A Wish to Grab Happiness

"I'm worried about the fia alert right now. My chest is going to be torn up even now. Without your eyes, you might even have been disturbed. So I want to tell you something. If anything happens to him that's harming Fialert, I'm hostile to him."

Kalia Birdnick twisted her eyebrows at the words as she looked at her own white fingers in that space where the pompous lights just lit up her surroundings in the dim underground temple.

Funny thing. No, rather is this normal? But I can't understand my own mood.

Hert Stanley. He is undoubtedly a man of righteousness, and the word cages sincerity. If you can trust me or not, you can probably trust me.

But we met a few days ago. Rather, this is the first place I have exchanged words in earnest. But why? Why not? I wonder why it seems so, even as if his words are correct. The moment Rugis' guy said he was doing harm to Fialert La Borgograd, as if it were true, his brain nearly made a decision.

"... that's not about asking questions right now. Then I'll make the necessary amputation."

"Let's hope those sincere words are legitimate"

While it was the word he uttered, Karia pioneered in the ugliness of its contents. Make the necessary cuts when necessary.

What an escape. Is he not the likeness of the most hateful, obscure, deluded, and petten? It's still weird. This thought isn't serious anywhere right now. I can be so sure. But why? I don't know why.

Rugis, he can't be as good as Hert says. Doing evil with a cool face, while floating. It would be fine to deceive people. Hert put it into words that it can't even be described as spicy, but from Kalia, who went through a short but strangely intense relationship, he definitely falls into the spicy category. I don't choose the means for the purpose, that's who I am.

Oh, then again. Is Hert Stanley right?

Not only intuition, but conjecture also gave me that look. If so, then you should follow the right thing.

"What's up, Mr. Kalia?

Well, I guess that's why I thought about it. My legs stopped naturally as I leaned down. On the cobblestone, shadows illuminated by slight lights sway.

If it's nothing, respond that way. I tried to go on with the words. You're right. Naturally, you should do the right thing. Despite the few lights, the presence of the helt only adds heat. Sun-like cleanliness and its light that illuminates the truth. Oh, I see. Again, that's right.

From a leaning state, something moved at the edge of his eyes for a moment as Karia tried to raise her face.

It's a shadow. The shadow remained in Kalia's eyes shaking, moving, and shaping against the light.

- What a lovely thing it is to lean back on the words of God's spoiled recipient.

It's a shadow. It's a shadow talking. I can understand that word is ringing in my ear.

Impossible enough, Kalia blinked her pussy and eyes and quickly swallowed the words out at the same time as her breath.

- So, as far as I can tell, it's good, Karia Birdnick. As a domesticated sheep blindly follow the shepherd and fall straight under the cliff. I don't think about it, I don't question anything.

The word is really rough, like a storm. It's as if they're performing a lousy play right in front of you. My body doesn't move like it's frozen, and I can't even shake my throat.

But I can't accept its contents. Unexpectedly, Karia's back teeth rang, which were not supposed to move.

- Exactly. That would be bliss. Drown, drown. Come on, let's get rid of reason and stuff!

Shut up. The words didn't come out of my throat, my mouth just shivered slightly.

Karia's body is burning like poisoned from the tip of her hair to her toenails. The chest exuds boiling bubbles, and the look on its face can float as long as it can move.

But undoubtedly its silver eyes are brilliant with burning rage. Oh, yeah. What do you mean? Crap. Oh, crap.

It's great to be right. With which mouth do you utter the word, and with which head do you think of the idea? Breaking the ban on guilds and walking into the woods of Oki. As a cavalier class, I've lived an extra life.

Unexpectedly, such a mockery floated in Kalia's brain, laughing at everything in the world.

- Who do you think I am? I even trampled down the house with the lawlessness, Kalia. Stupid Kalia.

As he stared into the shadows and returned his words, Karia emitted in his heart.

Karia flaunts her shoulders gently. Wonder, my body was already moving. Nor does the shadow try to utter words already. Was it an illusion, a truth, a word that a shadow uttered? I don't know that anymore.

No means are chosen for the outcome. Naturally. Neither did I. Correct it suddenly and twist it.

and. Isn't that what tramples on your self-esteem?

"... oh no, I've made up my mind. If Rugis had committed an offence, it would have been."

Staring at Kalia with her legs stopped, returning that word to Hert. Its existence is still divine and emits undisputed heat.

"Yeah. Now contractually, Fialert can't get his hands on him. Whatever's going on, I don't think that's weird. If so, then I have to take responsibility for it. I don't want to hold you responsible for not being able to stop the fia alert."

"Right."

I see you're right. Excellent. I even feel joy. Karia moved her body again, making her silver hair, her chamber, jump, her lower back sword, rock.

"Then I'm sorry, but I can't go along with it. I don't know what you think, but he saved my life and defended my honor."

Fighting the Great Warcraft. Questions at Fort Coryden. And an escape from the Birdnicks.

None of this was just lawless. Really, if he had no choice, Karia would smile like that, seeing something smiling.

That's an elegant grin that soothes those who watch. It was sunny and a grin that made me feel warm.

Yeah, if that's not what Kalia floats through with her silver long sword, no doubt about it.

"I decide what's right for me. He's the one who led me here. And I'm the one who decided to take that hand. If so, the choice is already made - me and him, we're one of them."

My heart bounced. Karia falls into that feeling. Oh, I see, this is maybe, I think of him, that's the mood. It even looks like a heavy shackle has been removed. But it can't be represented by romance, love, color, etc. That's why I say so with my people.

In a dark, yet bleak underground passage. Karia, who pulled out a silver long sword, and Hert, who opened her eyes and gave her a stunned look, were quietly confronted.