A Wish to Grab Happiness

A silver blade draws a beautiful line, approaching gold in a straight line. With the blade in front, the air screamed and tore its body, and the wind hissed and blew.

The glimmer of Kalia is no longer within the realm of man. The rigidity of a giant species that is not allowed to follow and the demonic pressure emitted are neither releasable nor acceptable to man.

Assuming you try to take it with your sword, you'll be twisted straight to the ground. That imagination, given merely by seeing, is undoubtedly true.

I mean, this wave is a wave of witchcraft. Factors of giants circling the body raised a hellish bark.

Gold intercepting Kalia waves up at the same time as he breaks the black curse that was tying him up. The thin arm, whose whiteness was noticeable, took its blow, whether it was or not, with its skin.

A moment ahead is expected from the world. Thousands of arms would be cut off if it were meant to be, and blood would pollute the hollow.

But nothing happens in reality. Arueno's body does not lie on the ground or even spit out blood. It was just there.

Karia took that sight, which even seemed incredible, for granted already. Anyway, it's a sight I was shown once before. So I don't do anything to put the blade down at once.

Two swings, three swings, the next swing if that's not possible, and the next flash again.

A series of flashing strikes that give you no time to breathe alter the target one after the other with the skull, neck, and heart to devour Arueno's body.

Every one of them is an indisputable blow of lethality. It must be a gesture aimed at killing the enemy. That series of attacks that are too violent.

But should I still say, or should I say something different?

All of which can hold up momentum before touching Arueno's skin. I don't know why. Maybe it's a miracle of the Virgin, maybe it's something you're not good at.

The only thing I knew was that she seemed impenetrable with Kalia's sword, no matter what. Exhaled from Kalia's little lips, leaking. My eyes narrow.

- Is it possible, something like this?

To be honest, there was zero in Karia's chest that was close to such stupidity.

What is inherently human skin does not have a structure in which iron can be punched in and have a cheerful face. Those who are plugged with blades and do not spit out blood, etc. It is no longer human.

No, it's cute enough to show a reaction if you front a flash emitted with the power of a warcraft and all over you.

How about this woman? I don't even feel the recoil in my own hands when I release the blade because I don't see any reaction. It would still be better if you were barebacking.

Even with that thought, Kalia doesn't try to stop her waving a silver blade. Anyway, my role now is not to defeat this woman, but to buy a little time. Even if you can only buy as much time as a grain of sand, it should make a lot of sense.

Fialert, that's how Eldis, most importantly, got him out of here. Karia chewed through her back teeth and pulled the blade for a moment.

Karia's throat raises the roar of a giant. At the same time, the silver blade swung all over Arueno's eyes. Even if it doesn't make sense, that flash wielded diligently.

Her lips opened loosely as it touched Arueno's skin.

"Is it possible or impossible? That's trivial. Even if it can't be physically possible, it can be if it's not physically possible."

The silver blade stops, almost at the same time as the word ends. No matter how much force you put into it, you can never push it in.

As if to symbolize the spoken word, Kalia's swinging silver blade was pressed against Arueno's white finger. Karia heard the sound of her throat swallowing, echoing in her ears.

I understand. The woman in front of her eyes is surrounded by some sort of technique or witchcraft, which supports this strangeness.

Therefore, no matter what the anomaly or otherwise impossible, it can be in front of this woman. I know that.

But understanding that is another story, and whether the brain can handle what actually happened in front of you.

A silver sword that I have wielded all over my body is taken without a scratch by my fine fingers, which I do not know if I have ever held a sword.

That is an extra shock to Karia, who has devoted her life to the sword. The silver eye opens reflexively and a cold liquid licks the neck muscle.

Oh, that's stupid.

Kalia's thought and body stopped all movement for a moment. That moment is deadly in front of this gold.

The iron sounded strange. After making an ear-breaking noise and blinking like that, the sword doesn't.

- In the hands of Arueno, the long sword smashed itself to pieces. As silver makes its final splendor, it goes hollow.

It was at the same time that the sword was crushed and Kalia was bounced off. There is no time to take the shock of the loss of the love sword, and the body licks the stone floor. Karia took one breath and leaked.

Here, is it over?

Pompous, those words slipped through Kalia's chest. Naturally. One of my blows never leads to my enemies, and I was finally deprived of my sword of love.

There is no way in this hand that we can counter him now. So, it's over.

But it's not bad. Karia points her lips.

Couldn't produce that much time, but there was still enough time to make it easy for the Fialerts to roll out of the Great Temple. It depends on your luck.

Then I don't mind. I even think it's good.

Karia laughed, with an emotion on her cheek that could not be called a self-derision or a renunciation.

A miserable death. Defeat the enemy and lick the ground. If I took it to Kalia, a follower of power, there was enough humiliation to twist his guts off.

The chewed back teeth are twitching and the fingertips are trembling to be paralyzed. But there was also one sense of satisfaction in Kalia.

Now, at least, we can connect Rugis' life. We succeeded in pulling it away from the anomaly itself.

It is the supreme thing for Rugis' shielded Kalia. Karia was feeling that the thoughts she would never have had in the old days were now indeed in her chest.

Oh, and that's it. Karia narrows her eyes as she manages to wake up her body, which she still remembers fluttering.

Besides, it's about Rugis. He doesn't have the luxurious personality to shake off everything from the past. I am not a man who can easily forget about those who have died for themselves and accept happiness.

Karia knew that very well. So I'm sure he'll never forget the wound of me. Yeah, well, then, it's not bad.

Karia smiled as she carved a thin line into her face.

I could see the gold, paying my hand in front of me. I can't read some kind of emotion in those eyes. There were just shades that seemed awful.

Arueno's lips carve something. Although the meaning of the word is incomprehensible to the boulder, Karia also found out that something magical would come down on her.

And the sorcery shall be devastating unto his flesh and soul.

Until the end, Karia was staring at Arueno. Even though I knew I was going to die, I wasn't willing to expose myself to the incompetence that would divert my eyes from the cause.

Otherwise, how can we act as his shield?

Within a breath, the golden fingertips wield. Something like silk thread appeared in the silver eye approaching the tip of his neck.

Kalia no longer has the means to hold it down. There's no way to resist.

That's why - it wasn't Kalia who slashed and dumped the golden Demon Thread, it was the Purple Power Blade. Gold and silver. Two eyes open.

A voice echoed on the ground.

- You're doing what you want while people are asleep.

It seemed to float somewhere, and then it engulfed an irresistible rage, a voice like that.

"Is God that great to use people's childhood tamed bodies to step on people's companions, yeah?

With a bare gesture that you don't care if your body is in front of you to shelter Kalia and blood drips from your shoulders. Virtue whispered.