A Wish to Grab Happiness

The frigid chill licks my spine. I felt as if the ice had been applied to my skin as it was.

Erdis opens his eyes and performs surgery, remembering a terrible scratch around his throat. The manifestations are black, then heavy enough to likely sink into the ground, sludge and misty swirls of fog.

The Great Temple of Flimsrat, which makes you feel even majestic quiet. The black of the elves covers its white walls, forcing them to tread and vandalize. The momentum replaces the space itself. But don't tell me.

It was a curse. The fog of the curse to subdue man.

Therefore, no one escapes the curse. As long as the subject is a human being, as long as he was once those who left the Spirit's lap, the elf's spell shakes off all causes and consequences to ensure that he is captured in his fangs.

Techniques for capturing humans, capturing them, and harming them.

Spirituality has come a long way from where it was supposed to be. But now this is spirituality. It is this curse that is nothing short of the Spirit's grace. Eldis' blue eyes looked down the hallway. Elongated eyelashes bounce slightly.

Underneath his eyes, the white, cathedral knights are swallowed up and disappeared by one, and another, black. Doesn't die, fog is just something that takes consciousness and gives in to it.

If you hear the name Knight of the Diocese, it's a big name, but it still makes no difference that you're human. If you're human, you're just like a miscellaneous soldier to Eldis. It's too incompatible.

Eldis's lips were slightly wet. The control of the field is not very good. My spiritual art is undoubtedly chewing enemies off the edge and drinking them down.

I care that Kalia flew out of sight with those who gallus, but none of that affects a lot. As long as Kalia draws me to the head of the enemy, I will eventually be able to swallow all of the Knights.

So, there's nothing wrong with that.

That's supposed to happen, but Eldis' guts shrink and are heavy. It was as if the interior of the body had become a hard stone. My back teeth chirp.

Eldis' body was so cold that it seemed to freeze, from the tip of her hair to her toes. I can see that exhalation gradually increases roughness. There is no fever in that breath either.

No matter. I understand so much that this extremely cold earth is unworthy of the elf, and I was prepared to show some distortion if I brought the Spirit into this body in such a place.

Therefore, Erdis does not care about such matters.

Something that sticks to the back of Eldis's brain and doesn't try to peel off like that. It's just the fierce palpitations that my heart beats.

The heart is not just screaming and turning itself away by exaltations and chest tremors. Rather, the cause is of a completely opposite nature.

- Being called frightening or fear is causing my heart to pulse badly.

I don't know who I am. I don't even know why I'm trembling. But Eldis only knew that his heart, which now covers his entire body, was a feeling of fear.

There's something here. Vaguely speaking, that was who the fear was.

Erdis has felt it since he stepped into this great temple, something. Compression as if it were overlooked from far overhead.

Just take its gaze and your cheeks are going to catch on. An excessively intense sign that you will feel hammered enough to drag on your limbs.

The signs went deeper and thus darker from around where Erdis evoked spirituality.

As if resonating, approaching familiar, the.

What is it really? Eldis had understood. But I'm just desperately out of the way of that eye. Scary. Scary. Tough.

Such thoughts scratch Eldis' chest. Emotions I've never remembered or thought about. I even felt like I wanted to get down on my knees and hug my own body in this place right now.

Sweat flowed from Eldis' forehead when he said it was not too hot. Vision is void everywhere. I want to give in. I want this body to squat in the signs of the Lord, the former ancestor.

Yeah, but can you really expose yourself like that here?

Karia-Birdnick waved a blade at the enemy forces without regard for danger in order to attract the enemy's leader. Fialert-la-Borgograd also acts with Rugis.

They're both showing him how they behave.

Then how can you be the only one on your knees? Why should I expose myself to such a difference?

For Erdis, both Kalia and Fialert could be said to remember a certain intimacy through Rugis. It may be said to them that the elves have such feelings for humans that they cannot be compared to what they would otherwise have for humans.

But that's why we're never close enough to give way to each other with ease. At least, as far as he's concerned, everyone has fangs. Just cleave the target, fangs.

Brilliant, with brilliant eyes.

- I'm not giving up as much as shards, Kalia, fialert. I don't even hate hitting the original giant with this hand.

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The black eyes of Fialert-la-Borgograd, in a sort of flashy way, captured the sight.

Elf catastrophe. It's even said to be the curse of the Divine Age. That's what's unfolding right now in front of me. I saw the Cathedral knights proud of the Catholic Church fall in while trying to contain their orbits and chests.

This is exactly what happens when you don't have the skill to do it. He will not be dead yet, but neither he nor anyone can even pull out the edge of the sword and fall.

Excellent. Spirituality called the prototype of witchcraft. Its roots are no longer even divided, but its true essence now manifests itself here.

Wisdom and reason are what Fialert accepts and wants. All of the sights that can be looked down under the eye attract fialerts, attracting black eyes everywhere. As a magician, you are undoubtedly lucky to have been able to conquer this sight.

But at the same time, Fialert feels that there is something that comes up with a smug tremor on her chest. An emotion that is too ugly and unspoken and very unspoken.

That is, jealousy. Tie your chest and burn it. Fialert swallows his spit as he sways his wrapped dark hair.

So natural, I thought.

How can my magic do so much? Can you see enemies with so much control? How easily can you succumb to someone?

The back of my skull solidifies into such thoughts, and my eyes narrow. Not so much, it was thoughtful.

The solution is simple. How could Rugis not take his own hand in this place? I can see how my magic could never be relied upon.

At least not to Rugis. I can't imitate it like this. If it's too heavy to carry, it seems so.

Mouthless.

Even if it was difficult, if he told me, I would accomplish all of them and show them off. With the civil war in Gaza and the disturbances in Belfein, that's how I came.

So even this time, yes. Sure, it would break my bones a little bit, but I'm sure I did what Rugis said and showed it to me. It is so decided. The fingers of the fialert were stiff and tightened.

What, if it were Eldis, would ask Rugis to thank him like a squire, and Rugis would also respond to it easily.

To be honest, it looks like you've been shown a relationship you don't have as a fia alert in front of you, and it's very complicated in your chest. There is no exaggeration when I say I even felt something moisturizing in my eyes.

Whatever. If you ask me to be clear about the relationship between myself and Rugis, a little bit of fialert will also close those little lips.

At first he was an employer and an adventurer, and now he can say so with his peers.

But how about a special relationship? The pledge is still alive. There is no doubt that his own magic, which has bitten his soul, is still wedged where it is.

But if it has anything to do with words, it will be different. There is no shield for him like Kalia, nor did he knight him like Eldis.

If you think about it, you will have miserable, terribly left behind thoughts.

The more you try to retreat from that thought, the more it springs from the back of your chest, even though it's not a place like that now.

- I swore to make him look golden. But if he turns into gold, then what's it worth to me?

Fialert rattled her teeth at the thought of saying so. By his side, Rugis was brilliant in his eyes, I could see.