A Wish to Grab Happiness

The demon Rabul leans his neck as he exposes his silver guts from his belly. Those amber eyes looked at me with the fialert in hand. What a strange shade. Every time I can stare, something nasty comes up my throat.

In the distance, I could hear the birds chirping.

"That's a lot of distortion, human. Are people also twisted back? Immediately, I will change my understanding."

"Do that. Anyway, I'm glad you changed your mind."

Even though I say it, my eyes narrow. I had a bad feeling running all over my chest.

Demon Labours. I suppose it has some specificity because of the demon. Still, how is it that you haven't suffered a scratch and not shed a drop of blood? Even though blood passes by, so much so that it is demonic. It's also earthly.

I wonder if anyone who bleeds will be able to kill them any day. How can I kill someone who doesn't bleed? It floats slightly. But I don't even have time to blink when I'm walking around more than the Fialert is captured by my enemies.

Breathe. Breathtaking, he put the blade of the treasure sword on his shoulder, leaning forward and stepping out. The sword honks the blade to my will. Its blade pulsating to live strikes its body sharper and mightier.

- Hey, you don't have to die to kill me, Lord. If you kill him, he dies without refusal.

Such a noisy voice sounded in my head. I think there is something a little more to say.

"Lord Rugis!

It was Mastigious who shouted at me the same time I took a step. The expression has the will to push and kill the pain and try to come forward.

I knew what I was trying to say, even if I didn't hear the words. It is determined by what guided me to Fialert. So I only handed out my gaze for a moment, and I didn't reply.

I don't want to scratch the fialert with me. But you can't keep watching a few of my people get stripped.

Sometimes things get worse like rolling down a ramp just because you're letting it go. Reaching out to injure a wound, even if it's unusual, can't make a difference.

Especially if the enemy is a demon of disaster itself. If you're being held hostage, there's a way to fight for it.

Entering another step, it was no longer the realm of Labours. A bronze demon leg that even feels disastrous is stretching out to poke my heart out. No, not once, heart, neck and brain marrow. The demon legs were released to try on all of them, and the wind slashing sound struck his ear hard.

It's like implanting something called intent to kill in your leg. It's too gorgeous.

I half-baked reflexively and took another step forward. Drive your ankles, knees and hips, return your wrists and wave the treasure sword. Purple electricity circles in hollow, dull iron bite sounds. The treasure sword devoured his demon leg, and its orbit was reversed.

But it still didn't seem entirely obvious. The flesh on his cheeks and shoulders was shredded, and he jumped just when he gained his freedom.

Understand in an instant. Very good enemies in long wars. But they're easier to do than Drigman, who grabs them from a distance.

Keeping the treasure sword and demon leg engaged, he uses his wrist again and slaps the tip of the demon leg off to the ground. Without breathing a single breath, he aimed at Rabul's neck and drew off the purple wire.

He avoided it. It didn't even bother him. The hollow trembles, and there's nothing between me and Laboure that's obstructive. Wonder and he wasn't even seen shielding the fialert with his hands grabbed.

A treasure sword pierces Labur's throat without any interruption. The sight definitely looked like a pair of eyes.

But before that, I did hear my ears. Rabul was opening its extremity lips.

"You're an unreasonable creature. Immediately, I will make the correction. Let me show you how to break the human shell."

The blade of the treasure sword wears Rabul's neck without scratching the fialert. Whether human or demonic, a deadly penetration that erupts and withers blood. That was all it was.

But there is no feeling in my hand of choosing meat and bouncing blood, only the discomfort of tapping something hard.

- What is this? Thoughts stop for a moment.

I don't think very much of it as an organism. It's as if your hands and feet are growing inorganically and wandering around. Inexplicability came before fright. What the hell is this?

Doubt and confusion travel through the contents of the skull, intertwining thoughts. You know what? I stopped. In front of the demon.

Rabul was slit in the throat and, naturally, opened his mouth. That sculptural finger touches my chest baffled.

No, maybe the moment I stabbed the sword in the neck, it was already touched.

There was no pain, only a strange fever.

"The gear of destiny is always in our hands. With one mishanging of gears, immediate destiny is something that flows far beyond - Rugis. You mistook your destiny. If you are, you are on this side."

Why, this guy knows my name. Rather than such suspicion, the disgust of Labur's fingers forcing him into the meat prevailed.

Nauseating. My vision went blind and I don't know why I'm standing right now. I even feel my soul being forced to scratch around.

That way, there's something squeaking in the back of my head. I felt that way.

What does that mean? What did Rabul do? It's like I don't know. But there was only a twisted feeling in the bottom of my stomach.

Moment after moment, the treasure sword fluttered like a hissing. My eyes open and my consciousness is forced back to me.

I forced my hips to drive, thrust his hand away, and lay the blade down and slapped him in the neck bone. It would have been inevitable if it had been.

But Rabul doesn't even play like a drigman. He spun his voice intact as he exposed his silver guts.

"Yep... it would be good to resist. But either way, you'll never get away from the gear you turned once. You can no longer escape. Immediately, understand."

There was a distorted grin, made of a face like a righteous doll. My spine starts bouncing.

As always, I don't know what Rabul is talking about. But it's too creepy to keep talking in a grand manner while wearing your belly and breaking your neck by more than half.

"Well, that doesn't taste good. I don't believe in destiny that's inconvenient to me - so finish here."

Saying, return the blade. I don't know how it works, I don't even know if I'm really alive. But any man can't live if he's completely severed from his neck.

Shake the blade up, the next moment.

- The storm rang. A voice that splits the sky and tells us that there is nothing to fear.

bird. It was also the ringing sound of a demon bird far louder than a human. That's a few of them, flying right over me and Laboure. That damned voice is as if it threatens us.

To that remaining oddity, the body becomes paralyzed for a moment. My cheeks were distorted and I even wanted to block my ears on the spot. I feel pierced with a sharp needle to the depths of my tympanic membrane.

So, that moment was everything. Rabul puts his demon legs on the ground as if he knew on his own, and dances through the universe. The devil bird put Laboul on his back in a way he was used to. Yes, with the fialert.

Rabul says in a sloppy voice with his throat slit.

"Let me compliment you, General Magic. Unsurprisingly, my purpose has been achieved. Later, yes, keep going west as you see fit. Immediately."

Mastigious didn't have time to return any words. I'm sure for Rabul, humans are not the conversationalists. Speak the word unilaterally, and man hears it. I guess that's what humans are supposed to be like for demons. Agatos is a little strange.

A flash of demon bullets runs through the edge of his sight. They have only slightly plundered the great wings of the devil bird, but they are not yet ready to be shot off.

As such, the sky is no longer reachable to me. The only fialert that seems to be able to counter it is still at Labourg's disposal. Her appearance no longer even comes true when she disappears into the sky.

Bite your back teeth hard. Something bitter seeped into my mouth. At the same time, the heart sounds strong.

"Um, bastard..."

Something. Something deadly sounded in me. In the past, scenes are reviving behind my eyelids when I was still in the slums.