A Wish to Grab Happiness

- One more time, just once. Can you ask for sorcery?

Hearing that low voice, Fialert-la-Borgograd accidentally waved his eyelashes. Reflectively, her reason leaks the word.

Impossible, impossible, impotent.

It's just that if it's magic that's normally handled, there's no problem. It will have enough magic too. But the battlefield magic that Fialert is sending out earlier, the only magic that can be used for it, is not left to look anywhere in the body.

My heart speeds up that palpitation and tells me I'm in pain. No, on the contrary, the entire gut is leaking twitching and whimpering as if it could be tightened. If I distract you at all, you're going to sound stuffy.

I had a definite instinct. As a magician, intuition as something that deals with magic. If we do not rest now and deal with battlefield magic again, there will remain indelible flaws in this soul, not only in the gut and flesh.

My soul is not intact already. Once in Belfein, it left irrevocable scars. Scratching there again is like hammering over a hammer.

I don't even have to think about what happens and what happens as a result. Just smash it.

One exhale slips down Fialert's throat. I blinked my eyelids only a few times. Open your lips with pleasure. I shake my tongue while never letting my groaning voice leak into the pain.

"Yeah, of course. You can do everything you can, right?

Try to smile as much as you can, I say. Would it not have been felt, or would the voice not have turned away, by Rugis, who remained forward-facing? Only such anxiety lingered in my chest.

In this state, death cannot be spared if battlefield magic or other methods are used. That's what shatters my soul. I naturally understood that.

Horrible. A rooted fear of death shuts Fialert's throat. On the contrary, if the soul is crushed, its existence will no longer be lost from this world. It's just not the same as welcoming death into your chest, the fear that being itself will be lost. If you stay alert, your fingers will tremble, your magic will scatter, and your eyes will likely even be zero tears.

And yet. Still, I don't mind, I thought. For a moment, Fialert even laughs at herself on her cheek. As they once said at the Borgograd family, there's still something wrong with me.

Life is honorable. That should be money, honor, dignity, love, perseverance, something much heavier than all of them. Now I'm about to throw it out. For him.

From the edge, you must behave in a distracted way. It could even have been mocked that it was a stupid way of life. I am aware that this emotion is so strange. But what makes you make such a stupid decision?

- Easy, that's it. He, Rugis, is his admirer.

He showed me his golden splendor while he was a leader without the same talent as himself. He reached out to me for nothing. And he counted on himself.

Yeah, that's just it. How much that burned my chest. No one else can tell. Does it make you understand? Only this emotion belongs to me. Even if he can't keep up his whole life, I won't let him just throw away this emotion and thought.

And. If here, he lost his life as the basis of his victory. Rugis, for whatever reason, will surely remember me. If you can scratch his life, then that's a great choice.

Were you floated by the heat of the battlefield, or were you moved by the fire of love? I don't know that. But the decision was undoubtedly made by Fialert-la-Borgograd with his own chest. Tears are about to come out of her eyes, she didn't even know what emotions it would have.

A voice leaked from Rugis' lips.

"Fine. Then do only the magic of arrow-paying to yourself and turn to the support of the main force. I'll lend you my horse."

Hearing the words, Fialert accidentally distorted her lips - hey. Wrinkles lean between eyebrows, not caused by the pain inflicted by one's body.

My lips opened naturally.

"I absolutely don't like it. Do you think I'm a user-friendly demon or something?"

Fialert understood that the voice leaking out of her lips had become a terrible sword swallow. It is an objection to the fact that the one determination that was born in me was lightly removed at the hands of Rugis. At the same time, it was to understand that his bad habits made a face.

Absolutely, he's trying to do something dangerous. Rugis' back swayed slightly in front of Fialert.

"What, entering the final assault toward the enemy formation. I guess I'll keep you in the back at that time, it's dangerous. Besides... you're the limit now, Fialert."

Listening to his voice and finding out, Fialert stiffens his face unintentionally to Rugis's words saying so. So much, I closed my lips reflexively wondering if I had voiced that my body was at its limit.

He said that following him would lead to his danger. Yes, when they say it. I can't argue with that. Sure, where I was riding behind a horse that no longer used battlefield magic, it just burdens me. I understand that very well. However,

"But then you should ride the horse."

Shouldn't you be needing to lend yourself a horse? I'm sure you'll do something dangerous. That's why you're trying to keep me away. Fialert lets such concerns be included in his voice, says.

"If you want to join the enemy formation, the commander on the horse will be sniped. The enemy is desperate, too. Then it's easier to live on foot. I don't want to die, either."

That said, Rugis gets off the horse. Fialert stretched her fingers to grab that back by accident, but she has not left enough power to grab her back.

No, we can't let them go here. When Rugis says something like this, it's time to do something bad.

The soul of Fialert speaks out that it should be stopped. Instinct will stretch its fingers and follow its back.

"- Don't worry, if you're anxious, look there, fialert. Heroes need someone to see them and talk to later."

He took that outstretched hand and said so with his cheek broken. That, alone. My throat killed my voice. Strengthens palpitations and makes cheeks hot as if your chest had been tightened.

Fialert understood what was in Rugis' words. His fingers, which are now touching his own hands, have found that there is no longer one tremor.

No, it's not. Even though I know. I'm sure I'll regret it. Even though I've decided to regret accepting his words here.

This must have been Kalia's immediate rejection. If this was Mattia, she must have skipped the hook.

But Fialert kept his black eyes moisturized, he said.

"Rugis. You can run, you're fine. You don't have to be a hero. You're the only one who doesn't carry everything. I'm with you."

Really, that's the only voice I could hear Rugis whine about. Rugis responds with his eyes open for a moment and a slight breakdown in his lips.

"Thanks, that's the best word I've ever heard, Fialert. I'll be right back. That's more than a breath away."