A Wish to Grab Happiness

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

For Kalia Birdnick, that name wasn't always proud.

For the aristocratic world, Birdnick is close to stigma.

Birdnick, the only house that was a senior aristocrat in the war ahead but didn't make it to that attendance. Being pushed away by the confusion of the Lord's absence, Birdnick drops himself from the aristocracy to the chivalry.

Even in the chivalry class, famous families naturally exist. Marriage between the knightly and aristocratic classes is not uncommon. Therefore, the cavalier class is not itself stigmatized. But it was nothing like the fall of a senior nobleman into the cavalier class in history.

Fallen Birdnick. Loser Birdnick. The family name was told along with the mockery. Karia Birdnick also naturally has a reputation for it, and she knows the emotions of those who are scorned well from an early age.

Tied to the house, tied to reputation, tied to power, I will not be free of one thing. That's the same after joining the Knights. I feel sorry for myself for not breaking this chain. I resent myself for not being powerful.

Therefore, she decided so when she gained strength. That's what I thought I should be, so I assured him I had to be. It must always be in your own spirit to rule the flesh. Never, the surrounding chain determines. We should overcome it. If you feel sorry for the current situation, nothing will change if you overcome it.

Swinging silver, silky hair divided into two rooms, the girl again stands in front of the Warcraft. Manipulating its gigantic body freely, once the magic of being jumped and defeated by a sword. From the tip of his hands and feet, Kalia Birdnick felt a strong cold rising.

"- But I can't expose myself."

I squeal like that. Somewhere in that word, there's even a mix of happy colors. Karia doesn't even notice that.

It is a difficult business to poke and slaughter the gap of a warcraft. What is inherently a large warcraft, etc., is something that is broken by multiple humans and traps, magic. Crossing swords head-on is no longer the only thing that exists in the world of knight tales.

But Kalia Birdnick ran toward the warcraft that still caused smoke to erupt from all over her body.

That's fine if you're a normal person, and that's fine if you're universal. But I'm Karia Birdnick. That's what he said. That's the rationale. I don't even know who it is. Speaking of which, I didn't even hear your name. An intruder who suddenly came from somewhere. He looks like a poor minister, and I can't flatter his fitness or his splendor.

But he gave that warcraft a blow. Though an ambush, I scratched the Warcraft to show it.

That's what I couldn't do. The guy said. He told me he couldn't do it.

- Entering between warcraft at a low like crawling on the ground. It is no longer a world of demons. Where you can't be insane, off the regular track. A white shadow thrust two ways, clawing beside his neck without respite.

Compared to the pig-shaped warcraft, which is inherently only capable of penetration, this large warcraft shows so much dexterity that it doesn't like it. Move your two-wielded fangs like your own hands and feet, and precisely cut out the space. With a clear intent to kill this one.

That is clearly different from the intent of a person to kill. I don't mind calling it the vicious will that the Warcraft possesses. It wasn't cruel or vicious or anything like that, but viciousness no longer existed. It was the only thing that boasted such a density that it led to the death of a vulnerable human being.

Buy time as you scratch your fangs and sometimes let them slide with a long sword. If you want this Warcraft to create a gap called breakthrough, you can't just take a break. I have to make him think that this one escaped because he couldn't stand it. Kalia continues to grasp the reward of her repeated fangs that plunder in front of her with her dance-like foot judgment. Sweat flies around and its splash pierces the white jaw.

My breath is lifting at last. For a few moments, with apnea, Karia is teething. The opponent is always in between Special Attacks. This one can't even pinch a blow in time. That overwhelming difference between the two blurs Kalia's health.

One - two - three. Karia tries to take rhythm and continues to sneak white flashes with her sword. Immediate death if rhythm goes mad. Immediate death even if the interval changes. But the enemy doesn't do it. Karia understands that because even as it is, she will die. If they take away their health, they will soon lose their temper. If you try to be a warcraft, it's a good story if you keep pushing until then. While every blow is a special ferocity, that action is only an act to hunt down the prey.

Having licked it off, Kalia overtook her head, which she could barely afford to think. But naturally. I am no longer an enemy to them. It's just a prey to keep wasting resistance. Now, for now.

One - two - three. One - two - three. Get the rhythm. Don't break the interval. If you die here, you can't die. The white jaw eats the space again and scratches Kalia's silver hair.

"One - two - three!

One foot backwards, jump. Don't stop. Jump back one more time and put your long sword on your hips. Leave shoulder movements to breathe.

For the Warcraft, it's just an escape. The fact that the prey became intolerable and finally just chose his own path to death.

Until now it has been. Keep it up, it must be.

The warcraft was absolutely confident, and from a special setup that plunged both forelegs into the ground, he thrust his jaw up and forward.

The flash, it runs. A silver flash swept beneath the Warcraft's chin, putting in a tight line by the entire neck. That's blinking. Exactly a flash of sight. The world still doesn't understand who moved and what happened.

But for a few moments. The spot was painted red. The Great Warcraft gives a friendly bloodbath from its neck, can't even give a curse cry, and dies. Warcraft doesn't understand. He who inherently has an absolute advantage and should have unleashed a blow of certainty falls to the ground and takes his life.

And a prey who was only dying, stained with blood by its long sword, stands on the spot as a winner. Without understanding everything, the Warcraft lost its life.

What sounded after the roar of the Warcraft falling and lying was a laugh that didn't even make Karia Birdnick's voice. That's the only way she could figure out how to express the emotions that flooded into her. Laughing, his eyes are filled with tears.

Now undoubtedly my martial arts are about to reach it in heaven. These two hands understood everything. I couldn't help but be glad. But the feeling is lost little by little. The feeling of torn flesh without resistance, or the palatability of a blow that seems supreme. That was so regrettable, so sad, that Karia Birdnick was laughing and weeping.

After finishing a glimpse of his emotions, Karia finally calmed down, turning around a little proud and happy.

I thought you saw that. Yes, I'm Karia Birdnick. Like you said, we did it. You're the first witness to this, and I'm honored to hear it.

It was a complicated mood. Kalia doesn't have the purity to hold a straightforward fondness for the first man she thought was blurry. But at this time, undoubtedly, she had an interest in him and some respect.

Yeah, you haven't even heard the name. Ask him his name, where he belongs, and where he is based. Why, oh, he had knowledge of the Warcraft. And how do you know your name? The interest is endless.

Unspeakable thoughts, when Karia turned around with a grin.

- There was no one there. Only the carcass of the Warcraft rolls.

Karia Birdnick's cheeks trembled in distortion, unable to contain the overflowing emotions.