A Wish to Grab Happiness

And if thou slay the worldly, thou shalt be the worldly. Someone once left those words behind.

To the monster if you want to kill the monster, to the dragon if you want to kill the dragon. The moment he wanted to kill something, that's what he was made of.

Then in order to kill the demon man - he must obtain the demon man.

A glimmer of light flies through the demonic arms that lay their hands on man. Fly like the meat was funny, and the blood solemnly left marks on the floorboard.

But that wasn't the end of the killing. White light rushes up from demonic arms, its arms flesh, shoulders, neck muscles and face. That's how I eat my whole body.

Like standing your fangs and chewing your prey. Make your tongue crawl and taste it all. I ate.

The sight is ugly in a nutshell. The light, which also seems beautiful, devours the demonization of the whole thing by doing everything possible for a bad diet.

At the end of the day, the blood and flesh were all gone, and only dim stones remained. It's no different than being on the side of the road. It's just a stone.

White fingertips pick it up. It's a girl's hand. The gray hair sways briskly and wraps around Reu and the little body of the girl who so named her.

A moment of silence. Later, both demons shout their hooves and show vigilance to the girl with their weapons in their hands.

One of the habits of demonic nature is praise for power. Whatever the figure may be, the powerful are shown respect and vigilance. That's not so different whether the other person is a girl or not.

That's why both demons didn't think of Reu as a child. That's how I realized I was an enemy capable of killing demons. The moment the warcraft with the face of a wolf tried to knock his fangs out.

The demon man facing Reu, the controller Drigman, speaks out.

"- That's not a mistake. Right, are you a gem? Looks like the same kind of banishment that can't even be tied to heaven chains."

Drigman called the name of his compatriots to distort his eyes and still not rough his voice. The figure is as if it were another person, but the primitive manifestation of its supreme brilliance must belong to a compatriot who once saw it.

It's been hundreds of years since I met my fellow countrymen. Drigman's voice is undeniably caged with some intimacy and nostalgia.

At the same time, more skepticism.

She has now killed her own men. I can't even say it was an accident in itself.

Gem Ba-Agatos. The demon runs away, believing that even the life and death of others are for his own sake, and does not even try to know that he will spare anyone. Everything is for your own good, and everything is complete individually. That's the demon called Gem.

That's her thing, it's not strange to do something about it. That's true.

But - now she didn't shelter humans?

Drigman gently opens his palm and stares at the gray-haired girl. Eyes of the same color as my hair looked straight back at Drigman.

"... sorry. I don't have such a name. I'm sorry."

She says somewhere faint as she eats and kills the demonic whole thing. Reflectively Drigman thought she was a shady girl.

That's how I understood it in one word. What is happening to my own compatriots?

The jewels are still closed to the lid of their souls as they awaken. I'm just rolling around with drowsy eyes, keeping my own principles open.

Is that why you have not yet been able to regain your former appearance, while still conceding the initiative of the body to its Lord? Speaking of free girlfriends, they seem.

But that, too, is not true. Then you just have to force him to wake up. So she regains what she once was.

Drigman opens his palms flat, keeping his surrounding demons in sight. That's how, while there was still a distance, I pointed it at the girl.

I think, open my mouth. Speaking of which, it was strange how she got here in such a state. She's just a girl if she just looks like her. It doesn't look very much like the kind of temper that rolls into a demonic bunk. Perhaps the gem is awakening self-consciousness somewhat?

When asked, the girl says, shaking her voice, still showing fright no matter what she thinks.

"... sorry. To help her. 'Cause that's all it means to me to live."

shaking her white hair, the girl says with no vibrant eyes. At the end of that hand is a woman who was about to die earlier with her demonic toenails. The face turns pale, even the eyes that look at the girl look at the monster.

I jumped out to help her, the girl says. Using the power of the jewels that dwell in your body, albeit marginally.

Well, Drigman replied. That's how it goes on.

"Humans don't get it. This is bullshit."

The life-saving of others. I was wondering if I would jump into danger just for that. Yes, I groaned in my mouth. It is a very difficult feeling for those who live as demons to understand.

Gray hair swayed in Drigman's sight.

- Helping someone is never crap.

That one word. Only for that moment seemed to Drigman like a force caged in his eyes that were not vibrant. That's what I once saw, a strong eye reminiscent of a gem. The brilliance of moonlight.

I narrowed my eyes to that dazzling glow for a short while. Nostalgic, then a light that even remembers hatred.

So I was slightly late to notice.

- A silver knife was ripping hollow through even the sound.

Drigman's Raptor-like eyes move.

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It fits when demonization turns to stone and gray hair is relative to the demon.

Open your lips without moving any gaze from the look of it. My cheeks were shaking like I pulled them.

"- Come on, let go, Karia. You're not gonna break my arm."

That said, slightly move the left arm that Kalia grabbed. It was just that the carpal bones were screaming a lot of blushes and the flesh was spasmodic and reacting.

No, what's going on with this guy's strength?

Even if a normal person tightens someone else's arms, they can rebel somewhat.

But how about now? I can't move my arm as if it was even bonded with iron. I leaked a frightened voice that you must be really human.

In the meantime, I didn't distract myself from the sight in front of me. Karia whispers in her ear.

"If I let you go, no, if I let you go, what did you do now - you would have waved the blade like a squeezed bow and arrow again. Towards me."

Is it different, Kalia goes on. My lips closed for a moment.

No, the denying word doesn't get out of my mouth. A lie that is too white for boulders is hard to throw up with me. He had that degree of good sense.

"... that's amazing. Sleeping stories for kids. It's a monster as it is, that one. No, the mythical world."

Fialert blinks black eyes and even includes admiration as such says. Beautiful lips were all distorted at this time of day. He seemed desperate to find words for what to say.

Both Kalia and Fialert know exactly what they want to say. No, I'm sure I understand better than they do.

Demon, and a gray-haired girl named Reu. That one is alien. Living and walking death itself.

Instincts and reason are aligned to scratch the spirit, shaking the soul and screaming. He said we should run. Human life, etc., is equal to Xia in front of that.

I suppose so. You should. That's right, there's no mistake. Don't you also say fia alerts to the heroic Kalia?

When I saw Eldis' blue eye, I asked him what you were going to do. I already had the answer in myself.

Eldis says as he strokes his jaw with his fingertips.

"Right. If I'm being honest with you, I'd like to tie you up just like the two of you."

Something noisy. With his cheeks clasped, he puts his strength into his hand, which held the treasure sword slightly, and asks him to continue.

"- You're going, you are. I know. So what I'm trying to say is, don't do anything stupid or anything."

Eldis' fingertips poke at my chest and her lips open. I could see the heart making a loud noise at some point. And so Eldis laughs.

"It's not your life anymore. If you want to go, take responsibility for our lives and step out. If I have the will, I will be bound to you."

My chest rings loud once.

It's something that throws terrible, heavy words at me. No, I did jump into a dead place right now. I could not tell you how stupid I was to die.

I don't like it. I'm most afraid of dying and carrying people's lives. Even demons do. Not very much, but I don't even want to look directly at it. I hate everything.

Oh, still.

You have to do what you have to do. I also didn't like to live cowardly now back to my original gender. I don't want to go back like that. Besides, there are circumstances that don't make it so.

Then fear must be swallowed willingly, and bloodshed must break through the past and the present. My courage, for example, is to that extent. That's enough.

"- Then go. Demon killer, let's go high."

I said with a grin and grabbing the silver knife from my nostalgia.