A Wish to Grab Happiness

Your right hand hits and your cheeks are tightened. Feeling the odd pain of the verses, Karia was tying her own body to the ground with full force that was still about to move.

A silver eye that sees the side of Rugis crawling his hands on the big map, occasionally turning into a coma, getting wet. The heart sounded so loud that it seemed to rip itself apart that the pointy dog tooth bit his lip unknowingly.

Oh, I don't like it. It's unbearable. If I can do this, I want to get out of my sight right now, but I didn't see this sight. But without being able to do so, Kalia simply captured Rugis in her sight.

Look at that warm look on his face. I can even see a mood for admiration in my eyes. When I look in the mirror, it's like what's in my eyes.

A look that you want to rush to something, ask for, and even throw away something else and reach for it. Nothing is wrong with that emotion alone. Instead, if it were directed at itself, how full and joyful the mind would be. It's not like I can describe it in cheap terms like happiness.

But it is. It's never me who's in his sight right now. Karia understood it so badly that she didn't like it. Rugis crawls his eyes over the map and thinks of childhood taming and doing things he never even meets far away in his mind.

- Witch Arueno.

When the words came zero out of Largud-Ann's lips, it was Rugis who reacted first. I knew very well that the eyebrows I usually lurk on were all jumping big then.

No one else here will know why. No, in the first place, you shouldn't even have an idea. He said that Rugis has feelings for the witch that are not small, etc.

But I found out. I know.

Karia managed to sway her silver-haired hair as her expression seemed distorted. Hold your fist hard as you try to fold your fingers one at a time.

It's proud, and I even remember the odd exaltation, that others know aspects of Rugis they don't know about. But therefore, crazy thoughts pierced my heart everywhere.

Since the first time I had him at Garrist, there have been times when I can't say it's any shorter. But he doesn't even bend Rugis' heart right now. He just keeps his eye on childhood.

Even if I turned to this side like I occasionally had a whim, I would soon turn my face to another. What a selfish, what a terrible guy. If you hadn't turned your back on me once, you could have lied to yourself.

"... there's no way to follow a missing witch. You can't grab the sky without your feet on the ground."

Karia didn't think, and said so to slash off the topic. I was desperate to keep my lips down so my voice wouldn't tremble. Otherwise, because even a voice was going to sound like a weak girl. There's no way I can expose such an unusual imitation.

Ann nods softly too, as she agrees with the words. Originally, I guess the topic of the witch Arueno was also added to the degree of supplementation. I didn't even have a bare look at Karia's words.

Thanks, I honestly think Karia. More than this, I didn't want to see Rugis think of childhood taming and doing it, and I couldn't stand it.

If it's possible, I'd even like to reprimand you for how long you're immersed in the past. The heart of Karia is paralyzed to fight. Rugis, whose silver eyes still looked at the map, was caught. Can't a childhood familiar face get away from the back of his brain? Lips, distorted.

Isn't it me who followed your journey and fought with you? I pulled your hand, waved my sword, and knelt down to swear that it would even be a shield that way. Is it still not enough? Then what should I do?

I just wanted to say, yes, while I was stuck with Rugis. No shame, no shame. How much easier would my chest be if I could. However, Kalia's lips are tightly closed without emitting any of them. From the moment I thought of it in Gaza, I thought of it over and over again, the sight. But that kind of imitation can't really be done by Kalia.

It was because of the innate temperament of Karia that such an unusual imitation could not be made, and because of one passion squatting in her chest.

- What if? Forget everything and look at me, say so. In case they reject you.

As soon as I thought of it, Karia found herself cold as if her brain had frozen. In front of me is bright, something cold crawling through my spine.

Hold your own body with a bare gesture like a pair of hands. There were sudden signs of uncomfortable conditions in the tent. Just like at some point, there's a scare running at my fingertips.

"Finally, then, Master Rugis. As for the residence between the dead and the snow..."

Ann cut it out with a slightly nervous mouthfeel. Her gaze flutters as she wanders astray.

A place of residence in Rugis. The point is, is it the walled city of Galuamaria, which is the main site of the crest religion, or the kingdom of the elves, the aerial garden of Gaza? Come on, I was wondering which one to choose. That would be the story.

Karia had Ann's voice on her ear as she managed to get her breath ready. I can see the one that intertwines between Virgin Mattia and Queen Eldis becoming somewhere stiff.

Those two are very, not serious. Yes, I don't know. Karia figured it out. Just as they remember being obsessed enough to burn their chest to Rugis, they must also have something else at the bottom of their guts. I can't say enough about myself right now that it's a bad thing.

If a former self sees the present self, what is it called? That's how Karia fit in when she leaked her little exhale. Mattia and Eldis speak up, in between. Like Rugis trampled the place, I said.

"- I made up my mind a long time ago. In the north, stretch your legs to the Flimsrat Mountains. I literally felt like I could burn it. It wouldn't be a bad idea to go cool for a little while."

Karia intuited then. That's more different than the sharpness she's had since birth. It feels like what I've been piling up has been meshed together in a tight, noisy way.

Rugis is neither Kalia nor Fialert right now. I tried to call on someone at the end of the map, not another human being.

No, someone, and blurring must no longer be an escape. I don't know why, but Rugis, now.

- That's what I'm saying when I head north to pick up my childhood training and my hands.

Within that moment. Kalia's silver eyes were sharply narrowed, as if they had shed a faint color and thus regained their native ferocity.

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Northern Mountains Flimsrat. It's not an easy place for people to get in and out. It doesn't go through the streets, and even the maps should only be roughly made. From the beginning, it is natural because it is not a land where people should enter.

Whatever it is, it is not yet the realm of men, and that is not even the realm of warcraft. It's a place where people and warcraft are not, of course, elves.

So where the hell is anyone turning the spacious northern mountain range into a root castle for me?

The story is simple, clogging is not a person or a demon - it is the giants of the original ancestors who make their place their territory. The common name for the Flimslat Mountains is the Titan's Sleeping Bed. Where relics left over from the Divine Age sleep and that's what everyone calls it.

That said, of course, it doesn't mean the giants are walking around there from day to day. Besides, rumor has it that the original giant thing is more gigantic than the mountains themselves. If such a thing walks around, the kingdom of man will blow up overnight.

Giants are just comfortably closing their eyes on their own bunks. That's how I dream forever. Dream of not remembering until the end of this world.

So stay away from the North so that you don't buy that giant's wrath and that you don't end the world that way. That's the bedtime story that kids are often told.

In essence, I don't know if there's a real ancestral giant asleep, and it's been said that many of the giants perished after interacting with people.

It is true, however, that the Warcraft did not approach the Flimsrat Mountains, nor did they attempt to reach the mountains without the grace of the earth, which was difficult to dwell on, even though there were no humans or warcraft. As a result, the giants of their ancestors have not had to vandalize their beds.

Well, if that giant and I really are, I guess we can jump the intruder or something with one of the turnovers. Even in the past, such a presence was to the extent of hearing rumors, and I had never seen anything like it.

No one would ever get so close to the land as they should be, and I'm not as fond of things as turning my legs for no reason with me. But now there is a clear reason. Most importantly, for a reason.

Yes, the Flimsrat Mountains are a well remembered place. I miss you so much. Why don't you just float on your eyelids? The days I hung my legs in the snowfields to Flimslat as my cheeks were pierced by snowstorms. There was nothing in my hand, those days I was just licking humiliation and giving up.

The journey of Arueno engraved on the great map was as if those abominable days had been portrayed as they were. If it is thus the same as it was once, the land of Flimsrat is indisputably to come.

I don't know, my eyebrows are distorted. I found that exhalation, which should be cold, had a strange fever. Though I thought it came a long way. I'm afraid I haven't escaped that day yet.

- If it does, let's just say it's been a long time since we've traced it. Once upon a time, a journey of salvation.

Yeah, but the past seeps out like mud, even if it's running around. Then it would be a good idea to go directly from this side.