A Wish to Grab Happiness

I felt abrupt vomiting. My stomach fluids are refluxing my throat and I'm rushing so hard to spit out the contents of my stomach. Force yourself to swallow them and keep your lips down with your fingers.

Unconsciously, I could see sweat licking my forehead. Doha Sura is grinning as she opens her demonic eyes in the front.

It's a question to me, as if I'm waiting for an answer to be spit out. Point your finger at him and say.

"... this is the last one. Just one. Just one more."

If you can answer, Doha Sura says. What came to mind in that expression was demonization itself. There was a wrinkle between his eyebrows, and his chin rose.

"Northwest of the Garrist kingdom, there must be a herd of warcraft. That's why Valerie left - is Altius going to pull it off? Or, coincidentally, the Warcraft wanted to dance with all their legs together."

I already knew the answer. I already knew half of what Doha Sura was going to say.

Still, I had to ask. Turn around without asking and move on with your legs without knowing anything. That can't be happening.

I don't know why, but I think. I'm sure I owe this to you.

Doha Sura said as she rippled her lips. It was because of the Warcraft that he did not contain any emotions.

"Unfortunately, you can't answer me."

I bet you are. Yeah, he's terribly honest that he's a warcraft. I even want to say thank you. Instead of being lazy, he assured me that he couldn't answer.

There is only one criterion that Doha Sura cannot answer, whether it is a betrayal to Altius or not. So if you can't answer the question you just threw at me.

That is tantamount to saying that Altius is the Ten Himself who created the catastrophe.

The pulse quickens and the heart hits a strong sound. They gradually gained momentum and accelerated blood flow throughout the body. The back teeth, which were meshed with nature, roar.

Right. I see, I know exactly what it is. I understand. Thanks.

- Um, abuzz.

My teeth don't engage. My fingertips were trembling like cramps and my guts were burning up.

Stuck, something. What catastrophe was that shitty, worst than the bottom of the earth? He said it was the front seat for the ideal that Altius talks about. Has anyone and he died because of that lopsided front seat?

The child died in front of the parents beyond talk, and the parent died in front of the child. There were times when the baby's skull was crushed by a warcraft, and countless times when a woman was ravaged by a warcraft.

So both my parents, whose blood was not connected, and my master, who was the only, died there. We all lost it. That was the only time I had a connection to me that was as good as Arueno.

Not so much, the catastrophe was spectacular. It was the worst thing ever.

That's what he did. Is that what that divine spiritual temper caused?

Long time no see, my voice gets rough. I was even about to leak a dry laugh.

"In order to move the world the way you want, let's go rough all you want first. That's good. If I were a guest, I'd throw a bottle of booze in the stage. Screw you."

My cheeks are tight. It was terribly cloudy in my head. The thought of thinking has been turned upside down from the bottom.

Initially, he believed that the best way to contain the devastation of the catastrophe was to unite the hands of the kings of nations.

Anyway, that was once done as a matter of fact. If only we could move the field a little bit, and work together earlier, if we could do it more closely. It could turn out badly.

Such a pictorial event was floating in my skull.

But if someone who tells the arrogant shore that it's a god spirit is going to pull his hand behind the scenes, it's like a different story.

No matter how you scratch it, it will surely come to an end. For the purpose of Artius, all is accomplished.

As it once was, it will not be over until mankind is aligned and begs him for salvation. That's why Altius had a catastrophe.

Bad chest feces. I had an aversion as if my gut had been twisted in my body. It seems like nothing more than this.

What, but think about it. On the contrary, I can also say that everything has become easier to understand.

Stuck, reclaim Arueno's body, and stop the catastrophic breath.

- Altius, all you have to do is trample the heart of the great hero Altia.

Excellent. Nothing is clearer than that. This is what I wanted. I lift my cheeks, forcing them up.

"- I don't know what you think. But Altia's ideals are good for being out there. Better than watching tens of billions and pity emerge from this. Much better. No, it's better."

Doha Sura tells me to respond to my words. What the word wanted to say was understandably thin.

Indeed, in a catastrophe, everyone and he all die. Very few survive death. Even if he survives in that way, he is deprived of his thoughts, he loses his wisdom, and the book is burned.

But beyond that is indisputable happiness. Days when you don't need to think about anything and just wish for it. The supreme daily life governed by God and able to live in peace under a united will.

That must be great. Once upon a time, you are so happy that you want to fall in and wish.

On the contrary, if from this point on, man remains what he is today. I'm sure the tragedy will continue to be created. The battle will be repeated every time something happens, and everyone will be as confrontational and hateful as they like.

That is inevitable no matter how you scratch it. That's what humans are for.

He said Altius is much better than that. He says it's better to meditate on the damage just a little bit now than the future perpetual tragedy will be mass-produced. That's what I'm trying to say.

Sigh, leak. I took the chewing cigarette out of my chest and let it tuck in my mouth.

I wanted to calm my heart down a little bit when the fever was about to burst. I wanted room to chill out the words, even for a few moments.

Through a familiar smell of nostrils, I say.

"Okay. Just one thing, let me tell you what I think. Doha Sura"

Doha Sura rippled her lips for a moment, keeping her mouth shut and listening to my words.

"Altius would certainly be great. It's just heroism."

Once she waved the flag to save people, and she worked fast to build a mighty nation. It is indisputable, a man who laid the foundations of a human state.

There is no other word that can refer to such a human being than a hero. Talk to the great hero. I don't have enough words. Let's even show some respect.

It's time to transform history and create a new era. She deserves exactly that.

But.

If it is the hero who changes history. Who do you think builds up, earns, and finds meaning in those histories?

It's just people. It's mediocre and has no handle whatsoever. People who just live their days. They are the witnesses of history, the ones who can build them up.

Heroes can't do it. Because they can't, they transform the world, too.

But what Altius is trying to achieve is no longer a transformation. Dominance.

The great hero says so this time, let all of men run in unity, let them take control of everything. That's what he says he tells us from the way history builds up, without the need for wisdom or distress.

"He sounds stupid. It's not history. That's what they call theatre. I'm not saying I live to be a puppet character."

Doha Sura was seen narrowing her eyes naturally. Even if I miss something, I can see it. No more words exchanged from there.

Stand up and shake the treasure sword on your hips. The purpose was set. I also figured out what to do. Then there is no point in being rested.