A Wish to Grab Happiness

He didn't really change, and Erdis accidentally rolled those azure eyes and spilled a grin on his cheek. My eyes are closed loosely, and behind my eyelids I dance a sight I miss a lot.

That's still a memory of when I was in that tower. It's a sight back then when the spirit was corrupt, knees collapsed, and I hoped so much that everything would be cursed, all I could do was squat cowardly.

He forced Rugis to take his hand like that and said so. Same as now, with selfish forcefulness. I remember what a terrible rhetoric it was.

- Who wants to give up, Eldis? You must be yourself. You're giving up on your own will, aren't you?

The words are still burning hard in Eldis' long ears. I didn't think it was going to peel off. Whatever, Eldis himself didn't want to forget about it.

The first time she heard about it, Erdis thought what a selfish, arrogant guy he was about Rugis.

How well they say what they like about the habit of knowing nothing about themselves. This must be a fool, if you can't help but drag him to the other side and let him cry in front of you at the end of the day.

But the end he led was like something different. He exaggerated not knowing his thoughts, but tore up the battlefield, and at the end of the day he saved himself from the tower.

Of course, even so, it doesn't change that Rugis is of a selfish nature. No, I'd rather say I'm clapping like that now. Definitely.

He enters people's territory on his own, grabs this heart on his own, and then goes somewhere else without knowing anything about it.

Really, I have enough on my own. He's a terrible person.

But if it was this elf named Finn-Eldis who was saved by his selfishness. You can't deny it all anymore. What a terrible contradiction to love the way he looks, resenting his selfishness. Unknowingly, Eldis mocked herself.

Leaks exhalation as he wraps his white gloves around his two fingers.

When Rugis said that he was headed to the Northern Great Mountains Flimslat, he said that the spiritual costumes he wrapped up in were not words he falsely told because it was some sort of fallacy.

At least, he decided where to go with his unique reason and conviction.

I don't know if fulfilling it really sits the enemy witch, the Catholic heartbeat Arueno. But Rugis said it without falsehood.

Then there is no point in Eldis not believing in it. That's what happens when your knight is sure. Every other word will be a great wave to deny him, and he will obey his word only.

Let your shoulders carry a thick coat, tell them Flimslat is a land of extreme cold. It would be an unbearable journey for an elf who would not visit a place with excessive temperature differences.

But for some reason, I don't know that Erdis' hand will stop. After listening to Rugis, all we have to do is run inside that brilliant brain marrow and see how we can trample on Flimslat.

Whatever, nothing else Rugis taught me how to kill a renunciation. The fact that the destination is now extremely cold is not a reason to put together one toe.

What's wrong with the giant's bunk? At the end of a former great defeat, such as the giant in question, a race was forced to celebrate its doom. Even though they were once the natural enemies of the elves, can they now show their frightened backs to such beings?

At the end of Eldis's journey schedule, he put his distinctive fine sword on his hips, a time like that. Emotional exhalation rolls through the great tent of Gaza.

"- Really, I'm going to be stepped into a flimslat, Master Eldis"

It was the voice of Valet, Eldis' maid of honor.

The shades contained in that voice are felt both angry, sad and pitiful. As an elf, it's really precious, and a great way to shake your emotions, Eldis makes your eyebrows shake.

Those who are thus sensitive to the emotions of others are not in the elves.

"I thought I'd go. I don't want to be a fool who strangles himself, like I used to be."

Yes, as it used to be, it's no joke that you're squatting in amazement looking for a reason to give up on your own. Except if Rugis wants himself like that, but unless he does, what makes him that ugly again?

Listening to Eldis, Valet trembles at her fingertips. From that mouth, the emotions that should not be directed very much at the queen were about to come out zero. Eldis could see his eyes fighting the mess.

"You are Finn of Gaza. He is the one who is spoiled by the Spirit and guides our elves. Many brethren await the voice of Lord Eldis, his will!

Really, for better or worse, an elf named Valet doesn't seem like an elf. If you are an ordinary elf, you tell only the facts pale, and if you cannot do so, you will give up early.

Elf time is eternal. Therefore, this species has a fever or obsession with one thing. Even if you wish to tie something up, how many elves can shake your mind for it?

Perhaps the elves' ancestors chose not to disturb their emotions by doing so, but to grow loose and raw as a plant. If that's what you mean, I'm sure Valet is heretical. And so, myself.

Valette said, forcefully absurd her tone, with an excessive emotion in her eyes.

"I apologize for your disrespect. What did Eldis think?"

Not serious.

I guess that's what you want to say, seeing Valette unknowingly jammed the words, Eldis loosens her eyelids.

Eldis slowly opens her lips as she approaches her. A voice echoed behind his ear in the tent.

"- Are you happy to be serious, Valet? If you're serious as an elf, I'm still singing in that tower a raw song that just isn't dead."

I suppose so. Now I think about it. That's when Rugis took my hand in the tower and accepted it. I am no longer serious as an elf. We stepped off the path that was supposed to be straight together.

But I've never thought that was unfortunate. Just, never.

Oh, what a blessing it feels like, rather, the emotion that makes you think of him wander through your chest. What a pleasure. Even gold is no match for this happiness. What an unfortunate thing to think about being in the middle of something like that.

So. Eldis stares at Valet's eyes from the front as she carries on the words. Her eyes moistened as if tears had spilled, and her gloss reminded her of a wet mirror.

In his eyes, Eldis's appearance was clearly reflected. Erdis says, embracing Valet, as he does to his friend.

"Just seven days, give me time, Valet. I want to use my privilege as a fin just for that."

As soon as Eldis told him so, the spiritual ritual ceremony that dwelt on Valet's body slowly, degenerates.

They were some kind of anomaly. The original spiritual formula is not degenerative, it is just something to be exercised as it is. That appearance of transformation may be termed the runoff of the Spirit.

But seeing an improbable transformation, Eldis doesn't make it microscopic. Because I understand that's the essence of what Valet resides in.

The scales of light bounce around the hollow, degenerating the technique that makes up Valet's body and thus the figure itself.

This is too heterogeneous to call spirituality, but still a little short of fingers to call it a miracle. Therefore the elves called it the Spirit Changer.

Eldis' eyelids, instantly. Exactly during that blink, it was all over.

If I let myself loosely and remorsefully go, I was no longer Valet, but myself, in front of Eldis.

Clear blue eyes, hair of the same color. White skin has a beautiful appearance, although it looks as though it is surrounding. There is a mirror and a whole being.

That was the end of what Valet made that meat change.

"You're going to have a hard time, Valet."

The one who looked the same as the one in front of him bows his head respectfully.

"No, because this is what I do - but Master Eldis. I do not know if I will hold it for as long as seven days, having borrowed the power of your Spirit. Be home as soon as you can."

The voice and the deeds are like Eldis himself. If it was Valet, who was originally good at overlapping others with herself, it would be her behavior, but she looked so much like she laughed a little.

Erdis once again stares at Valet's spirituality, nodding as impressed, wearing his hat deeply.

I didn't expect you to let the influencers you should use in this way when a crisis is imminent. I've said much to Valet.

If I go home, I'll try to hang out with her favorite playboard. Even if we're going to cross the night like before, why don't we just accept it this time? Eldis' eyeballs soften and loosen all the time. Anyway, Erdis got sweet when it came to Valet, and it was the same thing for Valet.

Exit the tent with Valet dressed as herself. The soldiers didn't even notice that I was wearing a hidden hat with my hair deep in my eyes, in fact, Eldis himself.

We finally got along when we left the Gaza position, and, uh, Erdis thinks. What does Rugis say when he sees himself trying to be by his side again, dressed in men's clothes?

Will you be happy, will you be shy, or will you be angry? I can't imagine.

But he did. He said he was counting on himself. Then it would be natural to be there somewhat to meet that expectation.

And. There was just one other thing Eldis had to worry about. It's about the spiritual costume that Rugis wore.

That keeps giving him the protection of the Spirit, but on the other hand, it leaves its footprints deep in the soul. Maybe it's time for you to get heavy if you're not around.

Eldis gave a glossy grin on her cheek as she narrowly distorted the blue eye she hid under her hat.

- Rugis, let me give you every blessing and happiness. That's enough that if you lose it, you won't be able to live, something.