A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Is God that great, yeah?

Virtue leaks an invincible word as it brings purple electricity into thin darkness. However, the situation is not very complete.

The foot looks slightly fluttered and the shoulders are unimaginably up and down from normal times. The likelihood of showing wounds in the body is full creation itself.

Apparently, the white blade that was piercing the flesh was also forced to pull through. The body was overflowing with blood, and the bright green of the uniform no longer had a shadow to see.

The likelihood is just the abyss of death. Not very, but not in such a state that I can reach out to people. The act of reaching out and helping is done by those who can afford it.

Do the needy give money to beg? Something uncertain even tomorrow of its own tries to lend a hand to a man's grief? It can't be done.

That would never be evil. Not to mention being scolded. Instead, if there are those who can throw everything of themselves and reach out to people, it is something that needs to be broken as a human being.

That's what you used to say. How could it be?

Karia looks at Rugis' back with dismay as she opens her silver eyes. I desperately worked out the words in my mouth as I watched the blood soak up.

How did you get here? Don't do anything stupid. What do you think I stayed here for? Run away quickly.

Words in my head denying such Rugis' actions are arranged in unison. The lips waved, trying to emit it again and again.

But in the end, all of them are pushed into the back of their throats before they zero out of their lips.

In reason, I understand. It's impossible that those who should be helped will return to their plight. It's ridiculous, it's a joke.

That's what I should say. Karia's thoughts repeat so many times, but her lips tightly close within her ignorance. The reason for this was clear.

Oh, I'm a weak woman. What a despicable woman. You shouldn't even want as many shards as you want people to do dangerous imitations.

If you are offered it, your cheeks will become red and loose. I can't even imagine how tranced I am right now. It wouldn't be something that someone very much showed me.

Rugis kept his back on Kalia, he said.

"Come on, give me a break, Karia. If you die so easily, who will protect me?

At a time like this, he said, in such a tone as to tell jokes all the time. I wouldn't really be anywhere to afford that.

An incontrovertible fool. You must be a big idiot. But I guess I'm still an idiot, too, who comes to mind with one of those words.

What, I never feel bad. Karia leaked her words as she rippled her lips. Many of the words that had been desperately worked out in my head until earlier could all have disappeared at some point.

"- Say stupid. Is it something I die so easily? Even if I don't like you, I won't leave you."

I felt like my voice was slightly up, but I did it to Kalia. distort the ends of your lips so as to chew down that embarrassment.

But such a sweet aftertaste also immediately blew away somewhere. Gold has been torn apart from his demon thread, and he looks frightened as if he is not showing his gaze in this direction.

His glittering eyes opened.

"Excellent appearance." and the knight of the hero Tan. "

There is no such thing as weight in that word as a praise for Rugis. It was even creepy what it was doing, just pale, just spewing out sound without passion on it.

Gold ripples his lips and carries on the word.

"So, what are we going to do from here, Rugis? who was called evil. After all, there's nothing you can do."

A voice with quiet and pressure that flips away from the caged voice of emotion and now makes you imagine the bottom of a deep ocean. I don't think it sounds like a very talkative voice. Some vivid emotion was the voice that made me feel that it was indeed there.

With that in mind, Rugis tells him to clasp his shoulders. The expression, I couldn't see.

"Right. I'm trying to figure out if there's a way to solve this, Artius, by grabbing only the annoying evil spirits and saying it's all over."

If it's universal, why don't you tell us about it? Added that way, Rugis tilts purple electricity. The treasure sword responded to the Lord but howled as it did, tearing the sky apart.

Altius the Redemption God. Rugis, referring to the woman in front of him, addressed the only name of God in the Catholic Church. Is that sarcasm about the Virgin, or are you even going to say that it is the manifestation of the Divine Spirit that truly lies where it is?

Karia doesn't know, she frowns. I felt weird around my throat. Though his words are like fantasies, if they are, his brain marrow is nodding, much easier to understand.

The body does not have a sword, it does not fall down under the curse of an elf, and magic can only be a stepping stone. With such a monster in front, it's still easier to think of God than the devil at least.

Altius laughed as he took Rugis' words and sighed.

"Well, then. You should think about it. That's when the heart rots out. Let me forgive you."

Gold opens up. The hair shook through the hollow, showing an elegant brilliance.

There was a stiff sound. Altius steps on the stone floor and approaches this way. That was all I felt as if I had been strangled directly by my hand.

My breath is stuck and every breath is dull and painful. Karia bit her lips as she fluttered her body.

Is this his animosity?

When he had received his sword earlier, Altius was only behaving as if he could play with a child. It's not the enemy, it's the kind of play that lightly pays for the existence that just follows.

But now that we have Rugis in front of us, there is definite hostility in the golden eye. I don't know the clear reason for that, but I even saw signs of getting my tongue wet with abomination.

What rises out of hostility is an illusion of colorful death. Intimidation, as if the world itself were coming down.

Altius took another step, approaching, as he called on Rugis. My breath is clogged.

"I won't kill you. Instead, let me rot you out again. The will, the dignity, even the thought - and I'll tell you that you have nothing."

Taking the word, Rugis says as he rocks the treasure sword.

"Sorry, but I'm tired of life just rotting. If you like to make scripts, you want me to bring you something brand new."

Unexpectedly, Karia blinks her eyelids at that word that Rugis spoke. Silver hair stroked the universe fluttering.

What has been spoken is his word in every street. But Karia had a strange instinct.

The atmosphere that leaks from the verses of words, may be called temperament. That tells one thing beyond words.

To Kalia's silver eyes, for a moment Rugis turns his gaze. That's how only Kalia can hear me, whispered.

- I'm asking both of you to leave. What, I just keep stopping by. Keep the road clear.

Rugis told me to run to the clock, and that's what Rugis said. Karia understands that her instincts are right when she hears it.

I'm sure Rugis is even ready to die here. To help you survive, to find a way to save your childhood.

Kalia's silver eyes were distorted and narrowed. That's how I try to laugh with my nose and return the words. Complex emotions were intertwined throughout the chest.

"- No. I just told you. Even if I don't like you, I have to stay away from you. Besides, I'm not the only woman on your back at all times."

Lined up beside Rugis, Karia says, holding up her cheeks instead of telling anyone. The gaze, arguably its vibrancy, was Rugis, and that is how it pierced Artius beyond.