A Wish to Grab Happiness

Karia felt her body strange everywhere.

Until earlier, he said that he had been crushed by the sword of love and even his will had fallen. It was no exaggeration to say that this body did not listen as much as it did to its own words and other shards.

How about that? Just one person, seeing a thinker, his eyes regain clear vision, and his fingertips act like they have heat.

When things are perfectly in good shape, Karia exhales as if it were easy for her. Neither is that breath the cold and weak that it was earlier. Hot everywhere, what makes you daunt.

Look forward as you open your silver eyes. Tremors on my toes stopped at some point.

In front of him, Altius makes his blonde jump and makes another step closer to this direction. The pressure exerted on the whole body is likely to tear the skin apart even now. Her throat was small and she rang.

The lips of the Spirit wave.

"Should the boulder be praised with the knight hero, or should he mourn that his beloved son has been stained with malice? I wonder which one."

That's really, like a voice lost from the bottom of your heart. At least it wasn't what this place deserved, which could even be described as a place of death. Its voice color has lost some weight.

Karia responds, opening her lips.

"You can call me whatever you want and tell me whatever you want. He who truly knows me doesn't mind being alone."

That's the heart from the bottom of my mind that Kalia thinks.

Of course, I'm not saying there's no vanity. Not to mention that I have absolutely no spirit to admire. But if you still get one heart, you can crush everything else. Rather, how happy would that be? Just think of it. Kalia's heart feels like something sweet that will paralyze her.

At this time, the silver eye has no more coma than shards, no more mud than a grain. I was straight through the gold everywhere.

Altius took Kalia's words and gaze and shook his eyes with a gentle smile for a moment.

That's how I put down a beat, and then I say. Another step closer to him.

"Excellent. After all, you're the hero I've never seen before, Karia-Birdnick"

The word, spoken with overwhelming authority. Calia even remembered the feeling of being physically eagled at the heart, even though she was being praised.

When the spine is poppy reflexively. So, now, Karia rang her fingertips gently wondering what was going on.

No matter how prestigious the fever is, it doesn't mean that something has changed.

His sword of love is broken, and he is on foot. That's how Rugis is so odd to be standing. There's nothing like better ground conditions.

Still, you can't just show your back and run away. It was Rugis' arm that pushed Calia to step forward with such thoughts in her chest.

In contrast to Kalia, who reflexively opens his eyes, Rugis says, with a voice of all times.

"Karia, listen to me. Stay with me as I say."

The word and Karia felt as if the air was blowing up at the same time.

In the temple of thin darkness, gold and violet electricity make strange noises as they mesh with each other. A crowd of golden threads to conquer the field, and a whirlwind of purple electricity to fly its neck. It was just that in space.

The gold, which also seems to be silk thread emitted by Altius, twirls as if each and every one of them were willing, and makes an odd noise that even a few of them involve Rugis, and thus Kalia's body.

The thread seemed weak and even bounced by exhalation at first sight. It doesn't look like something that hurts people, though not very much.

But its essence lies far from its appearance. Karia bit the edge of her lip.

That's something that lethally destroys people. Whether it's a person's body or a soul that way. Something that destroys everything in itself and makes it white. The very magic that takes away things that can make people.

A few of them are coming as they rip through the hollow. That is indisputable fear. It's not the same as putting a bullet in front of a bullet on the battlefield.

The fear of ruin that your heart is pierced and not the fear of imminent death, that your very roots will be lost.

Yeah, it's a sight that could even tremble at your fingertips unexpectedly. Karia clasps her throat loudly.

I'm sure Rugis feels the same fear. One mistake, you must be portraying the sight of even your own bone marrow being taken from you on its lid.

Karia was feeling her heart rattle as she widened her silver eyes. The guts are stiff and heavy.

- How can this guy be seriously waving his sword when he says he is?

No wonder when your hands and feet become paralyzed and unable to move on the spot. It is not strange to break a leg against the imminent great authority. Even so.

Karia felt a lot of anxiety and jealousy burning anger dominating her skull.

What am I doing? This ugliness to the extent that I lost a single sword, standing beside him and saying that I would never leave him, etc. It's the only kind of discomfort he can protect.

Exhale, leak. I narrowed my silver eyes. I am now protected from danger, including telling you not to do dangerous imitations. I'm kidding. Impossible.

Karia bites her back teeth hard and causes her shoulders to tremble. So, squeal.

- It's a shame.

It wasn't just my voice, it was like something else overlapped, I felt.

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A place more disconnected than the Great Shrine. The sky is high, blue everywhere and continues everywhere. Its otherworlds, created by the power of giants, were about to collapse with sound now.

The hollow begins to carve a black rift into itself as soon as possible, and then makes a noise and smashes it as if it were even a spiral laugh.

It was an odd, what an incredible sight. The space splashes like vitreous and shreds itself. I wouldn't call it a very pleasant spectacle.

The crushing must no longer be decisive. The breakdown of the other kingdom must mean that the powerful let go of the other kingdom that was gripping their hands.

One giant world leads to death. It's tragic.

The skull-crushing giant roars and screams as if the mountain collapses, and its giant, which is not supposed to fall and lie, collapses with the other world as a coffin.

You can no longer stand. A giant is one who is not supposed to fall. If it lay down on the ground, you will never rise again. This is why the main body of this giant forms a mountain range lying asleep beside it.

The illusion, created to counter the enemy, is nothing more than a purported consciousness. It's just an illusion that has been worked out and created after a time that can seem like eternity. Blink and you'll disappear.

If you think of the former glory of the ancestral giant Flimslat, it's silly to compare it.

The illusion slowly shivers its appearance and diminishes its existence. That must have been proof left that the consciousness was now falling asleep again.

Flimsrat says in a voice that twists the air as he falls and falls.

- It's a shame.

Now again, the giant had to bend its mighty body beneath one gold. They jumped into their own nostalgia.

I remember, I remember both this humiliation and defeat. He still remembers the name of the little woman who laid herself down on the earth.

He who leads man, Artius. All his compatriots died while he spoke of the curse upon his abominable name. Even himself, called an ancestral giant, was commanded to lay his body down on the earth for a lifetime only to put him to sleep.

And now, again, I must let this giant decay. That witchcraft broke itself in a relaxed foothold.

The consciousness that I have finally created is also interrupted now. Mouthless. I know no more humiliation or anger than this. That the mighty giant will lose again to the same, etc. The giant echoed something that could not be called a sound or a voice.

Yeah, if it's going to be eaten up as food for the world again under endless humiliation as it is. If nothing can be done but defeated helplessly.

The giant opened his almost crushed eyes. A shadow runs ahead of his sight, and he sees a girl there. All spirits squeezed open.

- He who stands up to Altius. That's how I'm just a little fellow. I'll admit you're a giant now.