A Wish to Grab Happiness

Even after Rugis left Labourg's bedroom, Junelba's skepticism and hostility did not stop. No, it's getting darker and darker. A heavy mouth made a chirping noise.

I don't care if Rugis is an ex-human or something anymore. Junelba was convinced that his nature did not engage him.

"Can't you trust him, Junelba? Immediately, I would like you to tell me why. He's on our side."

So Rabour asked why he doubted that. It's not that she doesn't understand because she's stupid. Because of her nature, it is an incomprehensible matter.

Junelba was well aware of that, and that's why he trusts her. opened his mouth cleverly small, said Junelba.

"Rabul, I don't know how much I can understand you. Yeah, I guess we have that kind of deal every now and then. I don't know anything about loyalty or benevolence. If it's bad, even the plan and the damage."

Except those who stand on their own existence, and bear witness to themselves. They betray each other easily, and they don't know the word "companion," etc. No, it's probably not a betrayal to them. I just did what I wanted.

Speaking of fruit, Junelba had a time when he preferred such people. They were so much easier to hang out with than just witchcraft, and from one side they are fascinating. Breaking up is not serious either. They're easy to understand in a way.

If I went along with it, some of those people were just cowardly. If you open your heart, you can be a good friend. Junelba believed so in the past.

- Until I met that cowardly traitor, I believed.

Junelba warped the Raptor's eyes again. I was remembering a very bad woman.

That red copper who betrayed me in the worst of situations by showing me a terribly cowardly sleigh and entering into my nostalgia, pretending like I was inspired by emotion.

In that case, Junelba deplores the fact that he can't be trusted no matter how he scratches his feet. Because they really, like, betray each other like nothing else.

Rabul had listened to the story with interest, but it still didn't look like he understood. However, he recognises that he may say so in fact.

Junelba didn't look like he cared about it either. Conversely, inquire when speaking of which.

"You didn't hear me clearly yet. Rabul, what have you done to me? It's refreshing for me."

Rabul does not imitate lying. So neither did Junelba imitate a void in front of her.

Labour opens his lips as he splits his tidy hair tips.

"Let's be frank. He was misguided in his fate. So I made it right, until then. Immediately, understand. He wasn't meant to be like this."

Junelba snorted loudly and showed it. Up to that point, I understood roughly what Rabour was talking about. In the past, she put it into words a few times, about the fate of mechanical tricks.

The accidental seemingly fate in this world is also all on the path of the mechanical gods, says Rabul.

All fates are fixed, demonic, animal, insect and human. There must be no such thing as a major breakdown.

"The three declarations of trust which I have commanded the first gods. One of them is that. He told me to correct my destiny immediately."

Saying, Rabul hugs one of his own legs with both hands. All the tricks looked like the doll was doing a determined trick.

Rabul was thinking back about him in his heart. about his natural destiny.

I don't know the fate of all things, no matter what the mechanical demon Rabul is. to such an extent that the precision can recognize distortion.

But his fate, which I touched directly on, was truly visible. For the first time in his life, Rabour has learned about nature and the feeling of narrowing his eyes.

Rugis. Well said, universal man. Worse still, it's common. Someone to that extent.

If he had characteristics, he would have been a gifted genius. I'm not a merchant, I'm not a craftsman.

- Bad sense. Bad guy.

That's the title he was supposed to be given in place of a hero.

Those who deceive others with their faces and use them for their own good, and thus betray them with ease. Guilty scoundrel.

Rabul finds out that should have been the way it was supposed to be. If that was the way to go, he was only himself until the end. It must have been a happy lifetime.

Because he doesn't have a hero's soul. If you don't have the talent to fight, you can't handle witchcraft, you haven't been blessed with race and environment.

Even so, he had nothing.

Those who were protégés were easily lost, and the admirer was slain before his eyes. Friends and those who recognized themselves lost everything equally.

That's why he was supposed to reign as evil, spitting smoke of hatred enough to burn him, no matter what itinerary he went on. Even if it was on someone's palm. That's what I was supposed to say about happiness.

And yet.

That day, something that couldn't possibly have happened. I'm sure he doesn't even remember what time or where it happened.

But it did happen.

- He saw the sun. Gold that is divinely unblocked by anything and clears the dark clouds.

That's what people call the sun a great hero.

Everyone wished to be in the sun and to be illuminated by his brilliance. That's what I thought was happiness.

But oddly enough, he wasn't the only one. I don't know. He got burned by the sun.

Instead of diverting my eyes or touching the warmth of sunlight, I wanted to be like him if I wished. Even if his eyes burn down and his arm chops a thousand times.

That is an indisputable curse. A cursed vision that drives destiny crazy. He abandoned all his talent and left it to that vision.

Therefore, despite his lack of sword genius, he held the sword, and with pride he was not supposed to have, he was to walk down the bloody path, whimpering.

Naturally. His destiny rejects his will. There was no vessel of heroes in him, and that is why he was to enjoy the miserable raw. Still, he doesn't throw them away.

Rabul turns this down as a clear fateful error. And I haven't turned it down with a minor error enough to be missed. The error of his fate no longer involved too many.

"- He will have little memory of anyone right now. Because to him, he doesn't care about anything but himself. Memories, thoughts, even burning. Immediately, everything disappeared before the right fate. That's all."

Speaking in a covert voice, Rabour surrendered himself to his destiny to sleep in himself. Whenever I was late for that emotion, I wondered what human beings were like.

Then Junelba muttered sighingly, wondering if it was still not credible.

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A crowd of people were making noise all this day about the Volvato morning capital, which was no longer a city ruled by demonization. Neither did the demons blame it. Because I knew that was what I needed.

Citizens and magicians alike speak up.

"Hear that? Master Mastigios..."

"- Stupid. That could happen!

Speculation, anxiety and agitation mix, and emotions increase. Of all the people living in the capital, it was hard to believe.

I hear it once, I hear it twice, and even the third time, I still can't believe it. But stupid. The same words are repeated.

- It was so hard to believe that the Magic General Mastigious-la-Borgograd would be imprisoned and executed.

Only a handful of magicians, citizens and those who have temporarily shown their deference to witchcraft, truly devote themselves to witchcraft.

The sense that man is the champion of the continent does not fade when he is shown mighty power. Temporarily bent over, I believe someone will, sooner or later, drive the demonization away.

And one of its symbols was Mastigious, the elites of the Volvato morning led by him. No matter how many stories you tell, there's no way you can believe they're defeated.

Hope, however, has aspects that exist in order to be cut off.

In front of the capital Kingsguard. A place for lively entertainment at all times and for the voices of the merchants to rise up. But what we have here are multiple execution tables and the criminals who were taken.

Magic armored soldiers or elite magicians. They, who were supposed to have left the capital as Volvato's main army, were now chained as defeaters. It is drawn into the hands of demons until the time of execution as if it were a spectacle.

Citizens were stunned by the sight that would be nothing but humiliation. And I realized it without saying anything about anyone. Oh, he said this country is going to die.

Looking down from the room given that sight, the demon Rugis accompanied the demon sword with a polished cloth. I guess I don't need such a thing in the Devil's Sword, but like a habit he made it.

A brunette mage lays on the sleeping table where he is supposed to sleep without whimpering or leaking. I left my collar and bracelet on, but I guess it doesn't work. She sleeps peacefully. But there was nothing like waking up.

I haven't slept since Rugis brought me here. As I looked at her, Rugis shrugged.

"- Yay, that's funny. No. Does it fit?

With the Devil's Sword in his sheath, he rattles his teeth and Rugis says. A demon bird, seated as a bystander, spread its wings as if frightened.

What can I do for you, Master Rugis?

"What is it? Why should I have to kill them if I can't resist? Needless to say. Anything that demonstrates credibility, what would betray a betrayer do? I don't know what that woman thinks."

Rugis said as he combed Fialert's dark hair with his fingertips. The Devil Bird didn't know why Rugis was doing that, but he still knows that if he damages the Devil's mood, he will die easily.

"We don't know what the devil thinks... don't you mean by a ritual of passage? When a young bird becomes an adult bird, it drops its wings off the cliff and tries to see if it can flap them. Even if it's a travesty."

A ritual of passage. Yes, Rugis stared at Fialert's sleeping face, repeatedly. I turned my heel back just like that. And kick the door open silently.

I don't know if you convinced me, but I guess you didn't manage to swallow it. The devil bird told the little bird for reporting with a relieved look on his face.

"Master Rugis was headed to the execution site. Orders, human executions will be carried out as planned."

Now the hope of the humans is broken. And the resentment of the humans will not be demonic, but will be directed at the traitor Rugis.

If a former hero has fallen and turned to the side of demonization. Humans can never be allied again. And then it ends in the right fate, which is swallowed by satanicity.

The devil bird soared his mouth as he held what Rabul had said to his chest.