A Wish to Grab Happiness

"Thought-induced witchcraft? I can't use it, can I? Something I've never seen in the literature or heard from people's mouths."

Fialert that strengthens your arms and makes your lips smaller when the bulk looks bad.

When I heard that word, come on, I could see my face dyeing blue all the time.

The next word to be hung is not trying to get through your throat successfully. I can see that the thought is slightly blunt.

If her words were true, the plan to flex the slum dwellers would collapse from its edge, no, from its roots.

"... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Anyway, it's such a magic trick that takes people's consciousness away with the scent of graceful flowers. Shards are good, not in the corner of your head."

I remember seeing the fold of a journey once, its fantastic sights.

Such sorcery, which makes petals dance over its thinner fingertips, shakes the wind and calms the people who were in the vortex of confusion. On his former journey, he had a proven track record of using his magic to stop riots that broke out in the Garrist Kingdom.

With that sorcery, I assumed that I would be able to regain more or less of my will, no matter what apathy and the people who were held in their bodies by the idea of giving up.

No way, it was completely out of the assumption that the fialert at this time could not use its magic or that it was no longer even cognizant.

"You don't. More than that, you look too sweet. Magic that can act on people's thoughts is not so easy to reach, and the..."

Black eyes are deflected from fleeing openly.

Thin fingers twirled and his lips repeatedly opened or closed looking for words. As if to think about how you took shape of something difficult to say.

For a while, I wondered if my eyes were wandering, pounding, and finally the word fell zero out of my throat.

"Uh... I can't use magic right now... at least for something hostile to Gallu Amalia..."

That word slipped into the room terribly awkward. Fialert's eyes stare at you to see what's going on.

For a moment, slightly, but as frozen, the indoors quiet back. You can't even blink, and the eyeballs don't move while holding the fialert in place.

Largdo-Ann's voice, "Huh," warmed the field slightly.

"Ahhh... I see, no, I am. It was no wonder. Conveniently, God reached out, but I don't know how he saved me from that tragedy."

I mean, I'll tell you out of the blue that there must have been a deal with Hert Stanley.

To affirm it, the fialert gently pulled his jaw with stiffness, still letting his gaze wander uncomfortably. Every time I ask how this is going, my gaze is pointed at me.

I have no choice. There's no choice in all of this. Fialert alone, getting me out of that place is too good a story. I should have offered you some kind of price. Instead, we should consider it a deal that tasted good enough that there was no such thing as being held captive and unable to move.

Helt's intentions can only be absorbed to some extent, but I'm a little interested in how his justice has made a decision. To think about that lizard abuse, perhaps, but the behavior within him created some room for concessions to him.

Otherwise, there's no reason for me to be flat in the slums.

"Nothing wrong with that. Then you can stretch your fingers to the next measure."

Yes, I cared not to let the words have thorns so as not to blame the fialert as much as I could, and I said so.

The glow of those shriveled black eyes also looks a little back. Blaming her for doing her best in that place is cruel to boulders.

But contrary to the softness of the word, my chest is panicking. The undisputed agony was all over his chest, one after the other.

Tastes bad. Very bad. I can't believe I said this, but when it came to convincing slum dwellers, it was totally addressed to the magic of fialerts.

Even if, for example, the flower magic could not be used, it was possible to burn people's hearts through the brilliance of the magic.

I glance at Ann while taking Fialert's gaze.

The slight expression tells the story. I am asking if there is any other proposal.

"... two, I have a plan"

I stood two, fingers, to respond to Ann's expression.

A good idea is something I can't say. Rather, it's even suspicious to say it's a proposal.

Is it also called darkness behind it, to hide my lack of confidence, I accidentally cover my mouth with my hands. Ann and I gazed at me with Fialert's lips closed.

"One gives up being flexible. In the short run, the point is, I think it would be nice if the slums didn't even work."

Pinch the chewing tobacco removed from your nose into your finger and gently rub it with your teeth. I even felt two gazes as if I had put my expectations into stabbing my body as it were.

Ann probably feels this way. As such, we should have already considered it as the worst possible means. It's a huge loss in the long run, so just don't make a choice.

I say, while sheltering my flank as it was brought to the chair.

"I mean, you just have to make the slums your first target. It's a place where there's no sense of defense or disaster prevention. It burns a lot. And you'll die a lot. The whole slum turns into a crematorium."

Ann's eyes narrow without concealing pity, and on the contrary, Fialert peels her eyes as upset by the words.

Naturally. Even I have a good choice. But I'm not even sober enough to line up every beauty now. Rather, the soul is quite dirty.

By and large, at a time when I was about to use the battlefield for my own prosperity, I knew it was the purity of the Catholic chanting soul, or the right way, far from what it was.

If there really is a post-mortem world, no doubt angels won't welcome me in. But if that's what God wants you to do, to live clean, even though you're trampled miserably. If that's what you said, I'm sorry. I'd rather shake that hand off this one and spit it out.

"That's not an extra means you want to take, Lord Hero. Even if we can fulfill the fallout of Galuamaria as a result, it will be difficult in cities that remain dysfunctional to remain a legacy"

Except as a last resort, Anne makes that jaw snort. On the contrary, the fialert pointed his lips as he blinked his eyelashes.

It is understandable that if you look at the wrinkles that leaned between your eyebrows, you probably disagree with this opinion.

"Don't you do that, but why don't you just change their minds with words? The Famous General will transform any inert soldier into a strong soldier with one word. Especially since you have a good mouth."

The voice color of the fialert seeped in a color that was trying to hide something that was upsetting. I don't want to deny my opinion, but I tell him otherwise that I don't want to take the means.

"Well... the second means is that. But hey, it's hopeless, I know how they feel. It's like me back in the day, huh? I don't have the strength to grasp anything anymore."

Well, then it's still better if Fialert talks.

An exotic girl, and if it is a beautiful word she speaks, there may be people who listen. Or even Anne. Thinking of her interpersonal abilities, it's not strange to have something that sounds less.

But I can't.

"Fialert. You still have a verse somewhere in your head. You think words have the power to move people."

Gently, exhale, say. I felt the taste of chewing tobacco go all the way to my lungs.

"Look, there's no power in words. It's not what you said, it's who said it."

Famous generals transform weak soldiers into strong soldiers with every word. But that's not the word heavy. It's the words he unleashes that make him weigh more.

What if the mortals threw up the same words? Even if it were the exact same words, the same voice tone, the way soldiers are taken is as if they were different.

Yes, there's no power in words. Words can't change people, they just can't make something out of it. I'm well dressed for it.

There have been many times when the right words, the right reason for sure, can hang mud.

How many times would I have been stigmatized? How many times would I have weaved my wet clothes on this body?

You didn't stop listening to me, who was supposed to be right. No one tried to put it in that ear, even if I said what I saw.

No one or he listens carefully to those who are better off. Oh, yeah, it's a natural story now. Because honesty doesn't have any power.

Keep your eyes narrowed and face slightly down. The pain crawling up from my flank is strangely dull.

Then you're the only one left.

The air in the room was heavily felt, when the voice of the fialert was thrown into the room with a puffiness.

Slowly give him a face. Her eyes don't look like she's up to anything, just purely questioning it.

The little lip opened again.

"I am, Rugis. I'm here to hear your words. I think I'm a fool myself. Really. But you don't have a choice. When it was good, it resonated deep in my heart."

Its cheeks shake with a hint of color.

What the hell is the joke, this? I'm what? Are you being praised now? Um, to Fialert La Borgograd. Instead of my words, I didn't try to admit anything that existed, to her.

One step, she rang the floorboard and approached. The gaze I was inadvertently raising sucked into my black eyes.

"Now that you have no power, I won't let you tell me that you can't. Yeah, I'm not gonna let you tell me. You won't end up with lead. Even if I twisted the world's logic, I decided to make it gold."

Fialert that keeps eyes close. Distance from her shrinks surprisingly. In my black eyes, I could see well who I was reflecting. So much so that each other's exhales are likely to interact. No, distance.

So, to the extent that Anne didn't hear me, only I could hear her, Fialert whispered.

- Yeah, but if you want to get away with it, fine. I'll have a path for both of you then.

That's what she said, so as to list the third option.

It's a sweet voice that pulls the pulsating heart directly from your finger. Such a tone that you stroke around the pillars of your spirit and squeeze out a whole mind to resist.

The little hand touches the wound. It's not like magic. Perhaps she's also sealed off any interference with me.

But the pain doesn't leak out of my flank with wonder. Somewhere, there was only a warm feeling.