A Wish to Grab Happiness

A juicy snake released by the sorcerer scatters darkness and protrudes the fangs of flame into the beast.

The skin of the beast, which was made from a mass of meat, burned down as if irresistibly. A unique smell runs through the nostrils of the fialert as the fire eats through the human body. Unexpectedly, my black eyes twisted uncomfortably.

Please, I want you to keep burning up. There is nothing to say if heat erodes to the depths of the meat and turns this beast into a mass of ash. Oh, please. Don't make me look like that any more. Just because that tough figure is here, something called the world is going to work out.

I guess that's no longer close to prayer. As I pray to God, as rare to the devil. Like everyone would.

I just wondered if my aspirations would be conveniently fulfilled, and yes, I pray to the world. Such, prayer was beginning to float in the head of the fialert.

The fingertips of the fialert shake slightly. Dog teeth were piercing his lips as if to kill his fears. The legs no longer try to move as if they had been tied to a chain of fright. The wall covering the hallway collapsed completely and the wind struck his cheek.

- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Out of the meat mass wrapped in flames, the sound, sounded. It sounds like you're desperate to burn and burn. Yeah, but it's, it's never a voice. Pain in the flames, screaming and all that.

Because that beast has no throat. There can't be a vocal cord or something. Meat chunks are piled up, but beasts created like clay are not equipped with creature shapes. So, that's, that's the sound. Just a collection of sounds played inside the body, flesh, bones, blood, even groans.

Its appearance as if it were forced to imitate an organism was no longer one that could be cheaply described with words such as tough.

To the sound of that scream, the heart of the fialert palpitates more and more quickly. Blood flow rushes through your whole body shortly after you rest, and tension crawling through your skin makes your breathing rough, even if you don't like it. Furthermore, the voice in the heart of the fialert grows louder.

Burn. Keep burning out. If you want to imitate an organism, you can do whatever you want. Then it looks like a creature, and if it can be caught in flames, it would be good if it stays desperate. So, it's all over. So, everything.

Such, at the end of the gaze with the heat of the fialert, the meat mass kept the flame wrapped around it, causing the shaken arm - to roar at an audacious speed. The space rings, as if it had snapped. The destination of that arm is undisputed itself. The cerebral cord of the fialert intuited it.

No. Not even the serpent of fire, not even the heat that wraps around his whole body, can stop that beast from breathing. No, I haven't even been able to blunt his legs a little bit.

Fialert's brain is giving orders diligently. Run, show your back and get out of here. But although the trembling legs are forced to stand up in the hallway, they can't possibly escape with agility.

Anyway, Fialert is nothing but a girl who can use witchcraft. It does not inherently have the courage to step forward in front of an overwhelming outrage, nor does it have the recklessness to stand up to it. Just, girl.

Therefore, when she encountered enough difficulty to leak a whimper, all she once could do was pray. Yeah, that's it.

- That must have been the essence of the former fialert-la-Borgograd.

A tough arm stretched with meat packs the distance from the fialert while it wraps around the flame. If you blink a few more times, the fialert will eat and crush itself and become part of the meat mass. That must no longer be a definitive future.

And yet. Black eyes staring at the meat chunks, now behind them, were showing little brilliance. Slight exhalation and leakage. Whirlpool to the palm of the fialert as the magic made a noise. I can't afford it like I did when I released Zhu's snake right now. Naturally, there is no restlessness in the spirit that allows the chanting to take place for a long time. There is too little that can be done. Fialert therefore inclined consciousness only to the accumulation of magic.

I'm sure I'll die. This arm, no, crushed by a meat mass, doesn't make sense for humans to be safe. It was, Fialert herself, well understood.

So it is. At the end of the day, I just don't want to expose myself to prayer, to wishing, to letting everything die for nothing. In the eyes of the fialert, a pale tear moisturizes, desperately closing her lips, forcing her to trap a whimper that bursts in her mouth.

Oh, yeah. I must have denied it myself. I just stepped out of the stage where I just had to pray that God would give me happiness, a world I just kept wishing for.

From an early age, Fialert understood that prayer meant nothing. How many times have you prayed in your contemptuous routine? How many times have you wished in the humiliation of even remembering nausea?

So, has it ever come true?

Still, I prayed as if I were going to stop by, as though I were weak. As if you believe that doing so will save you sooner or later.

It sounds stupid. Oh, it sounds stupid too. Such a world, where prayer is everything, is a world where people's efforts are unacceptable. There is nothing more to deny him than a world that bloodshed and still reaches forward. Such a world is unacceptable to fialerts. It can't be tolerated or anything.

So I, too, pray and so on, that means it's over. Until the end, let's do as much as we can. Even if this was the last moment when the light of life scratched out, Fialert waved her lips without knowing that she was happy just because she seemed to be.

Fingertips enhance the light green emission, as if accepting the arms of a meat mass, but brilliant. It's just a chunk of magic. Although you can't handle the enormous amount of magic that flows into you, you can also be a fialert to just change your orientation and spit it out. If a normal human took it, the clouds of magic were enough to think that just a few horses would be bounced off, swallowing meat chunks.

The green light of magic brightens through the darkness.

of a few moments, after. Fialert's lips leaked her last exhale.

- No, huh? Right, naturally.

The turbulence of magic caused by the fialert to take the shape of a vortex was only slight, so much so that it pushed back the luxurious arm of the meat beast. But, so, that's it. The abominable beast did not make itself slightly lacking, but was again making a harsh noise.

The art of standing up to oneself, of course, leaves no spiritual power but to flee.

Oh, I see, it's all in vain. What I thought I was doing for Rugis only reduced my life when I concluded. Whatever, I didn't think it was my way, I was going to even laugh.

But it's better than not. It has always been. I'm sure even Rugis must say so, and Fialert thought so, narrowing her eyes.

The arm of the beast, which was slain of momentum, approaches its body without eating the presence of the fialert, letting its flesh strain again. The fact that dark hair moves anymore,

- Jump, fialert. I don't need time for a breath.

It was a strange, strange thing. Until then, the leg of the fialert, which had crept up and seemed almost immobile, was kicking the floor outside of his will the moment he heard the words.