A Wish to Grab Happiness

outside the royal castle. Fiarat-La Borgograd was driving through the sky, behind the royal castle, which had entangled the breath of fire. No, I'm jumping in the sky, to be exact. He was passing the roof from the roof of a private house and running through the city.

There is no way that such artistry can be done with the natural physical ability of a fialert. Thus, at the moment of the leap, he aggregates and explodes his magic power onto his feet, jumping. I was just doing that continuously.

This in itself is one of the burgeoning magic theories once conceived by Fialert. If it is possible for 10,000 people, the human sphere of action jumps exponentially. That was supposed to happen.

But Fialert found out once again that there was a difference between what was in heaven and earth between squeezing theory around and actually doing it. Watch your eyes as you bite your back teeth painfully.

Gathering magic at your feet is really easy in itself. But exploding it on a small scale and gaining propulsion, for example, requires terrible and sophisticated magic control.

I could easily imagine hitting it badly and flying on the roof or my own legs. If you do it continuously, it's only logical that your brain can no longer keep up with the processing. My heart is pulsing heavily at the feeling of my entire brain getting hot.

Fialert distorts his expression and shortens his breath to the excess heat. My throat is about to burn, my magic runs wild and my legs burst into my skull over and over again.

But you can't stop it. He was entrusted with the external support of Rugis and Eldis, relative to the demon, and most importantly.

I had to keep pushing her, who took the sky for me.

"Hey! Come on, Yikes!? What are you gonna do with that kid's body?

Running through the sky several times, raising the altitude, the fialert reaches for its white hair. No matter how much I spread my fingers, it wasn't going to reach that figure.

Fialert makes several leaps and landings, but every time he does, his foot bone and brain marrow are going to work out.

More advanced than that. It's horrible because she's flying around easily. How much magic and control technology is needed for its operation? Fialert didn't even like to imagine it. The sky is still a long way off for humans.

The white said, looking carelessly at the dark hair under his eyes. Based on that tone, it seems that it is the gem Ba-Agatos that has his face on the superficial layer.

"I was still there. I'm not tired of not even getting it. I don't like that kind of perseverance. 'Cause it's not beautiful to do something for nothing. If you're going to do something with all your strength, do something that makes sense. I already told you this child's body was mine. It's a human evil habit of you to try to find value in something impossible and worthless."

Agatos groans so as to open up, and deflects his gaze again. That's what he said he wasn't interested in fialert trends from the bottom of his mind, etc. It is the arrogance itself that overlooks the earth from heavenly heights.

But for Agatos, the word is true.

Human civilization is not far from witchcraft, neither technical standards nor witchcraft mechanisms. Even its body is poor, and by no means capable of much. Even so, we are bound by small matters and fighting over each other's meat. Meaningless, worthless people. At least, it was what Agatos knew. I am not going to change that perception now. If I only said the right thing, Agatos would be so vulgar.

- But for someone named Fialert, there is no word more unacceptable.

The white-eyed eyes open so well that the fialert distorts the cheeks as they peel out their teeth. Fialert found that the blood flow throughout her body was making noise and speeding up.

Impossible - meaningless, worthless. What a familiar word. Even so, Fialert thinks it's a word that people who have conceited the wisdom of knowing faces often throw up.

The people who talk about it have decided, and they are not even facing the impossible. So he laughs and looks at what he faces while he's there.

Do not even know how insane those who are cut off as meaningless and worthless are in death.

You guys who can't find value for yourselves, don't talk about things great. I didn't even know what he was worth. What the hell do you know?

I don't know, the fialert can magic up to the tip of my toes. One or two of the blood vessels seemed to boil and burst into that magic mass. No longer is the sense of fingertips gradually beginning to be lost. But I don't even care about that.

A cold wind strokes my cheek. It was also immediately wound up in the heat emitted by the fialert. Black eyes just look at the arrogance of flying through the universe.

The fialert slowly bends its thin legs. I no longer even threw down control and put magic on my toes, and so, I detonated them.

I wondered if this is what the sound would mean when it bursts, Fialert thought. The cold wind rips my ears off and drains my throat. Still had to jump high. Higher, higher.

Whatever happens, I'm not willing to let you deny him golden from lead and forwards. He has reached out at times to say that it is impossible for others. Do you think you'll give up one of the likenesses of affirming him?

Fialert stretched out her finger, which was about to cut a thousand pieces, and grabbed that thin arm with selfless obsession. White eyes were opened and the body was slightly shaken.

Set aside for a moment, Agatos opens his mouth.

"... what. You look a little good at that. Let go of me. Can I shoot you off something else? I'm just forgiving you for that with my mercy. Because you saved this child's life. This is the only time I feel sorry for you. Come on, let go of me."

Agatos tells her to jump, pointing at her lips. It may be that the words and actions are a little young to be dragged by the present body.

Fialert says as he clings to Agatos' little body with both hands. The behavior seemed to hold the other person gently. Words are mixed with a slightly absurd breath.

"I don't like it. I will never let you go. You know, if I decided to go out there, I wouldn't bend it. You can shoot me off, but in that case, you won't be intact, either, will you?

Agatos' expression is abominably distorted by the words of the fialert, and his emotions disappear for a moment. Next, a slight impatience was beginning to emerge. That's how you hit your tongue, open your mouth.

"Then be careful not to be shaken off precisely. Fialert. I'll tell you what. Me, you have a personality that doesn't add up or subtract. Even if you fall, I don't know. That's good."

That's all I'm saying. Agatos glanced at the royal castle. Behind it, there was a swirl of magic in his eyes.

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In a dormitory with only a few soldiers left behind. The silver eye narrows as if it misses its destination.

He closed the messy writing on the pillow with his trembling fingertips and breathed deeply several degrees. After that step, Karia finally realized that her lips were strangely distorted.

I am calm, very, very calm.

Karia tells herself that several times. If I didn't, I would have torn and thrown away the writing in front of me. I can't do that. Perhaps this is what he wrote. If it's something that people who don't know about taking that pen have left for themselves, it's too much to tear it apart and throw it away.

However, Karia could not understand the contents of the writing as such. She is injured, so what does it mean to take care of her?

I see. I did suffer defeat, and I took a heavy toll on my limbs. But that's all. It's not like you can't move if you rest.

Didn't I just tell you that? Whether you're a demon or not, let them kill you.

I didn't know, Karia felt her nails eat into her palms. Blood is starting to drip from the tip of my fist. But I couldn't keep pushing.

I am calm. Calm down. Not more than that.

Yeah, I'll tell you again and again. I know. I guess I left myself unnecessarily concerned about Rugis. To the extent that she could perceive it, Karia trusted and understood Rugis. I'm not even short with you anymore.

But that's not what I'm saying about the emotions that are coming from the next tsunami. Anger enough to swallow reason and pity that it's about to collapse licks Kalia's skin.

If it's just for your own sake, I'll put you to sleep on the bed if you get hurt. But for his sake, I want to look good even if my hands and feet are crooked.

It also makes me look defeated. I'm not even given that chance to salvage it, I just want you to lie down in bed, etc.

- Oh, what humiliation would you inflict on me, giant?

Karia opens her silver eyes with even tears in her eyes and takes the black scarlet in her hand. It was already in my hands, naturally, to suck. It is a giant myth in itself, something that can no longer be described as the original of Kalia.

Karia had noticed that the self-consciousness in herself was beginning to change into something more giant than being human at times. I know it's not a good idea. I understand it tastes bad. But I can't even fasten it anymore. I accepted this for him.

I had another thought, proportionally enlarged.

The thought of whether it is okay to accomplish the pure admiration that is floating in your chest with abusive behavior. That grows bigger every day.

Isn't it better now? You don't have to be patient. Something like that doesn't suit a giant.

He should already understand his own thoughts. Then give him a push and he'll get it. All you have to do is tolerate some fortitude. What, the same thing over and over again.

Karia made one decision, leaking a hot exhale. That is a determination that I would not have made if I were approximately my former girlfriend.

- Then let's forgive it once and for all. But, Rugis. There's no escape for you anymore.

Karia left her quarters with a black scarlet in her hand, and no one could stop her from doing so.