A Wish to Grab Happiness

"... hey. That you're here. Are you going, Fialert? They'll be in your home country."

As Fialert-la-Borgograd pressed his thin gloves against his fingers at the front door, he heard a deafening voice. For Fialert it no longer has to be asked who, it belongs to Finn-Eldis, Queen of Elves.

From the former, this is the mansion in the Wang Dynasty, where Eldis makes it his temporary residence. It's not strange to hear her voice in itself, but I don't see her.

Perhaps he uses the spirit of spirituality and delivers only his voice. You're still in therapy, but you can't. Or do you have extra time?

Ringing his legs, without waiting for guidance from his squire, Fialert heads to Eldis' private room. I opened my mouth to reply to a voice that remained in my ear.

"Although it's a lie when it comes to having nowhere to think. But it's more of a lie not to go. Human beings can't meditate on their freedom."

That's a genuine word from the depths of your heart for a fialert. It's not that easy not to have any thoughts about forming your home country.

Oriental male, magic landlord Volvato morning. Place the Grand Duke of Magic Enforcement in the five great cities, under the control of the Sovereign of the center and the Academy of Magic.

Although Volvato is a dynastic system, it differs greatly from the kingdom garrison, Elizaldo, whose rule is predominant on a tribal basis.

It is in that the presence of the other two countries, better or worse, hereditary nobles will govern much of the country and citizens will only be governed, whereas in the Volvato morning citizens will also be able to participate in the political or military upper echelons.

That is, as long as you have the gift of witchcraft.

The Volvato Morning humans interpret magic as a gift from God and the best means of approaching Him. The sorcerer's supreme honor, and the goal to be pursued in that way, is to reach God.

Because he had such an idea, the rationale behind the use of witchcraft was that man was close to God. As long as we have talent, we can put our hands on every honor, whether we are from the common people.

Fialert was in a corner of Fuji's memory, remembering the appearance of Arre seen in the Great Temple of Flimsrat. She was brilliant in gold and moved her lips pathetically.

At the same time, she had a vast array of demons that she didn't think were human, and she used magic that didn't even know the shards of the mechanism - Arueno. If we are to follow the teachings of the Volvato morning, that figure will be the closest thing to God.

I felt a tingling and pain around my lungs. Fialert accidentally bites the ends of her lips. I didn't want to think that even a certain amount of toughness was what we were aiming for.

Besides, I don't even want to set her as an example as a personal sentiment for fialerts. It was more like the will as a woman than as a sorcerer.

The decoration is modest, rather when the wood knocks on a door that is often made noticeable, Eldis replies, please.

Indoors, Eldis kept herself in bed, only getting her upper body up. I guess the wounds are still not adequate when the demon and fangs are eaten together.

"The Virgin and the Princess are calculating to cut off the group of urban states. We can't expect the help of the crest religion if we go to the East."

That's what I would do if I were in the same position, Eldis added, glowing brilliantly. Fialert nods again to agree.

At least as the head of the organization, it would have to be. Just because the enemy comes at you with his fangs peeled off, it's not just the monarch who pours in soldiers without darkness.

profit or loss, look ahead, and dilute the best of the worst. They were the known monarchs of Fialert.

But he is not a monarch. Fialert didn't speak, but he even had a laugh in his chest.

"But still, Rugis is going. No matter how he scratches, he can't tolerate many sacrifices."

That's no longer so much kindness as curse. It was more ruinous than heroic.

To help a woman who hasn't seen her for a while, she burns herself to the fire and offers her body in front of the beast for someone she doesn't even know.

Its life that does not tolerate any sacrifice other than its own. Never clever or wise, if there was a God, he would surely call it that.

Maybe that way of life is fatally flawed.

- Still, because the only existence that Fialert-la-Borgograd truly believed and dreamed of was, and still is, that back.

No matter how ruinous it was, there was no other option.

"That's why I'm going. It's not the Virgin or the Princess I believe in, it's him."

Erdis did not deny the word. No, no matter how much I worked out the words, I wouldn't have been able to. That could even lead to a denial of him.

Leaning her lid, Eldis leaked her exhale. If this is the only aspect of it, Eldis can't wait to envy Fialert.

Fialert is much closer to Rugis than Erdis or Kalia. That doesn't mean distance, naturally, but as nature.

Both the unacceptable heart of sacrifice and the way it is there, the fialert is much more human. Eldis, raised as the princess of the elves, and Kalia, who has abandoned everything possible with the knights, have a fialert that cannot be earned. That's a common connection to Rugis.

Eldis felt helplessly envious. I can no longer be like that.

That's why Eldis thought. Oh, come on. I wish he'd come this way. That's a little more patience, too.

Eldis' luminous lips move with a fudge.

"I'm afraid I can't move yet. [M] The Fairy King has been rooting for a long time, though. If you move poorly, there's going to be a real natural disaster."

That's what Eldis said, lifting the cup lightly at hand. The shades of the Ethereal Dome illuminate the sun and make its appearance beautifully and lightly transparent.

But contrary to its beauty, the way it is everywhere is demonic. I found that out in the fialert. I don't know. Ringing my throat.

A bunch of magicians and intelligent magic tricks make. The cup is built with a magical density that is incomparable with such a thing.

To put it, the great sword of black scarlet that Kalia possessed, something similar in nature to that one. I have no idea why it is braided and consists of fialerts.

The cup itself is the original of the fairy king Drigman, its manifestation. So I guess Eldis understands the impact that Drigman has left on this city. Nevertheless, a natural disaster is a great deal, but Fialert makes her lips ripple.

When Eldis took out the cloth bag with one hand, he handed it to Fialert with a light trick. The detail of the pattern showing Eldis is a testament to the fact that this was made in Elf's country.

Returning her gaze as Fialert asks, Eldis says in a calm atmosphere.

"I want you to give it to him. It's not exorcism, but if you're dealing with a magician, it's a little useful."

The cloth is thick and I have no idea what's inside. But the hobby that opens up here wasn't in the fialert either. This is what the queen of the elves says, it will never descend.

Fialert nods and makes glossy dark hair jump.

That's how Eldis said as he called to the back of a fialert trying to leave the room. There was an elf-specific pranky grin on its cheek.

"Whatever happens, I ask you to come back with him and Kalia to the King's Capital - right, let's use the honey we took in Gaza to make good quality honey wine. He'd like that, wouldn't he?

Eldis' grin was a prank in itself, but words were never the wind of joking.

Fialert makes lashes jump only slightly. That was just it. In his chest, there was a whirlpool of emotions that were hard to brush.

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Leaving Eldis's mansion, a fudge and shadow surfaced on the cheek of a fialert where the sun was supposed to set.

I've already tasted this feeling several times. Fialert looks up at the sky without moving. She was quite close today. Covering up the sun, she looks deserving of the nasty appearance.

"Where are you going, Fialert? You won't be wearing such a travel costume and going hunting even for near-field rabbits. Of course, I'm going home now. Just like that. So, I'll listen to you, Fialert. I wonder where we're going. I don't think so, but I'm not going east."

Drop down your grey hair like a glowing silk thread, says the girl Reu - the gem Ba-Agatos. She seemed like a straightforward girlfriend, and her eyes often showed a grump. If she was a person who couldn't care less about her looks, she must have even had a toothpick.

Fialert said he didn't even feel comfortable with Agatos like that. I was wondering if you knew much about yourself.

"I'm going to go to Rugis. It's east or west."

"That's insane. You and that guy. No. Are we all human beings?

"I think so."

I guess I didn't mind the faint sayings of the fialert. Agatos strengthens his vocabulary while letting numerous gems support him.

Fialert tried to say something to forgive him, but Agatos' temper was not so long.

"Fine, then I'll tell you the fialert. You just don't know it yet. The Orient is no longer a land where you can live in peace. No, we can disappear from this continent and lose it already - because the dragon king Vrilligant and his demon have breathed their roots back."

The Great Evil Dragon, that's how the Great Devil Vrilligant is. As the fialert pushed the black eye open to the word, Agatos now lowered his voice tone to say it.

I see something close to kindness in that voice that she would not otherwise give to a human being.

"Good fialert, I think you did well against Drigman. It's good to drink. But that's like a miracle on top of a miracle. It's never proper - so Vrilligant doesn't even make sense by miracles. That's what it is... not just human beings, but a lot of races challenged it in the ancient times. You don't have to tell me what happened to the majority of them, do you?

Fialert was listening to the voice and circling her eyes that it was an unexpected one. More about her than what Agatos said.

Agatos' words today are not an attempt to move this one as good, or to invite it to something, but purely a guide to this one. Of all the Fialert has ever dealt with Agatos, it was something I had never seen.

Maybe to the demon Agatos and the great demon Vrilligant, that was also the cause of something in the age of mythology. Is that why you're so exhausted with words?

Take all of that, and still, Fialert said. My gaze is slightly up.

"Thank you, Agatos. Glad to hear it - but I'm going. Because human beings, have lived for decades. Even so, I don't like to live by folding myself. I haven't noticed this before. Finally, I realized."

Listening to the words, Agatos relaxed his expression as he flaunted for a moment, so that the next one was greatly distorted.

It is more frustrating than outrageous. He even seemed to wonder why demonic things had to run out of words like this. Even the emotion of twisting Fialert's body down like this hides in sight.

Agatos, however, saw the black eye of the fialert from the front. It shines like a beautiful gem, shaking something like fire.

Most people who have these eyes don't know how to bend. Even if she broke her limbs, Agathos thought she would do something about it.

That's why it's against perseverance to just break yourself. Whatever I did with each human being, it was supposed to be on my own. Agatos says, leaking a small exhale.

"... Okay, I don't know anymore. Whatever you want - but listen to me, Fialert. Neither Leu, nor you. It breaks somewhere anyway. I'll make sure it breaks. I definitely think at the end of the day that my words were right. I'm sure of that. I'll give you a privileged seat then. Yeah, this time too."

The grin of Agatos. It was just a demonic grin, like an extraordinarily beautiful jewel glow. In the gap where Fialert is blinded by that grin, Agatos holds her body back and drives through the sky. The landscape bounced off at an incredible rate, and Fialert's vision dashed brightly.

Elsewhere the upsetting fialert, Agatos says naturally.

"Oh, you didn't say you'd allow me to go alone. Besides, this one's faster, right?

The king's capital will soon disappear. The stage was about to move far east.