A Wish to Grab Happiness

Hit the hallway of the prison bella fast and do your sight forward.

Even though it looks like an absurd fortress, personnel can fit into the hundreds precisely, including guards and underservices, but oddly enough, the facility is lonely.

It was so much so that the noise of the moat around the prison or the wind-blowing buzz sounded so livelier than the noise that people would normally leak out.

"Unusual. The water here doesn't freeze even if it's in dead snow."

Vestalinu groans small as he breaks the sense of urgency that was lying in the air. That must be the sound of an ear pounding water stream.

Garrist kingdoms have a large part of their territory in the northern part of the continent, or many of the rivers and lakes turn into frozen lands themselves in times of death and snow.

Even the Great Augus River, the border with the East and the largest river in the kingdom of Garrist, at this time transforms its frozen appearance into frozen soil.

A very small exception among them may be said to be the unfrozen moat of Bella here in the burial prison.

Strangely enough, the water moat here continues to flow without freezing the water, even as it reaches the age of death and snow.

At any rate, this is not a prison or anything that throws prisoners in, but a relay fort that connects them to the front line. There is no point in the moat freezing when enemies attack.

That is what the Predecessor, called the Architectural King, says, and that he created an unfrozen moat with a piece of magical skill.

Well, the vast majority of it, perhaps, is not a mistake.

It gives the architecture built by his king an indisputable sense of heat and definite talent, and I even remember the difference at first sight.

But at any rate, I didn't want that talent to be in the direction of creating something that wasn't even like this. I tremble my lips unknowingly in the cold that bites my skin.

"Someone must be scratching around trying so hard not to freeze the water. I feel sorry for you."

I flaunted my shoulders and answered like that. Vestalinu did not appear to be very offended, but leaked exhalation as if he were frightened. Apparently you've gotten used to answering with me a lot.

I'm not sure if that would be a pleasure.

Picking up a natural sound in his ear, he turned his foot to the roots of the North Tower, occasionally draining the guard's blood. Oddly enough, there is silence in the prison. Whatever, when the spine is poppy.

Well, I had a bad feeling.

I wonder why the guards don't have that number. The guards we meet earlier are strangely sparse.

How could they wander around the prison so easily? Wouldn't it be nice to have just a few more eyes for surveillance?

If you say you're lucky, that's it. But I'm confident enough that I'm being overlooked by the Lord of Fortune. An unfounded chill slowly stroked his spine.

Finally, in front of me, a crossing leads to the north tower. If we cross here, we'll go straight for the warden's office, and we'll just walk through the north tower, that's the point.

So stop the leg. My fingertips cramped and jumped.

He was staring at my side, as Vestalinu wondered. My serious eyes are asking me what's wrong.

But I don't have time to worry about any of that gaze. I slip my fingers to the treasure sword at my waist. Fever caged in his exhale, and he stroked the hollow with a white jaw.

I don't know the reason. It's as if I don't know why. But there was only a strange certainty.

- There's a guy waiting for us in the crossing right now with a big mouth open.

Still, I don't see anyone in the crossing. But the spectacular disgust is brought to the heart as a hammer.

You can't forget, I've smelled it many times, but it's spreading down the crossing. What, it's impossible for Vestalinu, a mercenary, not to notice.

This smells indisputably demonic.

It is also so dense that it has entered the nostrils but is likely to end up eagling the cerebral cord.

As an adventurer, that's how I've felt several times during my former journey. A very, very unpleasant smell.

However, I have never been able to react this sensitively. Can I say growth, or am I degenerating somewhere myself?

Step forward, holding a treasure sword that will cause tremors as if to tremble. With Vestalinu behind his back, another step forward.

That's it, I know exactly. This place is no longer a different place. It was itself in the demonic stomach.

Breathlessness as if it were going underwater. A demon who has slightly exceeded his tolerance is being pushed into his stomach.

One step, move on. Second and third steps.

I even forgot to blink. His lungs stopped breathing as if he had lost his function, and his skin was so tingled that he didn't like it.

The fourth and fifth steps - the sixth, seventh and eighth - came. Without appearance, those eyes are pointing at Vestalinu, not at me.

Shortly after breathing, he bounces his vestarine reflexively and does not shake his arm. Purple electricity caused the line to be drawn, pushing through the vivid pain running into the joints.

The dark purple brightens in the hollow, shooting it down without even allowing a rebellion to loom in front of you. I could see Vestalinu's eyes were wide open.

- Ga, n.

An unpleasant aftersound poked my ear. It never sounds like iron and iron rubbing together. The feeling in my hand was also disgusting as if I had touched something soft.

What the hell is this? Slightly, frowning.

Reassemble the treasure sword diagonally as you step forward to pack the distance.

The identity of the threat was already in sight. The shape of a person stands on a crossing corridor, as if it had appeared neglected from the floor or ceiling.

"Don't expose such hostility. Even here, I adjusted to die clean and refreshing without feeling comfortable and untrained. That, well, something that played well. No, no, no. This is a compliment. Brother, for a human..."

A cheerful voice for a bottom out that doesn't look good on the field. Throwing it aside at all costs was a child who prepared a large winding angle for a two-wielding head.

No, it's probably just the way it looks to be a child. It is as if we do not know what its essence is.

Either way, every single one of those voices is like a strangely worried adult, and none of them is close to the innocence that a child emits.

Besides, if you look at its winding angles and finished shapes, you can be sure they are far from human beings.

Demonization carries on the words in a truly strange way.

"-N. No, I knew it was human. Yeah, it's great for humans. I'm very curious about how you built it, brother."

"Right. Then I want one applause. If you can, I'd like you to respect me and make way for me."

Saying so in a mild tone, he takes another half step forward with his sword in place. That alone made me feel more dense.

No, not only did I feel it, I'm sure that's true.

I watched this side as the magic with the winding angle distorted my gaze. I don't know if those eyes are really looking at me or at something else again.

"I don't have any problems at all. Apparently, the warden is very angry with you guys."

A lot smaller limbs than mine take hold of their bare hands. If you look at it from the edge, it's just like a child without a threat.

Face to face, I get it.

From those verses, the vicious intentions characteristic of the Warcraft abound. From the edge of the eye, a sense of oppression, which can be described as violent, gave rise to exhalation, and he said that his short body was not what he seemed to be.

Tilting his treasure sword, he tells Vestalinu beside him to whine.

"Vestalinu. Apparently, I got my eyes on a troublesome guy. I'm sorry, but can you run in first and grab the warden's neck?"

To be honest, I can't be honest with you about everything that this demon has just told you. But if you two get stuck around here somewhere, that's synonymous with just waiting for death.

All the guards who have behaved apathetically until now will be desperate to rush if they make such noises as quarrel over anything.

Then there's no point in waving a sword. There are two fighters on this side and hundreds of opponents. It's obvious we can't even talk about it.

Only then must the purpose be accomplished sooner rather than later. If we can seize the warden's figure, the more the situation rolls, the better the guy called Negotiate to some extent. No, I'll let you go.

But Vestalinu didn't want to move his body in response to my words. Instead I even gave it an atmosphere that bounced everything off, and I said:

- You can't do that, Lord Rugis.

At the same time, Vesterine twirled its battle axe and reassembled it to shoulder.