A Wish to Grab Happiness

Hold Rugis' long and heavy shoulders and hold them on his back to support his weight. Rugis weighed a lot compared to the small Kalia, but it didn't mean he was still uncomfortable. No, I even feel good about being able to support that weight now.

Dry blood smudges the floors of the Great Temple. The nose, which was sensitive to the smell of iron, seemed only paralysed and useless at times.

An open shoulder wound threw up blood as if it would rip off Kalia's nerves. Zero breath from the lips is so hot that it seems to burn.

"Can you stand? All this time, I can't afford a hand. My owner weighs terribly."

In the wake of the words, Eldis says, leaking a deeper breath than Karia. Binoculars rang slightly louder.

"You don't like it. This is still the descendant of an elf running through the mountains and woods. That's not gonna break my legs."

Yet Erdis's complexion, which stood up while still being good, is not very good. The footsteps are just like exhausted soldiers. Very unlikely to be the queen of elves.

Karia doesn't know anything about spirituality, but at least Erdis poured something of the roots she can shake right now into this man. Then it won't even be that easy to walk anymore. Still, I think waving the will is maybe of a similar nature to my own.

But the situation is not very good, despite the amount of willingness. Rather the worst. Rugis was dying, and Erdis couldn't help but put his fatigue on his body and hide it.

You should withdraw. Karia half-closed her lid and bit her lips with her teeth. The more I regret it, the more my chest seems to fly.

Karia has no reason to know what has happened here and what has been accomplished. However, there is only a mistake that Rugis stepped foot in some kind of crisis.

Yes, that must have been the light footing, as usual, and stepped in as natural.

That sucks. That's not what happened. That I wasn't next to Rugis then. I've only ever remembered such things as regret counting, but Karia thinks I can call them that, at least, what I have in my chest right now.

Karia was initially convinced that she had done the best she could. That's what I thought was best for Rugis to kill Garras-Gargantia, which could be considered a natural enemy for Rugis.

That's why I waved the silver sword and tried to stitch that beast's jaw together.

But what about the consequences? Or is Rugis licking the fingers of the reaper, and implanting iron in his body, without his knowledge?

Sounds stupid. Crap. What are you doing? Don't know, Karia bit her back teeth to blame herself. He makes such a dull noise that his white teeth are likely to crush as they are.

This time, I get it. To the depths of my chest, I understood deeply.

The more I thought I had done the best I could, the more I paved the way, the better still Rugis sometimes steps off the road and rolls himself over.

I mean, it's completely pointless to lead as a road guide. That's why. Because if you look at it with these eyes, you're in danger of disappearing immediately.

Then what should I do? Easy. I'll have to pull your hand directly. That's the only way I'm ever going to leave you.

I don't care. Isn't that what shields are supposed to be? If he doesn't grab his hand at it, you just have to bite him from this side.

I held his hand while supporting Rugis' body. That boneless hand felt like it had grown again since I had once stripped myself from that hall. Slowly, narrow the silver eyes.

Whatever it is, we have to get out of here now. I have some concerns about taking such a miserable Rugis out to Snow Mountain, but it's still a lot better than lying here.

We can't even pull out a white blade that pierces its body here.

There were a number of problems. One is whether Rugis' health will hold. Where are the enemies that caused this tragedy? Can you force yourself to bite off when he shows hostility toward this side by stripping his fangs?

So the problem, rather than the concern, is another.

Where did Fialert-la-Borgograd go, who was with Rugis?

Karia looks out into the thin darkness as she runs her silver eyes fast.

Karia understands and believes that it can't be that easy to leave under Rugis. I even thought there should have been a look of her beside Rugis, who was bloodstained with anything. It's so much more natural.

Wherever it is, it doesn't even show signs of it. Stuck. Again, something happened. There's something about that woman bending her knees, too. Karia lightly bends her fingers.

Would it have been right around that time? The sound came to me.

- Oh, where are you going? My loved ones.

There was the first sound that made me poke my ear like that. That's how the next thing I heard was the sound of something big collapsing. Something I couldn't imagine sounding like I was lying on the ground.

Silver and Bi opened up as if they had shown each other. That's how I get my sight on the Audio Source Festival.

After fully sucking the sight that was there into his eyes, Karia said, stopping her legs and trying to distort her lips.

"I see, well. Who did this to you?"

Karia had no consciousness whatsoever and was squealing like that. That was just an intuition, and for no reason whatsoever.

Still, I don't know what happened, that's what the word seemed right. At least inside Kalia's chest, there's no more doubt about it than the shards. As he narrowed his silver eyes, he glanced at it in front of him.

There was a sight there that could be described as bizarre in itself. In the hollow itself, there are cracks running. The space itself was torn apart, as if the vitreous made its own body crack with amusement. That crack keeps spreading, and that's how we see another space there.

Ahead of the space, there was gold. The figure, dressed in Catholic Virgin clothing, swept her hair away. I looked familiar, much less disgusted.

With a grin that even seemed flamboyant, Golden said.

"I'm scared. Don't stare at me like that. Pay me. Once upon a time, he even showed me respect."

The weightless sound of that strange voice cuts off Karia's ears in no way. A line of unintelligible and other loving words was blaming Karia's heart with a strange sense of oppression.

In thin darkness, only that gold floats like it has been cut out. I don't even have to think about who it is.

Archdiocesan Virgin Arueno. From the look of its face in the mercenary city of Belfein, the atmosphere had been perverted for a long time, but at least the face was definitely hers.

Exhale, leak. Silver eyes raised their eyes and gave them a strong sense of war. Slowly tilt your shoulders. Carefully and without burdens, Karia laid Rugis' body back on the tablet. Even in the meantime, the eyes are just piercing the enemy in front of them.

"It's like you don't remember. I am only one man in this land to show respect."

With words so full of hostility, Karia was feeling sweat licking her spine. I feel weird. The opponent is just one woman who has never had that or possibly any combat training.

It can't be a threat. Cutting that neck for me is like twisting a baby's hand.

So why not? How can I lay my hands on a silver sword so that I may be pushed by something?

That was not only Kalia, but Eldis as well. Binoculars are intensely opened and more rough to exhale. I even feel like I'm taking a whole body of pressure like an impending tsunami.

At the end of her gaze, the Virgin even said with a luscious grin.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Happiness and salvation are here. Come on - come on this way, my love."

The Virgin reached out loosely, shaking her lips delightfully.