A Wish to Grab Happiness

Blue-dyed iron reflects sunlight. The sabel jumped above the ground and ripped open the sky looking at Rugis' throat.

Lizards and their eyes, so called, twitch as they run blood. As I stared at the object of hatred, at this time, as I was determined not to take off the opportunity I had targeted.

Every time my jaw ache ran, I was angry enough to scratch the back of my chest. Every time I uttered words, I had hatred that could smash my teeth. It also all wounded itself disproportionately, this bastard died. The wrongdoing made him an indulgence with unwanted humiliation in his chest.

But it ends here, too. Lizard cheeks distorted, creating a grin.

There was a leak in the hallway, a conversation between Captain Hert Stanley and the goddess of war, Kalia. I didn't draw on the boulder for that detail, but I did hear one word.

- When an adventurer named Rugis appears in response to a crest raid.

The moment he heard it, the lizard grinned so tightly his cheeks. Excellent. That goddess of war has given herself an opportunity for revenge, for reward. Therefore, he fully affirmed the plot proposed by the young captain and, on the battlefield, followed its green appearance by killing his breath.

All to clear your own shame. To make the world right.

The rich are the rich at birth, and the poor are the poor at birth. And reversing that power relationship cannot be achieved. Something that spits in heaven, such as Shiro pointing his sword at the superior one. You can't keep people alive who don't care about it.

So he showed up. I want to compliment you on the great accomplishment. Proud of that untouchable talent, only that feat that put His Majesty the Young Captain on the ground. Behind the lizard's brain, one path emerges.

- You did a good job. Enough to live for Shiro. Then hang it in my hand and die good. That way, I'll be the captain next. You used to die like a rat.

And he fulfilled his vengeance, and even promised his prosperity. If I were captain, I would bounce back the crests, even among the disadvantages. Unfounded confidence becomes enlarged so that it is driven by exaltation.

The opponent is no longer full of creativity. It stays even moving. Normally, a measure that can be described as cowardice. But the other guy is just a dove rat. Killing one rat doesn't make any sense or cowardice. Later, just stick the sabel up its neck. His eyes clearly reflected the sight, it should have been.

The lizard and the deputy captain so called saw in the next moment is not the figure of Rugis, who grew a sabel over his neck. The sight of a full-blown Sabel was blocked by silver light.

Silver light, blows up. The long sword was as light as a conductor stick playing a melody, slamming and breaking the sabel. Like there was nothing difficult about it.

While keeping the core of the sabel amputated, still, the melody by Kalia's long sword will not stop. Rather, naturally, its sharp tip is directed at the bad guy who attacked Rugis, just as it should have been.

It is an instant event. Oddly enough, it was a light step. Large, the long sword pierces the eyes of a reptile, and chooses the brains that sit behind it. It's no longer a poke promised to be doomed.

Those giddy eyes moved at the end, staring at Karia and leaking a voice of despair.

"Why... you..."

As Karia let her voice reach her ear, her eyes floated the colour of contempt and her lips leaked a small exhalation.

"I don't even know the respect for the battle, Shiro. I'll just give you a letter of introduction to the gatekeeper of hell."

The thin wrist was twisted and the silver sword disturbed the cerebral cord itself.

So, over. All that's here anymore is Kalia and what's in the shape of someone who's stopped moving.

Karia turns to look at Rugis as she transforms the color contained in her eyes from scorn to exaltation.

"That was a dangerous place, Rugis. Well, then it's me who returned with merit. I'm sure you'd like me to talk to you about your work.

Stepping on the ground while avoiding the mannequin lying at his feet, Kalia will finally be able to keep that standing, standing beside Rugis. Very, very close, as you would say you can fall at any time to support that body without touching it.

But it's been a long time since I've seen one of those faces up close. Exhausted and full of creativity. There is no place for good ingredients, but there is brilliant power behind its eyes. Karia's cheeks broke off softly.

"Oh no... Kalia, you... you put me in place, dude"

The words, which were released as he clasped his cheeks, also shook a little bit of the spine of Karia the boulder, frightening. Rarely does that shoulder get smaller.

I don't know how big Rugis' suspicions are. It may be extremely slight, or it may be true. But apparently Karia rocked those silver eyes when she was not less sure of her own intervention about this one, about making Rugis betray his thoughts.

Besides, even if you don't know how close you are to the truth, Kalia can't deny the inquiry any more than her own intervention is true.

It's true that there are parts of it that look like that, even if it wasn't meant to be words, fits, etc. If so, Kalia's insistence on denying the word here is unacceptable. In addition, speaking falsely here would trample on such things as the sincerity and respect of Rugis, who trusted himself. That's all, I can't choose.

Karia moved her little lips, slowly choosing words.

"Say what. I told you. I think I'm moving to be our best. As a matter of fact, isn't this the best result - see, let's give him a victory embrace"

As it was, he held Rugis' body so as to cover his slightly trembling brows and lips. The deposited body felt strangely heavy because it no longer had little force in its entire body. But the weight also doesn't make a difference in comfort. Silver hair, as it represents emotion, shakes. In the chest, joy and anxiety filled the chest as they melted into each other.

A thin, white finger stood against Rugis' back. As it were, Karia hugs Rugis' body so hard that she wonders if her fingers have been sewn on her back. All the while, until Rugis' next word comes out.

Of course, Karia believes she made the best that she thinks she can.

The world will never recognize Rugis, even if, as originally planned, he made the crest an enemy and scratched off his chief. Get a small amount of honor. You will have a reputation that can be described as mercy.

But until then. There is no one in this small world who rightly acknowledges its merits. Such metrics do not exist in this world. If so, we must throw ourselves into a world that recognizes its merits. Therefore Karia threw him into the vortex of change.

I believe you're right. Karia is convinced that it is still the undisputed best. That's what he needed to do to make Rugis walk the path of glory.

But whether Rugis accepts it or not is another story.

At Karia's fingertips, I ran scared.

I might be rejected. You might be told that you didn't want this. When they say so, can they persuade him? Can you teach me that this is what I really need? When denied, what look does this obsession with burning breasts give? That was horrible for Kalia.

For a few moments, it was no longer felt by Kalia. The wind sounds, and slowly Rugis's words, zero.

"Not at all - Lord Knight doesn't work the way I want it to, hey. But, yeah, it's not bad. Rather, good. That's why I trusted you."

The voice may not have been heard from Rugis' mouth. It's like unloading one of the heavy baggage I've been carrying. Such a voice, like I was finally released from the heavy pressure I was stepping on myself.

"This result is outside and out of the assumption, but good. I feel strangely clear and sunny now."

So, heartfelt gratitude, Karia, yes, as soon as Rugis' lips were finished moving, strength was lost from its body. That must have been the limit already. Karia's skinny weight grew larger.

But I don't mind. Oh, rather, that's good. Excellent. Karia couldn't stop that look from loosening. You will be fortunate that no one has seen you. In its breasts, it makes no hesitation in blowing joyful feelings.

- Well, my choice, after all, is not a mistake. That's what's best.

As Rugis put it, this ending is a good place to go off from his original assumptions. It is not a stopover. You heard what I said. I said I was right to thank you. This man. Karia's silver eyes shudder and narrow.

Yeah, he's got no choice. I have not even received my reward for returning home with much credit. Very few words of labor. Really, I can't help it. I'm exhausted, so let's give him a break now. But don't forget it gets expensive, Rugis.

I will pave your way to glory. If so, it would be logical for you to give me the right one. Karia's side gave her a tingly grin, similar to what she once did. It's just the kind of demonic beauty that makes the air tremble.

Just like that, sooo, so. Kalia's eyes moved to an unfamiliar sword that would not try to get away from Sang-Rugis's hand even if he lost consciousness. In the midst of a duel with Hert Stanley, it was as if floating in space, to the hands of Rugis.

Kalia has a sense of its existence. Even so, though it's really just a guess.

An ancestral sword embedded in his body in the underground temple to save dying Rugis. More than likely, I can't consider anything else. It never occurred to me that the boulder would ever again manifest itself as a new sword.

To the name engraved on its beautiful, first-line purple running blade, Kalia accidentally rounded her eyes and gently leaked her exhale at the next moment.

Such a name should not have been engraved once. If so, was it engraved on him, though frown spit, that Rugis deserved it? It's a silly idea, but it would be a realistic one rather than a sword appearing abruptly in the universe.

A line of engraved words. If that's a word, a few meanings come to mind. He who stops the roots of the glorious breath, he also grabs the neck of honor. None of it is noisy. If I further said this, Karia rang her throat.

- The one who kills the hero. Hero killer.

Karia narrowed her silver eyes when she said it was a cause and effect name.

As such, hold its body even stronger. Running over with a distorted look on this one, a magician named Fialert or something. Show her that you are the owner of this one.

The Gospel War, its prelude. The victory of the walled city of Gallu Amalia's defensive battle rolled into the hands of the crests.

Until now, a city that has never written the letter of its fall disappears through this time with its legend.

It was this falling play that became the hands of the demons dragging the nations into the vortex of war. One rebellion, this battle, which was limited to ending in conflict, raises the ranks to the Great Rebellion, War, and runs up the stairs of outrage.

No longer can anyone stop me. The anchor was lifted, and the ship rowed into the stormy ocean. Its sails and nets were all taken away, and everyone lost sight of the route to be taken.

There is no more evil or justice here, just the resentment of the common people who suffer every day and the voices of the soldiers who celebrate victory.

- Two names were inscribed on the Archdiocesan record as its history was drunk by the Great Storm.

One is Mattia, a woman known both as the Virgin and the Witch. As a symbolic man in the Gospel War, he pursues his neck to the nations.

If someone calls themselves the deputy of God, someone screams that they are witches who bewitch people. Even in the past history, its name remains the same.

Thus, as I add, the presence of another young man becomes exposed. Until then, it was as if it had not appeared on the tabular stage, its name.

The name was sometimes spoken with more hatred on the part of the Catholic Church than Mattia.

At the time of the fall of Galuamaria, a rebel, in his capacity as a citizen, but with the hands of the crests. A vicious and treacherous man who fanned slum dwellers to the tip of a cliff that collapsed.

Big Sinner. God fearless. The one who took the devil's hand. He must have embedded everything in his devilish brain from start to finish.

Naturally, the name is also inscribed on the record of the crests. That's not as grand as the Catholic side, it seems to be a crest teachings pursuing wisdom and truth, just to connect facts.

- His men, great success in the battle of the walled city of Gallu Amalia. First name, Rugis.