A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Happiness and salvation are here. Come on, come on this way, my love.

Relative to that word that came out of the lips of Arueno, the Virgin of the Catholic Church, Karia and Erdis accidentally rang their throats.

Funny thing. There's no difference in kidding. How can we find value in such an invitation on this occasion?

The Virgin in front of her is an indisputable enemy, perhaps even involved in the predicament of Rugis and the loss of Fialert. If there is one who accepts the words of his opponent without any doubt in his mind, how happy is that?

Originally, that invitation you don't even need to think about.

Even so, yes. Karia had noticed strange signs stroking her chest. That word of Arueno, which is not even supposed to accept it, nor should there even be room to get in.

But I don't know what's wrong with that. It sounds comfortable to my ears. I even felt as if Arueno's words gently enveloped the inside of my skull itself.

You've experienced similar comforts before. Karia blinked even slightly vain silver eyes and bit her lips.

That is indeed an underground temple of the crest religion. in its interior when it is relative to the Hert-Stanley.

Nature and the mind are convinced that the other person's words are the right ones, that comfort that even suspicion and reason fall zero out of their skulls. Come on, it'll take a while to get everything down, but if it's good, it even sounds strange to my ear.

I miss it, I felt good. Your body lightens up and even seeps out the certainty that you are leaning on the right one. I could easily imagine that her words would fill her chest with warm happiness.

By the side, says Eldis. He stared at Arueno and the darkness around him.

"... you won't even get lost, Kalia. Just take it for granted."

He was like a careful choice of words to spit out. Karia lowers her jaw so that she corresponds.

You were right. That's all it was. So there's nothing to get lost in.

One step closer to Arueno. Another step, I took forward.

Approaching the temple with cautious steps, Kalia lowers her attitude so that her head drips there. At the end of my sight, I see Arueno floating something like a soft grin.

Sleek, sticky air sticking to my cheeks, I see. The golden eyes are no longer clearly visible even in thin darkness.

Karia breathed softly as she swallowed. That's it.

- At the next moment, silver blows up towards gold. Titan-like rigidity drove both the sword and the universe.

Loose.

Karia slashes everything with that word. If I told you, both Arueno's words and those that Helt-Stanley once spoke were the same if they were taken by Kalia.

I no longer possess happiness, salvation, and even righteousness in that way. No, on the contrary, I don't need any happiness, salvation, or righteousness, as long as it's in this hand.

That's why Karia decided to kill this woman here.

Rugis thinkers. Just because we've been together for a long time, the woman who got the right to take Rugis' thoughts.

Oh, it's not hateful. With its mere presence, Kalia's mind even sounds distorted and distorted.

Ugly. Sucks. inferior. What is now on my mind is what Kalia most disgusts and spits.

And now I'm even joyful. That you can wave your sword against your loved ones for good reason. My breasts are even delighted to make me avenge that life. In such a predicament.

I wonder what Rugis means by this filthy emotion. If later he found out that he had killed Arueno, would he curse himself?

But even if it seems like it. This desire, which consists of the most perfect love, is unlikely to hold up.

A flash of light runs away towards the white neck. It was just a magical swing to prune a human being, and then it was a complete blow to a human being, with all the workouts engulfed.

The supreme, perfect flash of it. The silver light struck off his white neck so that it could be inhaled. In between, Kalia sees Arueno's lips moving slowly.

That's not screaming or telling you the pain of tearing yourself apart. Just simply, I was telling you this.

"I don't know why. I really don't know, Karia-Birdnick."

That's very natural, words that just whine questions. Nothing unbelievable, rather extra mediocre.

Unless it's a silver sword around your neck, and then it's spoken.

Karia opens her eyes to silver. Arueno's white neck takes the silver sword, but it's just there as if nothing happened.

No meat to make you decide, no blue bruises to make. It was as if the silver sword had just been accompanied by her neck.

Karia returns her sword reflexively as she floats her undisclosed agitation all over her chest, plugging her sword into the Virgin once now. Now a linear stab, to keep the heart in place and decide.

Silver slashes hollow with sharpness that does not appear to be a stabbing attack of aggressiveness. If you swallow it, people and warcraft will naturally be deadly, a glimmer of lethality.

Arueno's body took that flash again without any agitation and without even showing any avoiding motion. Without just one scratch.

Moments later, Karia bites her back teeth, remembering more the chill than the fear, to the extra different feeling she can convey at hand.

I wonder what to say. If the blade is so stiff that it cannot pass, the recoil is originally returned in one's own hands. At least the silver sword should whimper at the shock.

Even so, there's nothing here right now. The sword had no recoil, no stirring, just accompanied by Arueno.

That's as uncomfortable as a gesture of yourself being attributed to nothing as it is. Kalia's thought stops the movement for a moment, herself.

I can't keep up with all the understanding that the impossible is possible.

It is a complete lapse in front of the enemy, rigid enough for Kalia's neck to fly as it is if it is on the battlefield. However, Arueno's body emitted a sound from his lips as if he had nothing to worry about.

"You, Erdis, Fialert-la-Borgograd - no, if you say so, Helt-Stanley, even Ouffle. I wonder why you would even try to find value in that human being."

That's what Arueno's voice said in the wind that he really didn't know why. It was natural for Kalia to have a golden eye behind her and look to Rugis.

And at the same time, where the word means.

At an adjacent distance from Arueno's body, a panoramic view of the dim temple was finally in Kalia's sight. I see two things there.

One no longer loses its vivacity from his face, just one who falls asleep quietly. Helt-Stanley's body. That's just a glance, and you can tell it's already broken. He was lying in the temple, as if he were to be buried politely.

So the other is a familiar face. The distinctive brunette loses her clasp and spreads to the floor, her expression is blue-white, she will have breath, but she can be seen wearing it off for a long time. Its body remains bound by its magic costumes, leaking whimpers and announcing the limits of its will.

For Karia, there's no point in asking who it is or anything else. There's only one thing I know. Apparently, to this Virgin in front of her, the sword is foolish and sorcery doesn't make that sense either.

If so, the means to take will be something else.

"You don't have to find out what he's worth."

Karia kicks the tablet hard at the same time as the words. That's not for approaching enemies, for jumping and getting away from them.

If taking the Virgin's life by sword was not fulfilled, it would have been a step to do so. The blue eye of Eldis blinks at the edge of Kalia's vision.

The moment Kalia strayed from the scene, every Arueno filled its space. A clear coma, with no vision at all. The dense black fog created by the curse of the elves no longer turns black itself to cut space.

"- Truth is, I wish only I knew."

Such, at the same time as Eldis' words. Arueno's gold, completely swallowed by black, disappeared.