A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Ba, Lynn.

A few seconds after the crushing sound struck her ear, Karia realized that her right hand was finally complaining of pain. When I did my gaze, there was a shattered liquor bottle and my own skin cut into bottle fragments. A little blood drips from his palms, licking the earth.

Paralyzing, painful. But the pain, too, bounced off my brain in a flash. Not having time to hold on to such a few things now, Kalia turned her gaze to Rugis again.

What did he say now? What a word this man in front of me spat at me.

- I just need you to move away from my hand.

In retrospect of the words, Karia felt so much heat sprouting all over her body that blood seemed to boil. Beautiful silver eyes are so distorted that their lips snap and bend.

If you move away, good. What the hell is that? He said he swore to him, and to his loyalty. Do you throw that away unnecessarily? Kalia's back teeth rattled.

"... what is that? Do you mean to give me time?

That voice, whimpered slowly, was trembling amazingly by Karia herself. Have I ever uttered a voice that made me tremble before? Besides, it wasn't tremors caused by excessive indignation, but it just made the tremors created by fright come to your voice, did it?

Oh, well, I'm frightened. Pity. Oh, my God, what a fragile, nasty woman you've become, I am. I felt weakened, but I didn't know it was this far.

The person you are obsessed with may throw you away. I may be spared time by a master who has dedicated his loyalty to Fu. Scared of such a loss.

Karia couldn't help but wonder that such an emotion appeared in her own chest. If I had, I wouldn't have done all that. Karia hated such fragility from the bottom of her heart that she could care less about it.

Karia believes that the most valuable thing in the world is power, or strength. A human being named Karia, of course, did not tolerate the notion of weakness, even to others. Pursuing power, I didn't doubt it was the right way.

I don't know what this looks like. What is this overly brittle spirituality? Is not in this the weak who hated themselves? Karia's exhalation is slightly rough. As he disciplined himself, his thin fingers were gripped vigorously.

Rugis circled his eyes on the crushed liquor bottle and, although he had let his cheeks snap, tried to pick a word for Kalia's inquiry, to which he replied.

"It's different when it comes to giving me time. I thought Karia would be free to move as she pleases."

Karia takes it and narrows her eyes so that she chews every word given to her by Rugis. By the time Kalia showed a reaction, there were a few seconds. Over those seconds, Kalia slowly swallows Rugis' words.

And I took it all, the moment. There was a sound in Kalia's body that made her heart jump.

It wasn't the fright or sadness that had made my heart bounce through my body earlier.

Rather, it's the exact opposite of those emotions, so much heat that it's likely to spit out of your throat. Karia's lips, its ends rippled into distortion, causing words to leak out.

- Well, I mean, you are. Is that what you want to say when you don't need my hand anymore? That's what you're gonna tell me, yeah?

My lips are pointy and my teeth burn. The words were no longer superior: voices, etc., they were just the sound of the heat that was swirling in my mind, just spitting it out as it was.

Standing completely off the spot, Kalia holds up the end of her mouth as blood drips from her right hand. There was so much impulse on Kalia's chest that if she was not conscious, she would even pull out the sword of love she had offered to her waist.

Karia thinks what a strange thing a person's emotions are.

Until earlier, he said he was scared like an idiot that Rugis wouldn't abandon him or cut him off. Now I can no longer see the feeling of worrying about such a thing anywhere in the depths of my chest. I had the urge to just burn and roll.

Rugis' lips jumped, his eyes opened and it seemed to Kalia to have tried to say something. But Kalia is a few moments faster than that.

Karia's white right hand catches both cheeks of Rugis. Slight resistance does not mean anything in front of Kalia either. Leaning on Rugis as he sat down in his chair and trying to keep him down, Kalia says.

The eyes of silver looked to his Lord with a dark light.

"Right, just because you're the master, you don't spoil it. I was wrong, Rugis."

Karia's voice color was terribly pleasant. A grin as if the devil whispered, mocking something.

A beautiful line breaks its cheek. A ruthless, fierce look itself. A sharp canine tooth was hidden from the gap between her lips.

Karia feels some power gushing from all over her body. I never even felt it before, that. If it was now, I could even let Rugis' face, wrapped in his palms - pull every bone as it were.

Is that why Karia gently stroked Rugis's cheek with both hands so as to handle the delicate. Never, keep his body in check so he can't escape.

"Do you mind? Remember it well. Don't forget that."

Karia whispers as she shoves a hot exhale into Rugis' ear. As if to teach a dog he doesn't remember, as if to breathe words directly into his brain marrow.

Yes, I had foolishly lost consciousness that I had to teach Rugis a long time ago.

I would prefer Rugis to cut off his sword and become a hero. Not really. Except to hold back his appearance in an attempt to capture glory, I allowed that run away.

Oh, my God, stupid. Karia's lips rippled with strange lustre.

"I will dedicate my life to you. Body, mind, soul, whatever you want."

Its sweetly whispered voice even accompanies the sound of inviting something. Such a voice that makes you boil your thoughts, that makes you dye your cheeks unintentionally. It was a glossy voice, like never before served by Kalia.

It was just that in the next moment, it turned into a chilling voice that turned the spine itself into ice. The silver eye narrows so that it pierces Rugis.

"But betray me, and expose me to the iniquities of others. If the time had come..."

- I will surely give you ruin and despair.

Kalia's heavy and sharp voice made many choices behind Rugis' ears.

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As I thought a long time ago, I'm sure this woman is not even a giant to her distant ancestors.

Brighten your eyes with that in mind. Whatever, the only reason I'm going to be able to move it now is because I only had about my fingertips if I dare to.

Karia gently touches my cheeks and stares at me. Perhaps, but the limbs and body don't feel some weight and remember the pain either, it must be that Kalia cares a lot. Contrary to the spoken word, that attitude is tender.

But I had a clear instinct. If we get a little bit squatted right now and have an attitude that rejects Kalia.

Moments, hands or legs or something else. Where I moved it, it wasn't crumbling, metaphorical representation, etc.

I see. The situation is not very good. Apparently, we've had direct contact with a fierce lion's inquest. In the meantime, I'm already bitten by that fang. Right now, that ferocious jaw just hasn't been closed at Kalia's whim. I can no longer resist the appearance of resistance, and when it comes to what I can move, is it just eyeballs, fingertips, and then a delicate mouth?

Quietly exhale, leak. I opened my lips as slowly as I could.

"I hate to say things that are noisy. When will I betray you?"

My voice could have trembled just a little bit. But as conscious as I could of my normal voice, I said: Kalia shakes its fiercely narrowed silver eyes.

"I don't know. Whatever you do, you like to keep a woman waiting. On top of that, if you let go of your eyes, you will flutter and move around towards this way. You're one of us, and you don't even say no to me for loyalty, do you?

Karia's white, thin fingers stroked my neck. It's supposed to just suck, that. But all this time, it seemed like Kalia's announcement that he could kill me at any time. As a matter of fact, Karia's fingertips feel like she's going to easily decide on my meat.

Whatever, I've always been a noisy woman. There was such a sign that it was coming here and its fierceness was beginning to turn into something deeper and denser. That's what I'm talking about. That's terrible.

I wasn't going to be moving around so fast, and I said, with a mouthful of dare to slap a light mouth. Kalia's eyebrows gush, bouncing.

"Really? Whether it's Galuamaria, Gaza, or Belfein, that's how it is this time. You drove me far away at all times, disappearing from my sight. If you do the same thing next time, is that so? Hey, Rugis - Answer me."

Karia smiles thinly, but hardens her eyes, says. The eyes were never there, laughing, etc. If I misspell the word, I wonder if it will work out. I had such a feeling.

Hell, for me, acting differently was a sign of trust.

If she is noble, there can be no such thing as betrayal. If she's stronger than anyone else, she even jumps through the predicament that strikes her. Yes, I believed from the depths of my heart.

But then I started to believe in people who were natural enemies. I used to be frightened, frightened, and could only look with envy at that power, me.

I say as I draw strength from my body and try to embrace Kalia so that it leads to the chair.

"All right, all right. I don't want you to be free anymore."

I knew very well that the voice color was slightly distorted. Well, I wondered what color the guy named Emotion in Karia's chest was now in.

I've never done this before, and I'm going to preface it, and I'm going to carry on the word.

"Actually, I admire the guy who keeps his back. See, it'll come out a lot in knight stories and heroes Tan, Migaku, that sort of thing - how about it, Karia? Will you keep my back?"

And he said, and looked back upon the silver eye, which was staring firmly at him. My eyes slightly loosened to the point where I thought it had frozen.

Karia's lips moved small.