A Wish to Grab Happiness

The black eyes of the fialert reflected a monster as if a meat mass had piled up. It is no longer something that can be called the Beast of the Devil, but rather is tougher and more difficult to understand than the Devil. It seems very unlikely that that would be the end of a single human being named Mordow-Gone.

Unexpectedly, Fialert raised her face and stared at the face-like part of the meat mass. In the mouth of a large open mass of meat, there is just a smudge. There is no tongue in it, no esophagus leading to the inside. So that's not exactly the mouth. Just a tear in the meat.

A few thoughts swept inside the heart of the fialert. Because of the toughness of the meat mass standing in front of you, it is not. Not even because the meat chunks that elephant the beast are pointing hostility toward this one until it is clear.

Just imagine the presence that shaped this beast, and the fialert is going to tremble, but it won't stop. There is no way that a human being can come to this with nature. There is no way that such a nauseating business can be carried out without the intervention of anyone.

I mean, I'm here.

Somebody shaped this meat mass into a tough beast, into this world. As such, its existence must be so utterly uninteresting in life. Even dignity for life must be unacceptable. Whatever life it is, it will be easy to pinch it with your fingers, as if your child were moaning mud and clay. The presence of the beast in front of you makes it easy to imagine. Fialert was desperately holding back her throat as she slammed and went mad trying to scream.

Slowly, at a much slower rate, the beast lifted its arms. And the thick arm upon which the flesh shall be stretched shall have a colour of black blood. Feeling his eyebrows about to catch, the fialert jumped, one step, back.

I didn't feel any particular threat. However, there was no mistake in remembering the initial fear and toughness of the meat mass approaching.

Fialert stretched his black eyes, closing its lid for a moment when his arms were swung down.

- D, Gah.

At that moment, the sound of a ripping ear swept all around me. The sound itself became a wave of shock and approached the body of the fialert. To the extra momentum, so much so that it seems like you can't even stand. Shaking her body, she didn't know, and the fialert had her eyelids open.

What I saw in my sight was an unbroken wall and a hallway. A tragedy was spreading in front of him that made him think that some big demon might have eaten up there with his full powers.

No, not this one. That's what Fialert's chest tells the scene that spreads in front of him.

After all, that beast is not a being on a horizon beyond man's imagination. Living in some twisted reason, in other words, out of reason. Such an idea is born into the back of Fialert's brain. The production of the idea grew louder and louder, quickly filling the brain.

There is no mistake that this is not a human being to stand up to. But then, should we get away with it early? Whatever that was, Fialert didn't know it. In my head, one thought was beginning to float.

Of course, if it was meant to be, I believe so. A devotee to intelligence, Fialert does not intend to fight the kind of existence that protrudes out of the framework of knowledge. That's too pointless, and it's too reckless to challenge a fight even though you don't know what to do with it or the bottom of your opponent.

So I'm sure it's really the right thing to do to get away. No, you wouldn't even deserve the expression escape against this beast. What I feel from that is, like, disaster itself, toughness. Avoiding disasters is not what anyone calls running away.

However, the fialert forces his knee, which is about to break, to rise and devour his teeth. The black eyes looked at the beast of the flesh mass, and the dark hair, which at times was wrapped around it, swayed through the darkness today.

- But I'm sure Rugis will be here. So will he see this beast and fulfill and honestly escape?

The answer was clear.

Fialert kicks the floor hard on the spot to embarrass the legs that are going to creep up and jump back. My toes hurt like they were paralyzed. He felt his exhalation slowly and out of the back of his chest.

"Be it fortitude, but nature, or? I think I can do some of that, too. Yeah."

The teaching of the Borgograd family, which had not tried to come to mind since taking Rugis' hand at Galuamaria, had come to mind. Slight, shaky cheeks. Around the bottom of my stomach, I could see that the immense amount of magic was sweeping me away.

Fialerts are now in place until then. I'm just letting myself sacrifice the magic engulfed in a city called Belfein and spit it out into the world. Therefore, it is not possible to make its magic function freely or as a mediator of witchcraft. It would be unworthy to be an ingredient in the face of the beast in front of you. Your talent is beyond belief.

Although.

Again, the beast's arms are swung up in another relaxed motion. Again, that meat-strained arm was vicious everywhere and tough enough to even remember to nauseate. I'm sure that just that fingertip will plunder this body, my arms will blow up, and if I do poorly, my bowels will pollute the hallway.

I don't like it. I can't wait to be scared and scared of such monsters. Even now I want to escape.

Yeah, but... I don't like seeing Rugis fight this monster after he has fled. More, scarier.

In the dark, the glow of the blast dances over the hands of the fialert. The beast moves too loosely, and that's how it's daunting. There was plenty of time to work out the magic. It is, of course, a completely different story as to whether we can survive that death.

Ideally speaking, it must be a good idea to do the magic in its head while flying back and taking care of the mistake. But is it easy to do that? I'm sure that once you retreat back, you'll never be able to stand up to this beast again. The more clever this creature can imitate, the more courageous he is, the less brave he is. Fialert rattles his teeth from time to time, still diligently chanting magic, offering his braces to the world. Flames on the palm of his hand, swayed, brilliant.

There is no doubt that this creature is made of man's flesh. Only then should we be able to escape the burning fate. Human body hair burns with fire, and any amount of fat that spreads through your body fuels you. Besides, to extinguish this fierce existence deserves more than anything else.

"- Pierce the lid. Unorderly snake, you have had fangs since you were born."

As the flames fully devoured the magic of the Fialert and made a great leap through its body, they ran through the universe. Zhu, brilliant.

Even the surrounding air is contained in its belly, and the blast flames wrap around the arms of the beast as if it were a serpent. That should be it. If you're a mediocre warcraft, that's enough. Fialert practiced magic enough to say so. Anyway, every instinct in the fialert screams. Show me your back, or I'll stop him from breathing.

A snake of Zhu wrapped around a monster's arm swallows the meat beast as it is, with a large mouth open. He stared at the sight so that his black eyes could offer any prayer.