A Wish to Grab Happiness

It was beautiful and a flash that you might call it. Kalia's silver sword pierces the beast and decides the flesh.

Lets blood splash as silver circles into the darkness at night. The gardens of the Lords' Hall, which would once have been in order, were no longer covered in blood and meat. Around, there is a terrible smell like a creature rotting.

Whenever the flesh of the beast is torn apart and the blood of the companion is scattered, the beast makes a sound that imitates the scream. That's how many times he wielded his arms when he couldn't destroy anything hostile to himself.

That's an indisputable shot at the space itself.

- But the silver sword knocks him down to the ground.

Karia blinked those long lashes as she exhaled heavily from her lungs.

Sure enough, every single blow of the beast is a block of threat. There is no exaggeration when it comes to being who manifested death as it is. If the arm that made him strain the meat hit him directly, he would undoubtedly crush this body, and if he drives the tip of his sword slightly mad, he won't get the momentum to shoot him just. Sometimes a cold sweat strokes his spine in his beauty.

Plus that. This beast possesses an indisputable anomaly in him.

I could understand that at a glance if I looked at the wound I had just put on. From beneath the wound, the flesh thrives with unlikely momentum, dampening the splash of blood while also blinking. It's like you're forcing people to heal faster.

Earlier, the face I did with Rugis was similarly flourishing with distorted meat. Unexpectedly, my eyebrows were warped.

Again from the back of Karia's chest, a loud exhale leaked.

Even though slaughter is clearly deciding the flesh of the enemy, I can't see how that makes sense by fulfilling it. From the scratch, it gets blocked. Karia even remembered the feeling that her spirit was tightened loosely.

Trouble. Ultimately, trouble. Karia thought, shaking her silver hair, that the immortal giant in the myth would refer to such a being.

But if you say how tough or immortal this monster is, it's a reason to retreat, it's different. If that's a reason to give up, it can't be. Besides, it wasn't once or twice that I felt this way.

This body has come many times before with a sword, with a creature far more immense than itself. To the big pig in the woods of Oki, the demon monkey in Gaza. How many times have I broken my heart? How many times did you get on your knees?

The pride of coming over those beauties, and so pride, is now a great pillar in Kalia's chest. If you get over it once, Silver Sword says it's easy to get over it again and so on.

In fact, the blow of the beast has not once touched Kalia's cheek, nor has it been fulfilled to retract its leg. Rather, it is Kalia who is controlling this battlefield.

Besides, that's it. There are other reasons why you can't leave. Behind Kalia's ears, Rugis' words were echoing.

- I'm sorry to hear that, but I need the front for a while. He's a mythical creature. Then we need to prepare a way to die.

That's what Rugis said as he saw the laceration of the blocking meat mass in front of him, and entrusted this occasion to Kalia. Sorcerer, no, I can imagine Kalia having some sort of evil crease to see where she was exchanging words with Fialert. I also understand from the outset that you want me to earn the time to accomplish that evil.

Kalia manages to step out of her legs as her lips are about to waver by accident.

A massive shooting of meat chunks plundered its cheeks. There will even be something distracting just the wind pressure, that blow with just. Ahead of that, Kalia takes a step further.

Karia had noticed behind her chest that her heart was palpitating like never before. The blood flow is circling my whole body strangely fast.

Rugis has disappeared from his side now. But if you're fighting to defeat this monster, if you're asking for a gap for it, you must be looking at the current offense somewhere. Yeah, I'm watching, I'm supposed to be.

Karia wasn't going to be able to stop her from still waving her lips and her eyes glowing. Anyway, that man named Rugis is a man who has been so distracted from my battle.

During that battle with the big pig, he disappeared as if he wasn't interested, even though I said so. Even when he was a demon monkey, he ended up disappearing without waiting for me.

That's, oh, that's it. How much has shaken this passion? You don't know.

The exhalation builds fever. Strength rises in the hand holding the sword. Fatigue should be commensurate, but it doesn't seem to bother me. Only one emotion grows in my chest.

He's watching Rugis. Then you'll never be exposed. That emotion is bigger than anything right now. Whatever, I find myself a wretched woman.

I know better than anyone that vanity is crap. Oh, even if I understand.

But it is. For a moment now, let's stop admonishing you to hold an expensive hold on your chest. Let's say I can't help but say that my cheeks are about to loosen, that more than ever force runs on my spine.

It'll be a little better, because I've never had a chance like this before. If it's the first time, it's natural for your chest to be daunted and for you to gain some strength. Besides, this is also necessary. If we are companions, it is naturally necessary to have a full grasp of each other's power. Yes, of course.

- So just a little bit, and I want to show him a good place, too, you won't have a choice.

Silver light, in the beast's pocket, brilliant. As he drove his hips, twisted his ankles, and slashed his chest from the shoulders of the beast, Karia made the silver sword crawl into flesh.

There was almost no such thing as sound.

As if you drew a straight line, a long sword goes through the inside of the beast. It's like what happened, you probably didn't even understand the beast.

of a few moments, after. The skin and flesh of the beast bounced, as if it had caused destruction.

The meat opens its mouth all the way and spits out the accumulated fat and blood inside. The blood splash made him jump, as if he were delighted to pop out into the air.

Undisputed, it would be fatal if it were just a warcraft or a beast, a flash. It must be a blow that takes the nucleus of life.

But as far as this monster is concerned, he will die here. If this is where he dies, he won't let Rugis do anything about it. If so, you'll need to attract a little more attention.

Second, Kalia's eyebrows rise. Unfortunately, Karia was not surprised by the thought that came to her mind right now.

Naturally, there are times when Rugis misreads and sees things differently. There will be a lot more like it than that. But how could I do that?

Silver hair, shaking. The lip slackened, hitting the waves. In the depths of my chest, my big sigh is leaking out. What, in the end, there's nothing I can do about it, not just him, but me too? Really, there's nothing I can do.

A beast of meat hunks a distorted sound from its verses. It's as if it leaks the Terminator. Still, the flesh continues to regenerate.

The flesh rises from the inside of the wound, and the flesh is repeatedly repaired, as if to force the beast to rise to the stage, again and again, to fight.

Kalia takes a small breath for a moment, twisting her body in that way, aiming at the beast's throat and sticking out a silver sword. That's indisputable, a sting all over you.

It's not like I thought it was a steep spot. I didn't think that would lead me to despair. However, this lump of meat tends to take a biological form. If I could just slam him in the throat, he'd be able to do one of the gaps.

Where Karia is stepping into her legs is no longer in between complete beasts. I can't imitate pulling the sword out now and pulling it out of time. So Karia blinks her eyes that this is how she shows her credibility.

- Come on, show it to me. You must have won from me. [M] Then I won't say pebbles anymore.