A Wish to Grab Happiness

- What a selfish person you really are, don't look over there, and stupid.

Fialert squeaked so unexpectedly in the back of her chest as she rocked her black eyes. Let him lose consciousness from his body, and lift up Rugis, who fell into the garden, with Kalia. I guess I no longer have the slightest power in me. Rugis' body is very heavy. The limbs were shaken by the universe as if relaxed.

But for a fialert, that was a comforting weight.

Really, if it wasn't for this time, he wouldn't hang on to himself. Sometimes I just try to step out on my own legs as if I feel guilty about hanging someone else. Usually, you never make yourself feel the weight of that body. That's why the weight of Rugis, which I can feel now, was oddly comfortable for Fialert.

"What do you say, mage? - No, fialert, can you knit this fool's body in?"

"Yeah, Kalia. Of course - hang the whole spirit."

Fool. The words Kalia leaked from nature and lips are oddly no different from the thoughts Fialert had about Rugis. So much so that I want to snort that you're exactly right.

He relies on us and shows us how dangerous he is, but in the end he chooses his scariest path. I accidentally put my hands on those cheeks. Several small wounds have left marks on the cheeks, and even blood has been lost from their complexion. I see. I must have lost a lot of blood. That's not all, shoulders and left arms showing big lacerations will no longer be useless as they are. Perhaps when he crashed from the second floor to the beast of flesh, he must have raised his whole body bones as well.

Really, what, stupid people. Oh, my God, haters. Crawl your hands on your cheeks to the heart of Rugis and place your hands directly against his skin.

I'm glad he relied on himself this time, his chest bounces and his cheeks unwittingly loose. That's all the facts make me want to snuggle up on him.

But in the end, Rugis doesn't always tell me to hurt us. I would never ask you to bear the price together.

Awful, that's a terrible thing. If you say you are one of us, if you are one of us, then you are obliged to do all that pain, wound, and suffering together. I have a right. That makes Rugis all alone. As I say if I am hurt and suffer and it will all be over, then I won't mind.

Oh, I even think it would be lovely if it was the wound you gave me. Even I feel proud of these breasts. Really, really bad guy, Rugis is. Fialert's black hair shakes through the darkness at night.

He pushes the hand that crawled into his chest into the flesh and builds the demonic technique. The back of my brain reminds me of what used to happen. The underground temple of the crest, when I used the magic of the sword to cast him. There is no such thing as a chest-wrapped experience in a fialert. Let's show it here once and for all. Let's recreate the sight of that day once and for all. What's so simple? That's what magic is all about.

The truth is, the magic crucible that was supposed to be dedicated to Rugis and his help. Still, a thin green pillar illuminates the streets of Belfein. Let's get all of this straight into fixing Rugis. Let's put everything on braiding his body.

It can't be a shame. Originally, this magic was meant to be dedicated to Rugis, without any spare effort, to refine his body here again.

That's what I can do as his companion. Fialert raises an eyebrow and thinks so as she ripples her lips. Unknowingly the gaze turned to Kalia beside him for a moment.

Karia is a strong man. I'm sure her strength strengthens Rugis as well. The way of that spirit and the force will be that the presence of a refined soul will undoubtedly help lift Rugis. That's something I can't do.

There is no way he can be strengthened by being as weak in spirit and soul as he is, and being able to rely on him in that way. Every time I get caught up in that thought, Fialert feels painful so his chest can be tightened. Fialert understood that it would make an ugly appearance on him.

So it is. On the side of witchcraft, no, in the world of demons, I am not willing to take lag against anyone. Otherwise, I lose my right to be beside Rugis. You will let go of the happiness of being together.

That's all I can't tolerate. Whatever it is, never.

Then let me instill all my talents in my demons. With all the means at your disposal, let's help Rugis.

Distorted. If you're asked if this thought is healthy, you can't honestly snort. I have understood a long time ago that the emotions that swirl around my chest are somewhere distorted.

Still, I reach out because I can't let go of that thought and I don't want to lose it. Instead of being rare to something, instead of praying. This hand, before, before.

The fingertips of the fialert glow green. Intense, swarms of magic. The presence of a demon that should not have been willed begins to open his eyes, ordered by Fialert.

Rugis' wound is too deep. Then let's use magic as an alternative to blood vessels. The muscles are no longer joined together. Then let's braid the flesh with a thread of magic. The nerves are a thousand broken. There are no longer even signs of a connection. Then let's create a new organ.

It was as if I was even dreaming. A magical ceremony that is far more advanced than the restoration work once carried out in the underground temple and should not have been possible. Magic theory of dreams themselves. An act of disloyalty as if it were creating man himself.

Whenever they float behind the brain of a fialert and are written on cranial parchment, fingertips are put into immediate practice.

As a magician, I have no more pleasure. As a fialert individual, there is no more joy in refining Rugis with his own hands.

Saved by Belfein, magic. A mass of magic that could evaporate one city. We're pouring the meat into the beast, but let's pour all the rest into his restoration. The green on hand of the fialert becomes darker and denser.

Fialert heard a distorted sound rang in the back of his ear. Terribly disloyal, disturbing spirits, sound. The cheeks of the fialert swayed unexpectedly.

It must have scarred my soul, the sound. I don't understand reason or cause, but, oh, that's what it is, nature and fialert nodded deep in his chest.

Fialert understands that he has now made things irrevocable. But even that, it's comfortable somewhere now. Fialert even remembered to rest that he was finally able to hurt one thing for him.

Thus, no longer did the magic of the fialert also learn to deplete, and the whole body of Rugis was woven with magic, at that moment.

- The silver flash ran through the universe, on the edge of my eyes, I could see. That's the flash the size of a needle.