A Wish to Grab Happiness

I think I'm aware of that. Eldis so prefaced before choosing the words to speak out.

"- That kid, you said Reu. What's Rugis going to do with her, Fialert?"

Eldis said small, hiding herself in an alley house. A voice gently raised the edge of the word strikes the ear of a fialert.

Don't overlook Rugis and Kalia, who go forward to lead, poking their feet one step forward and then opening their mouths with a fialert too. The black eye leaned slightly.

"There will be nothing to do, nothing but protect. At least that's what Rugis would say, right?

Fialert moved her lips as she pulled her jaw and lifted her dark hair. The voice has a worrying color. Undisputed, worried about Rugis.

Fialert and I wasn't willing to easily abandon the girl I initially named Reu. Fialert has not abandoned his good sense so much as to throw away a girl who miraculously survived in the king's capital, where this demonization reigns, pretending no longer to look and see.

But it is only within the bounds of good sense. Fialert thinks it's different if it goes beyond range.

I'm sure Fialert would hesitate if she asked me if I could throw everything out to help her alone. Must be a mouthful.

But he won't, Rugis. Rugis pretends to be ruthless even with his mouth, saying that people are naturally there to abandon people, etc. I'm sure I won't be able to do it when I have to.

By the time he gets sick, he's afraid of losing something and overlooking it. Even if it was a stranger. Lost in front of him. He won't be able to stand them.

Such thoughts were swirling as definite worries on the chest of the fialert. Exhales, leaks. My black hair was dancing loosely through the universe.

Erdis nods, as he sees through the chest of the fialert. I said so with little time in my hair. Probably in a voice that only sounds like a fia alert. But everywhere is terrible.

"Fialert, that girl is clearly crazy. It's a thorn in its own right. It could hurt him - don't you think it should be broken before you poke him deep?"

A voice so cold that the air itself is likely to be ice. It was a voice that let people know that this is what a species called Elves meant to humans.

The voice color raps that it feels neither as valuable as mustard for human life. I didn't know about the fialert and felt my chest get stiff and heavy.

I don't even know if you actually think that, but I'm sure those thoughts must be breathing on the basis of Eldis' ideas.

That's what elves are for. For the first time in a long time, Fialert realized that Eldis was heterogeneous. It was like someone else when I put Rugis in front of me.

Fialert responds to words as she clogs her throat for a moment.

"Right. You're right, Rugis will understand, too. But why would you tell me that if you wanted to break it?"

There is no mistake in what Eldis says. Reu. The girl who so named is full of suspicions. It was seen several times in protecting her.

How can only one person be safe as warcraft and human remains lie in an alley? In the first place, how did you get inside the king's capital? So how can there be no scratch on that body while keeping it in such a state that it showers more than one blood all over its body?

Of course, it can also be said that all of them are the result of coincidences and overlaps. You can swallow it if you think too much.

But there was only one thing that I couldn't swallow in the thin silk of coincidence.

In that girl named Reu lies a magical power that can be described as immense.

I just touched that skin, so much so that my whole body is total hair. Fialert felt even signs of a ferocious beast falling asleep in her as she was embracing her.

Perhaps what Eldis is saying is that. Unusual demons. If you're swallowing something like that more than you were born with, and you've lived in earnest now, I even think that's a miracle.

Normally, the magic would undoubtedly erupt first, and the body would be shattered and scattered. Huge amounts of magic cannot be broken without proper manipulation ceremonies. As far as Reu's body was concerned, there were no such traces. Now, I'm acting like there's nothing wrong with it.

It's a sorcerer's fialert, and for Erdis, it's unspeakable discomfort itself.

You should pick a word and say it directly to Rugis, Fialert goes on. Accordingly, Eldis enlarged the blue eye.

"... even though I don't want to bother him with trivial things. You'll see, so will you. If you tell him these stories, he'll end up in trouble."

That would certainly be the case. I could clearly imagine the situation in Fialert as well.

With all this said, Rugis would try so hard to solve everything on his own while distorting his expression like trouble. Forget how many times my bones have been shattered. No, maybe he's gone after he remembers.

Am I supposed to say that it's stupid? I also feel that's right.

Yeah, but reaching for that hard work is also something I was heartburned and in love with. I make it, I can't save myself.

The black eyes of the fialert narrowed unknowingly.

"- Okay. I get it. If it's for Rugis, let's work together. Neither you nor I can really say anything."

Fialert nodded and said with a sighing momentum. Would I have been like this once? I can't remember it anymore, but I felt it was more deeply embedded.

From the day we swallowed the honey wine, it seemed even worse.

Erdis mocks herself on her cheeks, then opens her mouth slightly satisfied.

"Oh, no. I hate it so much. I know, myself."

The appearance of shrugging his shoulders seemed to imitate his habits, Fialert thought. Binoculars loosen for a moment and then regains sharpness. Without turning back, Eldis said.

"Then let's do it well. You're better than a magician in the capital."

Fialert nods and crawls his gaze behind the alley for only a moment. Ahead, I felt like I could only see the tip of my white hair slightly.

Its colour, which would otherwise lie on our own lurking destinations. Soon, too, it blends into dimness.

"- Yeah. Right. So much so that no one notices."

Because if he notices, Rugis could be heartbroken. Fialert added those words.

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Although the Demon Drigman had the demon name Controller. Its nature was never that of the king, but that of a commander.

It is like steering a soldier as a limb and crushing mankind. No mercy or mercy looks natural, and a terrible behavior that crushes everything.

He used to be. I prefer the power of the army as if I didn't believe in it, even though it is a powerful species that was allowed to exist alone. I wonder if it has rarely moved alone.

That's why I don't know his original script. I mean, I use both arms somehow.

Even if you don't know it, there was once a man who could kill Sang-gu. If only I knew how to kill him.

But that's not the case this time.

I'm not the person I've been able to behave as relaxed as I used to be, and I'm not cheap enough to be a demon to kill me like that.

It is indisputably the natural enemy of mankind, the Devil.

If you are, at least one of those hands has no winning eye if you can't see it. It would be easiest if you could kill me when I'm sleeping.

"... I guess they're really coming, the devil and the devil. If you're coming, I want you to hurry up."

Says as Karia makes sure she sticks to my shoulder. A strangely sweet smell stroked my nose.

It shows how tired I am, but it doesn't mean I did anything. I'm just waiting. Although, given the nature of Kalia, waiting is probably the greatest pain.

After several times pressing a blade on the neck of both demons and receiving words, Drigman appears to be a commander and occasionally to the soldiers.

What a splendid thing. Shall I say the Commander's appraisal?

Therefore, we are pushing ourselves into the barracks where the Warcraft are stationed in order to find out where they are going. Eldis' spirituality really helps me when I hide myself like this.

I don't know if there's a harvest, but if Drigman even showed up with shards, that's an indisputable opportunity.

- Maybe we can get a glimpse of some of his original scriptures at that time. No matter how much sacrifice there will be on the spot.

At the same time, several emotions were exhaling in his chest. If someone is to be sacrificed, who should it be? I had the thought of dying and that I would have to die if I had to.

Exhalation is hot. The incompatible emotions seemed to be rampant in the chest as they meshed with each other.

Ring your fingers gently and put your fingers in your nose. That's how my fingers searched for chewing cigarettes. Wrinkle between eyebrows reflexively.

No, you can't. The smell pounds on my nose when I bite a cigarette. It is often said that they hide well, but they can be found by smell. I can't do such a stupid thing to a boulder.

Kill your breath while biting your teeth and suppressing slight irritation. In the meantime, the conflict of futile thoughts was also wandering around the brain marrow.

Oh, I hope the spot comes soon. Trouble is a luxury that only people with time can have. When the time and place are right, you can disappear and lose whatever shape you want.

I heard both warcraft raise their voices lightly. It's not an alert voice. Something slightly nervous.

My throat rings. Expectations hit my chest hard. After a moment, my ears picked up the word Demon Man. Only slightly, he crawls his gaze toward his voice.

And his eyes caught his sight. Of all the demonic herds, the only one who recognises that look.

Undisputed. A demon once killed by a hero. That's how the hero died. Now I have to kill him.

Controller Drigman was ahead of sight. That's just it, big chills covering my spine. My teeth rang small.