A Wish to Grab Happiness

Altius stared quietly as his fingers ripped and his glossy blood licked his white skin. It was like watching something unusual.

It's not a big scratch, it's a small laceration. But if I took it to Altius, it was the first physical pain I had tasted in a long time.

Altius blinks gold, saying that it may have been since he was a human being to be torn apart, so much so that he is suppressed by magic.

In addition, the fingers on his left hand were not tired of just tearing himself apart and even had slight cramps. It's not natural that Altius is consciously doing that.

Instead, I'm trying to hold it down, but my fingers are squeaking and barking. It's as if you're intimidating this one.

Artius saw the likelihood of his own body roaring, and held up his cheeks.

In other words, this is the rebellion of Arueno itself.

I felt her voice echoing right next to my ear.

No, I guess there was a voice where it was as a matter of fact. But what a strange thing to hear from the back of your body.

Arueno's voice sounds like he's crawling over is quiet everywhere, and that's how it's cold everywhere.

- Of everything in the world, he's the only part of me. Whether it's a piece of your soul, I won't give it to you.

A voice piercing itself, with a clear will. The voice says there is no such thing as shaking. Listen, Artius rocked his cheek.

The rebellion of the Virgin Arueno is not inherently acceptable to Artius.

No will or desire is necessary to martyr in the doctrine of the Catholic Church. It's just wonderful to pursue tranquil salvation and happiness.

First, there can be no such thing as a God welcoming the Virgin against God to serve.

But what happened, Artius spoke to Arueno's words with his fangs raised against him, as if he had seen something lovely.

"I know, Arueno. I know, but that's the pain in tightening my chest."

Altius waved and nodded his lips as he showed something emotional for the first time in a long time.

Arueno still owns most of the body. If she opens her eyes, Altius' soul will have to close her lid very hard. Then it would make sense to show understanding in the words.

Altius snorted at Arueno's words, though, for no other reason. Even if it's not good for Altius, it can't be done by making it all hard.

So, Altius pulled that fingertip very hard, only because he preferred a human being named Arueno.

It is rare that a man can throw away everything else to love and rule one man at a high altitude. A man who can speak in words will be like dust, but none can speak at the expense of his own body.

I couldn't hate the strength of poking a blade and threatening it if I had to, with my own help to accomplish it.

- Because when we were once human, Artius himself did something similar to Arueno. Soul still remembers the sobriety of breaking and forsaking all status for just one man.

That's why it's wonderful and loving. Altius also knows that such a human being cannot reveal his body so easily.

If you have to, you must be lying on your back with your eyes shining to cut off your neck.

A small, then terribly strange grin, Altius mutters a few words in a tone that speaks to my child. That's how I saw it.

The elf's curse and magic aurora still hold Altius' presence on the spot. Even remembering with respect how well it makes this happen, Altius still doesn't shake himself.

I'm just saying I can't move. Though non-standard calories are still insufficient to blow up the presence of Altius.

On the contrary, the black sphere that binds Altius decays itself slightly so that it can no longer withstand the power of being bathed, causing itself to decay. There was a slight rip.

Ahead of where the Divine Spirit looks, Rugis. So there were three shadows around him that would hold him back as if to support him.

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Whatever time it is, it is humiliating to be able to taste your powerlessness. Karia hung her hand on the silver long sword, pointing her lips and pulling her right leg.

The sound of your back teeth pounding hard echoes into your cerebral cord. Karia throws her white exhale off her lips and says:

"- Look, don't turn around. I've got Rugis. Run for it."

I groaned pompously at the two behind me.

Fialert is either an influence that emits extreme light beyond the limits of witchcraft, or he breathes with his shoulders up and down. Not very much, but he doesn't look as if he still has the strength to run through.

Exactly, I did everything I could for Rugis. Knowing that, Sankaria said. Don't turn around, run.

Heading to the temple, which lost its demonic luminescence and regained its thin darkness again, Kalia leans one silver sword.

There was still a black sphere sitting there. As if I were the Lord of this place.

I don't mind if I just have that. Only black is just a curse. There is nothing to be worried about if he who is bound to the inside dies.

But Kalia has seen it now. From the black cleavage, the golden eyes open. It looked to this side with a terribly cold color.

In one breath, fill your lungs with cold air. The heartbeat causes its legs to run fast and the skull develops tightening sores.

I am fully aware that my sword did not pass through the array. But that's why, if you ask me if I can show my back and run around. That's a different story.

It was a stupid act, very unreasonable.

It is no longer the act of a beast without wisdom, such as confronting an opponent knowing that his weapon is impenetrable. Karia sighs, let's sigh.

- But this is the only way to save Rugis' life. Then it must be done as it should be.

That's enough. No further reason. I didn't want Kalia. So there is no one obstacle.

The only thing I regret a little bit is what does Rugis look like when he hears he's dead? That's all I wanted to see.

In his silver eyes, he saw gold shining brightly as he tried to pay off the black of the curse. There is no longer time.

Kalia repeated, telling him to leave toward his back. If you look at the exhaustion of Fialert and Eldis, no matter what you think, this is where you fit in. Anyway, this is Rugis' shield.

To attract a little bit of gold to herself, Karia lays low and puts her long sword on her shoulder. Give me just one blow. To do it, that setup.

So I turned forward and ran wholeheartedly. Silver flashes and runs through thin darkness.

I could hear the two of them screaming something from behind, but that was no longer in Kalia's ear.

All I could hear was one thing.

- Wow, wow, wow, wow!

It's going to shake the world too, just that roar. That was the only thing that was shaking Karia's ears and throat.