A Wish to Grab Happiness

- So who was going to kill me, huh?

In front of the Philos Castle Gate, from the time I heard his words, one sure stain had been born inside Roseau's chest. It's a strange certainty that he, Rugis, must be the same as himself.

The one who leads the soldier but exposes himself before the enemy soldier, giving him his neck to show, the one who shouts to God to try and kill himself now.

Yes, it's the same, he is. He, like himself, doesn't think he needs as many shards as his life. That way, I undoubtedly disgust and even hate something deep down in my heart. I don't know who that person is, but I continue to have so much passion that I can never hide it.

That's why I think. The essence of Rugis is neither vice nor great evil. It's one of my own kind, one of my own flashy enemies.

"You don't think this world is stupid, my enemies are alike."

Roseau says, cutting his burning lips off. Lightly, so that we can talk. Keep your talents to yourself.

No one in this world is right, no one is right, he hates people somewhere. I couldn't eat bread today, I didn't get on the bunk, my parents were killed in front of me, my daughter was trapped by soldiers, and my lover's remains were trampled on the battlefield. The seeds of misfortune and hatred are sown everywhere.

Even so, he always behaves like he's right to assume that, just because he has nothing to do with hatred.

And while they're at it, once they're ready, they just keep spitting out that sentiment like crazy. Isn't that true even of the citizens of Philos?

She, Philos-Trait, who had her heart burned, was the right one. I think of my citizens, I love them, and sometimes I even buy a hater to get out. He was more right and worthy as a ruler than anyone else.

How about that? Once he hung a plank of wood around his neck as a treacherous man, the citizens threw stones at her and unleashed him with a stick. There was only so much to count, such as what sheltered her.

In the end, they don't think anything of themselves, they just live their days as a coma doll driven by hatred. It's a masterpiece, but it's like a comedy actor himself.

That's why I think Roseau. They deserve it. Truth to her that there is only hatred and malice in this world, too. Let's teach them that that's what's right.

Roseau grinned to mock herself as she continued to speak. Lips in flames, waves.

"How dare you say that, but I'm not denying hatred. Rather, affirm all hatred in this world."

Because it's like that, I think we should burn it all down. The people who deny hatred, the actors who treat them as if they were nothing and tell them how they are right.

Let's beat the shit out of them. Let the abominations that dwell in your breasts burn and boil, and fill the world with righteousness and hatred.

Because Roseau believes that's what's right in this world. I can say with certainty that burning hatred is the root, the primitive, of me.

"Your kind. You would be the same. The fuel that those two legs have carried you so far is nothing short of hatred."

Roseau spoke softly as he roughed his breath in front of him, turning to Rugis, who opened his eyes. Rugis' gaze just pierces Roseau.

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Hate, hate. In your chest, whine gently. Listening to Roseau's words, which were spoken lightly, I thought of one sight behind my lid.

That's what I once saw, memories of my journey. The bottom of the land I once saw. What, at the end of it, was filling the depths of my chest and thrusting my body like that?

Now I have to ask, it's as hateful as Roseau says it is. Selfish, crude thoughts everywhere. Can you deny that now?

The sun-like hero had everything I didn't have, and Joon-young the Knights was strong enough not to put it on my teeth. The Sorcerer's Palace, the Elf Princess, and so on, Arueno. They were so glorious that they couldn't even reach my fingertips.

Oh, I hated you, or I envied you.

Sometimes I was stomped, sometimes I was kicked in the face of dignity. How many times have you bitten your teeth into that being that will never reach you alone? How many times have you licked humiliation? No salvation, no pieces of respect, those days. That routine that makes you nauseous just to evoke.

If you think about it, I'm sure Roseau and I would be alike. That's not true. If he's had days like mine, I guess he should even take his hand. At the edge of Roseau's words, there was certainly something reminiscent of it.

My heart is so hot that it burns. I said, distorting my lips, clutching my cheeks up.

"Roseau, I am. I can't deny your words. Hatred was a familiar thing, and I don't know how many times I held envy. In that sense, you and I are the same."

No matter how I scratch, I can't deny the hatred in my chest. I'm sure I'll live with this coma snapping my gut all the way up ahead, I guess.

Hey, guys.

I tried to distort my mouth and inherited the words.

"- But still of the same kind. Then, no. There's only one difference. You burned, I burned. That's all."

Rough exhalation leaks out of my mouth. The very exhalation through your throat is going to burn out your airway. With his left hand, he is forced to hold the treasure sword. There was dull pain swirling in my temples. Far away, slightly moving things are visible.

Only there, I can't tolerate it. I didn't want to burn the heroes I admired with hatred.

"Well, I wanted to kick their ass. I didn't want to disparage them - I wanted to shoulder to shoulder with them."

Oh, something strange is about to come up from the heart.

I wanted to reach out to those glorious heroes. I didn't just want to follow their backs, but to be able to walk the road together. The only thing that was fundamental to me was that dazzling vision. I'm glad I even threw my life away for that.

That's why I'll tell you. Me and Roseau are alike. However, it is not homogeneous.

"... too bad, really. Then I will burn you to ashes, my enemy."

The words of Roseau, who speaks so, were as if they had come out of the truth of his heart. The emotion in the heavily distorted eye is even reminiscent of pity. Really, that look that seems sad everywhere.

Set up a treasure sword with only your left arm so as to respond to Roseau's words. On his right shoulder, he placed a blade.

The body is no longer like the roasted meat itself, and the skin makes a burning distorted sound. This sensation is like being steamed from the inside. Strange though, there was another fever behind it. There's a much more pleasant fever, not to be burned.

My eyes burn. I saw a shadow moving.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Roseau. I'm here to save you."

Me and Roseau. I'm sure there was the same thing at its root, I think. However, what happened could not be the same.

I don't know why. I don't know his past, and he doesn't know mine again. I'm sure they're not even trying to find out about each other. Maybe there's no reason why one button should be hung differently after a while.

- But if you dare, I had Arueno, Mr. Nines, and that's how Grandpa was. That's how he wasn't there. I'm sure it's just a small difference.

With such a trivial difference, he finally burned out even his own admiration. Behind my chest, I have unspeakable thoughts.

Step on the red brick, honking the treasure sword over your shoulder. From Roseau's body again, I could see the fire powder burning up. The serpents of the flames look to this side as they turn their enemies.

Just for a moment, close your eyelids. Make sure you wish on the treasure sword.

- I don't even need to be wished for. That's no longer known to me. If that's what the Lord wants, let's slash and throw it away in one swing. Because I'm a tool for that.

Such a noise kicked my leg as it sounded in my skull. Deposit yourself in the sword with the momentum of no longer falling in.

Roseau's fever shook brilliantly in front of him. The eyes, as always, are burning with flames. Red was baking the night.