A Wish to Grab Happiness

Silver eyes are paralyzed by agitation and hair tilts. A silver hair hanging from the universe was casting a shadow on Kalia's cheek. Her gaze is just directed at the gear just waiting to be destroyed.

"The word that it's already late is a coward's word. I don't know what you're talking about, but it's nondescript language."

With that said, Kalia couldn't take her gaze off Laboul. Finally, a hot exhale comes up my throat.

On the other hand, Rabul was no longer himself waiting for the death of his flesh, but even showed an odd calm. Amber eyes gently relax.

"Heh, heh... there's no such thing as a coward..."

Rabul was no longer surprised that he gave him a slight laugh. I was taking that as natural.

Rabour already knows what to call the slightest fire lighting that dwells around his heart. My lips ripped.

"He... looked. So I have him now...... Ironic, huh? Karia."

Yes, Rugis once met one of his destinies. That's why I have him now. And because of him, I've learned one emotion now. What is this without sarcasm?

Rabul laughed. It's not ridicule, it's not self-ridicule, it's exaltation.

Karia waves up the black scarlet, surprisingly distorting her eyes. Rabour found out that was his destiny.

I don't mind. My gear started spinning anymore. It can no longer be retained by anyone. Because it is in him.

Both Vrilligant's resurrection and his presence all come to its end with the gear moving.

"Let's give you some advice... Kalia... Birdnick"

The machine doll named Rabul spoke of the name that Kalia no longer abandoned. The expression is full of heartfelt relief and a smile of mercy. Like loving everything in this world, Rabour said.

"Only... humans can save him. Demonization is... not capable of saving someone... destiny. Give up, give up, give up."

Laboul knew that black scarlet would spread over a glass of vision. I didn't see the look on Kalia's face.

But now I can imagine what Karia looks like in Laboul. I'm sure she'll kill herself while biting her lips.

Rabul closed his eyelid, which was only one. In the middle of a moment without a second, I think.

I'm just a mechanism for turning the theatre around well. The role was well played. Nothing more.

However, as Vrilligant's roar pierced his ear, I thought of him behind his lid. Shaken by his emotions, Rabour hung his finger only on his gear for a moment.

- Emotions are too loving and crazy. I resent you, Ouffle.

The moment he whined to his opponent, who was once human and was thus of his kind, Laboure's skull was crushed. The body of the devil crowned with gear had been destroyed by giants by the time it was skinless.

The silver-haired giant, despite being the winner, grieved his cheeks and distorted his eyes as he bit his lips.

"... you idiot. You big fool. No fate, that's the word I hate the most about him. You idiot."

Kalia said, as if to spit it out, as if to be zero corrupt. That even seemed to tell itself.

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Does myth say this? I bit my back teeth, thinking such a nagging thing in my head. That's all the blood seeps out.

I don't think so. In front of you is a dragon of demons as huge as you look up. This one is just a Jewel Demon reinforcement on one sword. My battle power difference is overwhelming.

The left flank where the roar just plundered is so funny that it drips blood, and I can't see about half my left eye. There was no longer time for pain, only paralysis was happening.

But you're still lucky. Had it not been for Agatos' jewels, I would have blown my whole body by now.

"- So, you're still alive? She's alive, isn't she? That's all you slapped at me. If he's dead, he'll feed his dog. True. So, maybe it's time for a bug breath. Of course, it wasn't Vrilligant, it was us."

Agatos' voice sounds loud in his ear.

I guess I'm delivering a voice to this side through some gems. There was a blur a few times, but the point is, he just wanted to hit me with stupidity.

Oh, my God, you still have plenty of room for information.

Grab the Devil's Sword with both hands and narrow your gaze. Far away, I could see the real sun trying to loose itself in the mountains. Twilight is covering the earth.

"That's not true, Agatos. God is the only one who can do what he wants. We just have to do what we can."

If you say it in that sense, should you inherently be subordinate to Vrilligant or withdraw as a demon?

The devil will never prevail over the great devil. That's what cooking is all about.

- But if cooking is absolute, what do they call what they've accomplished?

Mastigious, the soldiers, the humans. In the face of a disastrous demon, and victorious. I turn you down as a victory.

With their own wit and bravery, they made the disastrous demon their own enemy. How difficult and great it is. Humans are no longer demonic livestock.

Next time, I have to learn from them. Besides, they called me a hero. Then I should be their hero. I have a duty to do so.

Drive your ankles, turn your hips, release your wrists and wave down the Devil's Sword. Moments, distance took his life without sound, and he ate the meat of Vrilligant as it was.

Slash only its periphery while avoiding a position of the heart. Several slaughters. I had a definite taste and a real sense of choosing flesh. Undisputed, his gut is wounded.

But retaliation came shortly after. That's what hating dragons was all about.

- Booms that can no longer be said to be sounds or anything like that. At the same time, looming is an overwhelming presence.

That was a huge pile. Vrilligant's nails crush his rocky skin to the point of powder, leaving the universe unsettled. The hollow could not bear to be shaped again and again. He whimpered.

At the edge of his sight, he saw Agatos' gems raining the hotline. To Vrilligant's eyes, to his throat, to its inverse scales.

But they all make sense only marginally. Even with some scratches, it was never fatal.

Kick the jewels in the air and sit back to escape the roar. But the aim was so precise that it no longer made sense.

The pile strikes directly at the belly. There were signs that my bone, my bone, had been shattered just by the impact of shaking the sky. One nail is big enough to keep the majority of your guts from deciding.

A moment until I was beaten to the ground as it was, even felt forever. I can't breathe, I can't spill blood, I can't break my magic. I saw fluid spit out of my mouth like a fountain.

Is it about the second time you've had a hole in your belly? Where did you open it before?

"... terrible things, you know. Alive, or dead? I'd be happier if you were still alive anyway. What if we do something? Or you don't even have the energy to talk about the rest of the ugliness."

Has my ear gone to waste to hear Agatos' voice plunder? Or is Agatos near the limit as well?

Inhale. Heavy pain ran from fingertips to eyes.

"- Dragons are awesome, Agatos."

That's all I said.

Dragons. Just great, just plain looters. The body itself is a mythical weapon, his primitive. He takes everything away. While I was doing this, I felt the magic sucking up.

So we shouldn't have fought in close proximity. That's close to speeding up death.

Stop breathing, suck on your hands and pass your nerves to the Devil's Sword that won't leave you. And as it was, he stuck it to Vrilligant's nails without breathing.

My whole body lifts up its stiffness and my spine makes me scream. It was only natural that he was stimulating the nails that pierced my body.

But it's much better than dying like this.

The moment I slash and throw away my nails, Agatos' jewels strip me.

Moments, heavy sounds. The place where I was until earlier had been crushed and further ground by the Vrilligant giant.

"Agatos - Hey, Agatos. You hear me, gemstone girl?"

"I hear you. Excuse me. Oh, no, maybe a will or something. That's kind of creepy. I don't want to hear it. A hopeful word would be better anyway. I don't want to hear you cry or be stupid or anything. It's nice of me to say."

As usual, he was a selfish guy. I thought I'd heard these words before.

I said as I distorted my cheeks and tied them up.

"- I get it now. Play Melee. That's the only way to win. Cover me, my eyes are full."

"Good. Sounds like the only thing crazy is your head. Don't worry, it's from the beginning. When I said we were retreating here, I was ready to die."

Forced to pull through the belly nails. My guts are no longer unscrupulous, and my blood and flesh fall from me zero. Still alive would be proof left that I'm no longer a person.

Only magic supports me. If they are lost, they will die as they deserve. Even so, we have to fight that dragon opponent in melee. It sucks.

Why don't you do what you always do? I said with a grin.

"Tell me a joke. I'm normal all the time. It's crazier to run away from a winnable battle. Number one, my enemy is the only one who speaks justice. Not him."

Agatos did not answer that. Only the Devil's Sword was vibrantly shaking the blade in my hand.