A Wish to Grab Happiness

Roseau blinks her eyes thinly, remembering so much heat that she is about to zero out of her own lips. While I remember the feeling that my whole body can be replaced by something, I don't feel strange and bad. No, it's very clear. I've never felt this way before.

- Anyway, my half of my life was filled with something burning and burning.

In my identity, in my gold coins, in my beauty, and above all in that way I kept on rushing to correctness. They don't reach no matter how much you wish or reach. Never in Roseau's hands did they roll down, even as I stacked my days diligently. The more I wanted it there, the farther away my wish went, and even though I thought I finally got something, it fell right out of my palm zero.

There's nothing in Roseau's hands, not yet. One shard of sand and it wasn't left behind.

That's why I was scorched. I hoped many times that I would burn everything down while I could. When, instead of hoping to grasp something, hating them, burning them to the ground was what made me want it.

That's why Roseau thinks this is the sight he wants.

The heat leaks from the inside of my gut. A dry body, oddly enough, kept driving. Isn't this like a monster or a demon? I don't think I'm human at all.

But you're not human, so what? It's good with the monster, I know you're a demon, but I don't mind. This is my wish, too. I, the aspirant, wanted this.

From the bottom of his head, Roseau remembered the feeling that something had fallen. I don't know what that is. But, well, I don't know, it doesn't matter.

The righteous shall be burned for their righteousness. O wrongdoer, be burned for his wrongdoings.

No one can escape this flame. As long as a person is a person, he or she will envy or hate someone. It is this flame that burns the emotion. Your emotions burn you down.

The assassin, Philose-Trait, even that vice. As long as it is an organism with passion and scorch, I will surely kill you.

Behind Roseau's ears, a majestic bell sounds. That's terribly comfortable. It is as if you are receiving the Book or the Gospel in its body. A tremor of the mind as if the world that had never given itself one smile had finally turned its gaze towards this direction.

Blessings drown in my ears, even though I said that it was the salvation that could be given to something that drowned my head on God.

Good, that would be good. If it is your wish that is given, you need nothing else.

The sound of a majestic bell, the sound of which, at the same time, an indescribable voice struck his ear.

- The beast of robbery defended itself harder than anything else, and the burning deceased died. Everything remains their wish.

Such a mocking sound no longer sounded like Roseau.

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Heat sprays up from Roseau's body, and the long needle pierced by the savings dissolves and disappears like a candy worker. Bruder's eyes were slightly flattered by the heat.

Players, immortals, spouses of the night.

Many of those words ran through Bruder's head. That's exactly what Roseau looks like when he takes a long needle with his body and sets it up flat.

It's a silly delusion. Such heretical beings are both products of the Mythical Age, even though they are only pre-Artius beings. There is no longer in the world a hero chosen for his destiny, a valiant man spoiled by God, or the magic of bringing men back to life. It's just a little bit, there's just some leftovers left.

Oh, yeah, but there's nothing.

Then there's only one thing to accomplish. Just roll your body over the stage. Bruder grabs the needle he was getting into his nostalgia and forces him to throw it all at Roseau. My hand made a distortion.

A silver needle running through the darkness at night runs through the hollow like a brilliant meteor, and at the end of the day is destined to burn out. A thin needle is no longer even hostile to deciding Roseau's meat.

Of course, I know that. Besides, he won't even be frightened if he stabbed him. Then I guess I'll just have to use it for my eyes. At least, Bruder did.

For a moment when the needle burns when it touches Roseau's heat, between the few moments when they raise smoke. Bruder's leg kicks the red brick so he can sneak in there.

Roseau's appearance and behavior must certainly be described as an unusual monster. But if you just take what you do about fighting, it's like being an amateur. Maybe he was an unrelated person, such as a beating.

Then that's where we should poke. Bruder makes his body jump as he feels his heart give him unusual heat. My ankle roared with a driving noise, and Roseau was right beside me, and I could see.

After all, he's an amateur. My eyes are not catching up.

Sure, the needle didn't get through. Even an iron sword may no longer reach that meat. Then you can take one of your arms and slap him from the roof to the ground. Then this monster should be able to handle a little too. With such a human idea, I don't know if I can really kill a demon, but it would still be better than not doing it.

Bruder's arms tangle through Roseau's right arm, which remains defenseless. He turned his back so as to deflect his opponent's center of gravity as he tightened his joints to distort them.

Killing joints and smashing your center of gravity is the usual means in alley fights. The way Bruder threw his whole weight threw one man enough, even her thin body girlfriend. It's a familiar way for Blooder to slap his head on the brick wall.

But that's a story if they're still normal people. Bruder realized it now.

Roseau's body is frightened by how much Blooder tries to put on his entire weight.

It's like pulling the tail of a mighty dragon and even trying to throw it away, the feel. One fingertip and I can't move. Not to say spine, but the feeling of blood being lost from everywhere in the body was in the blueder. My eyes harden.

"- Goodbye. Happiness."

Roseau's face turns to madness after he says it in a behavior that just doesn't say it's all over. The eyes are peeled off and the teeth meshed are so sharp that they appear to be fangs. Thus, his arm, which remained entangled with the blueder, was easily shaken.

- Goo, ooh.

Bruder is not sure if that took the form of sound. I just understood that a chunk of wind made me play the back of my ear and rocked my skull like a storm. Instead of back and forth, I don't even know up or down. I can't even figure out what I look like right now. I just understand that you're complaining of so much heat that your heart and guts are going to burn.

It's been a while since something dropped.

It wasn't until such a stage that Bruder finally understood the situation that his whole body was strongly struck by red bricks, dripping blood as if his skull had broken. The heart is hot and distorted, and the body no longer emits caged heat as if it had been burned out.

If you notice, your right hand was pointing in an impossible direction, your body is going to collapse just by moving one fingertip. Instead, I can't wait to see that there is still life. So much shock, I was given.

I finally understood after taking it with me. That, with one arm, makes humans and others gently pull down, that's what it is. Exactly must be a demon.

Scary. Oh, my fear bites my neck muscle. Bruder accidentally rang his teeth trembling.

It is a coincidence that he was thrown on the roof. Did you happen to have that monster force applied or subtracted crazy, or didn't you think of anything? If it had been thrown outside the roof, it would have been dead by now. He should have died in the dark at night just letting his bones and blood bounce unnecessarily.

That's what I thought when I helped. I've already blown my mind and such. Now I'm just scared. I'm afraid of that one.

The support, also known as the support that was lurking its body in the back of Bruder's chest, splattered in one swing. Similar to the melted and burnt needle, the determination held in its chest also melted off brittle.

Originally, a girl named Bruder was a mortal. Even in the past, he threw everything aside, hoping only to die, and in the end he decayed into the soil of Berfein at the hands of his real sister.

Originally happiness for a human like her is such a thing as living mediocre as a village daughter in the country, walking the path where no storm or snowstorm can occur, and surviving through all the pain. She's just such a mediocre person. I'm sure if fate hadn't had a seizure, he would have lived without gripping a single weapon, girl.

That now speaks of mercenaries, cutting themselves in pieces for more than a day, and finally came to this place.

Not as strong as Kalia, not as faithful as Mattia, nor as strong as Rugis. I came here with nothing but one person.

Bruder's body remains bleeding and slowly decays. It must be because you're lying on the ground, sounding good, hearing. That's a little footsteps away from me. Perhaps Roseau and the others no longer assume that they are dead. Or did you feel there was no point in putting your hands down anymore?

Lying, Bruder thinks out of breath.

You just have to stay down on the ground. That way we'll have no enemies, and maybe we'll be back in strength enough to move a little. Besides, you can't die right now. All hail, then. If you no longer have to confront such a scary existence, there is nothing more.

I already want to get away with it. Facing that was a mistake in the first place. Yes, even if it must be. This is indisputable - indisputable, what. You mean it, but you say it.

Bruder grabbed his left hand fist, still safe but trembling, and opened his mouth. Brown eyes open.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!

That's how I barked at night.

It must be the reason I forced myself to open my throat, the blood that accumulates in my mouth refluxes and involuntarily spills in. Still, he breathed in the air and continued to spew out a line of sounds. I don't know if that's a scream or something. At least we know that he doesn't deserve to be an assassin.

He changes his attitude on the red brick with the thought of pulling off his whole body of meat and slaps his foot on the roof. Is this what you mean when meat is torn? A broken bone in the body screams, and the screams strike the body with severe pain.

Don't move, the body speaks so lightly that it can lead to fatality.

Even if I knew. Bruder trembles his teeth and leaks his exhale as he even floats something close to tears in his eyes. I know, my body is the limit, and it's stupid to defy that monster. The fear has not yet escaped from the body. No matter how much heat your body burns, that's a fact that never changes.

But I don't care if you die crawling around like a loser. Blood drips from the skull, the heart is transmitting so much heat that it burns up.

The spirit of Bruder is never strong. It crushes easily and melts off easily. Everything will give up lightly. However, no matter how much the spirit breaks apart, it will soon be forced to overlap and take some form again.

Stuck, she's everywhere, she doesn't understand anything.

I don't take defeat as defeat. It is not a defeat if one does not admit to any injustice in order to be stomped on the ground.

It is such a distorted spirituality that she did not choose to die of herself, having killed her father in disgrace and deprived her mother and sister of violence. I wanted to die, but I didn't choose to escape. After floating through the throwing giveaways, I didn't acknowledge everything at the bottom of Sang Min.

- No matter how helpless, no matter how unusual, I haven't lost yet.

Standing up as he dragged his broken right arm, dyed the red brick black with his own blood, Bruder barks. Roseau stopped his leg at some point and looked at this one, watching.

"It was a long and early reunion, demon. You were going to kill me."

Try to make him pull a rubbed cheek, laugh. Not very much, but not something that could have moved. How dare you bark, I think to myself. Still, I still haven't lost or anything, so the grin is set to float.

Vision is sumptuous. I no longer know how Roseau sees this one. I just spit out a chunk of blood stuck in my throat once, for a moment.

- Huh, n.

I heard something heavy ripping the wind. Almost at the same time, the heat that was enveloping the air explodes. Roseau's footsteps, which had been echoing from earlier, stopped.

What happened? I can no longer be perceived by Bruder. I wasn't even willing to try to understand the situation. The force falls naturally, out of the body.

But I thought that would be a good idea. Because only that floating voice that strikes my ear knows whose it belongs to.

"Oh, Bruder. Stop it, it's been a while since I've seen a friend in a coffin."

Yeah, it still is. He's the only one who talks about himself as a friend or something.