A Wish to Grab Happiness

Spears are good. As long as a spear can take a long distance from its enemies, fear diminishes, and trembling hands and feet still listen.

Besides, if we limit ourselves to protecting, we have to wave like swords. I don't have to aim like a bow.

Just stick it forward and set it up. As long as we have the numbers, that's all the enemies have to stop their legs. If done well, even cavalry assaults that roll over the battlefield will be slaughtered.

Even in this prison bella, that shouldn't be the same. It's enough to just line up the spears, especially if you just don't let the enemies step in from the outside into the back.

At least the guards and guards thought so and stuck a spear at the intruder. Whether the enemy will die or retreat.

- But such battlefield hopes and stereotypes exist because they are defeated by powerful men who outnumber them once and for all.

A long battle axe makes a sound that stirs up fear and cuts off the sky. Several spear tips jumped and at the same time the guard's skull splashed.

Brain pulp crawls out to the floor, causing unpleasant raw odor to drift around.

Continuing, the glimmer, which can only be described as magnificent, swung many times inside the North Tower. So I wondered if the guard's neck had flown, and again, without a breath, the battle axe was carried to the hollow and protruded into a group of people. Blood drinks up and licks the universe.

Serious, and then everywhere. The ideal way to treat a battle axe in accordance with reason. As trained, if you say it's the right model, you're right.

Vestalinu-Guerla's waving battle axe orbit is nowhere near bizarre or unexpected. I'd even say it's kind of simple.

The opposite is true of my sister, Bruder, who prefers to poke at enemy surprises. Even though they're sisters, the nature around them seems different.

But moulds, because they are brilliant, have survived through time to modern times.

How can I most reasonably kill people? How can we quickly disable people? That's all we can think about, and the mould will continue to remain only what is needed to be eliminated as it evolves.

As such, Vestalinu has not once lacked such training.

That is the day when the skin of your hands fell unbroken, the day your skeleton gave you a crease - even after everything in your life had been repainted.

While retrieving the throwing axe, throw it at the enemy's skull. I have used it for a long time. Only two bottles are left.

Vestalinu's long, sliced eyes shine a hellish light, while the warrior stares at his surroundings.

Couple of guards and guards together, a dozen more, no. Will there be a few more? I thought there were oddly few people on the road, but you mean they were used for security here? Fortunately, there are no flying gear in the tower.

Vestallinu frowned slightly, opening her time for a moment to exhale. Don't just motivate the opponent. If this one doesn't break through with constant momentum, it will be crushed in no time.

But it seems the enemy also had someone who understood it.

Opened for a moment, between. Try to sharply aim there, and the spear will be worn.

Among the guards with little or no sense of skill, one of their thrusts feels no shivers on the battlefield. Rather, even the impression of sophistication was remembered by Vestalinu.

The face of a soldier who makes you feel old can even catch a glimpse of history that you must have stepped over several battlefields.

"- Good. Are you the leader of the army?"

Tell me all about it. Vestalinu struck a battle axe. A weighty tip is swung down without making its weight feel as though it were.

The battle axe naturally jumps the tip of the spear and takes the path. That's how I stayed, choosing meat. The wrinkled face exhales blood with her eyes open.

A splash of flesh and blood, not known for several times, is emitted on the cheeks of Vestalinu. Without even wiping it, she moved her legs, again.

I can see the eyes of the surrounding guards and guards getting very upset. I guess the man today was a spiritual support for them.

But I can't afford to appease that to Vestalinu right now. Her chest was filled with emotions that she didn't even know originated.

It's for me and it's for Rugis.

How could he trust himself with ease? How could my own legs have accepted it for granted?

It is not inherently possible. My mind shouldn't be that easy.

Excessive perplexity and the likeness of Vestalinu's original will intertwine to have heat. It's hot, as if the Rugis sword I raised on my waist would echo again. It's like a pulsating heart itself.

Vestalinu bites his lips in remorse.

Vestalinu told Rugis that he couldn't trust you. That is an affront. Nothing more than revealing a frank distrust of the other person.

I hate you for taking away even the only sister I can trust from me for not having one. I hate you and others who don't know discipline and can live as they please. That's what I said, even with that thought on it, I can't trust Vestalinu.

- I'm relieved. I'm relieved to hear that kind of human language.

So, what's returned is such a word and a treasure sword that can be called his heart itself?

Vestallinu felt so much shame coming out of the depths of his body that he could not keep it.

I don't know what to say or how to drink this emotion. All I know is that definite shame is in my chest right now.

Yeah, shame on you. He took it lightly, no matter what his heart was, and then gave it to trust, even though I told him all kinds of distrust. It's like you don't care about anything.

Isn't this like a child I don't know the reason for?

Crying, wasting it like a child who only knows to push their emotions against them, and then fixing their mood if they can stroke one of their heads. It's like being who you are now.

Shame. This is a clear shame. If possible, I want to tighten my own neck right now. But I can't do that either. I have accepted his trust.

Vestalinu intuites. Even if he shows his back here and runs away, I'm sure he won't do anything to blame himself. I wouldn't even yell at you if you weren't kidding.

Oh, that's why. I can't leave this place. We have to break through. I'm sorry for such an unparalleled imitation.

Vestalinu waves his battle axe as if to speak for his own feelings, paving the way. That's how I looked at both the guards, I said.

"Retreat. I kill and take people away if I have to, but I don't like it very much if I don't."

Several guards distort their expressions to that final recommendation stained language. It was more like hearing a strange word than being lost in the wake of that word.

The word of existence that threatens people by waging force like this is mostly crude or somewhere full of madness. Playable blood and meat make people do that.

Even so, Vestalinu's words are as if they were different. It doesn't look like a battlefield, it even makes it sound noble. That's why the guards were confused.

A couple of stupid night thieves snuck into jail, and that's what I heard, so I stepped up security everywhere. So I thought if I showed the numbers on this side, I would withdraw early, and I never assumed that I would really see blood anymore.

But this woman. If this intruder is no longer a night thief, but a noble one - is this not just a pillage, etc., but a raid with a clear purpose? Such delusions entered the cerebral cord of the soothsayer guards, moments.

"Just one more time, let's say. Retreat - Retreat. I'll chop your neck off!

With Vestalinu shining his sharp eyes, he stepped forward with his battle axe on his shoulder and stepped out. The noble language transforms into something violent as if it had been invaded by something. There was a distinctive sword shaking at the waist.

The words crushed the hearts of the guards who had even gotten cold, and made them step back.