A Wish to Grab Happiness

Flash storm. An incomparable demon bullet. The sight of the light pouring down like a merciful rain burning the hollow must have been unspeakably beautiful in those words.

The white polar light leaves a line in the sky many times, while making him stand against the royal castle. While it is unparalleled violence, it is beautiful everywhere.

White seeping red danced in the hollow, delightfully entangling numerous gems.

Black on red, bea and white. All the jewels that show all their brilliance are supreme for Ba-Agatos. The very life of an organism that once wished for itself and thus became a jewel. Their brilliance is taking shape here and now.

Together with those jewels is the best temporary for Agatos. Agathos thinks it will be the same for those who have thus become gems.

Anyway, I can stay with this supreme gem, Agatos, so there must be happiness. What else could it be?

If so, Drigman, I will grant you this glory, too. Be a gem and be with yourself.

Its majestic and extreme, but an absolute thought for Agatos. Shaking is the very soul without fine dust.

She is a demon, yet she is not tied to God or the Great Demon. I believe that my thoughts and existence are the only truth. That's why I'm tough, and that's why I don't understand it with anyone.

In a sense, a demon named Ba-Agatos may be a complete being on its own.

She's the only one worth it. It is by her standards that she acknowledges the value, and that is how it is absolute. It is the radiance that is not dictated by every universe that is nothing short of her original.

The only gem completed. That's the demon Ba-Agatos.

On the other hand, the opposing demon is located the opposite of her like that.

"... agatos"

Drigman did whine the words as he felt the hotline that kept burning his own flesh and nerves. Its body was no longer showing its debacle, and it was unlikely to be able to counteract the threat that would eventually descend.

Having lost his heart, he receives and survives the whole spirit of Agatos, except because he has the benefit of a magical mechanism created by himself and a single crack in the ring given to him by the Lord.

It's just a little bit of a life-extension now, too. Prior to this fever, it has been established that the lamp of his life will no longer be extinguished. The ring is no longer reliable now either.

But a lamp is something that only leaves a big shine before it goes out.

"Really, you don't change. You've been an idiot for a long time.

Moments, the white polar light is eaten by the devil's sword. They are indisputable Drigman's primitive. A wavering palm eats the demon's flash all over his sight and white, then white buzzes back and eats the demon.

White and demon competition. It lasts a few degrees, and it still won't stop whilst making a noise that will cut off a thousand ears. Two opposing demons. We had refused to accept each other here and now.

Agatos opens his eyes wide and says with a grin that fully seeps through his emotions.

"How far can you resist now?" Don't you think you can't live on your own?

The situation held Agatos back slightly. The gem brings brilliance and keeps raising the output of its flashing heat. The momentum is like not knowing where to stay.

Drigman continues to capture Agatos in sight as he receives him in the front. I said I didn't have any shards to give in.

Agatos, which is completed individually, and Drigman, which forms a group, are never compatible. Drigman understood that this relationship would not change forever. From the beginning, that barbarian princess has a different world to live in. It can't be that easy to cross paths.

Still when Drigman was not a demon. There was a time when the existence of a fairy clan gained ancient faith and was a myth.

There was an ideal home for the fairies and a kingdom. To the king, who leads the country with majesty, there is a queen who loves all fairies, a land of purity and peace.

It was a happy time when no one, such as those hostile, could enjoy freedom and freedom for everyone. The ideal lasted for hundreds of years.

Everyone in the fairy thought. He said it must last the next hundred years and so on. Maybe they couldn't imagine anything else.

But there is nothing in this world that will not perish, and there is no happiness that will not fall apart. In a long history, faith in the fairy tribe was eroded at times by the Spirit, a pagan being, and in that way everything was devoured.

The ideal home transformed its appearance, and the fairy tribe became Fuku's presence under the Spirit God.

Oh, that's why. On the day when the beloved queen and so many people were lost, the king made up his mind.

So much so that you would refer to the invader as your beloved master. Even if the fairies themselves have lost their intelligence and their way of being.

Trying to make it look good this time. I pledge my allegiance to my new master for this, and I am here now.

- There is an old myth about the fairies. He said that the world is in the palm of God.

Drigman opened his palms to the sky and said. The relentlessly pouring hotline undoubtedly brings his flesh closer to doom, but could not cut off its will.

"I wonder what a coward who was only one could talk about, Agatos. You are certainly tough. [M] But that's all."

The words speak frankly of Drigman's thoughts.

Agatos' power and annihilation are so powerful that they can't be compared. At least it's not something I can fight on my own right now. Something to the point where the precision lets you cut your life and buy time.

But Agatos can do nothing more than that. I can't stop myself, either.

For a moment, Drigman was capturing the figure of human Rugis at the edge of his sight. He no longer falls and falls, but only opens his eyes. Unusually, there was something like a smile in Drigman's mouth.

Drigman doesn't know what this emotion should be called. It was not the same as anger or hatred, nor was it sadness or contempt.

I still didn't know what to call it until the end of the day though. Drigman said to Rugis, who no longer collapsed. Only Rugis can tell if you're hearing it in the roar.

"If you can survive, try to survive. At that time - you won't die normally anymore either. Bless you, my enemy."

Shortly after I mouthed it. Drigman holds the palm raised in the sky. Try to grasp the distant world in its hands, what it could not grasp.

That's how Drigman's world flips, and its primitive book turns into a furnace. Drigman could hear a crack in the ring that was in him dissolving with heat.

Once used to dominate humans, none of this makes sense when they are crafted by Altier. Then how meaningful it is to change to power.

Yeah, and the other crack is in that person anyway.

Drigman, in his vanishing consciousness, leaned for a moment towards the ring. That was just it. I only gave a few blessings there, as usual.

In the next place, the presence of Drigman scratches off. Everything was lost, and he transformed his very existence into a world of the tiniest.

A world of demons that burns and continues to erode the world as long as the furnace has a spark. The ideal home of perpetual robbery was manifested there that kept people eating demonic enemies that way.

Now it's still a sphere about the size of a person, a small, weak world. But that will never stop enlargement. Until that primitive mask the world with the ideals it once dreamed of.

"... which is dumb. Oh, really. You're an idiot, I hate you. This is why I hate guys who flock."

The jewel, which was undergoing scattered destruction, said so with a shaking red. At the end of his gaze, there was something that was once a compatriot.

I'm sure I won't get that word anymore.