A Wish to Grab Happiness

"So - that lady, and you, die here. It doesn't serve one purpose, it dies."

That's what the demon says, but he gives himself a terrible bow and roars. From the verses of the word, there was so much harm that a blood splash seemed to rise.

But I didn't know I could get through better than the Iron and Steel Princess Vestalinu-Guerla. What an overrated thing. I want it corrected again immediately. Don't you even remember a strange itch in your spine?

I look at both eyes and horns of it as I chew through the demonic words. What they spit out was a disastrous green, demonic aurora. I even wanted to slip away from my eyes by accident and narrowed my eyes. Once upon a time, I saw them several times on that journey, those.

Bad luck, I never wanted to see it again if I could.

Just because I was in my sight, words like that crawl out of my chest. I let my right leg pull half a step and put the cut tip of the white sword down.

The designation Warcraft is not a designation that encapsulates a single species of the fruit place. Only those who possess the power of demonization, and then tighten the neck of mankind, and those who set foot on it, are all called warcraft.

So there's a species in those brackets that's just stupid enough for scholars to raise their hands too.

Some imitate the appearance of beasts, others imitate the appearance of inorganic objects, some exasperate, others scatter poison.

Among other things, the guy who exhales polar light like this sucks. At some point in his sight, his fate is close to fatality. Because of that likelihood, very few of the adventurers have seen it.

The demon's aurora he's throwing out is more proof than anything else that he's been pouring magic into his gut long enough to distract him. Thus, the medal itself would have devoured and killed so many human beings.

Otherwise, the Warcraft will not. If I were to say it accurately, I might not have called a being that has become like this, a warcraft.

This is the other thing that tore away the skin of the beast and transformed it into a purer demonization. Being said to be demonized or manifested. I didn't know, I was pounding my tongue in my mouth.

- An earlier wave, I should have killed him.

Canine teeth bite through her lips. My heart is going to burst with remorse.

An earlier moment could have been an opportunity never again. Such a nasty feeling covers my spine and stains my skeleton as it is.

His blood crawled all over the crossing with his feet and rocked his sword tip. The rays of extreme light shine through me.

The likelihood is even like a spider waiting for its prey to pop into its belly.

You should let your legs go in. Then reason tells you. Naturally. No fool enters a castle fortress with a full bow and arrow and a tightly closed gate by himself.

That's what clogging means when you do it now without darkness. I scratch the air out of the bottom of my lungs and sigh, leaking.

Oh, really. At least I would. But. I say, making my lips jump.

"I'm sorry, but I'm still not willing to sell my life. There are people to help and things to do. I'm sorry, can you come back for a while? Let's put on one of the price tags then."

But if he was a hero, I'm sure he didn't. While there was something stuck on my face, I would not have thought of a shard such as flying and retreating, such as a pale face and weakness.

That must have slashed the demon in front of me in a way I couldn't even think about and couldn't figure out. Oh, no, if you're gonna say that, are you finishing everything with the first swing?

My cheeks are crooked. I could see that something hit me hard around the heart, as the wax connected. My fingertips, which should have been trembling in the cold, are strangely feverish.

Yeah, but that's how it's decided. At least that's the kind of guy I knew. He was an undisputed hero, who lined up his noble soul with unmistakable bravery.

If so, then there is no way I can be trampling in places like this anymore.

It was with this hand that we shot down the sun-like hero, above all the burning beings. Show me how scared you are when I show you my weakness.

That would only put mud on his name. Oh, no matter how much you defile my name, that's all I'm sorry about.

So now we have to move on.

Beat the floorboard with momentum that just smashed and twisted his ankle. Driven hips drew white. sharper and quicker.

Blink like my hero Hert-Stanley, if you will.

The white sword cuts off the sky with its trajectory. Double horned demonization, a swing to smash his skull as-is. Just to kill the demon.

It was the same time that the white iron mass fell over the head of the two corners.

- In an instant, the sight in front of me was stained with a pearl color.

Flanks and shoulders, no, I was tired of that all over my body, something of dull color pierced me.

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Guardian. How long has it been since we were bound to this land, and called like that? The title that was supposed to have been honored disappeared, losing even the name that was sometimes called.

So I understand the witchcraft of the two horns that, so to speak, the Protector is now my name. Nothing. That didn't inconvenience me, and there's only one person to call myself anyway, so there's no problem.

The keeper secretly swore one when he saw the blood flowing from his own neck and the swordsman with a white sword to ride his own invitation.

A vow that can then be considered primitive in small, then warcraft.

He must be killed here. Let's honor that bravery and the immortal spirituality that makes you even feel radiant, and let's kill you.

My nature as a warcraft, no longer countless years old, whispers so from within me. That's the right thing to do.

Human beings who retreat their legs with caution and cowardice as shields are good. They are opponents who can negotiate through outrage. He shouts warcraft threats and trembles with weakness.

Human beings who don't spot traps as traps and wave barbarity are also good. They are the ones who die easily. I don't mind if you die in moderation, showing courage with precision.

Nevertheless, those who tremble their hearts with traps and enlightenment cowardice, but still show courage, have no choice but to kill.

I will not yield to the Warcraft's outrage, and I will not die that easily. This is the worst category among humans. Only make an early mistake. I haven't been busy leaving such a guy's blood.

The existence of a warcraft has done so at all times, and I understand that that is the most important thing in survival.

So let's kill this guy. He will surely be the enemy of the Warcraft and thus of his Lord. There's no longer a reason to live. The Protector understood that.

The blood, which is not supposed to be in the guardian's little body, runs down the crossing and dirties the floorboards scattered. Naturally, they are not scattered when done without darkness. Instead, it's a means I didn't want to take if I could.

However, the situation does not allow it. Then let's behave with dignity and blood. Precisely moisturizes the throat, but good.

Blood is life, equal to soul. Sometimes it exists itself, and sometimes it can be a consideration to get something.

Now at this point, the demonization of the two corners paid enough. Then it is reason that the hand is rewarded accordingly.

The polar light of the two corners roars green. For the first time in a long time, I felt my flesh flutter. Power cages at your fingertips.

"This prison is my five bodies. You're already in your stomach."

I let my lips pull as I squealed like that instead of telling anyone. Eyes on the swordsman in front of you, reflecting.

Moments, from walls and floors, fangs or bone-like objects protrude prominently in dull colors. They were just aiming for one, overlapping scatterly.

To remove one foreign object from your body. Because they drink down into their bellies what they shouldn't have. They just go for one point and roar.

- After the blink, the demonic bone teeth pierced the body of the brave.

Here, I'll kill you. The protector whispered so deep in his gut.