A Wish to Grab Happiness

They just existed and looked like a single mountain.

The obsidian, which receives sunlight and leaves a beautiful reflection, colours the mountain. The mountains that twirled at times and exhaled at times were as if they were alive.

Yes, he's alive. Now with those raging eyes gleaming, I'm just waiting for the magic to circulate in my giant body.

Every time the heart makes a stirring noise, the magic moves all over the body. The surrounding magic became increasingly dense.

A little more, that would restore what it once was. And he growled that he would not let the hegemony of the continent be ours again, and must reign over both demons. The red copper dragon shadow Raptor seemed to see the sight floating on his lid.

Great Demon. Heavenly City Giant Beast. Make him king of dragons. A pillar of the three gods, Vrilligant.

Far above, yet both wings feel stiff. Shadrapt's loose expression tightened all this time. Though far-sighted, I didn't expect to catch another glimpse of you now.

"- Isn't this the outermost part of his realm? If you want to drop it, it's from here."

altitude where the mountains can be seen down. Human beings naturally die if they fall from here. The word "suicide" would no longer even be lukewarm. Most people, even demonic, take their lives.

But the demon man, held by Shadrapt, said at all times.

"Even if it's enough. Just fall and you'll get to him. Nice and easy. Hey."

Rugis the demon clutches his cheeks up, even showing a little fun.

A few minutes later, no, a few seconds later. Even when you might be losing your life, it's a lot of laughter. After all, it's insane. I guess that's why I can stand up to Vrilligant.

Shadrapt said with words falling zero from his chest resting on his mouth.

"If there's an ant who stands up to a giant dragon himself, that would be foolish as it is. How can you be funny? Death is miserable at all times."

Shadrapt didn't even know exactly what he was talking about. There's no point in pushing Rugis aside.

But in front of this inexplicable being, I really want to throw one or two questions at him. Rugis' way of life is the true opposite of Shadrapt. It must no longer be about differences of thought or anything else, but it must have been where the soul hangs apart.

That's why I get some interest in that view of death. Rugis said after working out the words for a moment.

"Yes, death is miserable. But at some point, you'll always follow me to your feet. Then it should be as much a way of life as I would like to give you a big welcome, I guess."

There was no falsehood in those eyes that looked up at Shadrapt. It's not about strength or anything, really, that's what this guy says from the heart. There's no vanity, no vanity, nothing there.

There's only one thought. He was also troubled when he was a human being, but he is still distracted from being a demon. When it comes to short-lived seeds, there must be very few who think and actually act like him.

But, well. It was always like being called a hero. That's what I think, and Shadrapt puts his overheld body out of his hands.

As soon as I thought Rugis' body floated for a moment, he was pulled down to gravity as it was.

"- Look at that, Shad. Like eating up."

Rugis really didn't ask Shadrapt for anything more. As a matter of course, place the Devil's Sword on your shoulder - and start the crash.

From altitude over the mountain, let him slash his cheek and he fell. Shadrapt shrugged unintentionally as he saw it.

"- I'll remember your name."

A large dragon's wing blinked as he slashed the wind to reply. I didn't even think that the great demon ahead of me would suffer defeat from the demon.

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The crash from far above has just the shock that if you distract yourself, you're going to be out of your mind. The pressure exerted by wind and gravity entangles hands and feet and is worse yet than it is in the water.

You can't imitate whatever you want, unless you're a winged species. The sky is not yet a human realm.

When it comes to what a human being thrown out into the sky can do, it's just to be tormented and beaten to the ground.

But only the presence of a demon was no different anywhere on this continent. Whatever it is, they are no longer disasters, they are not living beings.

While in the hollow, Rugis slashes and breaks the wind pressure and waves the Devil's Sword. The Devil's Sword did not leave Rugis' hands to suck, and he drew the orbit as his will wished.

No matter how violent and unscrupulous the track that is. The Devil's Sword affirms him and builds a theory to form him. It's like saying that's what you do.

"Oh, you're welcome."

Rugis whines as he takes the wind all over his body and clenches it in his mouth. The Devil's Sword jumped gently to snort.

The Obsidian dragon only woke up yet. I don't have enough magic to move my whole body.

But the squire to protect it had already refrained there.

Amber eyes, glossy shaped doll. The gear Rabour was there while transforming both feet into the demonic legs of the blade itself.

Even though I'm not saying I expected an assassin from above. It appeared to Rugis that his lips moved slightly. I guess he's talking about something in all his tones.

Rabul's attitude was complete and he was ready to intercept this one. Shooting down a falling object is tantamount to a prank for her.

But for Rugis, her presence is no longer in sight. It is not she who should be slashed off, but the one whom she serves. That will never change.

The ground is far away. In the midst of both the Great Devil and Labur still visible only in the distance, Rugis grabs the Devil's Sword with all his efforts in both hands. The poisonous hue echoed and moved. Purple electricity leaks out magic and draws lines.

There was no sound. However, as a matter of course, the Devil's Sword waved like a headstand. The wind rips its own torso and creates its passage.

Rabul's eyes were open.

- For a moment, the flash scattered. The Devil's Sword bites through the hollow and spits out blood.

Meanwhile, the giant body of the great demon Vrilligant fought to give him a whimper. The scale has no scratches whatsoever, and there is nowhere to distort it in its beautiful appearance.

But the gear Labours understood. The magic that should have started to pour all over its body has a slight twist on it. It's a sign of wounds. So where are you?

It was easy. He didn't touch the strong outer shell, but killed the distance and scratched the demon from the inside.

Rabul looked familiar with the magic trick. There was once a demon who killed the distance and showed it by slaughtering everything into sight.

- Rabul understood everything. And judge. This is not a very good thing.

Exhalation leaks from Laboul's lips at the same time as the demon leg is folded. There was a glimmer of inertia in having to cut that demon off here and now. Most of all, she didn't even know to call it untrained.

After a moment of breathing, the demonic legs brutally penetrate and scrape the ground, flying through the universe. Running through the sky as if it were a species with wings, the demon legs are stretched if you don't decide on the enemy's heart. Rabul itself was the unleashed beast itself.

That's how the devil's sword and legs intersect. The spark was illuminating the universe, cutting off a limited moment until it fell.

for a fraction of a second. They did say the words.

"Rugis the Demon. Thank you for your cooperation so far. Let's hope you withdraw immediately."

"- Rabul the Demon. You know, if you're gonna snort right now, you're not gonna be like this."

Demons and demons engage each other and sharpen each other. The roar of the great demon Vrilligant was looming right beside him.