A Wish to Grab Happiness

The moment your finger touches a piece of magic. Eldis detaches the spirit from the flesh and pours it into the world in front of him. Still born. Into a very small world overflowing with power until immature and just rough.

It's a spiritual world where matter doesn't exist yet. Not very materially, but I can't get in. If you try something, you will be crushed by the amount of magic you can call excessive.

But now, Eldis thinks he should still have his share if only the spirit existed.

The mystical world, which is not spiritual, phantom or material, is still the realm of elves. Even if the other person belongs to a fairy, they should be able to relate.

Whether it's cheap or not, it's not sweet.

Whatever. It's a world created by the demon Drigman who let go of even his original. If you feel comfortable with it, you must conquer the core principles.

What does that mean and what happens? Eldis roughly understands. As a result, my life may blow up slightly.

Even so, I couldn't have backed down. There's Rugis in the back. With her hard feelings tied together with her heart, Eldis takes a step into Drigman's primacy.

- That's how, at that moment, Eldis' determination became a crushing powder.

The world created by the Scriptures is created as information in the spirit of Eldis. In an instant, my whole body's five senses felt it. Understand it, from the tip of your hair to your toes. the way that the ideal world is.

Spread out in front of you is the great earth that spreads through the forests. The fairies dance and laugh, and the demons run their business as nature. A few cultures and temples can be seen, but not a single shadow, such as the shape of a city built by man.

The demon ancestors spread to the tip of the horizon, and nature breathes. There is an ideal world created for demonization to live in.

Glowing in heaven is just the only supreme, the Spirit God Zebrellis. The controlled world created under the glowing light is beautiful everywhere.

That way the world is limitless. Unlike the human world, which cannot live for a hundred years and repeats death and life, it is a world where ideals last forever.

That's the place. Ideal sight created by Drigman's desires and wishes. So perhaps this is the world that the Spirit God Zebrellis once created.

Except there's no humans.

Eldis tightened her lips hard as she distorted and stretched her expression. My throat was very dry and my fingertips felt stuck.

This hasn't become a reality yet. A world created only with psychotropic substances. Then collapse should come true. Eldis came to make it.

Yeah, but. Eldis thought.

- There will be no more sight for those who belong to the devil. How can you deny it?

The cerebromedulla is dissolved in hot and sweet honey. One flag that was piercing the backbone of my spirit felt like it was going to tear off.

"... I don't like it. Very, very disgusting."

Erdis leaks a whimper as he grabs his head with both hands reflexively. I noticed my teeth rattling heels, but I couldn't stop it.

I'm sure this world is too right for demonization. Man died, and his civilization was abolished. The remaining magic is controlled by the Absolute Being.

That is limitless happiness. The demon accepts it. Fairies, warcraft demons, and possibly elves.

Hands and feet flutter its existence. Everything was going to be overwhelmed by the spectacular sight I saw in front of me.

The spirit of Eldis is never as tough as Kalia or Fialert. Instead, back in the day, I didn't even try to get out of the claustrophobic tower until I missed that spirit.

Its spirituality is incredibly timid of itself and so fragile that it can't even take a step forward.

But make it human. Make it elf. Many will be like her.

How many, in the darkness of one unforeseeable torment, want to take a step? If it's enough to accomplish that, it's better to have a flat routine with some pain.

The whip of melancholy and distress is what suppresses the soul at all times.

- But that's why. That's what everyone calls heroes for what they take a step forward.

Eldis moved her lips, which were about to shatter, and carefully spit out the words. My breath is so rough.

"... Drigman"

I shrug thinking of the disappearing demon figure. No reply, naturally. He can no longer disappear. Only the original remains here. Only the will to shape this world is left behind.

But Eldis kept his word as if he were throwing words into the vast world, not mindful of anything like that.

"It is the undisputed ideal home of demons that you drew. Excellent. Let's even have a drink. Perfect enough to dislike. But"

This is not your ideal home. [M]

Eldis looked wide open at Bigeye and said so, biting all his teeth to pieces. That's not only Drigman, it's as if he's even admonished himself.

Yeah, I suppose so. The world, controlled by the strong and perpetually in business, is an ideal itself. I can't even deny it.

However, it is an ideal as a whole, and it is never an ideal as an individual.

After this instant encounter, Eldis sees Drigman's ideas. Its abominable past and stagnant life. Some things I hoped for at the end of the day that way.

"Are you going to tell me it's beautiful in that way? There's no way that's true, Fairy King. I'm just running around. Neither do you, nor I."

Both fairies and elves have in common to the point that they made that great yuan the same and were thus corrupted by subordinate species.

Whether therefore they destroy their own country, deprive them of their faith, and corrupt the race itself. How many sorrows still remain to be obeyed, one end of which Erdis could also understand.

The fairy king Drigman spent his whole life swearing allegiance to the Spirit God because of the fairy clan.

But the humiliation and outrage, no matter how much it withers, will surely not disappear. So now, there is no hoop reason to suppress that thought.

So Eldis said, putting all of his emotions on the edge of the blue eye.

"Is the world ideally controlled like the Spirit God? My ears are getting hot. It's not the spirits, it's not the humans that can unite this world - it's only the elves in the corner of the fairy, even after thousands of years."

Good and evil, beauty and ugliness, respect and contempt. It's up to us to decide. A fairy, an elf. That is never up to someone to decide.

That's why I'm going to deny you the ideal world for demons. What you should have is an elf, no, your own ideal world.

Besides, it comes first. He's not here, is he?

He reached out to himself who had nothing and was nothing. Himself, he was never strong. He wasn't even brilliant at his talent. He was just a human being.

I'm sure you should have run. That was his choice. It is decided that it would have been better that way. But he kept holding my hand until the end of it.

How honorable and wonderful that would be. How miraculous is that?

Erdis therefore turns down. How much value can we find in a world without him?

Oh, sooner or later. Let's even conquer humans and the elves take everything into this hand. That way, how happy he will be.

He will be one of our kind any day. I have already planted the seeds.

The voice of Eldis and the world swirls in response to his emotions. Eldis stretched his spirit over all of its territory, covering the world and filling in its details.

Eldis says as he even remembers the feeling that his spirit is going to burn off and rub off.

"Fairy King, I want you to rest assured. It's not like we're going to have a reckless death row - we're just going backwards to the Spirit God. Only if I'm Finn-Eldis."

fairies and so elf pride. Let's beat the shit out of those guys who should have gotten off the stage by now. That said, Eldis offers his hand.

For a moment, for a while.

But the next thing you know, the world rocks, and that's how you start to converge while driving your buddy's magic crazy. Was that in response to Eldis' words, or was it in accordance with Eldis' life, which is close in nature to Drigman? I don't know that.

But it did happen. The voice touches Eldis' long ear.

Blessed art thou in the name of the fairy king.

That's how all Eldis had left was a beautiful cup. The remnants of the ideal world, of a controlled ethereal hue, were just there.