A Wish to Grab Happiness

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

He was thrown away with momentum. The silver knife clearly rips the sky to pierce the Demon Drigman's skull. One, no, two. The second one, released trying to hide in a single shadow, was aimed at the neck muscle.

Drigman's eyes move wide.

It's a good little job. Drigman sighed honestly. There are few things these artists can do that are demonic. Sometimes few people handle weapons, but even those that can be handled by analogy will not be able to do this well.

Whatever, because you don't have to. Such naive craftsmanship is used only by those who do not have it.

Drigman grabs two knives at his fingertips, approaching between bites. That's how I grabbed it.

As soon as the iron crumbles, the sound rings and the fragments are slammed against the floorboard. The act even seemed to deal with toys. Captured humans scream breathlessly. There is not a single scratch left on the demon.

Naturally. You can't scratch a demon with an iron weapon made by a human. A demon is such a species as a great demon. That is what we call the unbearable in man. Once in ancient times, there was no such thing as a memory of being scratched by one iron in Drigman.

"Lord Controller!

Hissing the lower body of the horse, Verg barks. The hoof hits the floor hard and the wooden slab. Harsher than the former, his face had gained extra authority. upset, that's how the anxiety is coloring my voice. He was utterly emotionally demonic.

But I don't have a choice. In this case.

Black. All I can say is that the fog erupts from the whole perimeter, covering the sight of Drigman and Verg. I heard all the demons around me raise a voice close to screaming. A voice as if it had even been tightened up by the neck.

- Surprise. The size of the enemy. Spells. Peers. Something that's not a gem.

Several words passed Drigman's thought, but wipe away quickly. What we need now is not what we are being asked to do now.

There's only one thing you should do as a controller.

"All -"

A low voice sounds like a lick of Drigman's earth, covering his surroundings. The confused demonic sanity of both was restored only marginally. The palms are opened and aim for two places.

The window where the knife was thrown, and the girl with the gray hair.

This kind of handiwork you've been aiming for. First of all, no doubt, the white girl has her hands tied to the person outside. That's how I nodded at the reckless gesture earlier if it was a move for a positive motion. Really convincing.

There is no such thing as throwing your life away to help people.

But then, the power of the gem is in the hands of man now. That's too bad. Then we'll have to hit the hand we need to hit.

Thus everything was at hand, but Drigman squeezed away the space in front of him with his palms. From the edge, it just seemed like the sky was swept away.

"- Continue with me. Definitely kill him."

Just say those two words.

At the same time, the sound of screams overlapping. The windows, bricks, and walls of the barracks are bounced and destroyed. The space ahead that Drigman squeezed, everything about it, can't stand the force poured out, but it crushes like it did.

That was the spell. Even black fog repelled and dispersed conflicting beings. That sight as if you're even dreaming of a bad nature. But as a matter of fact, the collapse was here.

Drigman's vision is slightly clearer. I didn't have the feeling I killed a human. Then you must still be here.

No, I was there.

Purple electric trajectories appear in Drigman's big eyes. Bad news is, we've already made it. If we reach out to each other, we pierce the heart, if we reach out, the horizon where our necks snap.

So it's all woven. A human hand, I think. I could see open human eyes.

Undisputed intent to kill. Will to kill. Robust self. They are one and they are waving through the eyes. Drigman once saw this one. That's how I once felt this vibe.

Reflectively, Drigman put up his arms. It was not boiling humiliation or burning indignation about being bladed at a human being, but something different was floating around.

- Right, Altia, it's you.

I miss it terribly. That's how I murmured my abominable name in my chest.

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For a moment. There was time to condense eternity. During the blink at which it all is determined by one thing. Only for a short time can black fog twist and fall on both demons.

The treasure sword roars and brightens purple electricity if you don't eat the demon's neck. The tip of the sword drew a rough semicircle, cutting off the sky. Fast, just fast. That's all I can do.

At the same time, the demon's palms were visible in front of him. I look to this side so that my eyes with large white eyes freeze cold.

Only then will the signs of death cover your entire body. Something that couldn't be called sweat or tears crawled out of my pores. In any case, I never received this gaze directly before.

Dead place. No, there's a clear death in front of me now. Signs of intense blood and disconnection.

Intuitive. Human beings talk about death like it's something special, but this guy is different. Death naturally lies in front of this guy, and this guy accepts it too. That's nature.

If we don't avoid it, we die supremely and naturally. I had that instinct.

He turned his body reflexively against the palm approaching his eyes. Pull the left leg and spin it half a turn, changing the sword's aim from his neck to his arm and swinging it away. The trajectory for this was already visible. Breathing remains stopped as if dead.

A flash swoops through the universe. A spiritual blow that drove her ankle to her hips and ran her strength from her hips to her shoulders and arms. That definitely captured the demon man's left arm.

- Blood flow blows out, his left arm flies a thousand times. The demon's skin, which did not show any wounds with the knife, was now allowing itself to be in the treasure sword.

Remaining in that position, he returns a cut poked at the floor and draws a line from his left flank to his right shoulder in sight. He rattled his spine as his back rotated to pain. Thus, he looks to heaven and waves the treasure sword away.

Meat again, the feeling of chopping bones. That keeps spreading in your hands. The red of blood polluted the brilliance of purple electricity, and the demon's half pulled a mess.

Without exhaling or inhaling, he shook up his treasure sword toward it, which again seemed no longer a lump of meat.

At the same time, the meat chunk says.

"- Right. A treasure to that sword, Altia's family or you. I miss you."

vomited from his pulled lips. It was released with no different calm from normal times. The meat chunks dyed black and black, and so on.

Something looms in front of me.

The next moment, heaven and earth flipped. My body itself is beaten somewhere as if it had lost its power to be drawn to the earth.

The sound of bones and meat mixed together.

"Let me have it back. My treasure, that's happiness, for me and for you."

Thousands of severed arms join the meat chunks, and that's how they become demon figures again. The flesh created a new shape around him.

You monster. Those words are about to leak out your mouth. There's a lot of bullshit. There was going to be a grudge from the bottom of my heart. What kind of witchcraft and if they rip your body apart, it would be the norm to die.

But this end in itself is half what I expected. As long as he's in the earth, he never loses. The earth blesses him, and all bounty is in his hands.

Oh, that's why - he was once, twice, killed in the sky.

The color of the black scarlet crushes the ceiling. Rigorous shooting and sounding, just like I think the roof itself will blow up.

As he falls from the sky, he wields a long sword with the authority that even makes him think of a giant. I heard a slight voice.

- Crazy stuffy.

The silver hair was bouncing and the demon was lifting his hands flat.