A Wish to Grab Happiness

That was a kind of unusual sight. Roseau and a knife pierce the back of the man who so named him, and a throwing axe bites in his belly. The blood just behaved like it had been freed from its body and messed up in the hollow, defiling the night.

If it's normal, that's all it takes to make people die. Even if you retain some form, in a few minutes, your heart will be lazy and your soul won't even be able to cling to your body.

Even so, Roseau did not seem to show such signs, but rather to be bathing in his own blood to further enhance his vigorous behavior.

Eyes, gaze. Blood bubbled around him, and the pierced weapon distorted his appearance, I could see.

Like heat or flames swirling all over your body. It's not like magic or cursing again.

Behind the lid, you can see the image of the beast of God seen in the mercenary city of Belfein. At the same time, there was a noise in the back of my ear that I didn't even want to hear. A strangely majestic, deafening sound that slowly scrapes away the bones.

That's all, my brain marrow nodded as it was. I thought I understood well.

Roseau, that's no longer human. It was born as a result of God and the others jumping their fingertips, a tough messenger, a demon kind.

"Come on, I don't know how you killed him. - Vestalinu, get a blooder."

But about the moment you and the demon are bitten by a weapon, you have to throw that consciousness away. Now I just wanted that moment. To rush under the blooder.

I don't know if he's been thrown away or if he's taken his own distance, but Bruder is striking that body on the other side where Roseau stands, at the edge of the roof. In the long run, he no longer seemed to spit out blood with full creation. Is this the man who did it? This guy hurt my friend.

Vestalinu listened to me and knocked the red brick with his toe just knowing. It is not so easy to stop her from running with a battle axe and momentum.

So it's my job to keep Roseau's consciousness tilted until Vestalinu rushes to Bruder. Excellent, what an easy way to understand and fit my nature.

While floating, pull out the treasure sword in such a position as to shelter the Philose-Trait who seated him on the roof. Brilliant through the night as purple electricity hissed.

Well, that's what I was thinking about how to get my attention. Strangely enough, Roseau's guy looked straight at me with his eyes wide open, in the face that he was not interested in Vestalinu running aside or in the lying bluder.

It's passionate. I don't have that kind of hobby.

"I can't wait, my enemy. That's what I heard when a bloodthirsty mountain dog came here."

Roseau's eyes are rough as if he had packed the fire. The tone of his voice was also very different from what he had heard in front of the castle gate. At that time it was as if he had shown a gentleman's attitude, but now it seems as if he had spit out his thorny emotions as they were.

Says as he takes the chewing cigarette off his lips.

"The only thing that makes mountain dogs hungry is meat. It must be a human or a god to starve for blood. How about you, Roseau?"

I give Roseau my gaze as I gently carry on the words. Knives and axes that should have been stuck in the body have lost their blades and are thrown on the roof without force. The scratches they put on also seemed to be slowly getting blocked as they sprayed up smoke. Are you saying that the fever is forcing me to block that wound?

The truth is, we shouldn't overlap a blade with such a monster, a demon. There is no Kalia, no fialert here, as there was in the days of Belfein. It would be too convenient to expect immediate reinforcements, although Ann was used as a liaison.

Bruder and Vesterine are not very good, but they can't help. Philose-Trait goes beyond saying.

Then clogged, when I clean everything up by myself, is that it? Oh, my God, it's so easy.

"I see. Then we're human beings to each other, Rugis - Rugis-Vrilligant"

Roseau's expression is delightful, yet somewhere dangerous. It's like you're forcing your body up just because of the high spirits, such a dangerous way. If that heat blows up even for a second, that's going to cost you your life.

But I didn't expect to be called the Great Devil Vrilligant by a raw man who transformed himself into an obvious demon. I don't care what Roseau thinks more than I do. He has a thick skin on his face. Well, I guess I can't start a revolt or anything without it.

I could see Roseau stepping in this direction as he unleashed his words. It's not an unproductive step, a step intended to give authority to this one. Only then can the red brick at your feet smash its body, and the fragments become the murder weapon and play hollow.

Pain in the laceration was slight and ran through the skin. I got slapped on the cheek or for the eyes. That's what I would say, even blindly. It was on the edge of his vision that Roseau shook up his arm so that he could fly. The space between me and Roseau vanishes in an instant.

Two steps later, your vision is lost whether a fragment of red brick has entered your eyes. My skin felt only signs of Roseau's impending fever. Tighten your eyes. One last step, I remember my cheeks being under some vicious pressure. The pressure was so close, so imminent that it could easily cause the cranium to pull off.

After that, zero steps - in time.

Moments, he opens his eyes, roars the treasure sword and draws out purple lines at night. Running from top right to bottom left, that. The sound of a flash breaking through the hollow was pleasantly echoing in his ears.

The blade of the treasure sword bites the flesh of the enemy and causes it to bounce blood. Ahead, I felt stiff. It is specific to the spine at the root of the body when it is crushed.

The discord where meat and bones intersect in the body strikes the earlobes. A gut called Roseau's gut was grinning and screaming.

Returning blood on cheeks and arms, strange fever. Ju, there was a sound like something could be burned. But I don't mind that.

After slashing Roseau's upper body into a slap, he slaps Roseau's shoulder against his body as he wields the treasure sword. If possible, I was going to jump him like a ramp.

But much, much heavier. He collided with his entire weight and Roseau only slightly retracted his heel. Impossible. Whatever you think, it's not the mass of each person, is it?

The feeling and pressure that paralyzes the spine strikes the body. If he let his legs jump and half-body, Roseau's palm decided on the space he had until now. At his fingertips, he sees something like:

I see. If you take that blow somewhere in your body, the flesh will decide on the spot. The blood will boil, and people will die as it is. I had such an indisputable feeling.

But there is also no point in flames that don't scorch the skin so that the blade that doesn't rip the meat doesn't make sense again. It would be the reason I forced myself to aim and stretch my palm. Roseau's attitude leaned a lot.

Return the sword blade that was left unshaken. My wrist rang slightly.

Dissolve the weapon and call it a woundless demon, and the figure is a man's. Then you can amputate your limbs and half of your body so that you can't drive it. Same thing if you can't move without breathing. Tear the weapon apart faster than it burns and faster than the wound covers and hides it.

Half a step, step in. Enough time is enough. Distance, not just about meat, but about shattering bones as well.

It was found that the inflamed blood fell on my cheeks. Close your eyes. Secure your legs and drive your body so your hips circle. Purple electricity swung out as if it was integrated with the arm.

- Moments, black purple carves a semicircle into space, breaking hollow. A few moments later, a red line entered Roseau's belly.

of blood, flash. A definite feeling is overflowing in both hands. A unique touch that wipes away the guts in your belly and a dull paralysis when you slash and throw away your bones.

Roseau's torso slips off his lower body as if he had lost support. I could see Roseau reaching for me with his eyes open and his madness in his face.

Fingertips don't arrive. Only a little fever was burning my cheeks. On the red brick lies Roseau, which became two meats. I could hear the massive blood reflexes spit out by Roseau burning the edges of puffy bricks and military uniforms.

Well, it would be easier if you died here. Wave a treasure sword in the hollow and pay for sticky blood. Smells like burnt, but poked his nostrils.

His body has been broken in two, his shoulders torn apart, and his guts have fallen zero as he makes a burning smell. There was an indisputable death, an inescapable death, if it were meant to be.

But how much does such normal common sense make sense to this demon? Anyway, this very similar being, which I once saw, was broken down into pieces by Eldis, who was the dehumanization of destruction, and did not die.

Then you'll still be dead.

"- You have no mercy. The deviant hunter said it was an escape of prey."

It was no longer like a voice, but a sound of fire burning over each other, as if it were a word.

Roseau's body is enveloped in flames, as if he had already thrown away a shell called meat or blood. I just say I don't want any more flesh-wrapped and skin-wrapped bodies, but I burn them up.

I chewed my lips slightly and made my nose squeal, I said.

"Whoa, you put your hand up to my friend. I'm gonna break your heart. I don't even know what you need to look like, huh?

That's what I said to the burning deceased in the flames. My chest was experiencing a strange fever.