A Wish to Grab Happiness

Do you want to live or die?

Fialert-la-Borgograd says to the girl in the front, carefully solidifying her black eyes. It was not a very noisy, very everyday word to use.

But it may be said from undisputed kindness that she dared to choose such a word even though she was aware of her indignation.

From the birth of Reu to the present, Fialert heard. from her mouth while asleep, which is nothing else.

The magic of Fialert's thought induction can overshadow its consciousness, even if it is sane in ordinary times. If so, it was an easy category to get into the brain marrow of those who were deeply asleep and pull out just a few words.

Though, I couldn't possibly drag everything down. Still useful enough.

Because I found out, just frankly, Fialert asked Reu.

"Now I can let you die sleeping in magic. That's what I do when I think I'm going to fall asleep with the golden thread... and if you become a demon, I might have to force you to snap my neck."

Now on this occasion, Fialert thought it was cowardly to cloud the words. I have to tell you everything I need to tell you.

And the truth is, she's smarter than I thought. Doesn't mean there's learning. But the ability to understand things is more than the crowd. Apparently, he also knows full well that demons, no heterogeneous beings, live in him. Then you'll know what I told you.

What to do. At the same time, I could see that the area around my heart caused the kind of pain that caused the hiccups. A stiff hammer crawls around the stomach of the fialert.

Perhaps it was Rugis who wanted to save her that brought Reu back, yes, Fialert thinks. I learned that the girl was living with a demon, and I learned infinite anger and pity. I know the matter so I can take it. I guess that's why you asked yourself to treat her.

But I can't.

There is no problem with the injured right arm itself. Sorcery penetrated surprisingly into what should be termed demon-specific adaptive abilities. No human being has that much adaptability to demons.

But from that wound he touched Leu's soul, one end of it, and Fialert understood her condition better than anyone else. A demon called a gem and the soul of Reu. That is already irreplaceably intertwined.

If, for example, mud was mixed in with brine, would it be possible to return it to full brine?

Perhaps it is possible with enough effort to form a distraction. But Leu's soul is already about to be invaded by demons all the way to that corner.

There's no more time for her to go back.

Then can we just let her live in a prank and say salvation is the last thing that even inflicts suffering? Isn't it one salvation to let you sleep in peace?

Fialert desperately suppresses his own teeth from twitching. I'm trying to do the worst.

If Reu was just a demon, if it was just a threat to him. I never had this thought.

Oh, if there's such a thing as God, how did you make that thing unhappy? It also means that we are making people unhappy in order to make everyone fall for God.

This child made an unbearable labor, trying to live for people without omitting himself. The result is more of a joke about the end of the day, the end of the day, etc.

To keep the seeping bitterness out of his expression, Fialert sees Reu. The red eyes stared at him.

"… may I ask you just one question"

To the girl's inquiry, Fialert nodded. I was feeling something nasty crawling down my throat. There was only one girl, and those people asked if they had helped.

"You mean the people who were captured. Yeah, I wouldn't say everything. But some of them helped."

At least that must be because of you. Fialert says so without abomination. It was a clear fact. If Reu hadn't come in to help at that time, the vast majority of those captured could have been trampled and supposedly eaten. Even if some of it helped, it would have been more dead.

Reu laughed at the face for the first time when he heard the words of Fialert. Not until I said I wouldn't give in, but it was still a childish look I finally showed. Fialert also raised her mouth angle slightly.

Reu said as he responded.

"Then... I don't mind anymore. It must have meant something to me to just be able to help them."

moment. There was a thread that was stuck inside the fialert, the sound of it clearly cutting off.

That's what Reu told me, and the truth is he didn't want her to die, and Fialert found out that he was expecting her to say so.

He said he couldn't have said he wanted to die anymore. I was trying to tell myself that's why I couldn't kill her.

As a result, it was endless self-loathing that swirled in my chest. I let such a child prepare and affirm herself for death. Fialert wanted to tighten her ugly neck on the spot.

Right, isn't it? The other child is still young, even though he has a demon. There can be no determination to stand still in front of the illegal arrow rain of fate, nor the will to take the sword and confront the wave of misery that pushes it like a storm.

He that can do it will be honored. It would be as brilliant as gold. But what shall we do about him who cannot do it? Oh, didn't you think the same thing before?

The kid named Reu just came alive. Just try hard.

I don't know, Fialert narrows her black eyes and turns her legs toward Leu. So I approached one step, one step. Distance enough to be touched even as soon as you reach for it.

I could see Reu letting him gently jump up his shoulder. Thin neck muscles are even trembling. Oh, I'm telling you, I could see the fear of death.

But she didn't try to escape. Get yourself out of bed gently and don't even try to divert your eyes.

Fialert puts his finger close to Reu in a relaxed manner. That's how I held my shoulder with both hands, still trembling. The landscape shook at the edge of my sight, but I didn't care about anything.

"... I'm sorry, really. I said the wrong thing. Is it happiness? There's no way a worthless God like you can take care of a child in the post-mortem world that can't make him happy."

My voice was trembling, but I was aware of the fialert. I know very well that the emotions that I was desperately tying up in Arakorn are no longer likely to contain.

A man named Fiarat-La Borgograd weighed in on reason, and then he was an irrational man.

In front of you is the undisputed demon egg. The enemies of the human species may still roar from the crack. If we are to think rationally, we should choose an option where many human beings are saved in exchange for the life of one girl named Reu.

But Fialert can't make it. If the other person is a demon who looks like a child, he has no choice but to dedicate an innocent child to a ruthless sea.

"Even if I live... if I live, I'm sure one day, there will be a day when I can say that there was one. What can you do when you die? So - so put that hand down. Eldis."

Still holding a small shoulder that might even leak a trembling whimper, Fialert says in a stabbing voice. Black eyes were cutting off the bedroom scenery.

At the same time, the landscape shakes. Spiritualism stripped him of his body and allowed him to zero his appearance as he collapsed. Elf's queen, Eldis, says, out of nowhere. Binoculars were small and distorted.

"Fialert, you're making a mistake. I think I'm going to die for that sympathy. You people really don't like sentimental things like that."

"Do you say the same thing to your own children? If your own child became the Devil's Dependent, oh, you were unhappy, so be it. The only one who can sacrifice someone is someone who's never sacrificed at any time, Eldis."

Black and Bea. To the meshing of the two, the space loses its vitality as soon as possible. One or the founder of battlefield magic, one or the petitioner of the Great Spell.

They are no longer called heroes and they have no disgusting colors. Whenever two pieces of gaze intertwine, something is whimpering.

Magic strokes Fialert's fingertips and spiritual protection pours into Eldis's skin. The air got caught up in the runoff and I got bored.

Moments.

"- I can't believe it. Humans and elves, you've made a scene. I'm not as pacifist as they call me a barbarian. Couldn't you just be a little quieter while I was asleep?

Not Fialert, not Eldis, not Reu that way. Such a voice sounded.