A Wish to Grab Happiness

As he shook up the wave-beating blade, Bernard opened his eyes and looked into his face. In front of him, one man stood the purple electric sword slightly down.

His back length is slightly above the male average. It is neither extra large nor small, and there is nothing notable about the body. Exquisitely, my eyes will be looking strong and dangerous. If he only sees that physique, he falls into the general range enough.

Much different from the presence of the strong man Bernard had seen in the past, and also the heroic brave man he had imagined.

But this man is now undoubtedly at the mercy of the Crest Church.

Brilliant and more disastrous, not good but evil is the great evil that honors, Rugis.

Bernard was feeling the hot breath leaking out of his lips. An exaltation that exchanges blades with his master's extraordinary hatred of his enemies and his presence, which is thus called hero. Those two species mix oddly together to darken Bernard's eyes.

I know his war history. I heard the martial authority, the glory and the ambition. But this is the first time he and I have exchanged blades. Hence Bernard made it unexpected that he couldn't win.

A moment's whim in the world divides life and death is the battlefield. It's just everyday tea and rice that warriors on the battlefield perish from time to time.

I don't know what will happen or how things will fall. That's the battlefield, and for Bernard, the battlefield was like home. This long-sleeved man is letting his body live with seriousness and some sort of indifference.

Hence it was Bernard who moved first. Gain momentum on your side and wave your sword over the upper stages with long arms.

The blade drew a line on the universe as it twisted smoothly. The blade is aiming to enter more than Rugis' left shoulder and eat the torso. Its beautiful flash of sound and tearing the sky is undoubtedly a gift of daily training.

But at that moment, Bernard felt cold.

Cold chills cover the spine and make the eye itself cold. I don't know what that brought about. But reflexively, Bernard turns against his body. Though the verses screamed mightily, they made it possible in an aggressive place.

It is good to say that it divided Bernard's destiny.

The aftersound of iron and iron meshing together for a moment. Purple electricity was running in the area where Bernard's jaw had been until earlier.

Bernard pushed him so hard that his breathing would be disturbed. All over my body, I feel one thing.

That's vivid compression enough to scorch the bones. I don't even have to ask who gave it to me.

Bernard distorts his cheeks quietly. Bernard didn't know if that was frightening or delightful.

I still have one strange thought that was just in my chest. It was just a wave, I understood.

- Oh, well. Is this the hero?

"Wow, wow!

Bernard waves his blade as he raises his dead voice. The sword trident seems unscrupulous and sharp and smooth everywhere.

Once, never again, purple electricity and iron intertwine. The dull sound characteristic of the sword trident echoed on the battlefield several times. Bernard's blade, which is wielded unilaterally, emits a spark, while Purple Electricity on the other hand confronts the blade with a grand behavior. Sometimes it flushes, sometimes it strikes down.

The very technology that performs them in sophistication is undoubtedly a threat in itself. But it wasn't the martial arts that made Bernard's spine cold. It was against pure power.

He naturally behaves in a way that Bernard, the long-body, wields with all his strength. The blade is not allowed to be microscopic and the violet electricity is not pushed into the shards.

Bernard was feeling something amazing creeping up from his throat. At least if you're a serious person, you can't take it this way. It was something to be pushed in for a little while. I no longer feel like I'm slashing an immovable being into my opponent.

Is this what heroes are? If normal human blood is sane, I'm sure his blood has madness in it.

But good. I don't mind, it's rather good. Bernard is well aware of the fact that the blade is not easily delivered. Bernard was convinced that at the price of one or two of his arms, he could no longer beat this one.

But I couldn't have been defeated. It's good to be killed, but you can't just be killed. In that case, when he dies and becomes only a soul, Bernard will not be able to face his husband very well.

At any rate, this great evil, only for heroes. You have to reward an arrow.

Bernard takes his breath. I didn't even feel like breathing temporarily. Gather the hatred in your body and just aim for one point.

Bernard dared to draw his sword into his hand and let the sunlight seep into the blade that rippled by taking a poking stand. That moment is an indisputable gap.

He couldn't have missed it. Purple electricity moves as a narrowed arrow releases, ripping through the sky and approaching Bernard's body.

Within the blink, it would rip Bernard's shoulder open and crack his heart. Intuition close to certainty strikes Bernard's brain. Even with evasive behavior, fatal wounds are inevitable. An indisputable blow to death.

But Bernard didn't even think about avoiding shards. Instead, it was that wave that I was waiting for.

I believed that if he was a strong man, he couldn't have missed this gap.

Breathe out, let go. A flash of light runs in a straight line from Bernard's hand to determine the neck of the Great Evil Rugis.

It was a blow that was no more than this for Bernard. The blade of an enemy in momentum can no longer be stopped, and he chooses the enemy's neck in exchange for his life.

That's good. Otherwise you won't be able to face the Lord Salenio. The enemy in front of you is a hateful enemy who has wiped out the Lord, and that is how it is a vendetta.

The hatred undoubtedly existed within Bernard. But there's one more thing there, and there's another emotion mixed up.

That is immediate expectation. He killed his Lord. If so, the desire to be more than that. A naive desire not to be a descendant.

That is how the aspiration can be fulfilled.

- A vivid metal noise strikes my ear. Moment after moment, Bernard's vision abruptly flipped.

I'm not sure what happened. The only thing that caught my eye for a moment was that purple electricity, which changed its orbit as if it had seen through Bernard's movements, cut off the blade that waved.

So the next thing I knew, a shock ran on my body, and when I realized it, I was looking up to heaven. The cloudy cloud sky is strangely bright all day. Well, Bernard finally realized he was defeated.

"... what am I talking about? Let's not. It's like a lifeless assault. I just hate it when I'm used to seeing it."

It was an easy word to say. Rugis kept his mouth open as he sat down beside Bernard.

Because the hateful presence is what it looks like, Bernard also spewed out his words as he lay down. It looked rough, not like it was every few things.

"How could you not kill me? If you're meant to be merciful, you're mistaken. I can never forgive you."

I guess, and Rugis still responded briefly. That's how I keep the word going.

"There's no such thing as pity. It's just that the hero I know wouldn't have killed you. If you want to die, I'll kill you."

It was as if Bernard had no idea who was the hero to whom Rugis' words referred. Rather, it was surprising to Bernard that he had such a presence.

Bernard narrows his eyes as he leaks his exhale. I hate Rugis if he asks me if I hate him, I want to kill him right now. Having defeated him like that, I also wanted to die miserably myself again.

But it is also true that there are conflicting emotions. What an odd mood.

Bernard says as he still looks up to heaven.

"I will kill you one day. Even if you crawl on the ground."

Rugis got up when he heard it and did nothing that way. I just said, if you can do it, do it.

Bernard exhales deeply again. I didn't know how comfortable I was, as always.

Only the sound that sounded in my ear was gone.