A Wish to Grab Happiness

The sunlight scorches the streets of Belfein, and the darkness of the night slowly awakens itself.

Mercenaries and lord private soldiers, even from the streets where me and Karia lay their swords, little by little, the light of day was about to lose its appearance.

The distance between me and Kalia is almost gone. If one of the later steps steps in, that's where the sword opens its jaw and slashes the opponent.

I stroked Kalia's silver hair, and the sunlight was my last splendor. So slowly, slowly, the light was cut off, and so, it disappeared.

Moments, purple electricity rushes through the thin night darkness. To shake off the treasure sword during one act and poke the sword at Kalia. No breathing. We can't afford to pinch such a presence, and we can't even intend something. If you are going along the blade to the neck muscle of Karia, then you still think it's not enough.

I can't take Kalia's sword attack, and I can't even hope for a long battle. As such, she will no longer have access to small craftsmen. Besides, I don't have the kind of product I once prepared for this duel in Gallu Amalia.

If so, there is one means you can take. The only way to do this is to send this blade to Kalia. That too, fast, faster than anything.

Even if that hero doesn't sound chopped up, if he can just carry his sword faster than Kalia, that's fine. To do this, let's throw away everything: thoughts, breathing, bodily safety after waving the sword. I was lighter on this body, just looking for a silver figure that wobbled in its sky, releasing my sword. Cage your strength to your right hand finger, make the pattern strong, and grip.

Whatever it is, it can't be that easy.

Would it not have been as long as blinking? The silver light roared at the edge of his eyes as though it responded to purple electricity mixed with darkness at night.

Kalia's, just like twisting the space itself. That's the only momentum that's going to make me jump. The slaughter, which would have clearly targeted my neck, is imminent from the left hand side.

- At that point, I intuited. The back of my brain, I understand, I understand. After all, my power does not extend far to Kalia.

There were signs of something tough licking around the back of his head. Compared to my sword, that's the silver sword of Kalia, which should have been wielded for a long time.

So, that would definitely touch this neck before I poke a treasure sword at Kalia. That's what comes up in the back of my brain as a realistic prediction. So I'm sure the prediction will be real if you blink your eyelids.

Oh, my God. The world at all also brutally sets up a difference for people. It tells me without enthusiasm that there is no point in the determination of an ordinary husband, and that no price tag can be attached to his bravery.

So it is. The one who does not have it can only overflow blood from this body at the cost of trying to gain something.

Release the left hand that was along the pattern head. There are no problems with the treasure sword orbit. Originally, he is shaken with his right arm.

As if it were a barrier, he placed his left arm next to his neck. Was that no longer the behavior since we saw Kalia's firing, or was it the behavior we had already assumed before that? I had no idea. It was almost a reflex.

My left arm won't be safe. Naturally. There is no way that Kalia, who is more sincere and respectful than anyone about the battle, can stop the sword from doing this. Without pinching any strays, my left arm would be amputated.

But then, I don't mind.

Naturally. Naturally. That way, a moment of respite is granted until a silver blade is inevitably placed on the neck muscle. That's what I want, above all else. Buy that respite from a great hero named Kalia. One left arm like mine, how much is it worth?

That's all, good. I don't mind if I give you this neck muscle itself. Finally, at the end of this duel, if the brilliance of purple electricity is even slightly quicker than the silver light and can follow the calia's neck muscles. Nothing more.

On my left arm, something hot, just feverish touched me, okay.

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No, I don't think so. The only words held in Kalia's chest, it was just that. Silver eyes stare at Rugis with his left arm over his neck. When it seemed like a real choice, Karia almost even smiled.

The sword was wonderful without the first small work and just as if to point the will itself at this one. Of course, skill is far from reaching me. The speed at which you step in is mediocre. Not a single flash drawn by the sword is beginning to ripen but does not yet have a clear glow.

To take it, it's not enough. It must be a blow that really just isn't enough to take if you just look at it.

- Yeah, but still. Who will be able to stop this chest palpitation?

Karia understands her power. Once upon a time in Gaza, when the demon monkeys were crushed single-handedly, they did get the feeling that they had crossed some line.

In this battle between lord private soldiers and mercenaries, it turns into certainty. No longer will this body be reached by a sword that just waves mediocre or a spear that just sticks out. It can't be that this body is bitten off by a mutineer.

That was faster than Karia's own breasts spoke, and the gaze of others taught her. In the silver sword that he waves himself, the eyes of the enemy are frightened, shuddered, and swayed as if to see even a monster. The gaze of an ally poking from behind is as brilliant as it is in honor of a hero or god of war. With that, Karia understood. He said he was no longer on the same level as them.

A weapon that possesses such an enemy, frightened, frightened, and such a thing, will never reach itself. You can even peel off one scratch and one piece of skin. Because they don't even think they can put their hands on this neck as much as the dew.

But what about him, Rugis? Techniques still don't reach this body, just like miscellaneous soldiers, and they don't even scratch their fingertips. Still, the gaze pierces this neck.

Oh, my God, that's great.

Karia didn't originally keep it in her head, such as chopping up Rugis' body. It's just a little bit, I was just trying to figure it out, that's all. That was just it.

However, the idea no longer disappears from Karia's chest.

Rugis is, diligently, throwing his life at himself. I accept the stage of duel from the bottom of my heart. Such disrespect for him, such as putting his hands on him to avoid hurting himself. Oh, my God, that would be a disrespectful act.

I don't want to hurt you. Instead, if I can, I even want my body to rest now, full of creativity.

But can we see how Rugis is now, and see how he's prepared, and make no sense of it, etc.? Shall I scorn, spit and mock? Adding a hand or a heart is an act equivalent to that.

- Let's go, Rugis. If you're going to put your hand around this neck, I'll be prepared to do the same.

Silver light swallows space with further roar. There was a definite feeling of breaking the flesh in Kalia's hand.

Battlefield duel. The settlement is about to reveal itself here and now. Everyone watching this duel was beginning to understand the matter.