A Wish to Grab Happiness

What I felt was the smell of blood and organs. Even people scream dying and whimpering spreads. What a sight to escape barefoot.

Open your eyes. At the end of his gaze, he saw a desperate master. He let me escape, but he missed his sword and was crushed by a giant stone axe without the skill to do so.

I watched it all with these eyes. All that the intimate is destroyed, dead, and lost. I remember so well that such a nightmarish sight was, nay, full of reality.

Whatever it was, it was an undisputed reality, so of course.

What did I do there? Have you fought bravely, prepared to be crushed by your enemies, or have you made them bark, or have you given them a voice of sorrow?

No, I didn't do it as one.

As a sign of his absolution, Grandpa showed his back and ran away. I even stepped on my mentor's death and survived. It's a fine thing.

- Oh, I should have died then.

Once upon a time, the lid opened at the same time that such words came to mind, which had been repeated many times. There is a slight amount of heat in the skin.

Head, that's how my whole body felt dull, but I could tell enough that I was still wrapped in something soft. The body is placed on the bed. Only breathing is strangely rough.

Stretch out your fingers gently and grip in to make sure this is real. That's how I finally got my chest down. The breath rising from the bottom of his chest zeroes into a quiet room.

I miss it, and then it was a terrible dream. It's been a long time since I've had a glimpse of the past.

Back then, when my grandfather lost his life to get me away, and he couldn't even take that revenge. back then when there was nothing in this hand and not even dignity.

I really don't like it. I never wanted to see you again if I could.

Humans, I want to turn away from my past wounds as much as I can. Even so, I can't save him because this is how he crawls out of the depths of his chest like mud from time to time.

You can't fool yourself through trying to tighten the lid. Because it's not far from the past, it's something that catches up to itself.

I miss nature and my fingertips and look for chewing tobacco. But my fingers cleared the sky without darkness. Speaking of which, Mattia took it up, albeit temporarily. Oh, my God. Don't you want me to live?

"Morning, Rugis. When you wake up, you think you should say hello first?

As he opened his eyes and raised his body loosely, his voice sounded on his pillow. I looked up and my black eyes were there.

Fialert-la-Borgograd. His bright eyes narrow slightly more casually. It didn't seem as good as I was in the mood. I wonder what. Would I have done something?

From a scene on the throne, nothing could be done. It would simply be the reason for a comical repetition of sleeping and awakening. My memory is often obscured. The consciousness itself had become dull.

"It's a good morning, fialert. It would be better if the beauty laughed at me."

"... oh, that depends on your attitude. But I'll get you some breakfast."

Saying, the fialert shows a light grin and leaves the room early enough. The liquor would have been better anyway, but when I said that, I stopped because I was going to be in an unnecessarily bad mood.

When I'm alone, I finally get my blurry head off. My brain was starting to remember what was happening now.

Demon Man. Battle against Controller Drigman.

The balance of victory leaned towards the human side after several fortunes and intolerable sacrifices. Otherwise, it must be a corpse like a rag.

But even though we won, no one and he are full of creativity. Neither did I. Neither did my people, and so did the King's Capital itself.

Gently shift your gaze from the small window to the streets of Wang Du. I heard he was using a mansion somewhere, but he hit a place with a lot of value to see where the view was good.

But just for what I could see from here, the Wang capital was terrible.

Once glorious, the epitome turns the bulk of it into black charcoal, and there is no shadow to see how the nobles were running their carriages with exhilaration.

It seems to me that those who walk down the street have constantly been injured, and first of all people themselves have become considerably less.

Well, one of the causes of this is not only demonic governance. There have been times when some grandfather went around setting the king's capital on fire economically.

That and all of this is the work of demonic coexistence. Victory is a great thing. It impersonates the enemy with all the evil causes.

But nothing made everything in the King's Capital look miserable. Even after it burns out, a new shining ore is what comes into being.

One of them was visible through the window. Close your eyes.

- There was a cheer in the wounded boulevard. At its centre is the figure of Her Royal Highness the Princess, dressed in courtesy and waving at the citizens.

I smile on my cheek like I've never seen before, and that's how I reach out to everyone. She was showing so much cleanliness that she didn't think she was once called a poisonous woman.

At least when I spoke in Philos, she hated such popularity, and it was of such a nature to say that fair politics was everything. Did you even replace the contents? I'm starting to feel like I'm looking at another person.

The Garrist soldier who was supposed to have entered the castle earlier would not have been able to do so because he had entered the capital more than Daimon because of his grand behavior.

In any case, the crest religion, which should have been the enemy, brings us to the person who names the princess of the kingdom of Garrist and the aristocrats who support it.

In that case, how will the citizens of the Wang capital judge?

The truth is that it was the Garrist soldiers who lowered the most demonic soldiers and opened the gates, but there would be a handful who thought so, such as the crest religion hitchhiking it and allowing the princess to stand up and enter.

Citizens choose a story that is more understandable and more acceptable.

Clogged. It is easier to understand the King's capital abandoned by the King, such a paranoia painted with justice and charity that the princess herself, who had been thrown out in the distance, came to bring the Garrist soldiers to salvation, and that is how salvation is.

If there's any salvation at all, I'd like to choose one. The hearts of citizens crushed by demonization and exhausted do not want to see rough realities or anything else.

No matter, there must be someone who knows the truth. Besides, Garrist soldiers don't pinch their mouths just because they have no right to dictate kingdom, and they should desperately try to counter it.

If the vast majority still think so, the truth will change easily. At least to Mattia. Eldis, that's how it would work.

If so, there is nothing more like what I would do. Politics, for example, is far beyond my reach. We can only leave it to those who can.

After a while, Fialert delivered the dish. The neat dark hair was shaking gently.

The dish is a warm soup, baked with ravioli meat and vegetables. It would be an amazing luxury to see the tragedy of Wang Du.

Seeing that in front of the bed, I think. Don't your hands and feet move a lot? I didn't know I could eat alone.

Speaking of which, as before, my whole body stopped whimpering and whimpering. It's slightly uncomfortable, but still not as much as I've suffered a wound before.

This time it was a minor injury, I can't say very well. I stood around against that drigman. There should have been some fractures in the bones and muscles. Even so, my body was oddly light.

Rather, strange thirst is stronger than pain free. There was even a feeling of impatience that something was missing, that something had to be taken. It's not like I'm just hungry again. I wonder what it is.

Taking a meal could blow up that kind of unclear idea. At the same time as I took the dishes with that thought, my voice rang.

"- We're going in. You're finally awake, aren't you, Rugis?

I accidentally slipped the dishes off my hand. It was a terribly grumpy, cat-like voice. And there's not just one sign.

I don't care if I have nightmares, shall I close my eyelids again? That thought even crossed my chest.