A Wish to Grab Happiness

In the darkness where the sun hid itself, Fialert brightens one thin green light and opens his eyes wide. I didn't know my teeth, and I felt them lifting.

What if this world really means nothing to reach out to itself, but only to hold hands together and rare happiness to God, such a lopsided world? I will no longer speak of that reason in discipline. It's not even funny. I don't take names as terminals if I want to.

Above all, he can't stand being danced on such a nasty stage. Black hair swayed through the air.

"I don't like it. I can't believe I just reach out desperately, reach out my fingers and die in a place where the result is blood. So, I..."

- I thought I'd make a hero out of this.

Yes, the voice leaking from the lips of the fialert was the moment I got on the air.

In the dark, the dull silver colour of the spear gives a fierce hiss and stretches his fangs to the meat of the fialert. A squire, who should have refrained beside Mordo, ran down the corridor, sounding barbaric.

To see, it seems that the spirit has somehow reached its limits. The teeth are hard enough to see, eaten hard, and the eyes are running completely bloody. That's how the eye turns to the fialert and speaks.

You're crazy. It's not about walking the right way.

In that gaze, Fialert was going to smile unexpectedly. He was pointing the murder weapon at himself, and yet, he's crazy.

Oh, my God, that would be a rude, impudent gaze. I don't know anything. I don't understand anything. Something's wrong with me. There's something wrong with all humans equally.

Things that made me special, on the contrary, made me feel strange. love or hated someone again. Or, even though I don't have one of those emotions at all and I don't know what I'm living for, I just have an experience of spending my days. Yeah, if you try it on me, that and this, they're all crazy.

Even so, everyone covered their faces with the skin of reason. And I'm sane, and I'm just smiling. In doing so, at the end of the day, you don't know what reason or instinct is, which is who you are, and you point to people like this. You said you were crazy. He said he was sane.

Now, what the hell is that sanity referring to and saying? What a strange thing. Fialert cheeks, distorted.

The tip of the spear penetrates the sky without eating through the belly of the fialert. Straight, with the momentum to rip the wind. That one thrust, though undoubtedly trained. If it was meant to be, it should probably be inevitable for a fialert who's just a magician, a flash.

The thin green light, which covered the body of the fialert, and the eartip of the spear, which seemed to even remember the fear, meshed, as they wished.

Moments, dongs, and sounds, run quietly through the darkness. That's all there was to it, the sound didn't ring.

"- Nothing, it's true that I wasn't willing to take it and eat it or attack it. That's why you can run away. I'm sure Rugis will still be here."

As always, black, lustrous hair is shaking in the air. The body of the squire was stuck on the floor with a spear on it. He was no match for piercing the spear at the magician in front of him, and on the contrary, he lay down on the ground without even being able to be properly hostile. The light green magic slowly licks its body.

Also one. The heart of the fialert tells the skull that the magic has filled its belly. But it's not enough. No, the more magic is moisturizing.

This way of thinking seems like a person who thinks that it's the number of gold coins that represent people, and I didn't really like fialerts, except this time around. Anyway, this magic is for him to give to Rugis. I just think so, and if there's not enough for a fialert, it seems so.

The golden hair swayed as it responded to the voice of the fialert.

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That one is no longer close to a monster.

Mordoe-Gorn's eyes blinked calmly somewhere and so determined his presence in front of him. What you can see is unmistakably just a girl. The figure is no different from what I saw in the reception room during the day.

But no. Not at all. Mordeaux didn't know that his spine was sweating a lot. That's a monster.

When the first squire pointed the spear tip toward the fialert, Mordeau was willing to break the fialert on each of its backs. Of course, if the tip of a squire chooses a fialert, that's good, and if it doesn't, he thought that if he sinks the skull of a fialert for each squire, that's it.

But Mordeaux's legs remained stuck in the hallway, from beginning to end, without following his squire. It didn't move a little, it just stood there.

The moment I tried to move my legs, behind my throat, something whispered. If you go forward, you'll be dead.

I have remembered this feeling several times on the battlefield. That's when we saw each other on the battlefield with what we call valiant magnificence. Even then, the voice had never been clearer. I don't know, my breathing is rough. What was floating in my chest was an indisputable look of fear.

There is no way to know Mordeau's mood like that, Fialert says. If we run, we have to go after him. So if you want to run, you can run, yes, I said.

Hearing the words, Mordeau's chest leaked a soothing exhale. The back of my brain gave a cry of gratitude to God for helping me. The flesh relaxes and enjoys raw pleasure. Yeah, but.

- Don't be ridiculous, hungry. - No.

But only, the backbone of Mordor. Only the back part of the spirit was bouncing the words of the fialert. Everything was blown away by the upbringing, aristocratic language and courtesy that I should have worn as a lord. Words that used to be spoken during the mercenary years, crude and extreme, were popping out of my lips.

One hungry ghost has enough to joke about. I am the usurper, the usurper, the mordow-gone.

I will not take away from people as if they were strangers, like every nobleman. Take it away from me. Take it away. I've trampled people on their own feet and robbed them of their money, their lives, their happiness. It's all taken away by my own hands, by my own will. That's my life. At the end of the day, even this city was in this hands.

That's why I never imitate what I pull here. Because I know. In this world, there is only one who is taken away or taken away. If the usurper thus rolls down his body once and turns to the side to be usurped, he will only later be taken by a new usurper, all the way to this life.

So, you can't take it away from me. Because I am here, taking away what I do not want to lose.

Mordeau's finger grips the axe again. He opened his eyes and stabbed his teeth in his lips so as to wake up slamming his relaxed flesh. I felt blood dripping down my jaw.

Stimulate your spirit to the full, yet I don't feel like ending up in that disgusting light of thin green. The monster in front of me presents the appearance of the monster, as always. But if you pull back, miserable raw life awaits you. A life just to be taken away awaits you with your mouth open.

Mordeaux's trembling leg was the moment he took a step forward.

- Then I will give thee the name of the beast that protects thee in the name of the only God.

In Mordeau's ear, a majestic bell sounded, I felt it ringing.