A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Used to be killed by humans. Then we must get over it. I guess it's my destiny now."

The worst manifestation of death at its lowest - the controller Drigman said so, turning around and turning his back on the throne. Face to face with its appearance, which even looks seemingly innocent, Richard sets up a black sword reflexively.

The unworthy, metal rubbing sound echoed the sky well before the throne.

Richard understands. The alien in front of you, just a person but an overwhelming presence. A demon refers to this. Even if they didn't say anything, my whole body felt it.

Richard tangled his paralyzing pinkies strongly into the pattern, signaling the soldiers behind him with only his gaze. It just seems pointless everywhere to imitate asking for numbers before this. Then you should let the soldiers do something else.

The soldiers nod and retreat a few steps. Richard instead looked forward. At that stage, I noticed that the alarm, which had been ringing in my skull since earlier, had stopped perfectly.

Maybe that's what instinct says when it's too late. Richard took a step forward as he deepened the wrinkles on his face. A gaze that even felt the viscosity of the demon showed signs of burning his whole body.

"Was it you who set the king's capital on fire? Took a lot of terrible measures. It's amazing."

The demon said without any emotion. Despite saying such words, none of the emotions that are put in there are close to nothing. It's as if even the mask is hanging around.

Richard opens his mouth and says as he deserves. I was biting off words one by one.

"To kill a horrible demon, you have to take a horrible hand too. Ahem. That's any kind of cure."

One more step, Richard approached. He holds a black sword in his hand and shakes his chin beard. Every step closer, the temper bites into the old body. It was as if the air had become a heavy liquid.

"I'm surprised. What a name for a controller. I thought you were taking both warcraft and running away before they attacked you."

Have you decided to wait alone and throw your life? Yes, with my lips bouncing and crooked. Richard bent his knee slightly.

When this was the limit, my instincts were stroking around my cheeks.

It's still a long way from being a demon. But still. I've already got a blade sticking up my throat. Richard rang his wrist as he remembered something cold on his neck muscle.

said Drigman as he gently raised his arm and spread his right palm.

"That's a funny thing to say. Why would I have to imitate someone running away from me? [M] Do you ever abandon a house in front of a feather?"

At the same time as I finish, Drigman's widened palm closes. The moment he puts it in his sight, Richard kicks the floor hard. He jumped forward to the right, almost throwing out his body.

Moments, I heard a noise. That sounds very, very unpleasant. If you were forced to bite down an object, this would be the sound of a collapse called Sonaguchi.

Richard lay down and looked at them. Like the place you were putting your foot on just moments before twisting through the space. The floor stone was crushed and the sky on the spot screamed and stuffy.

Fragments of the collapsed floor stone choke the cheeks, creating a fracture wound. Without even wiping the dripping blood, Richard slaps the floor with his feet again. I stepped once with no attitude, but I was forced to rebuild it.

For a moment, I don't have time to stop. Now he rushed forward to slaughter and kill his enemies, not to avoid them. The feeling of crawling through my skin increases my concentration even more.

In the middle of it, a white girl appeared in Richard's brain. of mixing with witchcraft. A demon who may not be good at it. Now regret crawls through Richard's chest.

After all, I should have killed Rugis no matter what he said. Words like that rolled out into my brain unknowingly.

The girl said. The roots, the primitive, of the Controller Drigman are neither the cause of blessing nor the power to crush death as long as it stands on the earth. They were all given to him by the Spirit God Zebrellis. There is only one original of him.

- Two names remain, control is that proof of existence. He has a lot of untrained skills. A past I couldn't grasp. So that one even controls the distance and grabs everything.

The word was true. The monster in front of you is an overwhelming threat that uses its palms to grip even the space itself.

That's why I should have killed that kid. Richard thinks so.

Be demonic to any human being, it becomes a great weakness to have your information out there. It is the same way that a warcraft that should not even be on teeth, such as humans, was driven away by humans because they were familiar with its nature.

The fact that it is not known is sufficient advantage. If you are known for your weapons, your habits, and your sword muscles, it will be difficult to grasp victory no matter how powerful you are.

Thus the more powerful the demonic kind, his personality was an attempt to hide it. All witnesses eat and kill, not on the surface stage as far as possible. They know very well that they are the best.

If it is a monster such as a demon, it would be a monster. Even so, the white girl is familiar with the power. That is, how close he was to this demon. It was the enemy side of the human species.

I left a regret. That thought just passed Richard's brain for a moment.

But Drigman's left palm sets his sights on Richard's body so that he won't even tolerate such a glimmer of regret. What it shows is a clear death.

Should I avoid it? No, we're close enough to make it. I don't even have time to get lost.

The black sword uses its own gravity to feed on the sky. As the tip of the sword drew a stunning oval, it devoured Drigman's left wrist.

If you want to grab even the distance, you can jump the hand itself. Black stands a blade on the flesh. Blood splash, it flew.

That's how it ended. The black sword never chooses Drigman's flesh, nor breaks his bones.

Richard looks into his eyes reflexively. A swing all over me, even if I had planted a cage hand, was something that was supposed to break both ways as well. At least I could have done enough to bend my arm.

Even so, now the Black Sword ended up only slightly spitting blood out while keeping it on Drigman's left wrist. The sharpness with which the flesh was supposed to be torn, as well as the shock of crushing the bones, were all dead where they were.

Extra unnatural. Richard's movements stopped for a moment in the reality that the impossible reason was possible. For a moment, I heard it.

"You're a brave man, aren't you? It's been so long since I've had a human scratch."

Hearing those pale words, I think. Richard had heard that demons were a species that humans could not resist.

Existence itself is different. No matter how sturdy the person in the book may be, let him who reads it not be hurt. How can you hurt something with different ranks?

Therefore, if you want to kill a demon. The only way for them to become demons is to become demons. I heard those words somewhere.

Richard exhaled and stopped his legs on the spot. Seeing the power loose from his body slowly, Drigman even remembered his admiration.

In the present integration, the opponent felt a difference that could no longer be described as everything. Therefore he was prepared to die, and removed his strength from him.

How rare it is for a human being. Most people are alive and dirty everywhere. It is rare for a cleaner to come this far.

Drigman tilted his open palm and that's how he targeted the nearby skull. Drigman understands that gripping and killing him in an instant is the greatest pity.

The moment the relaxation named pity ran through Drigman's body.

- Black danced hollow. An inverted iron mass swallows up into Drigman's skull with what appears to be lightning.

The impact is loose. But it was certainly much more affordable than the earlier blow. Richard had a bitter bug-biting look on his face.

"It reminds me of something I don't like, dude - okay. It's been a long time since I've had a brave start. I'll kill you all."

The courageous, and the man who was once called so, said, waving black.