A Wish to Grab Happiness

Demon, the gear Labur swings through the bronze demon legs three times in a breath. The martial arts ran out of vivid words. The supreme blade that pours down almost simultaneously, not a triple strike.

I could say that every one of them was a fatal gesture. It's not behaving in the dark clouds either, everything is aimed precisely at the steeple.

Rabul was hollow and made to dance a magnificent dance. She is exactly the actor who rose to the stage. Perform dance moves along determined paths, as set out in the script.

That's all good, that's all the world keeps fitting under her legs.

That's it, unless the other person is the one who was placed outside the script.

An encountered demon rattles his teeth small. A demon sword placed on his shoulder was forced down without waiting for a blink.

- Moment after moment, a vibrant demon ran. The sound is no longer allowed to follow, only the light is visible.

What happened next is a different word. Triple flashes of light were just a sight to be shaken off by a single blast. Too unscrupulous. Humanity stepped over a long time ago and is difficult to swallow as a magic trick.

But Rabul took only the facts without distorting his shaped face.

Apparently, modus operandi doesn't make sense to the demon Rugis. He jumped three shots, just killing the distance at the same time.

I don't know, by reason. But I don't. It is possible to simultaneously converge under one's blade by causing each of them to lose its own distance against multiple attacks.

But I'm sure it's hard to believe, though. There is great isolation between what can be done and what can be done. I didn't think he would be able to make a precise move that would only form that kind of magic until the other day.

The gaze of Furi and Rabul turned to the Devil's Sword that tangled with him. Is it true that the heartbeat of the human hero Altia underpins the will of Rugis?

Rabul and Rugis, both magic moves clash, causing the response to widen its interval. It was at the same time that I laid my feet on the earth.

"Let's not do this, Rabul. Vrilligant will not be the original Lord to you. Where do I need to do my best?"

Rabul's eyelashes rose slightly to Rugis' mildly floating words. There was no emotion there, but there was an instant patrol of how Rugis' words should be handled and taken.

"Immediately, I deny it. The only thing I follow is always the right fate. I understand this is the rule, Rugis."

There was no disturbance or distortion in the unleashed words of Rabul. She doesn't utter falsehoods.

So she believes that it is all in accordance with the law that Rugis' destiny was corrected, that Fialert-la-Borgograd was turned into a heart, and that Vriligant appeared in the earth again in that way.

Then there is no way to overshadow it.

"You are the one who is right in your immediate actions. You just keep swinging by the curse."

"That's horrible. I don't remember a curse."

A straight lip keeps moving like a doll. With his demonic legs standing, Rabul was just moving his mouth. Rugis turns a blind eye to his appearance.

"If you are under the right fate, you have done one evil. That's the curse, but I remember suffering for it - Rugis. Justice has scorned you, and goodwill has spit on you. Who rewarded you? Who respected you? Don't you think we should turn them down immediately?"

Rabul's stiff eyes felt that there was now one light on the fire. She doesn't even know what that is. No, Rabul didn't even know what he was talking about. There's nothing to tell Rugis. There shouldn't be any more. His fate was already corrected in his own hands.

But as it was overflowing, it became a word from Rabul's mouth, and it came out zero.

"You once had nothing. Without the love of God, we have not earned the proclamation of destiny. Besides, no matter how much you shred yourself, the world gave you nothing."

But then, he went on to say that. When would it have been a shake to utter words so long?

"But as soon as you get something, the world will admire you and make you carry everything. Nobody knows I once whipped you. Instant understanding, Rugis - the world is full of ugliness. You have the right to earnest revenge!

At this time, for the first time, Rabul learned that a value of beauty and ugliness had arisen in himself. When I caught a glimpse of Rugis' fate and life, it might have already poured into her.

Regardless of Laboure, I know that my memories of my former days have been lost from him now. Still, it wasn't cut out of my soul.

That's why Rabul ran out of words. It was as if a toddler who remembered the words was even desperately trying to speak his own thoughts.

"- Then let's take vengeance, Rugis. You have the right to destroy everything. The Lord Vrilligant wants hatred that will not burn away."

Rabul offers his hand and says: Those eyes had a sincere eye as usual. There is no falsehood whatsoever, just telling the truth.

Vengeance. So he shrugged, and Rugis tapped his own shoulder lightly with his demon sword and narrowed his eyes. Open your mouth as you look far away for a moment.

"It's not like I don't know what you're talking about. I remember you, too. I'm sure I thought I had the same thing you said once."

Revenge is at what time. 'Cause it's great without a multiplier. That's what Rugis' cheek said, seemed to chew something up.

Look at that, Rabul, take a step forward. But Rugis opened his palm so that he could push her away.

"- Aside from that, there was just something I wanted to be. Rabul. You're right, I'm just a villain. But there's something I admire about villains, too. Living for that will save you."

If this is a curse, I will remain cursed until I die. That's all I said, Rugis pulled the demon sword he put on his shoulder again. You may say that you have shown the will to fight.

Rabul didn't know and noticed he was biting his lips. Ask as you stick your demon legs to the ground.

"Even if it was impossible? Answer now."

"As long as you will, there is no word for impossibility. At least for me."

Finish the questioning and move each other back into a state of battle.

That, it was a moment. White polar light pierces the front of Rabour's eyes. And it poured out as if it were rain, not one bottle or anything like that.

- Demon Agatos' Gemstone Extreme Light.

Rabul drew a semicircle with his demonic legs reflexively. Even so, the extreme light cannot be cut off. Jump off the spot so you can pay off.

But after I jumped, I realized it was a mistake. Chills pierce Rabul's spine.

A line of black scarlet rushes through towards the hollow jumped Labur. It no longer makes sense to ask what it is. To be blown away by a giant sword, Laboul was struck to the ground after being stirred.

One arm complains of pain as if it was lost. Apparently, with a moment of interaction now, we were losing its functionality.

"Hmm, will you die in this one? A demon is still a tough thing."

A sharp voice that pierces the space itself. A wavelength of magic reminiscent of a giant. Rabul sees the wounds as they repair them.

She was there, gently wielding the great blackscarlet sword, like the manifestation of the demon itself.

"- Rabul the Demon. You've done quite a favor with my stuff. Don't you think sin should be extinguished by punishment"

The word does not ask for an answer. Self-completing everywhere. All she had in mind was to snap Rabul's neck.

Rabul says, shaking up his demon legs.

"- I have sinned. I don't remember any shards. Immediately, understand. You must look back on your deeds."

Karia flashed her silver hair and held her cheeks up. That's what the silence said, that there are no more words.