the bed. I was comfortable with exhalation leaking out of the depths of my lungs.

Oh, my God, no.

"It's okay, it's going to work, but I'm here."

That Mattia's leaked voice seemed exactly like that of the Virgin, a voice full of charity. If I must have heard something, I might even have shed some inspiring tears.

But as far as I was concerned, I had never heard such a voice, so I frowned unexpectedly and stared at Mattia.

You'll see how that goes, Mattia snaps her throat and breaks her cheek.

"Don't worry, Rugis. If your thoughts don't work, I'm the one who's left our way. So don't worry. Even if you're about to fall out of this hand, I'll give you a lift."

Thank you again for this. Looks like you got the backing of the Seal Church Virgin. Whatever, is it safe and good or bad? I hope you don't at least come forward and talk about failing.

Stick your shoulders together. But my mind settled somewhat.

I suppose so. How many times have I been with you? Once, there was nothing left in this hand. Dignity as a person, a slight honor, an unchanged friend, and Arueno.

So now, now, now.