A Wish to Grab Happiness

The Grand Temple is full of vibrant magic emitted by Fialert. The polar light of magic is poured into the black sphere as it softens the surrounding space. Everyone was staring at the sight, eating up their teeth.

As the magic light clears the thin darkness, the shadows change shape to sew between them. Its appearance, which is bounced and scattered by the light, finally created a contour because of its body such as.

At the end of that gaze were her and them, who emitted a run of magic as they smashed their hands and feet. As long as the way it is great for the shadows.

Transformers fialert. Once upon a time, along with those two names, there was just a magical revolution since Altius. No longer has she thrown away even the framework that witchcraft shows.

That's how now they're trying as hard as they want to, to cut off the dominion of the great demon Altius. Literally, willing to risk your life.

The will must be what Rugis gave them.

Shadows distort themselves as they mock themselves. What if he came with himself, compared to the work of his family?

"Pity, I can't help him in any way. What is the role of just carrying a voice to do it? Don't make me cry, yeah."

Maybe that was a voice, maybe it was a sound. Whatever it is, the shadow mockery disappears into darkness without ever reaching anyone.

The shadow turned the end of his gaze not into a fialert emitting a magical runoff, but into an altius swallowed by a vast array of them.

There is no way that Altius, who has yet been overshadowed by the spell of the origin of the elves, can avoid the bundle of magic that has been dedicated.

Even though it manifests itself, it still belongs to Arueno, a human being. Then there is no reason not to be imprisoned by the elf curse.

So spared no effort. Exactly as the word goes, Artius is taking on the full body of Fialert-la-Borgograd.

Violent witchcraft will feed the temple intact if the spear tips deviate at all. It has just the authority to make it happen.

Humans, of course, can swallow even a giant warcraft its ferocity.

But the shadow trembles to shake her lips. The body glowed and was slightly shredded.

- Still not enough to push him in.

A hero, a hero, a sword, a curse, a demon, and not enough. My family stays down against the great hero.

That's what the Great Demon is all about in the first place. It is created in the world as a being that man should not win. Just as they used to be called giants, dragons, and demons.

Among other things, the presence of Artius was peculiar. And the LORD of the great devil, who hath made every great devil fall down, and has broken his skull at times, and hath smitten him. That's her.

It hasn't changed since he was a human being. Seems paradoxical, but I'm sure he's the only one who can kill him.

So we just need to do one more thing to get Altius out of here. The shadow laughs as it leans its body up its lips.

"Altius, our former allies, what was once with us. Don't you think it's great? Even if it's not under you, they're already so noble."

The shadow just drops it out of his mouth and disappears. No one knew there was a shadow, nor did they let the sound drop that way.

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In a black sphere composed by a curse. With a flash of hellish magic upon him, Altius was not distorting his expression or whimpering in agony, but merely narrowing his eyes.

Strangely enough, I don't know what that means.

The golden hair shakes.

The question that had risen in my head until earlier had not yet been attempted to be resolved.

- Why does anyone and everyone in that Rugis try to find meaning and value? What is there?

That was strange and irresistible for Altius. Heroes seem like big heroes.

For better or worse, the soul of the Rugis is mediocre. It is not a heroic being, nor is it destined to be a brave man.

Heroes from ancient times. Those who may be brave enough may be born with the soul they deserve. You can call it talent, but Altius understood that the soul had its very roots.

If the soul does not deserve it, the effort will not make sense, no fruit will be given, and the sun will not illuminate its body.

The will of those without a noble soul, not worth as much as a sheet of thin paper. They are easily crushed by evil, even when they do righteousness. The good intentions of the ordinary were to be trampled upon, and sincerity was the norm to be broken and forsaken again.

That's what this world is all about, and I'm sure everyone understands it at the bottom of their minds. If you can't help it, you'll drown your head and live.

In such a world, who can tell you not to despair, to walk forward? Don't despair, tread through the world with hope and so on and so on and so on and so on and so forth.

That is why Altius tolerates despair. Let us forgive you for smashing everything and drooling your head, and give you happiness and salvation. Shall we allow the helpless to sleep a little?

Altius believes that is what is supreme for man. That is how I am convinced that its guide deserves it.

That's why I don't understand. How can anyone and he find value in a human being who has only that ordinary soul, who pays homage to his will and waves away his own hand?

Neither Kalia-Birdnick, nor Fialert-la-Borgograd, nor Erdis. Once everyone took the hand of the Divine Spirit Altius, wanting it. That's how I accepted the salvation from my heart.

I believed so that it was supreme to make Artius' salvation right and to obey his will. They accepted a little sleep and closed their eyes.

But how about now? It's like putting yourself in the opposite position. I'm fine with imitating things that will or will drain my own blood.

Again, I really don't understand. If it was the great hero who led them, we'd still know. Because that soul deserves to be believed.

But what does that Rugis have? All he has is an unscrupulous self. You can call it ego.

I wonder what such a nasty human needs to weigh.

- No, if you trace the Taiyuan, maybe Ouhul planted something.

The possibilities are great. For a long time, he was the only one who was going off the prospect of Altius. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the only being that has formed an objection to Altius since we were both human beings.

Then again, it is not strange to have not only given the Rugis a chance, but also included some trick in their place.

The fierce demon's aurora licks Altius' entire body. That no longer inflicts pain on the other person. Violent witchcraft to rock existence itself and erase concepts. At least once, Fialert could not handle such sorcery.

Altius' cheeks are distorted and his golden eyes are opened. What appeared in his eyes even floated in a color that honored him.

If this is also an influence of my own, it is not advisable. Artius said in a sighing atmosphere in a torrent of magic.

For the first time in a long time, there is an atmosphere in which words as human beings have returned.

"If something you don't want has entered, shall we fill it with paint from above? That's good."

I thought so, and Altius let me gently finger him. That's how I tried to pay my hand, the moment.

The pain ripped at the tip of my finger, I ran. Red blood drips, as if rejecting Altius' deeds.

The golden eyes narrowed as if mocking themselves.

- Speaking of which, you were the first person to be affected by him, Virgin Arueno.