A Wish to Grab Happiness

The fear of sticking to your stomach and the severe pain of being dug up behind your eyes.

To them given abruptly, Eldis fell and fell, not knowing. Both legs were weakened and relinquished their role, and both hands were paralyzed and helpless themselves.

Binocular eyes were opened wide and its skin, whiter than it was, was now so pale that it seemed morbid.

Only breath exhaled from his throat had fever everywhere. My guts are pounding. Eldis stretched out that cramped finger as she crawled through the floor.

What is happening, and how is my body now made? Eldis understood that deeply. An impulse to disturb the body and force the spirit to tear. Cold body everywhere that way.

Stuck, it's fear.

Now my body is tied to a curse in the name of fear. If I tried to look straight at it, that was it. My breathing was rough and my mouth dried up.

Scary, just that much emotion is paralyzing Eldise's body and her spirit is panicking.

I know where the roots lie. There were signs. Signs of it piercing the soul. Great everywhere, mighty everywhere. species to which the elves had to be subordinated. There were definitely signs of his ancestors.

There can be no doubt as to whether it is true, or because of your mind, etc. Makoto is spoken by Erdis' own soul.

It's real. Right here, in this temple. There is also a fearful starting giant, Flimslat, in his mouth.

Just thinking about it makes Eldis' skull unthinkable. It was natural. That's how the species Elf is made up.

Don't doubt the existence of a ruler, don't think about any one thing in front of it. Because it is a species called the Elves that was created in such a way that no resistance was allowed to be fought by the main species.

Even if that was a long time ago, the memory of my ancestors is sticking to my soul.

How easy would it be to lose your mind here and get everything thrown out of your consciousness? How wonderful would it be if I drooled my head?

At least that's what regular elves do, it should have been. No, you should. It should be faster, faster, and better. I think it's a good idea. So, so, so, so...

Erdis chewed his lips hard, reflexively. Clear red leaks from its mouth. The shredded pain pulls Eldis back to her forceful sanity. Her eyeballs were filled with furious colors.

- On my head, I'm coming.

Not to anyone, to yourself. Eldis even feels embarrassed and pushes his paralyzing fingers into the earth.

The fact that we were a subordinate species is a long time ago, a time that can even be described as a god. I do not remember worshipping and serving the abominable past, even though it is an elf who makes old times good. Why should we obey the law now?

I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

Besides, Erdis shook his cheeks when he could not laugh that he, the side that hangs the curse on man, could be tied to the ancient curse. Let your body, still crawling and crumbling, rise and shine.

Legs stepping forward are weak everywhere. Walk so far that if you distract yourself, you think you're going to stop like that.

But still, I couldn't stop. One step, one step and Eldis kicks up the stone floor with those legs.

In Eldis' chest, another. A distracting fear was sprouting. It chops up the spirit of Eldis more than fear of the ruler.

Earlier, reactions from spiritual equipment outfits have become much weaker.

No part of me will crumble through the condition of Rugis, the original equipper. Something to the extent that the precision tells you where you are and how it moves.

However, the reaction is never weakened. That's how Eldis built it to make sure he was there.

That reaction is weakening. This means that the presence of Rugis, almost identical to the outfit, is about to be lost.

I had a cold nagging pain. Eldis takes another step, fluttering.

Impossible. It can't be good. I won't let that happen. Even if it was awake. You're imitating something that'll make you die.

- Even if you tie that soul to this world.

With such a grunt in his heart, Eldis opened his eyes. I can see the temple of the Great Temple.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

Feast of the Great Temple of Flimsrat. Now there was the sky where the atmosphere was always dim and harsh.

Blue, clear sky everywhere. The sky is reminiscent of a heavenly high, distant universe. He was not a metaphor or a fantasy, but manifested himself in this temple.

It is no longer like the other world. Blue everywhere, high everywhere. And so under the sky, there were all of them.

Even the great sky is felt small, as if the world itself had risen, giant body. His eyes had hedging eyes that seemed to lay chaos.

The pressure it exerts can outweigh anyone. He made it seem so from his instincts that he could break the sacred ceiling and also trample down the Father's earth.

said the Spirit before such an overwhelming authority.

"- It's been a long time, though, Flimslat. Be the first and last giant. Ever since I put you to sleep."

Pale, as easy as singing, Arueno - that's what Artius says. In front of the giant, the way it is still unshakeable.

The giant sounded as if he had finally noticed the gold. I'm not sure that was really his word. But it was only true that he showed something like will.

"- There was a voice of my fellow countrymen, the king of man. What brings you into my land? Arrogant or not"

The space shakes just that. One giant breath was going to blow the temple away as it was. There is no longer any human consciousness in this place. There were only two abnormal beings.

Altius' eyes narrow. The expression mechanically creates an expression. That's how I laughed spirally at the king of giants.

"I hope you don't make me laugh, king of giants. Arrogance and disgrace will be your specialty. [M] Isn't that why you're doomed? Or do you want to do the same thing again"

Altius speaks in such a way as to overlap the sounds, as to carry on the words. The colors in my eyes even mean contempt.

The space cracked open.

"You, too, will no longer have lost your original meat. Are you willing to deal with me with borrowed clothes, the king of man?"

In the giant's big hand, an extra hammer was still shaken. He who obeys the will of the giant and changes his appearance according to his word.

Now, there is enough power in it to crush the mountain range easily. The power of the king of the giant is there, even though it is nothing but an illusion.

Even the world fights and trembles like both. There is no wind, no sound, and only a suffocating sense of compression is attacking the space.

Altius, still laughing, shrugged. Say what, just say what.

"- What do you think happens to people who, for example, have the same experience, live the same life, and are so empowered?

Altius continued his words, as he exasperated his hands with great admiration and threw questions at the giants.

"My parents dumped me and pillowed the well. I raised loneliness in my chest in an orphanage and lived a raw full of pain as a nun. That's how he ascends to the Virgin Candidate, eating up his teeth, and also tramples the journey of continuing his harsh pilgrimage."

Altius caresses his own hand with love. There were only a few traces there that would have been clenched many times in the past. An arm in the hand that is very unspeakable, such as not knowing the pain. There are several such marks left in Arueno's body.

The golden lips, they rocked.

"- That figure is exactly what once lived my life. Yes, I drew the script, to be the same as me, as my body deserves."

There is a slight but proud appearance of overlapping sounds that do not have that color.

It's true that I drew the script, and it's also true that I led it that way. But with God, not everything is omnipotent. Sometimes the seizure of a human child cannot be stopped. So after much hard work, Artius continued.

Sometimes some died as babies. Some bones were crushed when they were dumped in wells, while others died of their own unbearable lives as orphans.

Those who died in distress, those who died of bodily harm to men, those who died of disease, and those who died of the violence that descended upon them all over their bodies. Many men died before they became sacred bodies.

His daughter, Arueno, made it all work. He survived well, chewed up the pain, and moved on. Even better than before. How dare you, well, painstakingly create your own body.

Great, says Altius, as if he could even play a song. In response, the giant opened his eyes.

"- inferior to the beast."

The hammer was swung up to break the world.