A Wish to Grab Happiness

Rugis the Demon. His appearance was not full of oil rants.

Among the citizens there are many who know the name of the hero of the crest. Even if you don't know it, you'll remember what it feels like to have a cramped throat if you find out a new demon has emerged.

The execution yard was starting to look even more noisy. The air sticks and the temperature keeps dropping.

"- Stupid! Why... you?"

Even his deputy, Heind, accidentally opened his mouth with the appearance of something impossible.

It's an incredible sight. The other person, who should have sworn to be mastigious to each other and to defeat their witchcraft together, is here as a demon.

What happened and what was wrong? Has he really turned to his enemies? If so, do we mean that the Great Demon did not even reach the Fool Demon?

Something dark creeps into Hynd's chest. Rather than disappointment or disappointment, with both Mastigious and Rugis, the grief was greater than that of the devil.

Eileen is also calling Rugis's name out loud again. But Rugis was looking at Mastigious's face when he couldn't hear it.

"Does it look good? I can see it. So, that's the final word."

"Oh, I don't mind. It doesn't make any difference where my neck was slashed."

Rugis tilted his neck to the word on the boulder. Even though the face of Mastigious has a relaxed colour, he does not see as if he is frightened by fear or suffering.

As far as I can remember, people show pale cowardice during death. No matter how strong he was.

Even so, Mastigious behaved as if he took it for granted that death would come to him.

"That's a lot to spare. He's not even human to be a general."

"No way. Our differences are insignificant. Everyone can be brave enough and everyone can be vulgar enough. Yes, I believe it."

Mastigious raised his face slightly and looked into Rugis' crimson eyes and said: There was a strange whirlpool of emotions in those eyes, but it's not like hostility to Mastigious or anything like that. Instead, I could even see the innocence.

I don't even know what he's been attached to and turned into a demon, that's Mastigious. I can't even imagine.

But it's hard to imagine that he's just obediently demonized, etc. If you are losing your memory or consciousness at this time, you may still have some kind of seed or cut.

What I do now, then, is never to condemn him or to grieve. That's what Mastigios decided.

The only thing to think about is when he kills himself and then he blooms back into the human race again. At that time, killing oneself may become a scourge and people may no longer be able to hold hands.

That's all I had to avoid. The species Humanity is no longer like a severely ill man whose interior has been greatly eroded. If we now repeat our internal divisions, the only thing that lies ahead is doom.

Mastiguios took a breath and then this time he said to the people.

"All right, everybody! It is not General Magic who dies here and now. Used to be good by demons, and just a fool to lose his life. Even if I didn't die here, sooner or later I had to die!

Everyone was looking at Mastigious's face. The emotions that cage within can vary, and everyone is engraving the word into their brain.

"You guys live. Don't imitate the death of a fool!

It was directed at many people - and multiple military personnel who were within sight. To see them dressed as citizens, perhaps they were planning to recapture themselves and their compatriots.

But that's reckless. Dozens of military men and more people will die in chaos just to help a few in this encirclement.

And in the unlikely event that we have survived, the everyday life of those who live tightened by demonization will be more brutal.

Then we have to live for a while now. Mastigios told them that.

The eyes of the oil rant and others are opened and the expression is distorted. The pain was sweating and seeping into his face.

After a moment, he let his voice roar.

"Everyone - help His Excellency the General!

There were Mastigious words. It should be noted that they could not stop. Just as Mastigious found hope in the presence of Rugis, Mastigious is the only hope for the Volvato soldiers.

Even before the Demon Man, no matter how hard the road to success is. Even if we all die. They believe Mastigios is worth it there if one survives.

By the entry of the soldiers, the execution ground is once again consumed by a vortex of noise and confusion.

The soldiers, who were confused by the people, rush to the execution table with their hidden weapons in their hands. The demons started responding to all the instant agitation and still wondering if they had come.

- People screaming and yelling. The soldiers and the demons were disturbed and overlapped, and an attack was begun that turned their nature against them.

"Yikes! Don't worry about the mutton fish! It's Mastigious, kill Mastigious!

Keel's voice rings in the execution ground under his eyes. The scariest thing for him is that in this vortex of confusion, Mastigious helps just in case.

In that case, he will surely plan another rebellion. The people also regain hope again.

Then I don't care about the execution steps anymore. Let the nearby demons snap his neck and it'll all be over.

Rugis stands on the execution bench with the bare gesture that he doesn't even care about chaos and other shards. The chief nut of the king's capital watched his condition in the seat next to Keel.

"Why don't you wait? It only makes sense that the ex-human demon killed him."

Nut had been ordered by the principal Junelba to monitor how Rugis was doing. If he doesn't show betrayal, observe and report it crumbly. If that's going to kill General Magic, it's good to start with.

But if you don't, Nut himself has to handle it. If you are still a demon and the sun is shallow, then Junelba's spiritual nuts can be confronted enough.

Raptor's eyes gaze at Rugis' every step of the way. He seems to be exchanging words about something in the midst of the commotion, but he sounds very unheard by the hustle and noise.

But I saw the action.

Rugis waves up the Devil's Sword towards Mastigious, with his cutting-edge pointing to heaven.

The surrounding noise sounded more loud, but there's no way that such a thing could reach the demon.

Rugis stayed put, toward Mastigious - waved down the Devil's Sword lightly.

Done.

Nut leaks a relieved exhale. Rugis the Demon doesn't know about it against Junelba, but he seems to be submissive to Labourg's words first.

Another glass, big mouth open and Nut throws the liquor down his throat. I felt like trouble had left and one less effort.

At the next moment, a loud voice rose again from the execution site visible under his eyes. Mixed with sadness, the noise is different from what it was earlier.

Nut, and Keel opens his eyes to the sight.

"What happened, what happened!

Nut opens his mouth and makes his voice play. I could see it at the end of my vision.

- With Mastigious, who has been destroyed the execution bench and restraints and is still alive. Someone slaughtered and killed the surrounding demons. That's how Rugis, the demon man with the demon sword wet.

Nut felt the blood boiling running all over his body. It is no longer clear what happened and who made it.

After all, that ex-human betrayed me. That's all I can think about. Nut drove through the hollow as he widened both wings. And to eagle his neck himself, he is joined by the demon Rugis.

"Rugis the Demon! After all, Master Junelba's concerns seem to have been allayed. A traitor!"

As the surrounding demons and humans were overwhelmed by their immense bodies, only Rugis stared at the nut that made the sky our own. I don't understand what happened to demons, humans, not even Mastigious.

The only person who knew what was in Rugis' chest was him.

"You're telling me there's nothing to betray... what the fuck, Birdhead. Was there something unpleasant? You should wear the crown and be in a good mood."

"Shut up, you! Those who are mastigious are our clear enemies who have defied the devil! It's not a betrayal to help!

Nut spreads his wings with a grand behavior. That was a battle posture for him, aiming at Rugis' neck just wondering if his vicious hook claw was now there.

Rugis laughed with his nose, keeping the Devil's Sword on his shoulder.

"Because oh. I figured it wouldn't matter what you think, would it? Why would I have to kill this man here?"

Weird. Yes, Rugis said. Nut doesn't know what that means. But there was no feeling in his crimson eyes that he was guilty of treachery or that he had cheated on him successfully.

"This man has faith, he has insistence, he has will. Excellent. It's a drink. Exactly close to justice. My enemy, the opposite of me."

Rugis carries on the words without showing a single strain as he rattles his shoulders several times.

"Then - I hate to kill you here. Do whatever I want when I decide. You're my enemy."

No, we can't talk about it. Nut says no.

Demons have something to talk about from time to time only with their own absolute theory and sensibility. This demon is one of them.

As Master Junelba said, if you ever obey anything, only your own will. Nut no longer imitated the word exhaustively.

- Before this demon gains power, the spiritual self should snap his neck.

Nut chooses the universe with huge nails along with a thud that is about to crush the back of his ear. That's what even seemed like a straight line drawn.

It's an absolutely confident assault, and it's not so easy to take even if you were a disastrous demon.

"Come on, give me a break. I'm just a villain. Then it's up to me to kill someone who speaks justice."

But in the midst of that moment Nut heard Rugis tell him to mock him.

"Whatever you think, it's not justice. The inferior scoundrel suits you."

Nut's vicious hook claws capture Rugis' neck meat. I no longer need a moment. Just cut the meat after.

- Gucci, there was a noise. Flesh rips, blood bounces and flies. The scream covered the perimeter.

"- You're not my enemy. Third class."

Spirit of Junelba the Demon. Nut, the LORD of the king's capital, was ironically on the executing table, and had become a meat mass. The demon sword makes a loud noise and scatters its flesh.