A Wish to Grab Happiness

A roar crumbles and flies through the red bricks. Its appearance in the midst of darkness at night is like a flock of bats. What accomplished that was a wave of Roseau's arm.

Roseau's arms aren't nearly as thin as they are, but he's still just human that, no matter how he looks. Not very much, but it doesn't look like it's going to end up like playing bricks laid on the roof all at once. Normal, if any.

I mean, that's the anomaly itself. Bruder played the silver flash at his fingertips, whining deep in his chest.

Needle brilliance, like letting you dive into a wave of red bricks. Aimed at Roseau's neck and heart. That slips through the gap in the sky exactly. I don't know how much small craftsmanship passes into this anomaly itself. That's better than not doing it.

Will not my needle pass through the body of that which is no longer Roseau? Elsewhere such a blueder's anxiety, the needle chopped through Roseau's neck and heart with such ease that it clapped out. Blood disappears into darkness at night.

It's a special long needle with a return. If you try to force yourself to pull it out, your throat and heart will burst that body, and you will no doubt be doomed.

Bruder turns his gaze toward Roseau's body as he flicks his lips. If you are a helpless opponent in this, you should genuinely replace the common sense within you. Whatever you do, be a human or a warcraft, it's common to die if you crush that core thing.

"God said. You're a fool who shook off salvation and pursued his own wishes."

However, Roseau grabbed a long needle pierced his neck and heart with both hands and let it go. Although there is no sharp and pointy return.

Naturally, blood pops out of the heart like turbidity, and the neck plays the skin to discolor the body red and black. Still, Roseau took another step forward, without even showing fright.

Bruder felt the brick splash and something like heavy pressure approaching his cheek.

"That's why it's so different."

The moment Roseau's words touch his ears, something nasty licks his spine. There was a strange sense of oppression when they said that what they were saying was nothing more than nondescript bullshit, but still after being shown what they were.

Bruder kicks the roof hard and bounces so as to escape the weight of the air. I don't like curving around in unstable scaffolding. It's more my specialty. Throw a few needles at Roseau while keeping your body twisted in the air. The next time I targeted you, those knees.

How it works and what that is. Not very much, but Bruder has no idea. I'd rather turn my back because I think I've even had nightmares.

No, if it had ever been, it would have been, as it should have been. By and large, if you're going to work as an assassin, you should withdraw when the other person notices you.

However, at this time, it is no longer an option that can be taken. Early on, I kicked that thing in the ass.

Roseau said. Bad news is that Rugis is coming here.

What the hell will he do when he sees this enemy? Normally, you should leave. Because it's weirder to deal with such an unfamiliar foreign object.

Even so, it's a strange thing. I can't imagine my employer turning his back on this foreign opponent. Even chewing tobacco while holding up his cheeks, I think I'm even going to tell him how I killed him.

That's why we're leaving.

Bruder's eyes open and his body jumps around on the roof busily. Every time I let my legs touch the roof, I threw a needle at Roseau. Next, both elbows. Next up are things like wrists and ankles. If a needle pierces that flesh even though it is foreign, you may be able to sew your joints together and do it. It would be worth doing, albeit marginally.

My employer is a benefactor.

I don't care to talk about myself in a way that I know everything about me, and I'm still unhappy about swinging people around right away. But because he was there, he took his hands together with Vestalinu again, and in that way he was no longer just a crap to die, and thus he managed to survive.

Oh, yeah. Finally figured it out. I wanted to return the favor. Just like Vestalinu, no, I'm sure he feels more thankful to his employer. That's why I decided to go after that back again. That's not true. Can you forgive me if I give you a favor unilaterally and not give you time to give it back?

Bruder sees Roseau receiving a needle in his body without avoiding it, even sticking a thin grin on his expression. That's why this foreign object - no, the demon kills here. Even if the enemy dies, kill him and show him.

That's what I thought, it was when I drove my limbs and put the needle up again. Second, discomfort runs to my fingertips. Until earlier, I certainly shouldn't have felt it, feeling it.

- The needle, it's hot.

Not so much as overwhelming, but the needle is certainly feverish. Dead snow now. It is not the case that needles freeze or have heat. In your hand, did you grip too hard? Bruder held his fingers back to the bending needle. Still, hot.

No. This is unmistakably the needle itself is feverish. Moreover, the heat gradually becomes stronger as if it were to burn. Hot, hot, hot. I can't have it anymore.

My heart runs a strong palpitation. This is the anomaly. My gaze turns toward the demon in front of me.

Roseau's eyes were glowing brightly as they burned in the dark. Whatever you think of that, it's not a human eye.

"Do you want to stop the needle? Then give me a bronze statue or a stone. I hope you're standing there."

At the same time as the words, the needles pierced Roseau's limbs, whimpering. Leaking smoke, he leaks his screams as he lets his body pull up.

An enormous amount of heat is emanating from the demon's body. That melted the iron and distorted the ambient air. In it, so much heat that even the hall itself is likely to collapse.

While striking his tongue, Bruder throws a needle that remains pinched in his finger. I've been waving my samurai hand for a long time, but I can't help it either. I no longer just had it and my fingers seemed to rot in the heat.

What is it, something? Bruder's back spasmed for a moment to show fright.

The situation sucks, to say the least. The needle, which was my weapon, did not pass, and I was even restricted from using it at last.

History speaks of demons - that is, servants of great demons and enemies of mankind, who, for the most part, end up killed by heroes or brave men.

But I am an ordinary man. Then you can't poke a blade at them or find a great ploy. Bruder no longer inhales and exhales air with heat.

Then I'll scratch you ugly. At least let's stick it out until we can cut a thousand limbs. That way, maybe your employer will admit that he did well, too.

Such a sad or ridiculous thought rises within the heart of a blueder. That's because I had this strange certainty in my chest that I was no longer helpful.

Whatever, it wasn't just the needles that got hot. Bruder swallows his spit as he tries to bite his back teeth off.

- My body itself, it's hot. As if the heat were gushing from within.

I don't think so anymore. Bruder was in his cheek. Yes, he shrugged, then laughed. An employer appeared on the back of his eyelid.