A Wish to Grab Happiness

Suddenly, it sounded so loud that it bounced off the eardrum. The shock of stirring bones and muscles all over your body and the feeling of blood flow falling out of your limbs and body.

I don't know what happened, I don't even know what they did. However, it was understandable that my body had been thrown into the Temple of the Great Shrine, its floorboards, with the ease of being paid for featherworms.

My eyes are painfully open and my expression is distorted. I'm not even trying to move one of my fingers in the face, even turning my body around biting off my back teeth.

Tastes bad. There is definitely a feeling of something deadly falling out of your whole body. Something close to my soul, not blood, not meat.

My body is sucking up my heat with a Helt-Stanley white blade sticking through it. The treasure sword I was forced to grasp was no longer outside my will.

You bounced me off. I say that without even looking at you with a bare gesture that you're not interested in this one. In thin darkness, only the familiar golden eyes had a faint glow in sight.

"You've come to the Great Temple of Flimsrat or even a place you miss. Often bad things happen here."

That's like whining to yourself. Something shaped Arueno grabbed Hert-Stanley's neck with one hand and lifted his body, moving his lips pale.

It was also an unusual sight. At least Arueno's slender arm doesn't seem to have the force to lift the helt easily. If that's Kalia, I guess not.

Even so, without even showing any distress, it brightens the golden eye while still grabbing up Helt-Stanley.

Something in the form of an Arueno, but not an Arueno. That looked familiar. An anomaly that showed up in the mercenary city of Belfein, at the residence of Mordeau. I said I borrowed Arueno's body or something, that overwhelming demon is there.

Strong back teeth, bite. There was a feeling that the only pain that would directly brush the nerves would strike the entire body and the flesh would be decided as it was.

Die, no doubt this self will be lost. At the end of the day, I clearly understand that I am conscious.

"That's a strange thing. Helt-Stanley is the one who is supposed to be the Messiah, the one who has the soul of a great hero."

Sometimes it's weird that it's the wings that will kill you once in a place like this. The anomaly, he said, seemed not to have a great deal of emotion caged either. The golden eye is slightly pointing this way. It was such an eye, as if to see even the annoying dove rat lying on the ground.

The exhalation leaking out of my mouth is rough. As always, the body is not moving, but is only able to take the word for it. There was just something hot on the bottom of my heart that started to get cold.

"But don't worry. His soul is in my hands again. As the script suggests, let's give him the life he needs to be. For all salvation and all happiness in this world."

My heart rings hard once now. Even though my body was going to be chilled out even now and the one called consciousness was going to be deprived of everything, there was just heat swinging there. The vision is vague as if it had collapsed, and the lungs don't try to take in breath as if it had.

Still, still. Only his eyes were staring at him. Open your trembling lips.

"- I'm sorry. You still like cheap words. Yeah? I'd like you to show up about your good additions and subtractions. Or do you have to borrow people's faces to speak one word?"

Such a fine voice that it is likely to be lost at the time of plundering, leaking into the hollow. Only thing of that magnitude anymore, my throat spit out. There is so much pity. The undisputed enemy in the form of childhood tampering is there, but he won't try to move his hands or legs.

At any rate, I think it might be happier to die quietly while lying on the ground here. No, I'm sure he did.

Whatever you do, at least you don't have to be exposed to a terrible hostility like piercing your spinal cord straight.

It stays in the form of an Arueno, it speaks. Drop inorganic sounds from your mouth.

"I don't know, you're oddly hateful. Maybe it's something similar to Ouffle, Rugis."

It is pale and has no weight or real feeling as a voice anywhere. Something with just overlapping sounds. Whenever that hits the earlobes, fear runs through the limbs.

My throat was dry and my will was about to be blown away. Gold opens her lips as she strokes the hollow. When they called me who I was, I had a saying, but I made a sound like that.

"I am the Divine Spirit Altius. He who is also called salvation and happiness. He who sits in the world and reaches out to you. I guess this satisfies you, Human Rugis."

That's what I said, behaving as if I had just spoken for granted.

Divine Spirit Altius. As soon as I heard the name, my whole body felt like it had moved. The name of God, who is the only God listed by the Catholic Church and also known as the Redemption God. That's who Arueno is and what he's hostile to me now, he said.

I want you to give me a break, it's a totally terrible joke. I understand very well that God is not even busy, but I want you to bring me some more serious anyway. That's the guy who's sane, at least to the extent that words make sense.

Whatever, there's nothing like sanity in the eyes of a guy who's standing right in front of me right now and swinging sounds all he wants. So much so that you don't even know what you're looking at.

Are you even willing to say that what you see is different between man and God? I'm just kidding, so you can't talk to the human world. Drop your delusions as you please.

Arueno's figure - Artius turns to this side in a light footsteps. He says he has a nostalgic figure beside him, but he has a chill sitting on his spine. Even though his body wouldn't move, his brain marrow was alarming him to run away quickly.

Right next to me, I saw that leg.

"Rugis. I'll give you a chance."

It made an unpleasant noise and said something I heard somewhere. My throat rings slightly. The voice of Altius, without heart or colour, sounded like it even sounded delightful somewhere.

"You will die in this mess. Pitiful, foolish, dying without salvation or happiness"

That's for sure. Though the heart is giving a little fever, it still doesn't feel like blood falling out of the whole body, nor does it feel like the nerves can cut off a thousand times.

Die. Undisputed death is where it is. Reaper lay beside me with an unlikely intensity. My eyelids are too heavy.

"So I'll give you a chance. If you want salvation, if you want happiness. You should pray to me. I will give you indisputable salvation. Not once, now you have that right."

Come on, and reach out and God speaks. I said it would be a prayer just to say a word, that there was no difficulty.

- Happiness in this hand, if you will. If you pray so.

It was strange. Its inorganic voice, which until earlier even seemed unpleasant, now enters the ear hole with strange warmth. As it is, there are even signs of grabbing the brain's marrow.

Blurred vision. It was rough by the time the exhalation was odd. Her heart was strong and big, and she rang.

Altius' voice speaks gently to me to encourage me to speak. That's a soft voice, an excessively nostalgic voice, that reminds me of Arueno, who is childhood friendly.

Lips, open. It was like a decision, like what to say already. Naturally. Other than that, there are no words.

"- You forgot, Artius. That's what I told you about a woman I fell in love with, a man who spits cheap words like you."

I can feel myself with my still plundering, weakened voice. But I didn't know that. There's still something I have to tell you. He let his cheeks pull up and moved his lips diligently with a distorted grin.

"Besides, you're talking about Helt-Stanley all you want. Bye. Helt is a brave man. I'm in a hurry. It's the hero I killed. Say it like it's user-friendly. Aren't you just a little too much on the diagram?"

Try to throw away a laugh with your nose, I said. Without thinking about what happened after that, do as you wish. What a clear mood.

I don't care. Anyway, this body just has to rot. In the meantime, will you pray now? Is it something I hope to do now?

My wishes are mine alone, and I don't have as many shards as I offer to God. If so, that's enough words to hang.

That said, when I turned only my eyes up, Altius' expressionless face was reflected in my sight again. Emotions are very unreadable. Anger or humiliation, or discouragement? The only thing I found out was that it didn't seem interesting.

Without being told anything, those white, thin hands slowly get close to me. There was no such thing as wonder and pity or fear.

However, will Kalia, Fialert or Eldis be safe? Only such thoughts were past my chest.

That's how that hand reaches my eyes, the moment.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

A huge scream came down to the temple, which was likely to crush the Great Temple itself.