A Wish to Grab Happiness

Is it blood or is it something soulful? Whatever it is, it must not be mourned.

From within his body, Salenio felt that what commanded his life became a torrent and flowed out. Sane blood spits out of your body like crazy.

It was as if warmth had been lost from Salenio's body and the skin itself had become cold iron. Dead snow strokes my cheek.

You can no longer see your eyes, your vision is lost and everything is in the dark.

Even if you can't stand the cold and darkness that freezes your bones, you don't feel your limbs anymore. He was unable to move while being covered in a shell called a stiff body.

Saleinio noticed a phenomenon that was visiting him briefly and lightly.

Stuck. This is the guy who says death. That cold and abominable but visiting death to everyone.

If it was stupid, I think that's all Salenio remains immobile. I didn't feel any pain or fright.

I had a life of plotting, but I lost my life in the end before assassinating myself. Too foolish. More so.

"Thoughtless -"

Such a voice leaked into the void. Only dry lips are shaking while no limbs show movement. It's also no longer destined to just collapse away in a few moments.

But if destiny truly exists in this world, there must also be something that defines it.

"- Yeah. It would be mindless. It would be a shame. There's no difference in resentment."

Moments, in the darkness where nothing was supposed to appear, I saw a glow. I can hear the sound. The sound of something approaching Kann, Kann, was echoing in my ear.

Other than that, I can't see anything, I can't hear anything. It was strange that I could see something even though I didn't even feel the lid open.

What has been extended to Saleinio's sight is dazzling white. The darkness lurks, and dwells in white brilliance. It is as if the heaven, the heaven, has been covered in a cloth of light, and has forgotten the night.

And so at its centre, there was its presence. He lets his fingertips play roughly with a gesture that can only be described as graceful, and the way he shakes his thin pale head and eyes even makes him feel divine.

It's in human form, but at least it's not human. Salenio felt such intuition pierce his brain.

She had a beautiful voice that slipped silk. The expression has an invincible grin.

"The aspirations accumulated for years end in the middle of the road and are driven to the abyss of unwanted death. Will decayed, dignity defiled. It would be mindless. You must have been desperate. But rest assured, son of man - it is to such that God can reach out."

The words, spoken pale, echo surprisingly into the core of the body. Her voice itself sounded like a loud bell.

Who the hell is she and what is she like? It seems close and far, small and large. She looks down on this one from far above.

"... oh, thoughtless. It's a shame. Who is it? Who is speaking up to Non!

Salenio didn't think, and made his lips tremble. There was a leak in my voice just plundered. There is no force anywhere in the body, but only the throat is alive.

"Rude. But that's the same thing for everyone. Let's answer that. He who serves God, believes in Him, and is sent to Him. Salenio, if you truly believe in God. I'll give you a chance."

Now get up and look up, she says.

Moment after moment, my heart pulsed. Salenio's flesh, which should have been a tragic sight, is beginning to regain its own colour and resume its life activities.

Your breathing goes through your lungs and your muscles move. The thin pale figure in the white was seen more clearly. The grin that's going to make people wander, and the intense gaze that's going to pierce the meat that way.

"Let us hope that that soul will not have eternal blessings. Blessed souls are filthy, and will eventually fall into the beast."

A soul swallowed by demonization can no longer destroy a man. The figure turns into demonic and is born into the demon itself. Even if it was a child who didn't know the dirt.

The woman tells her as if to make a monologue and speaks to Salenio. With all majesty and arrogance.

Because he is a messenger, a messenger. Some kind of attitude may have been normal.

"Your hatred continues to spit out ruin, bloodshed and slaughter, kicking the king's capital and still not trying to stop behaving badly. They are never to be forgiven. You wedge him to the barbarity of his people."

Hate enemies. Perhaps there is only one such person. Salenio was listening to his voice as he wrinkled in his wrinkles.

"Come on. I believe in God and I pray - happiness until I have no complete skin. Your thoughts and despair will surely be cleared."

With absolute light, the Apostle tells. The figure is full of light. Justice and happiness did exist there.

If you put your hands on it, you're definitely happy. Drop your head on your knees and the promised light will be there.

Salenio understood that. No, maybe they knew. The woman in front of her again gave her an invincible grin on her cheek.

Everything was so fascinating.

But unfortunately, the doctrine that Salenio believed in does not seek happiness without complete skin. As such, the things he aspired to are not his either.

Saleinio trembles at his fingertips, opens his mouth and rings his throat. My voice said, with power.

"Ha, ha. Say what. Nothing more. There's no more..."

It was a plundering laugh. Still, it's not the wind of aerobic energy, says Salenio, with a full voice from the bottom of his heart. My voice bounces on, my crushed eyes distort.

"Apostle, so God... if you have ears, listen, if you have eyes, look good! No need for blessings, a foolish man named Salenio dies here carelessly. Not for God's sake, but for what he believed!

Thoughtless, thoughtless. Ambition is not achieved, will is interrupted, cannot die gloriously, and is consumed by the vortex of ploy, and himself dies. This can't be careless. A man named Saleinio is not a saint so much that he can't even remember his grudges.

But I didn't even remember despair or any other shards. It is the privilege of the winner to die without a single mindless thought. I was not the vessel. Isn't that all?

The woman was neither furious nor saddened by the words of Salenio. I just moved my eyes for a moment, and that's how I still said pale.

"- It's a shame, Salenio. You have inadvertently taken the respite and opportunity that God has given you. Poor thing, how stupid of you to do that. Ignorance is sad. Stay desperate, breathless, but good."

From all over my body, I heard the sound of my life being lost again. Without a moment of respite, the life of a man named Saleinio is still about to end.

Saleinio cringed his throat desperately, even as he was frustrated by the suffering of loss of life. If you have ever met God or anyone close to you, there are as many things you must say.

For years, only the wisdom that no longer built up countless times now connected the souls of Salenio.

This world is still on the flat of God's hands. There is the earth above the dominion and power of the gods, and people and demons have no choice but to roll as they wish. There's nothing free about anyone as one person, and everyone can only foolishly dance on stage.

I wanted to smash it down. Use knowledge as a weapon, use faith as a shield. Because I believed humans could do that.

I couldn't do it myself. There was no more time, and there was no more talent. I was just an old man.

But I left the possibility behind. Everyone has gathered facts that they never even touched with a smile, gathered knowledge, and the crest religion is now giving its breath away.

That's how you let yourself go and move on.

"I'm not desperate or desperate! I'm sorry to hear that. The gods the world created. Humans are not as ignorant as lambs at all times! Sooner or later, even you will exceed it!

It tastes like blood in my mouth. My throat rubs off. Every time I breathe, the pain runs. The collapsed body was shouting that it would no longer be doomed.

Salenio lays low on the earth and waits for the end, taking all of it. No longer can the dark screen hang in the eyes again, nor can you see a piece of light.

To what extent can you live later? Minutes, or seconds? Maybe your soul is lost in the next moment.

At the end of the period, Saleinio floated on his eyelids several figures. Bernard, Largued-Ann, and thus to the Virgin Mattia, hero Rugis.

If they had truly fallen the king's capital, they would no longer have peace. There are fools like yourselves, and there are many who name the hand of God. They never tolerate the crest teachings that amass knowledge. Refuse anything that tries to touch the truth.

How much misery, how much hardship.

No longer is life lost. Just for a moment, Saleinio said, withering his throat, letting go of everything.

"Oh, the old man is dying. O young men who fight against the world - if I may, be happy for you."