I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

Its presence, which retains memories of endless times while still continuing to play on the same earth, shows no signs of breaking the spirit even though it knows what the destination is. So is it him or is it him because he is?

It seems that having qualities that do not require a clear reason leads to longevity. There were two “men” who made me think that, calm down on the earth, drinking across the street.

"Pachyva... no, should I have called you Partheus?

and.

The man on his way to the casual inquiry shook his head.

'I don't care about names or anything. Especially between me and you. "

To the smell of liquor for the first time in a long time, the man who said it brought Sung and his nose closer together.

"Really? I thought you changed your mind because you called me" my you. "

'Oh, that's... I've been with her forever. The one where the scumbag moved. "

"Was Ediana bored?

'No, not so much. In the first place, if you didn't like it, you'd only be admonished to the point of a thousand cuts, wouldn't you?

"Did you notice?"

'It's obvious. What do you think I am? "

That's how the conversation breaks off with nature, and the two pour alcohol into the back of their throats at the same time.

"When's it been?

"Come on? It's been about 3,000 years?

"That's a strange calculation. Surely the last time I saw you was when I left you with Elle."

'I can't help but know something when they say that. If you stay underground for days, the feeling of the day will disappear quickly. So I don't remember how many years have passed since then, and I didn't have to. You don't even know what time it is after you come out.'

At the end of the day, for some reason, a man with milk and brown (milk tea) hair spoke a different story as he poured the amber liquor to the man who said, "How did it come?"

"By the way, are you pretending to be a beast in front of a bell?

That's what he asks, and the man who flushed his dark hair down to the position where both eyes hide, just says it's out of his heart, and he takes the bottle off his mouth and says it back.

"My nature is the beast." I want to be a nuco and live at will... Why should I bother to humanize you in front of my daughter? "

Tilt his neck in an atmosphere of 'I don't know' from the bottom of his mind. As such, the man who asked returned the words, "Sure if you say so," and laughed small.

This dark-haired man---though the beast is more on the side than it was at the birth of a milk-tea beauty. That means that the difference in existential significance is that "demonic" is so close to him by jumping over the Five Dukes because he has taken just the same amount of time to take in demons.

The strength of the demonic species is, in a way, like the difference in demonic temper that has taken in until then. I don't actually have that organ, but it would be easy to imagine if you thought you had that crystal in your body. The captured demonic chi becomes crystal and accumulates, meaning that its purity and size become strong. In the lower part of the pyramid the replacement is fierce, but the more upper--that is, the standing of the five princes will never be replaced, simply because of their old existence, which was born into this world after the outbreak of their king.

So I wonder about the upward and downward relationship between the Black Beast, which was raw at the same time as the Kingslayer, and the Five Dukes, who were born afterwards, but it is still an atmosphere left obscure among them. Subtracting the relatively calm (cool) El Fione and Il Cuore, it's not that he's not with the bloody Five Kings, especially because the Black Beast hates those struggles more than just demonic species. This Passiva rarely looks like a person in the first place, and if there is at least a little disturbing air on the spot, he shakes his tail and leaves shitty.

"In the first place."

Say it, tilt the bottle again.

"When I ran into you on some field, I thought you weren't willing to make contact because you wouldn't even talk to me."

"Oh, that was simply because I saw your sign, so I went to check. From what I've seen, he was the daughter of a human being. Maybe there's something going on, I did it with care."

Even if the man tells me that he “cared” and so on, the beast can't accept it honestly.

but there is nothing that would bother me if it were true or false.

I decided to listen, and this time I could see the next liquor coming to my current existence, which also fitted into a beautiful vessel.

The man instantly understands such an old familiar demand and sneaks his own hand into the inky bag.

The liquor, taken out in a smooth motion, was from the old days.

When he saw the distinctive shaped bottle and the label on his torso, the dark-haired man shimmered his invisible eyes hidden in his forehead and muttered to himself, 'I thought I couldn't drink anymore'. And praise the milk tea man for 'You're a carefree guy'.

This is how insignificant he is, and he wants to hear from my mouth how “she” feels about the old days bottles he especially liked, without hesitation. That much knowledge works Passiva spins the word with a hit while drinking in a good mood.

"That girl understands the story," "It's a subordinate covenant, but there's little to tie her up," "If only I could protect her from the monsters, she'd set me free later."

and so on, with a serious face as we speak: "I only have 63 luck values. Yes, but I heard you are unusually lucky when it comes to death. Do you have any idea what caused this?" For being questioned, the beast thinks a little. Think about it, speaking of which, I remember.

'It's just the second time. I guess it was after I met you. It's been a long time since I've seen a woman with special skills like "Eye of Disaster”. You were walking beside me fine then. I remember being impressed. I didn't know I could stand the unlucks that often get off. I thought it might be a skill close to "super luck” that is rarely expressed to the brave, but I don't think it feels any different. It's a special skill I've never seen or heard of before. Or maybe -- maybe it's a blessing with the deep breath of the gods.'

"…" The Eye of Disaster "is even a skill. What is brought about by the array is an unluck to the extent that it can be done with sufficient strength, but it is hard to believe that the child of a Level 15 person has it. Brave men's positions are rarely expressed in women, but in these times“ super luck ”has already been pulled off by the brave men of the west. I've never seen or heard of a special skill that has never occurred and is remarkably unique."

That sounds more interesting than I thought.

Slightly loosening his mouth, Beautiful continued like a solitary.

I guess he didn't touch the last “gift” story because he himself sees the muscle as thin.

What the hell are my daughter's special skills like?

On the side of the man I started thinking about, the man who was the beast was Pottori.

"Well, I don't care."

And whispered disinterested.

And when I zero my breath with F, I regain my original appearance just because I'm tired of what people look like.

Now let me snort to the sky.

"It's gonna rain."

I told the man.

"I feel a distortion of the demonic mind a little further away. It doesn't look like normal rain. '

To add, the man seemed to have brought his consciousness back here from the world of thought.

"Let's move to the city of the high ground (Elise). If you catch a cold, it's tough."

Unexpectedly, the beast said, "You don't look like a man with a cold," and said that the subject was his own master at the inch. I scratched my head troublesome at the confusion of such a man who said and acted unlike

Finish the end of the fire. Grab your luggage and hold up your daughter's body lying right on your side.

A while ago, a guy who told me that he was a "tie not to use” in front of a human (human) going to death sidelines activating the magic of space travel lightly, and the Warcraft looks even more troublesome to look away from.

You can even accept carelessness depending on what you look like, familiar with the old days.

"Do you want to come later?

Ask.

Sifting, he shook his neck sideways, confirming the appearance of the warcraft that had mounted on top of his own formation, and the man smiled all the time.

"I hate getting wet"

And I say a word back to the dialogue of the beast that I really hear excuses.

Once again confirming the signs of no one watching, the milky tea sturdy quietly followed the scene.

Slightly, the potpourri and rain fell on the place where they were sitting down, creating a great stain, gradually overlapping the traces of strong, sparsely stained small grains. How long has the sky turned into heavy rain, covered in black clouds, brewing a slight sign of misfortune around.

The party, led by the brave brunette, proceeded towards the West as before, reaching a small village by the time a man with a daughter and a black beast crept through the gates of the nearby city (Eli-Z).

For the first time in a long time, the light young man feels the physical distance between Bell and the brave man open with his skin "as usual” while in a distant land, standing up with an uninhabited grin.

"Is it time to get ready to move"

Yes, everything is irreplaceable, for that childhood love.

The rising young man narrowed his vine-colored eyes and looked at the sky as a lot of things moved next to you sleeping smoothly.