A Wish to Grab Happiness

Drigman's body, that's how the primitive was born at the price of the very small world. I guess the neat shades floating in that sphere are the control world itself that Drigman envisions.

That's very slowly. But it certainly continues to erode and expand externally. It was as if Drigman himself had said that he would no longer stop for a moment.

Brotherhood Definition Seeing extinction and the manifestation of the world, Gem Ba-Agatos says by leaking a deep exhale.

"Oh, I'm falling. Take it, Fialert."

In the wake of Agatos' words, the fialert greatly upsets its eyes. Beautiful black hit the waves and whirled.

She says as if it were natural, but she hasn't heard anything like that. What is falling in the first place and what should I do to take it? What the hell do you want me to do to myself as I am held by the gems of Agatos?

All that had to be allowed to question, Agatos descended from the universe. In the whole body of the fialert, the one called gravity of the earth becomes felt again. That's not gradual either, rapidly.

No. This is not descent. It's a crash. The moment I guessed it, a scream like an unknowingly spasmodic leaked out of Fialert's lips. I even have tears in my eyes. The sight of my flesh getting messed up easily floated on my eyelids.

Reflectively, the fialert lets its magic unfold around its legs. The rapid movement of magic had made the blood vessels hot as if they had boiled.

But that doesn't mean I won't do it. Failure to do so awaits a relentless death.

Soon Agatos kept his little self in the arms of the fialert in a swallowing manner. I mean, is that what you mean by taking it? If it is not unscrupulous, then it is zero in my mind.

"You, ah! Come on, man!

The ground is imminent at present. I felt sudden gravity and my whole body of blood pulled away. Fialert puts his feet on the earth as he meets his teeth, which tremble desperately not to bite his tongue.

Moments, magic leaks out of both legs and the stone floor jumps. The smoke filled the perimeter and rocked the black hair of the fialert.

Next, the bone marrow of the whole body cannot withstand the impact of the crash and landing to leak a whimper. My skin was tense and cramped and my lungs were holding my breath.

After a few seconds of close eyes, Fialert finally realized she was safe. It is true that there is pain that paralyzes the hands, feet, and spine, but it seems that the bones have never broken. When I move my fingertips, they give me a firm response.

As soon as I did, a relieving breath leaked from the back of my fialert's throat. The likelihood of repeated death from the primitive, falling from the heights, did not seem to have to be welcomed.

As I'm putting my shoulders up and down, I say as if Agatos had nothing in Fialert's arms.

"Come on, what? I appreciate how well you take care of yourself. Besides, I'm tired because Drigman resists for nothing. Then it's good enough to take it a little bit. Or yet, aren't you glad they took me? That's a terrible thing to say."

Fialert stares back at Agatos' white eyes, whilst gently lifting the tweezer, whichever is the unsatisfactory one.

If this isn't Leu's body, there's still some way to get back at him. You can't twist your cheeks in the current state on a boulder.

Agatos jumps off Fialert's arm and puts his legs on the ground, once again turning his gaze to the thing that was Drigman. Those eyes are no longer the same gaze as they were looking at their compatriots. It must have been a gaze looking down at the foreign object itself. Even though you have a human body, only those eyes are certainly demonic in themselves.

On the other hand, the fialert deflects his gaze from Agatos and no longer explores with his gaze between the thrones of facies such as collapse and interval. Anyway, there's got to be someone there who thinks of himself.

He was relative to Drigman to the end, deciding that heart. I just heard in words that I'm from Agatos, but is it safe? Have you hurt that self in Drigman's counterattack, or have you burned meat on Agatos' hotline?

My heart palpitates. Unknowingly, Fialert let his legs run and jumped the fragments of the crushed stone floor.

Are you safe or not? If that's all you ask, you're probably not safe.

He never runs away. Even if your body crumbles and your flesh peels off. You will never show your back and retreat.

It is no longer as if engraved in his soul. Other than that, he doesn't want to know about the living. No matter how eager the fialert is, that must not be the only thing that will change it.

So Rugis should still be here.

The fierce, scattered earthly smoke blows, and the black eye twists and moves, and the fialert looks around. In the meantime, the heart keeps bouncing its body harder and harder. The sentiment of anxiety that had forced him to hold back was no longer lost and flooded his chest.

I didn't want to think about it, I didn't even think about it. If Rugis had consulted with Drigman here and was desperate.

- At that time. I wonder what will happen to me.

I couldn't imagine the fialert surprisingly. Do you cry, or do you wield your outrage until this body dies? Or are we going in a completely different direction?

Whatever it is, it can't be good. That's all I know. So I searched desperately. My teeth rattled and I knew very well that I was not normal.

Where, where, where. That's all I kept asking in my brain. Finally, the black eye found him.

Rugis and Eldis supporting him, looking up at the falling ceiling as if he had thrown both arms. Eldis is probably strengthening the protection of the Spirit dedicated to him. I'm putting my body very close to Rugis.

I didn't know, and Fialert felt a bump around my eyebrow root. I know. Not in such cases. If his life is safely connected, then he should worry about his capacity and devote himself to the Spirit.

But still, it was true that I had dark thoughts all over my chest. If we're going to save him, even the idea that it wanted to be himself comes up slightly. If he depends on him, he wants him to be just like himself.

Fialert rushes over to Rugis as he swallows it down the back of his throat. Eldis, who supports him, said, slightly loosening his cheeks.

"... it was more support than I expected, Fialert. I felt my own life was in danger."

They could afford to just leak a light mouth. Fialert says, shaking her chest gently.

"I had the best strained kid. Not really, but you're not going to listen to me."

Saying, Fialert lets his thin fingers touch Rugis' cheeks. If you concentrate your consciousness, your magic, once stretched all over his body, returns a slight response.

From there I knew how he was going to be in my hands. From the condition of the bone to the flow of blood, even the fibrillation of its organs. What a pleasant thing to do in and of itself.

Knowing the approximate condition, Fialert frowns and causes her lips to pull.

Almost total destruction of both arms. I see beatings and cuts all over my body, and it's better to look for a place where I can clearly say I'm safe. Stain the magic in that scar again and repair it, but still this arm will be useless for a while.

Still, well, you always need yourself during that treatment. I can't tell you how bad it is.

In response to the magic of the fialert, the hero killing and the sword so branded shook slightly.

"... fialert. You know what that is? If it's a figurine that calls for happiness, you can leave it there."

Rugis says, moving his lips slowly. I guess the wound on my throat makes me breathe hard to see where my breath gets rough every time.

Fialert stays in touch with his body, that, and what he is so instructed to do.

Drigman changed sphere. Just including it in his sight, the fialert was feeling the cold crawling up from around his heels. Doubt your own sanity, blink and stare at it once now.

But the sphere must not disappear, and it still sits where it is. I didn't know, my fialert's throat was ringing.

To the size of a human being, an unlikely enormous possession of magic. It's even better than what I dealt with in the mercenary city of Belfein. That keeps gaining momentum and expanding.

Is that the case? I think so many times that I may be wrong. But no. That's a fact.

The voice answered Rugis before Fialert opened her lips.

"- The world. An ideal controlled world that has just been laid down. If we don't get out of here soon, you'll be swallowed up."

That's what Agatos said as he narrowed his eyes. At the same time, the sound of something accelerating and approaching the momentum was hitting the ear of the fialert.