A Wish to Grab Happiness

A fialert beside him says as he bounces his long eyelashes. The words were strangely trembling, which bothered me.

"Rugis. I don't see Kalia, the Beast Knight is the same - though if you want to see how it goes, you can do it."

Some confusion and a voice that even got lost on it. For a fialert, it was a rare voice. For better or worse, she's lost to others or something of a nature that doesn't show such weakness.

The one that was gushing in my skull, the one called distress and weak noise, also chews itself up and drinks it down at some point. I was such a person with Fialert.

No, but that's a long way off. Once upon a time. Sounds silly while I am. How long are you going to be dragging me?

It belongs somewhere else, like her once. She is a fialert-la-borgograd, and that way she must no longer be another human being from whom I know.

If it were, it would be disrespect itself to compare the current fialert with her once. Breathe from the edge of your lips, leaking.

Beneath his eyes was a troubling black mist of elves, ravaging the Great Temple. It is more creepy than refreshing to see the knights of the cathedral, who boasted their name, fall and fall without paying a single arrow.

Is it okay for me to carry this well? Am I missing something big? Even that hunch floats out on the edge of my heart.

Of course, if you take it to Eldis, the tenacious person who created this sight, this could be just moving one finger.

Even the Cathedral Knight seems to be like this, and Karia, and thus the knight of honor, Garras-Gargantia, at some point took heat from the black fog and fell down. Rather, the possibility is much greater than that at some point the two have fallen into some strange place.

Normally, though.

But those two can't be said to be normal. At least, Kalia's for sure. Then it's unlikely that we've both been swallowed by black mist.

It means that the two of them got stuck and disappeared somewhere. I don't know if I moved the place, or if I just can't get it into my sight.

When I said that, then I didn't say what I was going to do, but Fialert turned her gaze to me. Respond with shoulders clasped and fingers gently folded.

The eyes looked to the deepest part of the hallway.

"- Karia told me to leave it to myself, and I asked for it, and I said so"

Then carry on the words briefly and let the lips ripple.

"Then there's nowhere you need to doubt that word. I think so, and so does Karia."

At least that's what I know about Karia. So you don't have to suspect or worry about anything.

Well, there's somewhat of a way to guide its cheapness. But if there's anything like making a fuss about it, he must be pointing his lips and leaking his voice in a grumpy way. That way, as usual, I can't fit in until I forgive it.

So I'm sure it's the right thing to do.

Fialert opened his eyes for a moment and pressed silently on my words like that, after a short while, he pounded and zeroed the words.

"... yeah, right. Karia is your guardian, your shield."

Guardian, shield. That's not what I said. Apparently, Karia liked her title a lot.

So I don't deny it either. Besides, the once scorched hero will protect you, it's more reliable than that. Just a little bit, though I'm afraid to keep putting it aside.

Even then, I guess Fialert tried to go on saying something. I saw those little lips open for a moment. But he couldn't help but wrap it up after desperately trying to pick a word. Only a few white breaths swayed through the air.

I wonder what happened. Something's not right from earlier.

I thought I'd encourage you to talk, but an outside word is something you can't even try to pull up once it's jammed. Especially in battlefields like this, it can be difficult to even speak up.

And.

Guessing their mood or relaxing their mental distortions is something a calm, sane person should do everywhere.

Otherwise, it will either work or it will unnecessarily hunt them down.

- That way I'm not cool or sane right now.

My vision remained at the bottom of the hallway. Try to force your lips to break, say.

"Besides, fialert - no, my accomplice. Naturally, it doesn't mean we can swallow either."

Even while I say it, my lips fight and my whole body loses its breath like it's tied up.

The moment you put them in your sight, the organs that dive into your body all become just chunks of meat to stop them from moving. The blood was quickly retreating, and the flesh was deprived of the heat. The exhaling breath is blue and white everywhere.

Still, there is no pain anywhere in the body about what happened. Instead, there was something about the back of my chest.

Open your eyes. It was the only place in my body that functioned truly. If only we could move that way, it would have been enough.

At the end of the sight, in the deepest part of the hallway. Gold was there, as if to divinely cast the black fog technique elaborated by Elf's long Eldis.

- That is, two of my burning heroes and a childhood tame to the Virgin.

My eyes, they narrow. My cheeks are naturally paralyzed, I see.

Is that a reunion pleasure, or is something completely different dancing around beneath the brain marrow? That's all I could possibly understand.

But whatever it is, it's a great, what a great patrol.

If we're going to set ourselves apart from the tough past where we used to travel, crawl around the ground, it's as if God were going to tell us that we have the right place and the right person.

Nature and emit a voice to Eldis. To see how it goes, even a few guys can't seem to make a grand walk through this black mist.

Then you can lead him where he deserves. It would be easy if you changed the path of the black mist a little bit.

Erdis opened his eyes as if he had seen something unexpected for a moment, but after a loud nod, he bent his fingertips.

The black fog slightly alters the movement, which is captured at the edge of the eye.

I guess we just got along about that time and noticed that fialert also looks like it's at the end of the hallway. Black and beautiful eyes were seen accompanied by distortion.

"You can stay here, Fialert. If it's hard, you can't help it."

I made him tilt the treasure sword and said as he stood up completely.

There is no lie or falsehood in that word. To be honest, there was also the thought that it might be cruel to take Fialert under that glorious hero who was in a bad mood.

But Fialert returns the words in such a way as to kick my compassion in momentum.

"You must be joking. I can't believe I'm waiting here alone. It's terrible."

I'm not going to live my life like it's called laziness, but I'm going to add that way, and the fialert makes my hair twinkle. The voice is as bright as if it breathed back.

Xu gained a glow, his eyes even wrapped in a crisp atmosphere. I was so anxious about something earlier that I couldn't help but wonder where the bewildered appearance had gone.

Fialert's lips, with bouncing momentum, said.

"That night. From the time I took your hand in the ghetto, I decided I didn't care what it was - if you, the accomplice, were on my side forever."

With such, much nostalgic words in hand, Fialert had a grin that seemed to even remember the trance. I thought I heard some footsteps.