A Wish to Grab Happiness

The demon Rabul looked at the person in front of him as he rolled his amber eyes.

He sets up a treasure sword that shines his fierce eyes in his eyes and unleashes an overflowing demon. It's just slightly frenetic to call me human.

Human hero. The man who killed the demon, Rugis.

It was also found in Laboul that his expression, to the point of a piece of skin, was now full of rage. It was a labour with a faint understanding of what emotion is, but it is forced to swallow that anger is this.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I'm not confused about killing someone, but the shade of thinking about how to kill them.

Not so long ago, I guess the brunette magician was peculiar to him.

That's why Laboure decided it was just right. In addition to her role as the heart of the Lord Vrilligant, the brunette has another role to play as well.

"What my fellow countrymen did, right? What, if people like you are walking with their chests up, then they will come out. Then if I don't snap your necks, that's it."

As if to tell himself, Rugis said floating. A step was taken effortlessly, but he still has the expression that if there is a gap, he won't eat it up on his neck muscle.

A treasure sword bearing the name of a hero slain shook in a clear shade.

Rabour understands that perhaps the words are genuine and represent his essence. Once I worked on him, I could see a little bit of it.

Human beings who say Rugis always have a distrust of others in their bellies. That will never dissolve, no matter what.

Childhood experience, or is it what you were born with? He has an intuition that human beings and the like can't be trusted anywhere. I thought I might abandon myself as long as I could.

Rabul didn't let his emotions reveal themselves, but he remembered something in his heart called funny for a long time. With all that happening, I still couldn't help wondering if he was going to be with people. There is something unreasonable about it.

Rabul said with his hands wide open, not even his demon legs exposed. Be respectful, then, so that the exquisite doll imitates how people behave.

"It is. Immediately, change your perception -"

Rabul is a demon capable of observation and analysis. The observational eye allows us to remember some understanding, even if we cannot convince ourselves of our emotions.

As long as I wanted to, it was easy to figure out where they least wanted me to touch them and how to push my back to do it.

The air takes on a pressing color, making it impossible to even breathe cheaply. What I feel on my skin is a sign of the devil. Only one bearer of the treasure sword is laying them all down.

In the meantime, Rabul dared to say it with no expression.

"- Then watch her suffer. People who drink with joy must have been afraid of me. I understand immediately."

That's not a lie, it's just a fact. Apparently, Rabul's knowing Magic General Mastigious wished he had bought much respect for himself and much resentment at the same time.

I wonder how many people broke their knees for him and how many were denied prosperity.

Few of them revealed their joy because their daughter was imprisoned by demons, doing all that was painful and distorting their beauty.

The way she cries is the sweet dew above all else.

"Right."

Say something, Rugis said. Rabul blinks its lid.

- In a moment, there was a sound of iron exploding. The moment Labur blinks, the treasure sword has already devoured and killed his shoulder unbroken.

Silver guts flood out and black liquid splashes. There is no mercy for that slaughter, just for slashing through the demon's heart.

That would be natural, too.

Rugis took a word of Laboure as an insult to his hero. If you are to juxtapose the values that are within Rugis, it is not your happiness or, let alone your virtues or good intentions that come to the top. It's just a tribute to the heroes who were once in a hurry.

If it's a mockery of yourself, I'll laugh it off whether it's 10,000 words or not. But as soon as it was someone he believed in, the gear would give a lot of weight.

Up to that step, Rabour came to certainty.

- What a distortion. What irrationality. His fate is twisted crazy. Oh, this is his distortion.

Rabul was not upset while his left shoulder was shattered and a treasure sword tried to reach his heart. Sometimes they don't have those features more than they used to, but this is what I predicted. Instead I say it with the treasure sword entangled so as not to release the distortion held in its hand.

"Again, you are screwed. Immediate correction."

Rugis distorts his eyes in surprise at the words that came down abruptly. I'm just saying I can't read that intent at all. I'm just putting my strength into the treasure sword.

Rabul grabbed the treasure sword, and so - opened those five fingers into space and said. The unique heat of the original is leaking out of the body. Now that I've grabbed the distortion, I no longer miss it.

"- I told you. You'll never get away from the gear you turned once. You are no longer in the hands of destiny. Immediately correct your distortions."

To the radiance of the scriptures, Rugis' eyes opened, and that is how he released the last word.

"- Shadow! Never mind. Go!

As the accompanying woman turned her back, Rugis also drove her body to fly, but it was too late. Because I don't want to be alone in this world, like what I can escape from my destiny.

Rabul grinned with a demonic smile on his righteous face. I pierced Rugis' chest with that finger.

Moments later, the companion magic repeatedly swells and converges with Laboure as its starting point, pouring it straight into Rugis. The laws of physics are inverted, the past and the future begin to uneven over the timeline, and in that way miracles and mysteries show their faces.

Rabour said, whispering.

- Original Unlocking: The Destiny of Machine Tricks

No matter how accidental the fate may seem, they are all just things decided by the gears of the gods. If that's crazy, only correct it. There was one heel and one gear, and it sounded like it was going around.

His, the fortune of Rugis' destiny is reflected in the sight of Labur. Battle, humiliation, death of friends, hero, scorch - so, gold.

Slowly, Rabul speaks to those ears. In the meantime, the magic of Laboure covered Rugis' entire body. Let that fate be guided to the right path.

"You mistook your destiny, Rugis. You're not supposed to speak justice, you're not supposed to do good. Immediately, remember. Those two have not given you one."

In front of me, Rugis leaks a whimper. That's how he remembers the iron dissolved in heat, the feeling of being poured into his blood vessels.

But if you want to correct your destiny and rebirth it. That's the price you have to pay. Laboul believes he can withstand enough of it.

"Justice kicked you in the foot, and goodwill spit on you. It was only then that what you praised should be evil, fear and screaming."

"Oh, before... huh!?

Sticky, clicky, Laboul makes footsteps and slaps the floor of the library. I could see Rugis sweating and degenerating.

Rabul continues his words pale. No longer did he move.

"Yes, you're wrong - if you don't even get burned by a hero. You said you had the right destiny. Immediately change your perception."

He is not a hero loved by destiny, he is not a brave man with the love of God, nor does he possess the sword and the genius of the devil. That's what got me here right now, just in a hurry. That in itself is an astonishing event. The gods can't even think about it. But it's never the right way.

Rabour turns the gear through the original. Tickle, tickle, make a noise and the gear of destiny runs around. Rugis was once scorched by the heroes, and no matter how much he hated them, everything was anointed with vision.

That's how I met his gold - everything was a mistake, says Rabul, the demon of destiny. That's why you make everything look right. The way he should be.

The treacherous. The Lord of evil. Big evil.

If he can't crush justice and goodwill and be a hero. It can no longer fit like a human being.

Flesh braided with magic. Seeds of the Great Spirit and the blood of giants. I can say that it is strange to be human anymore.

He had a destiny to be, and that's how he was equipped with the qualities to just make it happen now.

So with praise and respect, Rabour said.

"We welcome your participation, Rugis. I am - only if I am the haulier."

Continuing the rotation, where the gear is thought to be permanent within a moment, it devours the magic of Labur.

And after the scriptures had finished their activities, they were there. There were no more humans.

One primitive was laid down, and so on.

- The enemy of mankind, the demon man, manifested himself.