A Wish to Grab Happiness

Make the future Knights handsome, the proud Knights themselves. Kalia Birdnick.

But what she calls a knight is a little, no, very different from what she calls a knighthood that is revered for its plays and stage.

What is the Knight Statue inside Kalia Birdnick? I'm just a strong man. Even if you have the heart to reach out to weakness, even if you have the will to throw your life for justice. If you are weak, it is not recognized as a knight in her.

Therefore, strength in her is not meant to protect weakness. Power is a means to break something stronger, she once said. And whether its strength is force, financial power, a strong man who is powerful is one who strives, and a weak man who is powerless is not striving. Karia Birdnick believes the idea from the bottom of her heart. I am convinced you are right.

The theory of the strong. The arrogance of something talented. Oh, I miss it at all. Did he say it directly to me? He said it was worthless itself, such as your weak life.

- Gunn - Giin -.

Peek under your eyes as you clasp your cheeks. Kalia Birdnick is waving her sword, while fighting a pig-shaped warcraft a few times bigger than herself. The way the girl fought with her silver hair shaking even looked fantastic.

One thing Karia Birdnick was allowed to say and do, which could be described as violent, was her own talent. And the other, it was in its volume. She is indisputably beautiful. It is a well-whispered rumor that when she began to rise in the Knights, more women aspired to be knights for their appearance. Apart from the veracity of the rumors, it is certain that she was strong and beautiful by the time such rumors were whispered. So I was forgiven. A blasphemous way of life for the weak, too.

Oh, I don't like it. I hate it so much. There's only one person I missed, Arueno. Why do I have to meet a guy who doesn't even like to look at me first?

Kalia Birdnick is a savior who has seen me as an enemy every time. The reason would be simple. Only because I was the overwhelming weak man in the party. thus discriminate, prejudice and persecute. A way of life that is too straight and doesn't tolerate anything that goes off your standards. I hated this guy.

"That's strange... before, yes, you must have defeated it before. What the hell are you doing?"

From the top of the tree, observe Kalia Birdnick's sword moves and his temptation with the power of the Warcraft. And I accidentally glanced at him.

I remember what I used to do when I came here. There was still something on my mind then, and I must have tried to stop Karia Birdnick from fighting the Warcraft.

But it was the back fist that returned. I was fisted in the face with all my might just to say I was in the way, and I broke my nose and fainted on the spot. It wasn't until after the night that I realized it was all over.

Yes, that's right. I do remember that this battle in the woods was the first event in which the name Kalia Birdnick became widespread in the world. I can't say anything because I haven't seen the crime scene, but I heard she beat up a brilliant warcraft.

On the other hand, I was scattered. Naturally, reconnaissance fails. Credit, which was not originally due to this, fell further down the bottom of the earth, and Grandpa Richard's subcontracted work for a long time was foolish, the end of the day when he couldn't even get an easy job. Dove stripping was nicknamed and sent a miserable youth.

Oh. I'm getting angrier and angrier when I remember.

But whatever it is, it should be true that Kalia Birdnick defeated that warcraft here. But I'm taking weird time for that. No, you're not. Definitely being pushed.

She manipulates her sword brilliantly to inflict warcraft violence, but that's all. Clearly lacking in decisiveness. I know you're anticipating you can do the gap, but you can't afford to just turn to it.

"What are you doing, you?"

Ringing teeth. What is that skill? Is that really Kalia Birdnick? She didn't fight like that, I know. I didn't make such a futile move. He was sophisticated in detail, everything was calculated, and waved sword moves that felt undisputed talent.

I hate that guy. Yeah, even though I hated it. But the power was undoubtedly real. So I hated it but admitted it. But what is that? Immature, incomplete and helpless. Was he trying to fight a great warcraft with such skill?

I don't know why there's anger. I don't know why you're biting your lips and strengthening your eyelids. I don't know one thing. The mood is extremely complex.

The antagonism that has so far managed to be preserved, collapses. Kalia Birdnick, who can no longer accept the violence of the Warcraft, falls slightly ill.

Warcraft roared heavily. Her posture hasn't recovered yet. It's the undisputed limit of health. And when that kind of warcraft roars. That's when you look at your opponent as more than an enemy, just a prey.

- Giggly yin.

Her sword is bounced into the fangs of the Warcraft as it leaves a lingering sound. She takes a step back to avoid an attack, but that's shallow. At that distance, it is captured perfectly by the charge of the Warcraft.

Oh, I remember. Speaking of which, there was a big wound to her body, to her shoulder. When I saw it, it broke my cheekbone.

"Oh. Damn......! What are you really doing, you!

Oh, I don't like it. Not at all, not easy to look at.

I hate it. That's why I hate this guy. Kick the scaffold, rocking the green blubber cloth. Two knives were in my hand. It's cheap and the grip is loose. But enough, all I do is fall. Orientation, in a straight line towards the big warcraft frown.

Warcraft fortunately nails to the figure of Karia Birdnick, who became defenseless in front of her. Then there is no mistake.

Jump, jump and kill. Straight line. No choice.

Leaving behind a silver trajectory, my body collided between my eyebrows, his weakest part.

Sounding cries and the sound of tearing flesh.

"G... aahhhhhh!

Iron chooses the flesh and nerves, causing the bloodstream to gush. The knife was feeding on the impact of the fall as it was, piercing it between the brows of the warcraft to the very roots.