A Wish to Grab Happiness

It takes the shape of a person as the faint flaming heat melts the air. I no longer know if there is any flesh or blood left there. It was just a chunk of fire playing, and it even looked like it took that shape for a moment only.

But he did say it right in front of me, with his glaring eyes open.

"Unfortunately, I will die, I have killed death. No longer is he like a migratory walking dead man."

The deceased. Those who died. People who stopped dying. Well, that's a word I remember hearing somewhere once. Well, I heard.

Tidy, burning flames at night distort the sights around you. When you say that a mass of fire is there, the surroundings don't get as bright as they are. Instead, he even seemed to get that comatose flame and sink in extra.

Squeeze your eyes as you grip the sword with both hands. The enemy is no longer the flame itself. Can you slaughter that one? Besides, the enemy is a demon. I don't even think I'm just going to do the flames.

Once upon a time, that journey I was still just looking down. Among them, there was this one. Is this etc., to be exact?

They deal with something different from magic and spells. They trample and crush humans as they deserve. After the catastrophe, people feared its demonic form, which had sprung up neglectfully.

Whatever it is, it's something I've never seen or heard of before. And people naturally fear the unscrupulous. People don't try to understand shapeless things.

So, I guess. Sometimes only people gave them names. To put the incomprehensible aliens within our own sphere at all. Take your name from the demonic form of the Divine Age.

Decapitation officials, enemies of the human species, those with demonic names - where they are clogged, the demons and so called them.

The meat-hunk beast I saw in Belfein was just a monster whose toughness would win. But this Roseau and I are rational, speak the word, and take the appearance of man. That's how it is, while its very existence is heresy.

Strange thing, this one is much creepier than the alien beast.

"What, the deceased will die someday. That's what happened today."

Now, how did the demon end up in a place like this, and in a person named Roseau? There's no way I know that. Just as a matter of fact, I have it in front of me right now. Then there's only one thing to take.

Set up a treasure sword and tap your lips small. He made his legs jump unknowingly and was taking a distance. Cheeks, little sweats licking. Is it because of the heat emitted by the demon, or is it something else?

The flames shake in the wind. No, Roseau's arms, no longer the pillar itself, scattered the flames, scowling the universe. A bouncing flame waves like a whip and drinks the red brick with it.

The likelihood makes me feel like I'm even looking at a fantasy. My brain is going to refuse to understand if this can really happen and what is in my sight. But the heat my cheeks touch is unmistakably true, and that's how I'm fingertipping my life now.

Pushed by instinct, he taps the red brick with his feet. I jumped, trying to keep falling back. That's what I have to do, my spinal cord screams.

The next moment, the flames were in front of me. In the meantime, Roseau's fever engulfs my entire body. The rest of the fever burns my lungs. For a moment, an unlikely amount of heat is blown into your body and your esophagus is about to reflux unexpectedly.

He fled into the darkness at night with the momentum to bring his body down, forcing hot air out of his lungs. I scream like my guts are swollen up. Her heart was palpitating, as if she had had a fever. So this is the demon blow?

Hit him, but hold his cheeks up securely. It was a painful blow, but after one of them, there was something floating in his chest.

Are you trying to say that I won't give you time to rest, Roseau's left arm is roughly swung up. It's like waving your own arm as a whip. The left arm became a flame, and the flame became a snake and swam through the universe.

Leaking out of her lips for a moment, still hot exhaling, keeping an eye on the fiery snake. It would be appropriate to deal with this around Eldis or Fialert.

Open your body so that it responds to the flames. And he set up the flame with a sword. Moments, the back of my hand is burned thin. Naturally. Normally, it's insane to let the flames go. Smells like burning, but poked his nostrils.

Return the wrist, keeping the hot skin intact. That's how he made the violet run through the orbit carved by the flaming serpent. A firepillar standing in front of him is torn apart as if it had been torn apart by a storm.

At the same time, the border between the torso and the left arm, where there would have been shoulders, was determined with a treasure sword. Roseau's body is wrapped in flames, and he's no longer sure if there's meat there, but he does feel it in his hand. Undisputed, breaking meat and bones, that feeling.

The flames shake as if they were boring. In Roseau's flesh, which became a vortex of fire, I could just see its eyes shining up close. There still seems to be some meat left, but whenever it is slaughtered, it peels off.

Is it because of that? The next blow Roseau showed was no longer human. Roseau sticks out his right hand, turned into a flame, and grabs the air flat in his hand.

That's all. That's all I did - the air blew up.

Ears, empty chunks split. The sound of gunpowder bursting and momentum. I don't know what the point is, but there's more to ridiculous places to work. I have something on my cheeks that I don't know is heat or pain.

But still. There was one certainty in the depths of my chest.

Step into the heat and open your eyes. Has there been a spark in my eyes, my eyeballs, hot?

Push up the treasure sword as if it were heaven. That way, after that, it just stays in the orbit the treasure sword draws, breaking through the flames. Purple electricity carved a single line into the sky.

- The wind, it rings. The flame that covered the flesh was crushed by a treasure sword, and the meat of Roseau, which remained slightly, was exposed to the sky.

Pay off the unwrapped flames as you wave the treasure sword. Both the heel and the extinguishing fire powder seemed to make some noise.

"I'm sorry, I've never fought in a fire before."

And. This guy named Roseau has yet to lose his humanity somewhere. It is true that the behavior is no longer the devil himself, nor can the artists who deal with it be very much human beings.

Though the flame itself and the fruit of what happened, he still retains the shape of a man. The way you step in your legs, the way you wave your arms, the way you move your gaze. Everything is no different from how you are human. Besides, it's like an amateur when it comes to fighting.

Then I'm not going to die. Did you find out whether you were in flames or not? There's no way I'm going to die.

Kalia's sword flashes were even more killer than this, Helt-Stanley's blow was heavier. Compared to my master, Roseau's blow lacks too much willingness to be vicious.

Convinced. Roseau, a monster called the Demon Man, is still clinging to humans somewhere. I don't even know why, but that's for sure. If so, kill within the present, snap your neck. You should.

Now this demon should decay without even knowing his roots - the original.

Once upon a time, Eldis shredded the life of the deceased. She grinded the meat to the point that she didn't even leave any shards, and that's how she chewed it up in the end with that spell.

I can't possibly behave like that on a boulder. Instead of spells, you can't use magic in the first place, and it would be difficult to shatter and scatter it. But oddly enough, my guts didn't freeze out in fright, but rather, I just had a strange fever.

Yeah, naturally. What the hell is this guy? The demon named Roseau, he waved to my friend, didn't he? How dare you? Well, it's something you've done ridiculously. There is so much nausea that my guts seem to turn upside down. An indescribable frustration had been crawling around my back since earlier.

Once, there were those people who treated me like a human being, who was still nothing but a dove rat. These are the people who pulled my hand when I sipped the mud and could only drool my head pitifully. This passion is not the same as a vision of a hero or a scorch. Friendship or that you should call dear.

That's why Bruder can't possibly know anything about me right now, and he can't remember any emotions. But in my chest, he's my bad friend all the time, and the regret that made him die once.

My heart was burning and trembling.

"You burn down here. Don't worry, I'll lend you a few hands."

There was a painful fever in my chest.