A Wish to Grab Happiness

The sight, the thought, burns.

The head has a fever caged as if it had been committed by an epidemic disease and does not attempt to perform its function. Even so, when it comes to getting some means where my head has turned, it's a completely different story.

The sight unfolding in front of me burns into my eyes, into my head. That was the sight I saw once. I'm not peering through the darkness like I am now, but right around the corner, very close enough to reach it.

In the brain, the sight of the past boils. The tough spear axe of Vestalinu roared and crushed Bruder's body. The flesh and bones trampled everything without exception, transforming a human being named Bruder into an unspeakable object, that blow.

That is an indisputable presumption. Already, watching, already, knowing. So, what's the action you need to take here?

Once upon a time, I was foolish enough to do nothing. The limbs tremble and the legs cannot move forward without grasping one hand. I'm sure a newborn baby would be more useful for things. That seemed like a breeze. As it were, we couldn't save Bruder, of course, and we couldn't die together, or even stand up to him. Shit. Oh, shit.

I remember. Vestalinu at that time gave me the gaze he showed me from above the demon horse. If you don't threaten me, you'll break my eyes. Not eyes that see enemies, just depressed, eyes that see dust on the side of the road.

I'm sure that's why he killed Bruder, because he just toothed himself, that's all. So I wasn't trying to turn my teeth, and I was missed, and that's how I lost both my friends and my dignity at the same time. All that remained was unusual raw.

- Oh, I'm kidding. That sight, in front of me again now.

The legs had already kicked the ground.

The chest is complicated by strangeness. I certainly don't want to lose Bruder again. I also want to do it in return for Princess Iron and Steel.

But the biggest thing was that I never wanted to send that kind of raw again, that was it. Anyway, I'm the one who meant it.

Yeah, I think you told Karia, Fialert, Eldis, and, like, Mattia. Absolutely, that's what I am. So, this is what's happening now.

In my eyes, the flash runs. He stuck his shoulders out, gained momentum and left the blueder jumping momentum, pulling the treasure sword out of his waist. The treasure sword draws purple electric lines, while riding the orbit of Vestalinu's Spear Axe.

Draw a beautiful trajectory, as if it had been decided from the beginning.

- D, gung!

Speaking of swords, the price of accepting a spear axe is enormous. Originally, Vestalinu is using his weapon to build momentum from the horse. It's not like just accepting weapons.

The lower back, no, the bone of the whole body raised a groin. The meat is so much to its beating pressure that it seems to rip. My guts creep up and my whimpers crawl out the gaps in my teeth.

Forced, he returned his wrist as he made a distorted sound. Keeping the iron bonded, point the cutting edge of the treasure sword to the ground. Let the spear axe, which has just lost its way, show you a new way.

The scorching smell of iron and iron rubbing together covered the surrounding area. The sound of it sounding too bad strikes my ear. The shock of being smashed on the wrist as if they were trying to let the force slip away.

A few seconds later, the spear axe was slapped to determine the ground, still leaving a burning odor.

- Did your parents tell you to break your head when you welcome people?

The voice, I'm sure, was shaking. My back teeth didn't know and I was in pain. I'm not even very comfortable with my bones being distorted, but I can't use my legs to get out of here.

I see, I mean, you know what? You can't run anymore.

"... it was just a good place. I've been looking for you, the green one."

Vestalinu's eyes pierce my body. The exhalation, which was about to leak out of his mouth, refluxed his airway and returned to his lungs.

What those eyes tell you is neither frustration interrupted by a blow to Bruder, nor rebellion against a thrown word, just pure hostility.

"I hear you, Father - the bug itself, which harms Mordow-Gone."

Bugs, I see. Have you come with bugs? It seems that what Vestalinu held in his heart was more like depression to a pest than hostility. Underestimated, oh really, it's underestimated.

But if you're going to turn your consciousness to me, that's not a problem.

"That's a misunderstanding. Give me a break, I'm just protecting what I protect."

Because he is wearing a helmet, I can't read the details of Vestalinu's expression, but I can see that his eyes shaken with tingling.

Apparently, there's no doubt you're putting my words in your ear at all. Fine, very good. If the roadside dust is treated like it used to be, and you put every word in my ear, there's no way to upset me.

As an ally, but as an enemy, but if the word passes to its chest, there is as much to do. If it's a little girl who's shaking her emotions, she's still here.

"To protect what needs to be protected - what does that have to do with your father?

I can manage to slightly distort my lips.

I'm glad Vesterine has an honest personality. If it was Kalia-like personality, which is still twisted over the fierce, it would have been attacked without question.

Above all, she can't miss the word. Vestalinu seems unacceptable for the cunning of deciding not to hear it all and crushing everything on it.

Wonderful nobility, I want to praise you. Let go, I want to be complimented. Thanks for holding my hand.

"It will only have to do with it. You don't know what your lord Mordor used to do.

I could see that the light in his eyes intensified. That's not confusion, it's stronger hostility. After all, he doesn't have a high tolerance for his father.

But if we don't step in here, we're not moving on. Anyway, my purpose is to make this guy betray Mordow-Gone, the Iron and Steel princess who she would love most.

Cheeks, distorted. I don't have a good personality, really. I still wouldn't be able to die a busy way. But you can't live a busy life, Rika.

"I know that there are people who tell you to be bad about your father. But everything Father does is necessary for a new reign. If it's just a resentment, and it's harmful to your father..."

"- It's a rebellion, yeah?

A voice echoing Vestalinu's armor is almost simultaneous when it reaches his ear. Bruder, who had been crawling on the ground, was raising his face, as he ate the word.

His brown, long-slagged hair appears from his hat. Speaking of which, was he stretching his hair long? Once, and this time, I wasn't in too much consciousness because it was something that even hid my hair in my hat when I went to bed.

Oh, yeah. Once, when I saw her, I leaked my voice that she was like a woman, and she shot me through the jaw. Of course, it's not a long needle, it's a fist.

Since then, I feel like I've been unconsciously avoiding words.

Wavy brown hair shakes, blueder lips, open.

"Bruder, tell me Bruder-Guerla's name. You will often remember what the man you call your father did to my father, Bruder!