A Wish to Grab Happiness

A gaze is something that has power from the beginning. To remember the pain, itching, and enormous heat where they are so that sometimes the gaze of others can feel it sting your skin.

It means including something in your sight and putting it in your world. It has been believed that there is power in it itself. In the age of mythology, one of them could have taken his life. Demon Eye. True Eye is the kind.

Even just people are told that. If so, how much is the gaze of a demon?

Garrist Royal Castle. Throne Room.

The demon Drigman opens his dazzling eyes and shoots Queen Eldis through with his gaze. On the palm of her hand, her spell itself swept around. Black whimpers and cracks.

What Drigman is including in that harsh gaze is a quiet rage. As close as it is to the Spirit, it is nothing short of frustration with Eldis, who tries to strip Sang Fang.

That's what the eye says what you're doing.

He said, "Why are you on your side while you're a demon?" Drigman narrows his eyes as he boils down such emotions. The gaze became more powerful by the time it was vicious and burned Eldis's cheek. That has an odd pressure that is going to stop the blood flow as well.

though. Relative blue eyes shined more demonic than that. More swordswallowed, more vicious, eyes distorted. Tighten your neck muscles, peel your teeth out, and Eldis jumps the demon pressure.

No, maybe it didn't even take dentures like that. There is only one passion in Eldis' chest right now. It's like burning.

- Well, you've done me wrong.

Eldis feels the heat of the curse moving away from her fingertips. The blessing of the enemy devoured his curse and killed him. That's in the eyelid, too.

It's impossible. The spell of Eldis, spoiled by the Great Spirit, cannot be undone at one end of the spectrum. If you can, only those who serve equivalent or superior beings.

Intuitive. Bad minutes. That would be the honest feeling. At least that's what Eldis' reason tells him. A flash of defense was exposing himself and his enemies to a difference in strength under daylight. I understand you're no match for that one relative from the front.

But fortunately, for a moment now, the enemy's interest has departed from Rugis. While he was packing his time, he did the least he could do to deflect attention.

Yes, the least I can do. Originally, Eldis was supposed to tie the hands and feet of his enemies with that spell.

Oh, what do you mean this isn't unjust? Eldis bites his lips and opens his eyeballs to speed up the blood flow.

I am the master of Rugis. Then we must do our part. The knight said that he was trying so hard to crush his enemies and let them run their legs, but is it good that his husband is useless?

So how can I make him serve with my chest stretched? If he is a knight, he deserves it, naturally. That is the covenant that is between us.

Yeah, well, take it to the elves. The contract is absolute.

Eldis makes his arm tilt and his eyes tense. I cramped as my long ears trembled like I was paralyzed. Beyond his sight, the black of the curse was smashed to pieces, and that is how the earth was shaking.

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Right in front of you, the black of the spell plays and flies. My feet are not yet about the earth. Vision is scattered with sand smoke and black and you no longer even know what's going on.

But my skin taught me a lot about what was imminent. He said there was a demon ahead.

Tilt the tip of the treasure sword to the universe and let it arm itself.

So the moment his toes were attached to the earth, he rang his elbows and swung his blade down to the front. The pleasant sound of iron breaking the sky strokes my ears.

What I feel from the tip of the blade is the feeling of biting the meat and crushing the bones - and so on, there was an odd touch.

Stiff. It's like it's not moving. For some reason, the blade does not advance. I stopped pushing it in front of him eating his heart. Why.

No, you're not. It wasn't exactly the treasure sword that stopped. My arms themselves. It's anchored to something.

What is, what is. From the end of his sight, the voice spoke.

"Gotcha."

It was a running voice of fear. I bark when my spine twitches and it's a crisis. An organ called an organ loses its blood and stops breathing. Sand and dust were scattered in the sky and Drigman was seen holding hands.

Both arms were entangled in a dictionary that also controlled distance.

The next moment I understand that, an unpleasant sound sounds. A very, very unpleasant sound. Throat, ringing.

The shock came after that.

Impact enough to think both arms ruptured. Everything that makes up the arm has a shattered feel.

Severe pain with nerves breaking through the flesh and being forced out to the rough outside world. Is the bone tearing the crushed meat? Or is the meat raging wild and bone crushing? I don't even know that anymore.

I feel dizzy. I couldn't even tell if I was conscious for a moment. I know for myself that my brain is causing abnormalities in the runoff of wild stimuli.

What's going on? They grabbed me, my arm. So what happened to your arm? Forced to open his eyes.

It was so shocking that I thought everything had flown a thousand cuts, but fortunately, both arms still did. But that's all.

Of course there is no grip left. The tip of my hand holds the treasure sword as stiff, but I just can't move out of its shape. The treasure sword doesn't even tickle from in front of Drigman's heart.

Drigman's palm opened, and now I know it's open for my neck.

"This is the end of you. Curse your bad luck, Rugis."

Bad luck. I didn't know what that was referring to. Did you get your arm grabbed by this guy's original book? Or did you mean it wasn't compatible? Maybe he was saying himself that he was born in this era.

Well, whatever it is, I'm sure I'm the one with no luck. Not very much, but I don't think he was born around a good star. If you are lucky enough, do you have a miserable way of living like crawling through the earth?

But why don't you ask me if I'm unlucky. Was I unlucky?

Hot as both arms had heat. From behind, where bones and meat had even lost their sense of crushing, they no longer felt only heat. For a moment, I leak my exhale. My ear was listening to its whispering voice.

- Luck is just a word, Drigman.

For a moment, the stone floor swayed slightly. The earth, which is supposed to be strong, cramps to learn to sprout, and then bursts between blinks. Multiple trees burst into life-eating piles.

They thrust up in a straight line for prey, and then they wear it without any hesitation.

- Drigman's limb, that's how his torso was eaten up by a pile of trees, and he was groaning.

that moment. Drigman was clearly distracted. Vicious eyes are opening, and thoughts are flying far away into things that are incomprehensible. It's like asking yourself what happened.

The body that was thus thrust up into the pile was now slightly floating its legs and swaying in the hollow. Oh, I wanted this moment.

Drive and rotate your hips. Both arms are no longer crushed and moved. But it's still connected to this body. That's how the fist holds the treasure sword firmly. Then all you have to do is force it to move.

Screams of bones collapsing from the inside. I had the feeling that I was making a move that I shouldn't. But if what you get is the heart of a demon, and what you lose is my body. Great deal. So much so that there is no more.

With his legs on the earth, he waves the treasure sword he was burying in the demon's body. That's closer to wielding every arm that's no longer useful than slashing it. I could see his gaze piercing my cheek. But it's too late.

Just wielding barbarity. But the treasure sword drew the line as it willed - eating through the demon's heart as it was.