A Wish to Grab Happiness

"G... aahhhhhh!

A head-on collision between a large warcraft and a hungry ghost that hasn't grown yet. Then recoil naturally. With the two knives stuck between the brows of the Warcraft, they are jumped to the nearby grass. The taste of iron was all over my mouth.

"Ha ha! I know, you don't have the softest eyebrows."

Yes, the warcraft of your type was studied so much later in life.

Lift your cheeks up as you rub all over them. The feeling of cutting the meat remains firmly in my hands. It was a sudden move but a success. The chest jumps to exaltation and achievement.

Yeah, yeah, I suppose so. If you're running away here, it's the same as before. Whatever happens to me, I have to break through what I once was. You must overcome me once, and in the future.

Warcraft makes blood drip more than between eyebrows, sounding a distressed voice. It's not a fatal injury, but it's not a minor injury that can be ignored at all. In our current situation, we can do better.

"... ugh!? Where are you from?

"Oh, oh. Will you shut up? I don't want to hear that voice! You come before me with such clutter. If you're still weak, make yourself weak."

Oh, it felt so good right now. I wonder what it is. I feel like I cleared up my seniority grudge in a nutshell. I'll get a little scared and take a look at Kalia Birdnick. It's okay, I'm biting my teeth regrettably, but the situation won't hit the boulder, it won't.

"Look, I'm already on my hands. You can do it later. He's pretty upset."

Take the long sword that remains thrown out and hand it to Kalia Birdnick. I guess she's not intact either, with a slight drop of blood on her face.

"... even if you don't tell me. I'll ask you questions later. Dive through those fangs and settle."

Quickly, he groans so, staring at the giant beast with his long sword in his hand again.

The body resembles a pig. Only modeling. Its contents are completely separate. The outer skin, hidden beneath the fur, is tough enough to bounce off rocks. All four legs supporting the body are as thick as rooted trees, and in soft slaughter it is visible to be bounced back as it should be.

Exhaling a rough breath, Warcraft made an attitude by trying to stick out two large fangs that would have been sharpened for years.

Large Warcraft.

With a giant body that has no shame in its name, it looks this way with its sharp eyes. Its beauty is boulder. He has not yet lost his fighting spirit, although his weakness has been overshadowed and his wounds have not been mild. Rather, something that gets as insane as the beast at hand. But fortunately, you must be on guard this way. Its initial start-up is dull, even though it moves the gyro and the big eyes.

"Lady, aim for the jaw"

"Jaw? Say stupid, if you're good enough to dive through those fangs and aim for the jaw, you'd better aim for the cervical vertebra from the top"

Concon, and said as he slapped his jaw, Kalia Birdnick responded with a suspicious eye.

"You're the fool. That type of warcraft is the weapon with the greatest propulsion. The outer skin is not soft enough to be cut off with an iron sword. Even with your skill, one scratch is exquisite."

"... don't tell me what you want to say. That's a new Warcraft. Why do you profit such a knowledgeable mouth? You think I can believe a guy like you who looks at me like that?

"Then I don't care what you do."

Eat her words and whisper her teeth gently.

Really, this guy is a woman who's still the same now and in the future. She was a nasty woman. I don't listen to people's opinions. A woman who completes everything by herself. The only person who could honestly tell this guy about things was that Savior guy from start to finish.

I'm sure this woman still thinks this way. He said he couldn't listen to such a poor, seemingly insignificant man. She's always a woman who makes fun of people.

"Then I'll just retreat. It would be nice if you could make it all up to me later. Originally, my job was to scout. Besides,"

Even while we talk like this, he'll recover, and with that, he points to the Warcraft with his gaze.

The Warcraft sprays smoke from all over its giant body, blocking the wound. That's what bothers me, scholars say. Poison fog blocks their wounds, an adventurer says. I don't really know the truth. There are theories about evaporating magic and repairing wounds. Whatever that truth may be, it's definitely something that will restore the Warcraft.

If the wound gets blocked off, he'll definitely come after us. The enemy heart of the Warcraft far surpasses that of the Beast. Especially if the body is scratched.

"Nah, you can do it. Good luck with that. I'm here for you, from the tavern table."

Kalia Birdnick wouldn't be saying anything anymore if I put it this way of making a fool of myself. Above all, I was sorry to get involved.

Even I'm wasting two knives for a woman I hate. What you did to that warcraft gave me a definite indication of intent when I think of me in the past. It shouldn't be so bad. Let's think of it as a sacrifice.

"... wait"

A sharp voice stopped me from leaving with my hands flickering.

"- Admitted. I apologize for the disrespect and take your word for it. How can I fight him? How can I kill him?"

When I heard the words, something scary crawled up from my heels.

"... come on, you're serious"

Someone like this woman, who blends self-esteem and arrogance, depends on me. I don't know why. It's totally out of the question.

Cold chills far outweigh the comfort they rely on. With his face distorted, he points to the Warcraft with his thumb.

"Look, your fangs are meant to protect the brows of soft weaknesses. So if it's not an ambush, you can't poke it so well. And if the skin is hard enough to pierce, I'll have to bring some high-ranking magic."

Kalia Birdnick listens to the words, nodding outwardly and honestly. It's my word. I didn't have an ear to listen to. From the look of the future, I can't imagine. Honestly, it was creepy.

Keeping the word going, knocking on Conn's jaw.

"So jaw. His skin under his chin and all over his neck is so fragile to the outer skin that even an iron sword can penetrate it well."

"So how do you aim? The inner skin is soft, naturally because it's hard to aim for, less dangerous"

"Aim for Kakizake."

And she spins words in return. I keep my eyes narrowed and keep an eye on my hand movements that keep commenting.

"When he tries to kill his prey with his fangs, he tries to pluck up his fangs at the end of the day and kill his prey completely. For a moment then, my chin is open. Eat up there."

"Hey, are you insane? Are you serious about that?"

A grumpy voice popped out of my mouth. She goes on to cloud her complexion, even though such a thing is a gap. With no confidence whatsoever, his hand supporting his elongated sword is also shaking.

Surprised, rather, it's mine. What is this woman talking about?

"I can do it. I'm sure I can. You don't even have to get lost."

"Huh!? How can you say that, think it's HR, and not say anything that's groundless!

There's a reason.

I say with a sigh to those silver eyes, frustrated and frightened by the momentum.

"Because you're Kalia Birdnick."

Yes, of course you can. It can't be done. Genius of swordsmanship, Joon-young of the Knights. She can't do it, and who can?

For a moment, as I opened my eyes, Kalia Birdnick gazed at me. Maybe now, but I'm a little scared. I really remember the journey of salvation that she kept threatening me with. She grinned softly, but zeroly, as she laughed at my mood.

"- Admitted. Yes, I'm Karia Birdnick. Then naturally, let's defeat the Warcraft. Take a look there, you."

Oh, what? I knew I could do it.

With confidence in his chest, that's how he goes before the Warcraft, and his hindsight is indisputable. The genius I knew - the very figure of Kalia Birdnick.