A Wish to Grab Happiness

Before the guards crushed each other, there was the room. The warden's office and his name were inscribed, that room. There were still signs of people.

I no longer have time to get lost.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Vestalinu cements his spine. The sudden feeling of heavier air was transmitted to the lungs. I swallowed the chills that became solid, I was in that mood.

It's not simply low temperatures, more chills are staining your body trying to freeze.

Undisputed, the air is different from here. Vestalinu even remembered wondering if he'd gotten lost in some other world.

in that heterogeneous world. One man is standing. Warden Paloma-Bashar. He was just sitting alone in the chair in the room, looking at Vestalinu.

As if he knew he was coming here.

A sorcerer, or a sorcerer?

Vestallinu muttered quietly, suppressing a distant emotion in his heart. Only a sorcerer or a wizard who shakes hands firmly with witchcraft, or a sorcerer who offers himself all of it to witchcraft, can create this strangeness while being human.

Carefully, Vestalinu crawls his gaze indoors. From the pattern of the walls to the rough way of the fabric crawling through the floor. But no matter how you look at it, there's no sign of a place to hide or of some kind of cover-up. Undisputed, Paloma was there alone.

That was different from indoor air again. Until I got here, the guards said they were flirting with me. He said if I met the chief, he would conveniently wait alone, etc.

That can't be happening. This is a trap.

Should I or should I not go in? In Vestalinu's chest, such inquiries roll. Only then did Vestalinu realize that his heart was not calm. If you only capture what is happening purely in front of you, there is no reason why you should go in.

"Come in and pay. Don't hesitate. You must have come to capture me just like you did."

It was a heavy voice. A voice that makes the nobility characteristic of the nobility stand out, but not only makes you feel the years you have built up. Paloma builds up her moustache and gives her a rugged look as she sits in the executive chair.

Vestalinu held a moment of silence as he made his spine jump sensitively.

I don't want you to talk too much, I shouldn't even face to face. Such distrust engulfs Vestalinu's heart. Again, the intuition that you shouldn't go into the room easily is right. So.

- If it's a trap, end it before it works. With his body tilted, Vestalinu looked and waved the throwing axe beside the paloma.

Then he gained momentum and let his whole body jump into the room. There's still a distance, the throwing axe probably won't stop everything from moving.

But I can direct you wherever I want. Its spirit and gaze can also be stitched together. If that's all we can accomplish, we no longer need anything else.

The most important thing not to let a sorcerer do is move things along with their gait. They have the only weapon of sorcery. If you let it swing freely, you can't beat a mercenary.

The only thing to do is not to let them do anything.

No sophisticated chanting, no blessings to pray to God, no eyes to curse and kill enemies. Lose consciousness without causing you to list all of it. Vestalinu knew that was more than anything else.

So I even forgot to breathe and ran. Adhesive Extreme air tearing, eyes open. A moment. It's all over in a flash.

The battle axe roars majestically, aiming down one arm of the paloma. There is no hesitation or apprehension there. The hollow cut off, screamed and torn.

I don't imitate killing. Then we can't save him. I was given credit by him, then I'm obliged to respond accordingly.

Vestallinu raised his throat high. The skull is full of some sort of freshness.

I suppose so. Always do whatever it takes. That's the price for credibility. The point is, this is just a contract for an equivalent exchange. It's not like anything else is crawling out.

An iron mass released from both arms of Vestalinu with a hellish will approached the sight of Paloma. Prior to that, Paloma does not change her harsh expression.

No, I didn't even see the blinking move. I said this to Vestalinu.

"- In a prudent nature. I haven't thought of it so much that I think I can avoid your swinging. Perhaps even the Miscellaneous can kill me."

Weird. A wave of Vestalinu is just an instant event. There is no way you can give an enemy, such as time to exchange words.

I've seen her face many times because she was severed and didn't know what had happened. Enemies who showed such leeway, I had never seen.

Something cold licked Vestalinu's spine.

At the same time, the adhesive air becomes cold and wraps around the body and limbs. At last, Vestallinu realized that he had not been able to wave down his axe.

The axe remains shaken hollow and held as if fixed. Hang all the weight of the Vesterine and it doesn't even work with shards. If you look at it, the throwing axe you just threw is also solidifying itself in the hollow and sedating it.

- Magic junction. Words like that pass the back of Vestalinu's brain.

Nor is it such that it manifests itself only for a moment, but is immobilized by rituals. Vestalinu accidentally swallowed his spit.

That sucks. Whatever trap you make, whatever will still attack this one. If that is the case, at least a gap can arise.

But something like magic is different. Vestalinu doesn't know all about it either, but it's one of those boundary magic tricks.

Isolate yourself from your enemies and eliminate all of them. There is no element of violence, but there is no disputing it when it comes to protecting yourself.

Paloma moves her mouth, choosing words carefully.

"I'm incompetent about magic… I could only fix one of these"

Paloma remains as heavy a voice as ever, says. His moustache moves wide and his stiff eyes stare straight at Vestalinu.

That gaze contains some color. It's not a relief, nor can we afford it. Such a colour, as if he had unexplained anxiety about his location for some reason.

"But it's not easy to break. Give up, you losers. You can't capture me. Your people can't beat my protectors."

Hearing the words, Vestallinu reflexively pulls through the pressed battle axe. The more I clapped, the sooner I got back to hand. There's nothing strange about it.

Apparently it is this room itself that is turned into a heterogeneity, but the world is isolated only around the Paloma.

If not, it's not a loss. We haven't decided on anything yet, and it's not even the first time. Yes, but the fact that he receives the letter of defeat is a betrayal of him for believing in himself and sending him away.

Impossible. Betrayal is a word I hate more than anything. Vestalinu bites his fishy fingertips with his teeth and is forced to fold them. That's how I swallowed the cold air. Turn your thoughts.

What Paloma deals with is certainly heterogeneous when compared to normal sorcery, but it still makes no difference that it is sorcery.

Then in the end, the quality of the place should have to depend on the spirituality and soul of the operator.

Unlike shelling magic, which swallows enemies in a flash, this is boundary magic, which must continue the surgical ceremony. In an attempt to perform and immobilize the ritual, waving it brings in an indisputable accumulation of fatigue.

Then there is plenty of opportunity.

Vestallinu set up the battle axe deep as he carefully calmed his rough exhales. The irritation in the chest causes nerves all over the body to strain, while irritating.

As it was, he made the witchcraft junction in front of him tilt all of his consciousness.

- So Vestalinu didn't notice. That's how I assumed the signs of witchcraft that stretched around me were only due to boundary witchcraft.

Vestalinu saw Paloma zero words again the moment he waved the axe.

"You better know that you doubt people. I'm always suspicious."

At the same time as Paloma's words, something frozen was piercing Vestalinu's limbs.