A Wish to Grab Happiness

The dragon's tail was pierced by the Belfein Lordship Hall. I am lost as to whether it should be called identification in one sense, or whether I should have a completely different feeling.

The pillars of magic are still stretching to heaven as they wield the brilliant powder of light in thin green. The beauty made me taste like I really had a dragon in front of me. Unexpectedly, my tongue trembles and my throat rings.

Really, what are you doing, Fialert? At a place like this. When the flutter at my feet finally began to fade, Karia rocked those lips in my ear.

"You are an injured man. Nothing. You don't mind if I come and finish this by myself."

That was a shadowy mouthful somewhere. This one and a bare gesture that you don't want to gaze at. Again, this looks unusual for Kalia. Perhaps that's because I already know the answer to my return. Still, he may have given me the care of Kalia.

Says as he puts bite cigarettes in his chest to respond to Kalia's care.

"A little hungry would be better for later rice"

With his shoulders clasped, he returned and hung his hand to the main entrance of the Lordship Hall. The presence of watchmen and gatekeepers, who would otherwise be sitting, was nowhere to be found now. Has he escaped? Or did you remember the threat to this unusual sight and rush to the interior of the hall? Either way, it's convenient that you're not here.

That's what I thought, and, uh, I realized.

Oddly enough, I can't hear a sound. This is an anomaly. It's not strange to hear noises and screams from inside the building. Strange, quiet. Are you saying that everyone has already fled this hall?

Something cold crawls up from my heels as soon as possible. I wonder if something, or something, is happening ahead of me, and such a close prediction of paranoia is about to leak out of my throat. What the hell am I thinking? She said she didn't need to think about anything. You just have to step into this hall, take Fialert's hand, and then escape from Belfein. So, that's it. It should be the end.

My throat, strangely loud, rang. And, at the same time,

- Goo, n - Goo on -.

A thunderous noise, which cut the silence and split the back of his ear, echoed around him. It was like the sound of a majestic bell.

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What's happening?

Born in the chest of Mordoe-Gorn, lord of Berfein, was just a pure question.

It was when I was looking at reports that some mercenaries and troubles were apparently occurring as a result of putting in private soldiers to capture the great sinner Rugis. The feeling stopped sticking over my skin. It feels like something sees over your skin and then takes away the heat itself.

Until earlier, it was only slightly uncomfortable. The more you blink, the more you forget, the more uncomfortable. But now, the heart has a clear fear. I even feel my tongue dry and my blood flow rushing and crazy in my body. Something is being taken from your body, like your skin is being forcibly removed from this body.

Someone, not thinking, opened Mordeau's lips. But after a while, I haven't heard back. Even if I speak up again, the result is the same. Weird. At this hour, the servant is always at his side. It should be. So why is nothing responding? Weird, weird, weird. Such a certain feeling was beginning to emerge that something unusual must be happening behind Mordeau's brain.

I didn't know, I took the axe my hand was equipped with in the office.

It's what I used to wield in previous years, but now it feels weird and heavy. Thinking about it, I faded away a lot myself. Whereas this flesh no longer walks on the battlefield, it may even be difficult to wave the axe fully.

However, there is no desire in Mordor to show any decay with regard to what lies at the root of its spirit.

Something strange is happening in my hall right now, and my heart is telling me that something is happening. Then it is your duty to drain the cause.

Yes, this is my hall. Belfein is my city. Put your hands together and put what you once called your best friend on this hand, and slap the woman you once loved to the bottom of the earth, and take it from you, your own. Everything in my life.

I don't know what this anomaly is causing. Maybe it's something someone's causing, I don't know.

But in the end, it's not acceptable. Any being who reaches out to his hall, to his city, as anything.

Bite your teeth off, open your eyes and force yourself into the body, then hang your hands on the office door.

Moment after moment, the door opened its big mouth. Shake the axe up reflexively.

- Master Mordeau, are you all right?

What was ahead of me, waving the axe down, was the figure of my own squire, that is, the Virgin Arueno. I didn't know, the air stroked my throat. A soothing exhale leaks out of Mordeau's mouth.

The relief is that what was at the end of the door was not a frightening being, and thus, the Virgin Arueno was safe. It was something that was thrown out of those two.

Yes, despite this anomaly, Mordeau cannot leave Arueno the Virgin alone. If, in the unlikely event of a scratch on the Virgin's body, it may be the only thing that will knock the breach out of the cathedral. For example, no matter what anomalies were occurring, punishment could be avoided.

That way, you can no longer be at peace with Belfein without anything. Even the privileges of this city, which flourished as a mercenary city, are taken away.

"Dear Mordeaux, I would like to know your instructions. The Virgin doesn't seem to be feeling well either."

From the mouth of his squire comes a number of words early. On that forehead, something close to cold sweat floats, I see. That, I guess. With the squire, the anomaly that is happening in this hall, the fear of the air must be fully felt.

If you do your gaze to Arueno, the golden eyes full of her brilliant kan have lost color and her skin is dyed blue and white. I can't tell you how healthy I am. The squire said he had taken you where you were sitting in the hallway.

What is it, something?

Mordor's brain turns thoughts for a moment. Naturally, if you can, you should take Arueno, the Virgin, to a safe place. But where is the safe place? Outside the hall, or to the point where you won't feel this anomaly? In the first place, if you move yourself somewhere with one of your own will, the Virgin, who is more depository than the Cathedral, you do not know what will be said later. But, and that's when I was thinking.

"Run away - get out of here as soon as you can"

As Arueno makes a fine voice, he rings his throat. The golden eyes narrowed slightly, looking to the end of the hallway. The face of Mordeau sees the end of his gaze as if it were stuck.

"- Nothing, I'm not going to take it and eat it. It's a little out of my mind to turn my frightened eyes to where they are."

That was a soft tone out of place. Such a voice, like riding in the wind.

I can't get a clear view of the end of the hallway anymore with the night book falling off. But in it, she was the only one who looked remarkable.

As he wrapped a thin green light around his body, Fialert-la-Borgograd was there.