A Wish to Grab Happiness

Sleeping stories that everyone hears as a child. I will always know the story from my parents, from my brothers, from the adults around me, somewhere.

A long time ago, there was a dragon crowning evil.

The dragon took over a thousand demonic tribes and conquered the continent. His breath turns the earth into burning heat and transforms the air into poison. Even fate was in his hands.

He does everything he can to be vicious and outrageous. Soon the story of the Great Evil Dragon Vrilligant, whose heart is broken and breathless by the only god, Altius.

All the children listen to the story, and sometimes it startles them, and sometimes they ask their parents, frightened.

So now what happens if that evil dragon is resurrected?

- The answer to that question was about to manifest itself here and now.

Volvato Morning Capital. Soldiers, citizens, even surviving and fleeing warcraft watched it.

A dragon opens his great jaw and stretches his body from Mount Befims. A giant that is far away but clearly visible. And the roar of a dragon in my ear.

Everything recognisable was different. None of this seems to belong in this world. Everyone was just overwhelmed by the sight of moving into sight. Even the Warcraft welcome the King with agitation rather than rejoicing in his return.

The appearance of the great demon Vrilligant is so shocking that it is so vivid and nauseating.

Everyone was thinking back to the stories they heard when they were kids. The myth of a heavenly dragon.

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Dragon braces. Exhale that does not burn it down or destroy it, but just takes its existence away from the enemy and makes it disappear.

If you want to take it directly from the front, you have to be prepared to disappear as it is. That's all the threat.

I wonder how I survive with that in front of me. The gem Agatos was drifting through the universe, leaking a rough exhale. The surrounding gems crawl desperately brilliantly through the blind spots of Vrilligant.

It was the same demon man beside him who was picking up his life.

"No, I see. Cool. Is that the dragon or is that the vrilligant?"

If the fudge and agatos turned their gaze, Rugis said so with his cheeks up against his teeth. I don't know if that's the look I was forced to create, or if it was spoiled naturally by Agatos.

But from the majestic Devil's Sword, he exhales smoke, and his grin is overly demonic. How funny. Handle me. Deal with that monster.

Speaking of which, the moment I put the brace in my sight, I felt like I could hear him.

Agatos opened his mouth to whine.

"So. so you did something... thank goodness. So what's that grin? You're saying I thought of a plan to get away with it? Or you don't care that you're going to turn awake Vrilligant on your enemies. Well, if you're that stupid, it's easier said than done."

Obvious Agatos sarcasm and words of renunciation. Her voice was the one that included room, but she raised her regrets as she bit the edge of her lips.

The rescue of the fialert she was aiming for was conditional on Vrilligant being un-awakened. Otherwise, there's no way we can do anything to determine the monster's heart.

The only thing that can be done is to withdraw. I can no longer even bear in mind about the gear labour.

Regret is a lie if you say there is no humiliation. Totally undeserved gemstone himself is forced to congratulate and defeat without even achieving his purpose. But they're too bad.

Rugis responded lightly to Agatos' thoughtful words.

"No, no, that's awesome. The evil dragon I heard in the bedtime story stays the same. Your chest is jumping - so how do you kill it? Agatos."

To admire. Now, Rugis spoke the words so that he could bite them off. That was like a child with a mountain of treasure in his eyes

A moment of fright, and that's how the next thing to come is anger at shallow. Agatos pointed his lips to spit out the fierce emotions that swirled all over his chest as they were.

You don't know anything.

How tough that evil dragon is, how little enemies he has, how much he has reigned. Try the Great Devil, he is never a threat with the Devil. I would only feel to such an extent that I am just stronger than the others.

"I told you. If you're the one who dies just because you're slaughtering them, I've killed them hundreds of millions of times. How are you going to fight without me when all you have to do is crawl around the ground? Even his neck won't get a blade!

"I wish you'd let me float, okay? Besides, Agatos, there's never a guy in this world who can't kill you. I can kill any guy."

What's the certainty, all of it? Compared to the other guy, this one is a little bit the same as a big bug.

Whether it's Vrilligant or not, Altia killed him once, so I can't say I can't kill him. But we can't say we can do it ourselves.

I'm just saying that Altia was more of a monster than that, just like Vrilligant is a monster. Never did the weak strike over the powerful.

From the regulating of the world, it is impossible for the weak to beat the strong.

But Rugis hears it and says it.

"If it is impossible if it is equivalent to cooking, then if it is antiphysiological, then it is not impossible - first and foremost. Agatos, where are you going to run from here?"

To the words, Agatos felt unwittingly struck in the heart. Cold sweat propagates through my cheeks.

If you do run away from Vrilligant, you have to go down to a similar strong man next. In other words, the Spirit God who remains insane, or the Great Spirit who lives only in the Elf Forest. But either way, it's far from full season.

Is it any better than Vrilligant, who has now drank his heart out? Just a little bit and it might just end up at the end of the day, just keeping running away.

"Agatos, I know very well. A convenient tomorrow will never come. There's only one today, only today. Look, I'll kill that dragon here. This is gonna be a great day."

Should we call it force, or momentum? Unexpectedly Agatos opened his eyes like a breathtaking gem.

Apparently, Rugis is starting to grab a corner of that memory. Now he's close to what he once was. Something may have happened to the gear.

Agatos thought. I guess this is why Fialert lets this guy in. A strong self and will that can also be considered a curse. Fever and words that just tilt the hearts of others.

For a moment, Agatos felt like he could hold onto the area around his chest. Are you sure you can kill him? If it is this man. Can it be done?

Agatos naturally placed his fingertips on his mouth. If you wanted to help Fialert, surely now is the only time. The more time passes, the more she transforms into the heart itself. Then she won't be her anymore.

Then it's only now that we start driving, the last chance.

I gently leaked my exhale. Agatos makes the gems more brilliant and increases their number. And I stretched my neck. A dragon's jaw above the sky.

Ask Reu in the chest.

'I'm sorry, but you can't handle it.' Cause that's what's crazy about dying. '

'Even if I can't, don't you? Yes, for Lady Fialert and Lady Rugis.'

As if smiling bitterly, Reu responded. That attitude didn't bother Agatos, but I didn't argue.

This is for the beautiful beings who like it in this continent. Ugly is everything to Agatos. They are beautiful and that dragon is ugly.

What? It was easy. The answers were all decided from the beginning. With his lips pointy, Agatos says.

"I'll kill him if you die. So you do the same."

"Okay. When you can abandon me and kill him, do it."

Two demons overlapped each other's wars. A mighty evil dragon was roaring.

A wonderful day has begun.