A Wish to Grab Happiness

Freshly emitted in a straight line is a white light that burns everything out. It was a chunk of intent to kill, bouncing off the skull of the Demon Drigman as the Lord willed.

Brain pulp splashes and pollutes the sky as skull bones are crushed and scattered. Some of the eyeballs were choosen to exhale water. Definitely a complete arrow if normal.

But it's not over yet with all that willingness to kill.

The heat line continues to pour down on Drigman as it crushes the limbs, torso, bone marrow, and so on to one of the nerves.

That was so emotional an act that it reminded me of the rough waves. Like a child getting eclampsia and kicking the ground over and over again. atrocities committed to such an extent that they also seem intransigent.

Drigman says with his tongue and throat, which began to regenerate as he continued to take it all together and let it even carbide through his body no longer. A raised retina was capturing the white girl.

If you look at it, the man who swallowed the treasure earlier has disappeared. Did you get involved, or did you even escape into the basement? I let that thought pass for a moment, but Drigman broke off that it wasn't about thinking now.

"You. That's quite a greeting, gem Ba-Agatos. The barbarian princess seems to be alive."

Intuition and that's how I understood it. This girl who stands in front of herself is no longer some kind of feeble girl from earlier. That girl is disappearing somewhere now.

There's only one thing here. A demon of his own compatriots. The only gem.

Otherwise, you can't handle your powers up to here. Besides, I remember. In the wildness of this great wave.

I don't know if this is a true awakening or if I just opened my eyes temporarily. But she certainly stood here now, and stripped her fangs against herself.

The eyes, which continue to contain Drigman's chills, increase their fierceness. The ambient impatience darkened the color.

Gemstone Agatos answers lips smoothly.

"- Greeting is this dialogue. Controller Drigman. You look as dark as ever. That's all I care about. I feel like your troublesome manuscript is intact. I wish I'd been asleep all the time anyway. Hooray for you and me that way. There's nothing more, is there? Will you sleep now? Forever."

Tongue that often turns to hatred that hasn't changed since it was once. Plus I even remember the nostalgia. Drigman rocks the cheek meat that started to regenerate. The gums were exposed and visible.

If you look around the clear-cut perimeter of the black mist, there are some folds of demonization and human corpses. Probably because of Agatos. They were all caught up in her seizures.

He moved his eyeballs and only focused on Verg, who seems to be safe. It seems that some humans have also escaped, but now it is not a matter of concern.

This Agatos is the most important thing to deal with than any of those events. If you do it badly, the Wang Du could be further ground as it is.

Agatos opens his mouth and carries on the words, as if he hadn't cut them off.

"You. You tried to kill me, didn't you, this kid? I tried to bite you down with your power. No? Hey, answer me. Silence is considered affirmative. Answer me. Now!

I can't hide my frustration. All I'm saying is that Agatos tilts his neck lightly. It doesn't show room, it doesn't act intelligent. Just an emotional act.

Drigman was, uh, remembering. While I haven't seen it in a long time, nothing changes what she once was. That's how I wrinkled between my eyebrows.

Sigh. You must have figured out why you wielded power over her.

The girl, who is the dependent on Agatos, is clearly on the human side. More so with the power of the jewels themselves. And planned, not impulsively.

Then naturally we can't protect ourselves. Even if you don't die, you can have the worst possible consequences. I need to chew myself up as the best I can do. As a demonic, that's natural.

No, Drigman asks Agatos. She just said.

"Oh yeah. But you're not. Drigman. All I'm asking for is acceptance of a guilty plea, not excuses. You're an inmate. The accuser is me, the witness, me, the judge, that's how the executioner is me - you just throw up the last words."

At the end of the day, things were done. Various gems that dance and colour around Agatos. Target Drigman as they shine their glittering light.

With her signal, the hot line will pour like heavy rain from the jewels as soon as possible. Every single one of them kills demons ten times. That white light.

In front of the manifestation of a clear intention to kill, Drigman waves quietly, thus confirming that his subordination flipped itself over the barracks. Turning to the person in front of me, I said.

To exfoliate emotions like never before, and so rough.

"- I remember. You've been a fool for a long time."

I opened my palms and let hostility seep out of my skin. More than this of each other in a state of battle. As it was according to the will of Drigman, the earth twisted and blew up dust and sand.

The air strains to the extreme, leaking whimpers that are about to crumble now. An excessive fierce will was distorting the space.

Demon. A nightmarish eating among those who are called so. That sight of a carbide poking its fangs at the carbide.

In the meantime, from the edge of the barracks near collapse, a light of business was visible. There's a sorcery fire swallowing everything.

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"Really, it must be good..."

Fialert unexpectedly groans in his mouth, looking at the barracks engulfed by the great fire. The sight that looked down from the roof of the private house was even crisp through misery.

The flame advances its legs without any exceptions, enveloping all of the barracks. Bodies, demons, weapons, supplies. Everything is as it should be. There are no errors.

That's when Rugis called his name. Do it, not by order. That means the initial thoughts failed. At that time, he had burned down the barracks themselves and decided to leave once.

Just to be honest, I had concerns with Fialert. Really, I was wondering if it was a good idea. Sweat passes on its forehead and its throat growls loudly.

Rugis screamed. Is he sure he is safe? Did Erdis also evacuate humans safely again? I couldn't grasp the fialert that was only watching the demon.

Karia is, well, she'll be fine.

So initially there was hesitation in the fialert. I was wondering if it was really good. I wondered if Rugis had screamed without regard for his own peril. For a moment, its fingertips stopped.

Still, in the next moment of hesitation, Fialert was unleashing sorcery. That's not a beautiful thing because I trusted Rugis' words, etc. Something uglier.

I was just scared. I was afraid he would abandon me.

For example, when everything was fine, what would Rugis think if he hadn't unleashed his magic?

It's about him. That's what I would say if I didn't have a choice. But deep down in my heart, in a deep psyche that doesn't even become conscious, I may no longer be trusted. They might leave you when it matters.

I don't like that.

I can still put up with being abandoned by the world and talent, but if he abandons me, I'm sure I won't be able to put up with it. Fialert was intuitive about it with his skin. Something cold strokes around the back of my ear.

Fialert's reason maintained equilibrium in an overly dangerous place. If you lean even a step, you're going to fall to the bottom of a cliff. How to get in touch with it terribly. If one thing is different, I'm sure she falls everywhere. That even she herself understands.

That is why what has been imposed on you must be accomplished. The black eyes were wide open. The eye beautifully mirrors a vortex of flames that envelops only the barracks.

The flame was no longer beyond the realm of formal witchcraft. Battlefield Sorcery. That great fire that I took off from my sorcery ancestor Altia.

Even so, if it was a fialert, whatever it was used for, whether it was a big fire or a flood, it was fine. The genius she has originally stomps even the reason of the world if it is not even suppressed by common sense. It's not the same story as being tied to a unique attribute.

I chose the flame among them because she prefers the flame. That doesn't mean I was good at anything.

When I look at the flame - it reminds me of that day.

That day in the underground temple. The day he wrapped himself in the Fire. That's how, the first day I cast him. Whenever he sees something burning, the fialert recalls it. So I liked the flames.

He said he was wrapped up in extra tension, but that's all. Fialert even leaks a comfortable looking exhale.

"Though I couldn't burn one rope that day. Perhaps it was in line with your request."

I was whining those words, accidentally in my mouth.