A Wish to Grab Happiness

Keep your eyes wide open. The eyelid blinked a few times as the blue eye swayed slightly. Oddly, my eyelashes feel heavy.

Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, Erdis, the mistress of the aerial garden Gaza, asked herself where she was at the end of the day.

At least it's not a private room in Gaza. Rather, the details of the furniture and rooms were as if they were different from the buildings handled by the elves.

Oops, Eldis shakes her eyes with beautiful crystals and glances around her. It got there, and I finally remembered.

Oh, yeah. I still have myself in the puppet city of Philos.

The moment it is remembered in the cerebral medulla, the body's medulla runs dull pain as it reacts to thought. The muscle in my body was so much that I thought it might have all screwed up.

Distorted, Eldis dipped her lips in the water provided for her pillow. Still, the area of the brain has heat, and the vision flutters.

At the price of no choice, Eldis thinks. I would rather praise myself for how well it was opened my eyes again, if I think of a series of actions that took place in the Great Temple of Flimslat.

He flipped a flag against the former Great Sovereign, and thus took the spell of origin into his own hands while the fever in the back of his chest behaved.

If you look at that alone, there's nothing strange about having that great temple as your final bed. Rather, it could have been in the right form to be.

But luck itself must have seen me being swayed by swallows here and now.

No, or is it unlucky? Eldis narrows her eyes.

If his soul were drunk by the spell of origin as it was, he would surely have achieved the ultimate extinction by also involving the soul of Rugis as it was.

Or we would have been trapped in each other's nothingness itself and become hollow beings forever.

- Oh, you've done a shame to think so.

Eldis crawls the water down her throat, loosening her lips thinking that way. That was it, and I also had a sore throat that made something bite.

It has always been this way since I regained consciousness here for a few days. Some nights I barely sleep, and sometimes I'm forced to open my eyes to the feeling that my spine breaks where I sleep.

So I guess that's why he opened his eyes today, Eldis thought so at first. But my heart beats so hard.

The blood flow all over my body squirms strangely, and then it's hot somewhere. I know it well, and then I feel strangely far away, heat.

I think. Speaking of which, did Rugis get that body up?

The servant who is following me tells me that he is still lying in bed like his soul has fallen out.

Yes, in any case, he also annoyed his body at all times in that great temple. Whether it's your own flesh or not, bring it closer to the abyss of death, as if you were trying to figure out how far to go.

So there's no way we can move fast. Normally, yes. Although.

Erdis, as bounced, blue-eyed, shakes his hair of the same color that way, tying the cause and effect of instant spirituality. The spiritual costume created by Erdis strengthened the colour to bind Rugis' soul, but still hasn't forgotten its original role.

Things to restrain him, dye him into his own color, and know him that way. As soon as the connection with it was complete, Eldis bit his teeth hard. I didn't know, it was going to sound like a toothpick.

- This hall, no. There's no sign of Rugis from around here in the first place.

On the contrary, in the information slipping into the back of the brain, the Spirit conveys a clear anomaly. There is no mistake in what is happening to Rugis.

I caught my guard. Erdis leaks a hot exhale and zeroes it in his chest.

I should have known what Rugis was like. He doesn't know that he can rest his body. Then you are foolishly oblivious to using others.

That's why if it's your body, you can sharpen it thoroughly and even act like you're throwing it out.

I knew it. I should have known. That's why I tied my soul up in the origin spell and let it roll into this hand.

But maybe that's why I was caught off guard, so to speak. That's what I thought when I felt safe with this one already. Eldis mocks herself and raises her eyelashes.

Thus, he was forced to rise out of bed as he further stirred his stirring body and whimpered to a muscle called muscle.

Everywhere in the body screams as unlikely as it should be and advises that it should not move. I don't care what happens to your body right now.

Oh, even if I know. But that's not what I found out. What matters to Eldis is that the soul that is in his hands has left him. They are clear errors.

In that way, errors must always be corrected.

- Ga, n!

From inside the hall, you can hear the roar. Sounds like you broke something.

Eldis's long ears trembled as if he had reacted unexpectedly. While dressed in travel gear, Eldis understood what it sounded like.

"- Rugis! That fool -!"

Eldis' cheeks unwittingly loose.

Make him a silver-haired swordsman, descendant of a giant. The voices of those who inherited Flimslat echo throughout the hall. I can't say I'm very serious with her.

The voice was painted with indescribable indignation and such a definite impatience. Yeah, still, she's just like me, and Eldis puts her fingertips on her own chest.

What is in the chest is the unspeakable anger in the words that are in this world and the anxiety that fills the guts and the desire that thus surpasses them all.

Even though it's my emotion, I'm not going to be able to hold my reins. It was not very expressive, such as a rampage horse.

I didn't even hear Fialert-la-Borgograd's voice on the boulder, but its evaporating magic also transmits to Eldis's cheek.

Naturally. Naturally. He is the one who did this to us. Even so, I can't wait to be looked at unfamiliar. I need you to at least keep your eyes on this side at all times.

No. The body, the soul, all of it, anyway.

Generally speaking, I don't know about Kalia or Fialert, but I think Eldis does, even though he says he is a good listener.

Yeah, but if Rugis tells you to wait and hear nothing, let's just keep waiting. That's even a few years until it decays.

But if it's not even there, the rest has to be done. As queen of elves, do all that.

Kalia and Fialert were already there in a traveling bundle as Eldis descended downstairs to contain the vivid pain in his whole body.

With wounds that are not healing each other, but only their hellish souls do not glow with dignity anywhere.

Were you trying to keep them both pushed, or were you unlucky enough to stay together? One of the servants trembles his voice and says:

That's what Rugis said to me to make it easy and wait for me because he was going to turn himself over and come back soon.

The servant blues his face and shakes his lips, frightened to look and pity. I'm sure she's good. Because I preached his words clearly in front of a man who brightened his presence far from the ordinary man.

But that doesn't make any sense. Kalia opened her sharp lips as she glanced downstairs at Eldis for a moment, she said.

"Let's thank you for the message. But the only time I listen to him is when he gives it to me directly.

I don't have ears to ask otherwise. I don't remember falling back on being such a cheap woman. "

The fialert also carries on the words, tying its long and beautiful dark hair.

"Besides, you can't trust Rugis' word that he'll be home any minute. That's what you say all the time, but you step from yourself into the disaster itself."

That is why, with the will that it can no longer be stopped, the black eye stared quietly at the servant. For a moment the servant moaned his lips, but paved the way for nothing more.

Well done, Eldis loosened his lips as he brightened his eyelids.

- Well, Rugis. I wonder how you can contain us next time. I can't help looking forward to it now.

If you couldn't contain it. It's a simple story then. Never again, you just won't be able to act on your own. That's good, too.

No, rather, great.

Erdis put a grin close to demonization on his expression, letting a hot exhale float through him and letting his feet step into the snow again.