A Wish to Grab Happiness

For as long as a blink, until the blade of the treasure sword jumps the tip of Valerie's neck. The treasure sword with the name of the hero killer floated brilliantly, just a few moments before pushing the blade in.

They were unleashed into a tiny void that could not even breathe.

The sound of cutting off the wind sounds, leaving them behind and the iron mass like heavy pressure eats up on my lumbar bone. Outside of sight, from the blind spot on the right, came its way.

Not where the bones are crushed. Its flashes and shocks, where the body itself is likely to be separated up and down.

What the hell is this? What am I under attack for now? It's as if I don't understand. No. Did Valerie do something? No, or.

Such an unrestrained question springs up in your brain in an instant, and that's how it disappears. The whirlpool of information that comes into my sight one after the other doesn't allow me to think. I couldn't even understand the situation.

So I jumped according to my instincts, keeping the momentum given from the right hand side. Much better than nothing. The end of the treasure sword ends only in plundering the edge of the magic armor, and my body is thrown into the hollow.

I finally realized that I had been kicked over by him. I can see Valerie moving her gaze as she raises her left leg high.

Stupid. I'm kidding. I would have bounced off his arm and broken that attitude. Why are you releasing the next wave from there?

Even though it is Helt-Stanley. That kind of imitation is enough for him.

At the same time as that thought, my body was thrown to the hard ground. There's nothing to help you with, like all the snow you want. It was as if it had been struck by iron. I feel like I've been thrown in the hollow for a long time.

For a few seconds, the body does not develop pain as if it had been confused. The limbs still don't understand what's going on. And so at the next moment, it shall come.

Gastric fluid refluxed and the interior of the body burst into tears and blood. My whole body of bones screamed and my muscles were as if they had been forced to rip off by someone. I can see that the boulder was unable to withstand the current impact, and the wounds that were supposed to have been blocked opened one after the other.

It sucks. It tastes bad. Quick, we have to get away from him.

"- You, the curser? In the streets. So sturdiness, so invincibility."

If you stand up, your hips will sound like ruptures and you will exhale blood. I listened to the voice as I tilted my body. This is Valerie's first voice I've heard since I got to this stand-up.

The voice as if it looked down on the person everywhere touches the eclampsia terribly.

"I'm sorry, but my personality hasn't changed for a long time. Don't you have eyes?"

the curse. It is sometimes also called the heretic, the blessed. It has undergone various meaningful shifts depending on the times, but it still does not change the fundamental place.

Spirits, fairies, demons. Those who received those blessings that were clogged and not recognized by the Archdiocese. It's a word I call referring to a person fascinated by a curse. Even so, though only a Catholic would use such a bad taste language.

I manage to hold only the treasure sword, hanging around like a useless arm. I could only feel my fingers, but I could not wave my sword.

He fell off his elbow when he was thrown to the ground. My arm itself was not going to rise.

Well, we're in a predicament. How to push the plate back. How do we get him to the ground? Strangely enough, that thought was overflowing in me. But naturally, you can't lose. It doesn't matter if your arm doesn't go up.

Move your eyes in the dead snow. That's how Valerie and I took a step, in time. It's just an instant lost distance if Valerie cares about it.

Somehow, I want a moment. Valerie's vision must be deluded.

"... Speaking of which, you said I hurt your side or something. Too many thoughts, but where and where."

Open your mouth and say with your eyes wide open. I managed to follow the treasure sword with my right hand. Just make it look good, but you have to pretend to be normal.

But, well, it probably doesn't make sense. Valerie is an undisputed fierce warrior. He must have spotted my condition, etc. That's what happens before a single hit if you do poorly.

So it didn't mean anything about my evil state or anything, and it wasn't strange to have my skull crushed as it was. Just saying that's chivalry.

But what happened, Valerie narrows her eyes for a moment and opens her mouth.

"Richard-Permilis. He must be your master. How could you betray him? And by virtue of that, take the hand of an old man."

Hear the name you could ask, and round your eyes. The cold air came into my mouth.

Valerie's words are packed with unmistakable heat. It was only insane when a woman who even behaved coldly during the struggle uttered the word.

That grandfather. What happened with this woman? I guess I'm a long way from home compared to my grandfather. No, it's not weird what's going on if you're my teacher. Still, I don't know if I'm being honest.

But, well. Whatever the relationship was. If Grandpa's presence has shaken this woman's soul, I can't thank her enough. Step on the snow, take it.

"What is it, you know your face? You can't put it in the corner, and neither can Grandpa."

Says almost in a plundered voice. Every time I uttered words, I remembered a sore throat that was ripped open.

"We are friends who have sworn our ideals together. We swore we would make our country great together. Last one, respond. How could you betray him?"

The mouth that speaks is calm itself. The colour of the words is also steel. But it's true, there's emotion lurking.

Again, where is this woman's scales?

A man named Valerie-Brightness is perfect. It even shows brilliance close to the former Helt-Stanley. An undisputed hero, a nauseating virtue. Probably not the kind of person who would have gotten into the gap.

But I'm only showing one reverse scale here. Even that great dragon, if touched, paint it on emotion. Where it is supposedly mad. Valerie had that too.

If that's how any human being is shaken by emotion, it's just like Sayamako to me.

"Please don't say that in a bad way. Who betrayed you? I used Grandpa because it was convenient for me. My grandfather and I are the same."

Practise words in your mouth, say. At the edge of his sight, he was gazing.

"Hey, Valerie. You didn't realize Grandpa was using you? You're pathetic, I feel sorry for you."

Moment after moment, anger burned my cheeks. Bottomless outrage that says you're taking a distance, but still just feels enough. It pierces me in a straight line.

There was no mistake, there was only calories that ordinary people could not hold. Valerie's eyes are opened and her canine teeth look sharp and pointy.

Her eyes only hold the will to kill anymore. It must have even been comparable to the ferocious will that the Warcraft possessed. And so, with that will, says Valerie.

"I'm not gonna kill you easy, big evil."

A herd of blue runs through the snow. In a moment, her fist will pierce me. I can't afford to do that anymore, nor can I imitate what I accept.

However, I could only buy it for a moment. Valerie, who has never been cautious and attentive to her surroundings, is the only one I've seen at this time.

Oh, I wanted this moment. Yeah, but I'm evil. So there's no point in following a wasted chivalry here.

Jump behind your back, really into the downward momentum. That was enough. At the edge of sight, the aurora of magic is rushing.

- Pierce the lid. Snake of Fire, melt the world and devour your enemies without any bones.

As I distorted the world, I saw a snake swirling the flame open its jaw to Valerie.