A Wish to Grab Happiness

In my arms, with just a little weight, the shock descends.

As soon as he did, he roared as if his broken body could not withstand the shock, and then his shoulders and left arm began to claim the pain of tearing themselves apart. Apparently, he's complaining about his dissatisfaction, telling him to take care of it more.

A guy named Body doesn't listen to the owner as much as he does. Anyway, it would be nice if you could erase the pain, suffering, etc., except when you need it.

I blink my eyes as I think of that in my chest. In front of you, your black hair spreads like a feather, let's shake. It even felt as if it was going to melt intact at night.

Ho, he leaks exhalation all the way through his lungs. Anyway, they didn't just say they couldn't make it.

"Have you lost a little weight, fialert? Besides, the neighborhood is ready, so you'll remember to rest a little longer. Sleep is the rest of your soul."

Literally, I tried to get out of the sky and fell into my arms, towards the magician Fialert-la-Borgograd, so I opened my lips. I can see for myself how the words are shattered much. A man named me on a boulder, he saw that pillar of magic that even seemed to remember fear, and he was so worried that someplace the fialert might not be safe. My cheeks were unexpected and loose.

On the other hand, the fialert strangely stiffens its expression, shivering its lips quietly. Although its lips are opened several times to utter words, it closes again immediately, silently, and its voice does not jump out of its mouth inside.

Whatever that look is, it's like I can't pick the words to speak, I don't know what the hell to say. It's unusual for a fia alert, or it doesn't look very good on you.

Just wondering what's going on, when I peek into my face, that voice finally rocks the space. It was a voice that resonated a lot in my ear.

"- Well, you know what? If you didn't have someone to wake you up, you wouldn't be able to sleep because you're afraid of sleepers."

Unexpectedly, my voice was about to leak out. Did you imitate me? The fialert also returns a much shattered word here. Even if you breathe on your shoulders like that, it would be unconvincing. Of course, you must understand the fialert itself.

Still, Fialert forced her lips up and smiled. I can see that my black eyes are only slightly moist.

Absolutely, there's no other way to do this. I can't say much about people either.

If you look at the fialert, your legs are still shaking like cramps because you jumped off the second floor, and your cheeks seem to be struggling to smile somehow, but they're still tight somewhere.

As I looked for the cause, I narrowed my eyes and moved my gaze to the top of the Lordship Hall.

"Stand up, Rugis. That's all you can miss playing with. I'm coming. Don't get lost in what you called it, yeah?

One step through the darkness, as Karia laid a silver long sword, and took it out. Me and Fialert, so beyond Kalia's gaze, there was no doubt about its existence.

Imagined the shape of a beast, a meat mass. The few arms and legs that made the flesh strain were strangely tough and impossible.

The meat chunks look down from the second floor of the hall as they flame all over the body. The whole wall is shattered. That would be nice to see.

But the beast seems to observe this one carefully, and has not seen any of its fruits.

Whatever its face, it doesn't have eyeballs on it. I can only see traces of good blood and the fat of tough meat. So, that's just, like, an observational impersonation. It meant nothing and it was like claiming to be life, such an act.

When the spine is poppy. I can't help but feel physiological disgust at the way he looks so tough. Every one of those things paralyzed me like the deepest part of my brain marrow cramps. Whatever, well, the unpleasant part of my memory, it feels like being caught.

Slowly unload the fialert onto the ground and let it sit on the spot. Still her legs can't hide the tremors and it seems difficult to walk at all.

The ideal was to get out of the city early after taking Fialert's hand. Now, will that creepy chunk of meat let this one escape safely? Maybe the roots are good guys and they give me a comfortable grin and drop me off on my back.

Unless there's enough hostility in the back of that stuffed meat to even remember the heavy pressures.

No, if you show me your back, and I can still hold the fialert, I'll eat this meat in one breath. In an attempt to be a part of yourself, you must decide which one of us exists itself. It sucks. If it's enough to die like that, it would be happier to still breathe out in the ditch. Enough to be part of that tough chunk of meat, if any.

If you're stuck and don't want to be, you're no longer going to have to wield your sword and get him out of here right now. What a wonderful thing to do.

"Fialert, what's up? I didn't know you were coming down from heaven."

Step forward while trying to shelter the fialert. Like sticking the sword forward, I set it up.

Gently leaking the words, but in the cranium, now I turn my thoughts around, wondering what's going on. Thoughts run from end to end of the head, but thoughts don't really show a clump. I could see the agitation slowly burning my skin.

"... Mordor. Mordoe-Gorn, that's the closest thing you can get. At least, it's true that he was the one who came to me."

Mordeau, the usurper Mordeau-Gone. A literal uprooter who, while out of mercenaries, even took the seat of Lord Berfein. That meat hunk is the end of it, Fialert says.

I see, and I nodded so, and I didn't listen any deeper. I just honestly get that word into my chest. Doubts, doubts, undoubtedly were born into this chest, but there is still no room and free time as we are now dissolving it.

Kalia was similarly silent again and nodded at the words of Fialert, continuing to lay her sword as it was. If that chunk of meat shows its neck muscles cheaply even once, try to slash it off instantly and throw it away, with a temper that just keeps saying so.

- Uh-huh.

Is that crying? Or is it just the sound of meat distorting? What an unpleasant, deafening noise, the figure of the beast, loose and elephant with a lump of meat, swayed.

Unexpectedly, the next time I took a breath, the moment.

A flame runs through the darkness at night scattering firepowder. As if it were natural, the beast was jumping in the sky.