A Wish to Grab Happiness

Of the knight of the Red Lotus and of the silver swordsman, the beast meets, but the swordsman greeted one silence at the same time as the knight's words.

"-" He ran down the road, smashing all his enemies. That's what people called chivalry. "

Knight Garras-Gargantia said so while letting a rough exhale swallow down his throat for the first time in a long time. It is the very heart of the knight to whom he has taken his oath, and the very norms that bind him.

Garrus didn't even think his essence was as shard as a knight deserved, etc.

Still, I speak of the Knight's Book every time I wonder if that's the case. Not yet, far from the ideal knight. Nor was the great title of honor enough to satisfy him.

With the now sword trident. Yes, Gallus raises his lid. Garrus regained his red spear as he turned his wrist and caught sight of the silver-haired swordsman - Karia-Birdnick - lying on the ground.

If Kalia-Birdnick's flashes are as fast as the later flashes. Maybe I was the one lying on the ground.

If I hadn't stepped in one step later, I might have been the one who had been smashed in the skull.

Such an unthinkable thought surrounds Gallus's brain. A man named Garras-Gargantia has always been of that nature.

A perfectionist, unimaginable from its extravagant character.

A spirituality that does not make compromise good, that even a slight shortage is not enough.

It showed its color strongly, especially when it came to chivalry and namesake matters. Instead, it looks like a luxury because I'm not interested in anything outside of it.

Therefore, even after the opponent falls and falls, he does not know where the thought is lacking. On the contrary, the imagination that didn't even extend to the moment we were meeting is even in its head.

That brings me to the question. Gallus's hands hung on the spear. The eyes grew slightly larger and looked to the darkness.

In conclusion, Karia-Birdnick was desperate. It should be. She was struck in the side of the head with her own blow, destroying her skull. The feeling of choosing the cerebromedulla was certainly in Gallus's hands.

Yes, destruction. Gallus unleashed a wave of destruction that would strip away everything, not shock, injury, etc., but clever technology. There is no way in the world to prevent it. An inevitable dozen dozen that doesn't mean anything by taking it, preventing it, etc.

Then why does Gallus narrow his eyes? Nothing like agitation or impatience in your chest. I just have questions.

Red spear, set up. Silver in front of me, visible. And silver, adorned with blood, stood there with a brilliance that was just dazzling.

So why is Karia-Birdnick up now? Such a question arose in Gallus.

Gallus exhales small, leaking. I threw another word as I swallowed the question I almost put to my mouth.

"- Right. You're human now, aren't you?"

She rises loosely in front of her eyes and swings silver in the dark. That's what I said when I saw Karia-Birdnick.

Kalia's movements are still somewhere quiet, and she looks like she can't fight. It's unimaginable from what reminds me of an earlier beast.

Now, at first glance, it seems like you can jump that neck.

But Garrus didn't feel comfortable walking into it. The surroundings of Kalia are dark everywhere, quiet everywhere.

It's like there's even an opponent at the bottom of the ocean, in the deep dark. It's not like before, in darkness, not darkness. There is that.

Stuck. That means the enemy is no longer demonic. Did it even consist of demonic degeneration, or was it the case from the beginning, and did the blood muscles wake up again?

Many choices came to Gallus's mind, and each time Gallus scratched it off. It doesn't matter now.

However, there is certainly demonization in front of you, and how can you beat it to death? That's all I had to think about anymore.

Demonization is like barking, says.

"- I'll kill you. Garras-Gargantia"

As if in tune with the word, the faint darkness shakes.

Gallus felt the identity of this space at that moment. It's not an illusion, it's also different from elf spells. Okay, something. It's easy.

This place is alien.

Garrus was unknowingly trying to distort his lips and bounce them off. Different worlds and so on are substitutes that can only be handled by themselves as equals to the world.

It is not by relying on the world to observe and be allowed to exist, but by themselves who observe the world. Those who, even in a shapeless spirit, have a strong nature that will affect the world.

- Stuck the gods, dragons, giants.

Garrus stays with the red spear, reflecting his demonization in his sight.

As a matter of course, I've never actually seen anything like Gallus or the other world, and I've never experienced it. I'm just throwing it into my skull as knowledge. Besides, the other world and so on are inherently only miracles in mythology. None of the magicians even tried to argue its existence.

However, Gallus turns this off from the other world.

My intuition and the repentance of stitching my skin. On the other hand, the demonization in front of me was above all eloquent, affirming Gallus's intuition.

My throat, it trembles. Through the appearance of the demonic Karia-Birdnick, Garrus did see. Behind it, there is so much giant that even looking up seems like a hundred million robberies.

Far beyond the temple, a giant barked.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Garras heard the sound of the space itself being crushed.

The darkness, which should be comatose everywhere, collapses as if to take away its vanity.

The likelihood is spectacular. Though different, it's one world. The world itself collapses, self-destructs, and is lost.

A distortion that you destroy with your own power while shaping the world yourself. It is exactly like a giant, a figure spoken of as a giant god in the Divine Age.

Until the darkness was removed, again, the beauty of the Great Temple of Flimsrat was exposed to its appearance. Numerous fallen and lying diocesan knights around. The black fog, which showed so much threat, was no longer here.

Gallus, look at that. Poke the red spear at the demonic Kalia. That's how I opened my mouth.

"'Knight. Find a way to live. Avoid the crisis, and fight with dignity if you can't avoid it." - I don't know, man. "

Even if the opponent is a giant of the gods, he must fight because he is a knight.

Garrus prepared himself for death with ease, and chewed his dog's teeth hard. It wasn't death that was scary to him, it was something else more. How kinder is death if you lose it?

Kalia also sets up silver. He says he has a long sword just like he did earlier, but the martial arts that are in his place dazzle his eyes.

Red lotus and silver again with the will of the struggle, relative. As each other deserved, we were prepared to take the other's life and our own.

Thus, the silver sword tried to be unleashed with the will to be considered vicious again, the moment.

Suddenly, silver eyes opened. Garrus is also distracted by the way it looks.

Until recently, the will of this whistle to grate even the heart quickly vanished into fog, and even hostility has been lost somewhere.

Unknowingly, Gallus's eyes ask how Karia is doing. Is it a trap now? It could be a distraction tactic.

Apparently, however, the behavior was true. Gallus is no longer visible in Kalia's silver eyes, and he has been deprived of his thoughts by something else more serious.

That's how the mouth spoke.

"... Rugis"

It was the name of the great evil and the man so told. But I can't read the intent. Is it true that the man is also here in this great temple? Because, why? What's the point of calling that name that way?

Leaving aside such Gallus questions, Kalia waves up her sword. But that, too, is not towards Gallus. Towards the giant wall of the Great Temple. That's what Garras' reason told him, being stupid.

It was an instant.

Swing the silver sword up and down. With such natural motion, Kalia pierced a large hole into a stone wall that even seemed to be a rock bed. That's indisputable crushing itself. Where in that fine body such force would no longer be a frivolous question.

In a massively scattered smoke of sand, the little giant looked back and opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry, but I run away. Poor woman and scorn, but good. I don't care."

That's all I said, she disappeared into the hole.

Garrus narrows his eyes in the Grand Temple, where the smoke begins to fall. The black fog, which was supposed to have shown a threat, did not show any shards, and the Great Temple itself made a slight noise.

Garrus squeaks his shoulders as he brings to mind what needs to be done from here on out, distorting his pointed canine teeth.

"She's a wonderful and good woman. You did a terrible thing."

A loud sigh was leaking out of Gallus's pointy mouth.