A Wish to Grab Happiness

Gray-haired girl Reu. Agatos, an abominable demon who borrowed that figure, steps into the room in his footsteps. Every single sound of it sounded so different from what humans could stand.

I guess that means Agatos came here of his own free will to see the fialert behind her and the look that seeped through Erdis' bitter taste.

This is disgusting. Something cold touches the back of my ear. My heart rang hard once.

I didn't tell Grandpa or the Garrison soldiers that I had brought demon eggs into the boulder. Because at least they didn't feel as involved as the shards.

Her neck had been dropped on the spot, largely in case I told you.

If I could, would you stay asleep for a while, or I would have liked Reu to wake up. If her identity is exposed here, everything could roll off in the worst possible direction.

What should we do? A voice tangled in his ear said without even helping to prevent it.

"What's wrong with you? Look like a kitten hit the other way. You want to kill them scattered. You want to win by no skin. To that controller."

Many generals. That's how Richard's grandfather's gaze made him look like a girl who wasn't yet frightened, and his surroundings snorted for a while. What the hell is this girl? The silence speaks of its perplexity more eloquently than in a wide variety of words.

Earlier, Fialert moved her protruding lips small. It was a strangely smooth voice, though a word I would have been forced to make up.

"Collaborators...... although they are good. I wonder if it's the source of information. I thought it made sense, and I brought him here."

Moment after moment, I realized that my black eyes looked this way. A slight amount of agony is hidden in the black.

I roughly understood what I was going to say.

Calm is the reason why the fialert is so anxious. Something very troublesome must have happened that I didn't even want to talk about. Probably brought him out too.

Stuck Agatos is somehow trying to put his shoulder in a human. Although I understood that she was at odds with the controller Drigman. Still, I never imagined turning to the side of helping humans.

In the first place, a demonic demon doesn't imitate choosing humans as negotiators. It should have been even more so if it was a jewel that wanted to run away and brutalize.

Changes in mood. That's something of a truly human nature. Something similar to demonic nature doesn't normally do a change of heart. Even if it did, it would be extremely rare. Would it have been said that demonization is a one-sided organism and that man is a multi-sided organism, but for?

How could a demon, who can be said to be pure in his demonic nature, once again transform his mind from time to time? Palms slightly damp. If it's just a whim, that's fine.

The moment I opened my mouth and managed to carry on the words of Fialert. Grandpa said, fingering his chin beard.

A bad feeling crawls around my throat.

"- You used to see similarities. Are you mixed up, that lady? Rugis, what are you doing here?"

An eye that doesn't hide the years I've walked, but still has a strong will to pierce my eye.

I don't like it. Oh, I don't like it. I certainly didn't think I could hide everything from this grandfather. I want you to have something a little more far-fetched.

Can you at least take a look at this one's efforts? That kind of pity isn't enough for your grandfather. Anyway, I've known it for a long time.

With a bow and arrow gaze from one side of the perimeter, he flaunts his shoulder. One step closer to Agatos.

"She's half human, but the other half is like demonic. He knows a lot about demons. I would say leave blacksmiths to blacksmiths. If you want to hear about them, you should listen to them from someone closer to them."

I said that pretending to be the wind that it would be nothing, wherever possible. If it's a strange upset or show here, it's decided to be extra suspicious.

Then we should talk about it with grandeur, even if it's a lie. Enough to at least fool myself. Otherwise people can't fool you.

Grandpa shook his strong eyes and opened his mouth.

"Half of it is demonic, Rugis. Oh, my God, you know what I'm saying?

Half of them are human children like us, Grandpa.

Gaze at each other as they open their lips. Grandpa shook his chin beard as he deepened his wrinkles and crawled his gaze to Agatos.

I knew the rebellion. It's so easy to hear stories from demons, generals. No, there's no way the average person would approve.

I can see that the colours of confusion and suspicion intensify more with time. It was helpful not to be weirdly floating, but it was an expression that could not be said to be excessively pleasant.

The gray hair I see it shakes and tells me to laugh spirally.

"What a human being is really a norm. There's no such thing as a shard of intelligence on your back. I'm telling you I'll give you wisdom, so you just have to take it. If that's what you don't care about, then yes. You just have to climb a tree and roll an apple."

You're a genius for backstroking people's nerves. The one called this gem. I really want you to stop.

I didn't have a chance to hear that word back in the day, so I only knew that I was unattended and arrogant. I also didn't think you were a pepper and a tongue spinning all you wanted. A picture of a woman with a distressing beauty in me sounds like she's quietly peeling off.

"... I can't feel intelligence or character from your words. Fine, the doctrine of using whatever you can. I'll put it in your ear. Not as much as the saloon occupier said."

Grandpa said, yes, that's very good. and Agatos nodded satisfactorily. Thank you. She seems to be someone who doesn't care about fine words. No, or does it never resonate with the human language?

The Garrison generals are still strengthening their gaze in such a way that they cannot hide their suspicions, but they still shook their heads vertically once Grandpa responded. Then they are not the kind of people who would bother to step on it.

For a moment, he leaks an exhale close to relief in his mouth. By my side, Bigeye was looking at me like he meant something.

Agatos waves his lips without putting them down for a short while.

"Fine. I'll tell you. He's a controller wherever he goes. How do you know what a demon is called? To cut off other features. A demon. Instead, from the world, nails are meant to be left behind."

So he's always tied to the role of controller. Though he is as powerful as he is when he leads both sexes. He is weaker than any demon when he leads nothing. If you're going to kill me, I guess that's where it is.

Agatos said those words without permission. I'm sure no one knew that before. The caged language of reality has a strange authenticity and thus weight. So much so that I don't think it was emanated from a very single girl.

Then he uttered a few words, and Agatos tightened his words.

"- Well, that's what it looks like. At the end of the day, that woman must have shot me down. Really, stupid guy."

Should the last word I leaked be called sadness or sentiment? There was a cage of emotions that just didn't seem like demons. No, it just seemed to me, and maybe there's really nothing there.

For a while after the words were finished, no one, including me, tried to open their mouths. There are signs that I'm chewing up words I put in from my ears, desperately trying to swallow them.

Only Eldis says it in a way that made his long ears jump and even showed hostility to Agatos.

"Is the controller Drigman not one of yours? [M] I wonder how you could put a price tag on his neck so easily."

It was the wind that pure questions came out of my mouth. Others felt it, and their gaze poured all over Agatos.

Agatos replied, looking like he didn't know what he was being asked for a moment.

"I'm a compatriot, that's right. But enemies are allies. I don't have the sense to think about it. It's unique to humans and elves. I live for my purpose, and so does he. Sometimes humans and elves will argue with one another."

Agatos answers in such a way that he is asked what he really doesn't understand, not dislike or ridicule. That's how I added the words.

"Besides, he tried to kill me. The only reward for killing is the equivalent of killing."