A Wish to Grab Happiness

Black scarlet explodes, killing demonic herds. Only when that long sword was wielded, the demon's flesh greatly polluted the hollow.

That's a kind of fantastic sight. I even had a sacred atmosphere when I said it was bloody. Primitive, then unilateral genocide. The purest form of struggle.

It is ironically stained that it was not the devil who formed them, but the person who was.

What is that? With just that many questions in his chest, both demonized warcraft disappeared. The blood is boiling, the bones are crushed, and the flesh is shredded.

No, really. Maybe I knew what it was. But I didn't understand why you were hurting us.

Demon deer eyeballs circle. Pull multiple eyeballs out of the orbit and look at them.

Silver-haired person. Just a little girl at first glance. a powerless category. Demon deer understand that they are inherently merely assembled by warcraft.

But only the magic embedded in its body is separate. My spine is about to turn into ice as it is.

Far greater than ourselves. Much tougher. So, huge.

Oh, yeah. It's a giant. There is a great demon there, the champion of a land that will never fall.

Then why does the giant strike himself, who is of the same demonic nature? That's what the devil deer can't figure out. The silver eye turned to itself now.

The devil deer leaks a whimper and gives him a hoof as he spits out his blood. As if kneeling, reaching out with hope. Why do you ask?

And the giant in front of him looked at him and said:

"- Die here. That's what's best for you."

Black scarlet covered the eyes of the devil deer. In the next moment, there was nothing more. Only the carcass of a single warcraft was left behind.

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"I feel like I didn't get one dialogue."

Said Kalia with a far-sighted look at the blood tide between the warcraft sprinkled on her silver hair, carefully wiping it. Around it there is a pile of warcraft bone meat, which exhales the curse of thoughts.

No more words. It's a sight that can only be celebrated.

As it once was. No, more than that, awesome. That one word was enough to appreciate Kalia now.

Even though it was eaten from the flanks of both warcraft, it was undoubtedly the presence of Kalia that crushed it easily. Her sword increases its sharpness from time to time without losing sharpness either.

You're no longer right when it comes to human separation. My spine for a moment, something cold passed.

Did you notice the gaze on this side, Karia lets loosen her cheeks and returns her gaze? battlefield. It was a strangely beautiful face, even though it was also in the carcass of a warcraft.

"What do you think, your proud shield? I don't think there's anything more?

Karia says somewhere provocative. The silver eye swung and looked at him. Shoulders flattered wide and words returned as he shook his head.

"Not at all. I don't. All my life, I don't think I'll have any trouble with my shield."

I rang my throat and said that jokingly. Seeing Karia nodding her jaw satisfactorily, apparently it wasn't the wrong answer.

Sometimes lately, word for word, she shows a strange prick. That's what it is, so I was extra careful with the words.

No, wait. You've been the same on that point for a long time, yeah. Nothing changes.

As they gather the slightly scattered soldiers, the fialert widens its black eyes beside them. At the end of his gaze, there are several humans who look like garrison soldiers.

I guess they were the ones who were spearing with the Warcraft first. In those verses we see wounds, not a single intact human being.

The expression had a slight, albeit slight, colour that seemed suspicious. No, naturally. There must be something odd about Gaza on the crest, and a bunch of Garrist kingdom aristocrats.

Tastes bad. Honestly, I'm not sure how I spoke up. I guess we should ask Mattia or Eldis at times like this, but they should still be in the back row.

He said he was dying to choose a word. A leading commander-like woman said with her eyes closed. When I look at that look, I get the impression that it looks serious or solid.

"First, thank you for the rescue. My name is Neymar-Gloria, deputy secretary of the Wangdu Township Guard. Your rescue saved my soldiers' lives. … but what is your purpose as a brigade?"

I have not heard of the crest religion, and the fact that Gaza has tolerated its entry into the territory of the Kingdom of Garrist. Speaking those words, she made her voice leak out.

A strong gaze penetrated Kalia and Fialert, including me, and the soldiers' faces. But is it because of fatigue that the words see a slight weakness?

Well, how did you answer that? I let my lips pull for a moment as I leaked my formal words.

"I don't belong anywhere, but my name is Rugis. The purpose is just rescue. Nothing else."

At the same time as the words, I can see that Neymar's face became somewhat tense. But I could also see that I was trying not to put it on my voice and expression.

Funny discomfort sprouts up in me just looking at that look for a moment. What can I say about visibility? I should never have known her.

I kept saying things to get rid of them.

"The capital of King Garrist is fallen, and he is finally stepping through the earth to the devil like a myth. Not if humans are already engaged. Wouldn't you?

Therefore, the rescue to the King's capital? Naimar groans slightly at my words. My shoulders were still moving up and down a lot.

When I nod, after a beat, she opens her mouth the same way she did earlier. The word can still not be described as powerful.

But there is only one. It contained hostility that could be described as clear.

"- You're the one waiting ahead. No, it would be effective control of the King's capital by creed religion and Gaza. Ever since history, there's just never been an example of effectively controlled land being handed over bloodlessly to its owners."

It was a pale voice color. Seems serious and wordy like trying to tangle up the chest on the other side.

I remember the way it was. Perhaps this is not the trait she inherently possesses. Someone taught me that.

The more so, is that the sense of ready-to-see? So I remember, naturally. I held up my cheek and smiled.

In a way that Neymar doesn't care about my expression, I say.

"Thank you for your rescue. However, the word rescue and so on melts down at the same time as death and snow. That would have the worst possible outcome. I'd like you not to look at me sweetly, the crest hero Rugis. I'm listening to your purpose."

With the deputy secretary of the Township Guard. She did say that. Then it's already easy. I know exactly who is above her and who gave her Kaoru.

You're gonna get me in trouble, dude.

But I don't need to cover it up anymore. It doesn't make any sense anyway. I open my mouth with my original grin, not something I created.

The extra nostalgia didn't seem to deter my cheeks from loosening. I even felt like I was still looking at myself under him.

"Worst possible outcome. Let's say it's analogous, Neymar-Gloria."

I peek into her face, and that's how I tell her to speak behind her eyes.

"Even so, it's better than being ruled by demons. It's a lot better than being robbed and destroyed by the Great Demon - tell Richard's grandfather that. Is he here?

That's what Grandpa adds, because rough ground is the area.

For the first time then, I felt Neymar's face heavily distorted.

"Yeah, let's do that. Rugis-Vrilligant. Because that's my job."