A Wish to Grab Happiness

In the secret chamber, Karia strips her fangs from her heart for a long time. Fang is what exists to hunt for prey, then naturally let's make it.

Even if the chest is still covered in muddy cold. Even if you realize that your hands and feet are terribly losing that power.

Still, Karia let her trembling knee stand.

If I don't do anything, the situation will surely get worse. Fialert is imprisoned, and Erdis remains tied to the king's capital. That's how Rugis turned into a demon.

Where is the path to victory, with endless worst.

But naturally, the biggest concern is him, Rugis.

He said he didn't know anything about himself. It would be a huge shock to Kalia if he was truthful and lost his memory of when he was human. That still makes my fingertips want to run into the trembling bed.

But at the same time, I thought. If he has forgotten all his memories.

If you've even lost the other woman, yes, that woman.

- Isn't now a good time for me to take possession of him? You can fill it with everything you've got.

The feeling of creeping and paralyzing strokes Kalia's spine. Regardless, there is no guarantee that he will only remember himself conveniently. Still worth considering. It could end in the worst possible outcome, but it could also put the best curtain in your hands.

Only I was given that good opportunity. Karia distorts her cheeks as she stiffens her swinging silver eyes. I rang my fingertips gently. What, if he's destroyed, you just have to rebuild it now.

Well, in case the soldiers are right, he pretended not to know himself as one of the plots. If that's what you're doing.

- There is no mistake that it will be difficult to exhaust to the brush tongue. Karia had no idea what would happen to her then.

"Well. Then why don't we work out a plan, with an oil rant. It's not for defeat, it's for victory. Wouldn't I try to squeeze my best too?"

Kalia said to the Volvato soldiers in front of her, and the soldiers around her, as she slapped that arm against the table.

Kalia's idea belonged exactly to the giant. Titans are dominated by destruction and regeneration. Its righteous existence is the only place in this world.

And he was pointing all that at just one man. All relentless.

"I don't mind rescuing Mastigious. But let me ask you what I want."

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In the luxurious bedroom of Labourg. The demon Junelba uttered words in a voice that smashed through many of the glorious dishes around him. The poison was beginning to mix with the exhalation from the verses.

That is just a testament to passion.

"I'm not sure. What the hell are you doing here - hey new demon. You should be careful what you say."

Only the tone was unchanged from time to time, but everyone can feel the words overflowing with anger. If it was just demonic, there was just enough heat everywhere that I would shake my tail feather and run away. The Raptor's eyes opened as if they were staring even at the enemy.

But the demon, who was at the end of his gaze, answers by throwing his legs out, sitting on the bed.

"Ha ha! What's wrong with the stinking face, birdhead? Why would I have your permission to do something?"

With that said, the demon Rugis had already hung his finger on the demon sword at hand. The eyes are dark and easily abhor and despise the presence in front of them. All I'm saying is that's the way I am.

The air evaporates. Poison and hate and all that seemed to cloud and distorted the space.

The two demons feel each other. With this guy, it's like a horse doesn't fit. The opposite is true from its existence.

Around the time we were about to start a second killing match, the demon Rabul finally opened his righteous lips.

"- Immediately, don't. Both of you. It is not beneficial for demons to fight each other. We must have something to do with each other."

Junelba said that even though the air weakened for a moment in the language, it was still not ready.

"Rabul, you're full of things I don't understand. How did you make such a devil of yourself? How can you allow this guy freedom? That heart's not good enough for him."

Set aside a beat, Rabul responded.

"I only corrected his fate, Junelba. All I'm saying is that he became a demon as a result. You must know that we demons do not have the power to create demons. Immediately, fix your understanding."

And after saying so, Rabul turned his gaze to Rugis beside him for a moment. He still has his hands on the Devil's Sword, dressed in black and purple based clothing.

But I don't see any hostility towards Rabul. And the gear I planted in him also turned out to be functioning correctly. It will also go through him, through her heartbeat.

Rabul chuckled in its chest, although he wouldn't leave it on his expression. Rabul didn't understand that it was close to emotion.

"The heart has already been treated. After that, as long as it's stable, we can transplant it."

Heart - Fialert was the bearer of a tough soul and spirit. With Labours, I can admire that it goes off track. There is no mistake.

Repeatedly stripping magic from her flesh, she did not break in an attempt to inflict unbearable severe pain many times. Being a magician would be an unparalleled shock if magic were taken away. I should have tasted countless bitterness to be ripped off my organs alive.

Usually that always makes people crazy. The body and spirit are not as durable as people think. Thus spirit is the slave of the flesh, and if the flesh is pressed, the spirit always causes anomalies.

But she still couldn't break it. Therefore Laboure judges.

She's - something fatally wrong from the beginning. Otherwise, I can't explain it.

But that's troubling. If the soul does not yield completely, a new magic will not tame the body. It can't be an institution that circulates the magic of the great demon Vrilligant.

But it's over, too. His transformation into a demon in front of her led her to abandon everything in a hazy consciousness.

After all, he was what was at the root of the fialert. Although there is naturally no speculation in Labourg as to what kind of emotion that is. I guess that's what happens if you observe the situation.

So nothing's wrong anymore. That being said, Junelba was uncomfortable.

"... but no matter how you scratch, this guy is an ex-human. I don't know when to betray you."

Junelba stares at Rugis without even trying to hide his surprised eyes. Rugis just said that he couldn't even gaze or anything, clapping his shoulders.

"Whoa, betrayal? - That's what you say to your people."

For a moment, both wings of Junelba are opened. A nail tip that easily cleaved the skin scratched the universe with the venom. It accurately depicts an orbit that doubles Rugis vertically.

But the Devil's Sword sounded as if it had seen through that step. The Devil's Sword makes a roar and punches through the big wings, tearing away the smell of venom.

- In a moment, the air breaks. A violent blow that relies on rigidity collides and squeals distorted aftersounds.

Several times it goes on, and Rabul raises his quiet voice again around where truly Junelba is willing to kill and Rugis begins to bring hatred to his eyes. I acted like I was used to it.

"You no longer have a word. If his disobedience is such a concern, let's do this. Immediately."

Rabour said, turning to Rugis. To the words of those who implanted the gear, the guidance and he also seems honest. He nods small and narrows his eyes.

"Tomorrow and the day after, we will execute the heroic Demon General of man. It's more than treason against us, unfortunately, but that's the only way."

So Rabul went on to say that. Rugis just didn't seem interested to hear it.

- In your hands, execute him. Immediately, understand.