A Wish to Grab Happiness

I don't know what the elves call the place, but if we're going to fix it to human language, we can call it the Royal Palace.

Is it pouring water overflowing from the mountains, the small rivers never stop the momentum and the surroundings are overflowing with the smell of water? Among the gardens of the air, majestic, but everywhere beautiful, the building was.

Perhaps there is their king, Finn, here. When I welcomed him, did he say so?

"... oh, no. This guy's a big treat again."

The words, whining unintentionally, disappear as if shaken by the wind.

Silver brilliance poked at me and Mattia and the others. Dozens of bows and arrows and spear tips are pointing this way. Could it be that the sky was close, or strangely the iron glow felt faint?

Weird. Why, I didn't notice. Bite your cheeks in enough numbers to completely surround your surroundings. He glanced toward Kalia and Fialert. In a slight move to avoid wasting vigilance on the surrounding elves.

The colors of the silver and black eyes both indicate negation. That's what he said when he realized he wasn't there. Well, if so, it wasn't such a dumb conclusion that I was surrounded by distractions.

If so many of them were lurking around, I honestly would have noticed. If you didn't realize it wasn't just me, but even the talented ones, there's a good chance there's some kind of trick in place.

Bite and bite your lips to blame yourself for not realizing it. Move your eyes quickly, but nowhere is it going to fall out of sight. With one rat, if he tried to get out, he could be skewered and desperate.

I desperately forgive my heart, which is about to be torn apart by agitation, and open my mouth, as if I had expected. At the end of his eyes, the silver tip was brilliant.

"- So this must be a welcome for the elves. What comes out next. I wonder if the warcraft I come across on the road will even do the art. I'd love to see you."

Try to make room, whenever possible. Look into the eyes of the elf in front of you, tapping lightly. For a moment, but frightened, I could see that his eyes swayed. I have eyes that look at foreign objects, but they look at me.

Fine, this is a harvest. I see they elves do have feelings of fear, too. Excellent. You proved it wasn't just a monster.

A voice came from the side of the royal palace, as if to scold me for loosening my cheek.

"Stop wasting your resistance. You are no longer captives. We've also reached Garrist, the country of man."

Soon reinforcements will arrive, the voice said, as if he was a little good at it.

Garrist, my eyelids shake unintentionally on that word.

I see we've chosen the worst option. I no longer thought there was anything on Garrist's side that I could suggest to join hands with the elves. Besides, try to hit the lead on this one.

Tastes bad. Very bad. I don't even know what happened to the boulder, but it's unexpected. I don't see what I should do next.

An elf dressed in armor that raised his voice and appeared slightly superior to the interior of the royal palace.

Perhaps she is the captain. I guess he's the commander of the elves surrounding him. A face full of confidence is a testament to that. Oh, what a hateful face I am.

But I can no longer get my hands on it in this situation. If you take even one step, they're bound to rip this meat off with a silver murder weapon.

Even if you resist, you cannot cause your opponent to suffer defeat wounds. Precisely, while they lose some of their hands and legs, they are bound to kill us. That's all there is to it.

Okay, here we go. Another crossing? How can it not be that the instrument plays the tone but everything works? I slowly bit my back teeth and put a light signal in my rear hand so they wouldn't see me.

"So, King of Elves... Finn Largeas said to welcome us, and that's what I heard, is the king of Elves the one who breaks his vows?"

Hiddenly, he felt a cold sweat licking his spine.

Desperately suppresses the possibility of rough exhalation, tying the heart that is likely to roll its body into tension.

No. Here, you can't just get caught. Honestly, it's not like they have a promise in their words. It is also possible that the word garrison was just pinched in the ear somewhere because it is a big country.

But if it is true that they are joining hands with Garrist. If that is the worst case scenario, being held captive here means the end of it all.

If so, at all, pull it off. We just have to find some opportunity and take time away from them. Something, nothing. Words that will break their feet.

"Shut up. Our Finn is a great man. You do not take oaths with humans."

A sword that reflects the colors of the trees and looks dark green. The captain's elf screams as if to pull it out of his waist and represent a fierce rage. The brilliance and animosity of the tips surrounding him strengthened more so that he could gain momentum. Oh, I felt that.

I leak a soothing breath in my chest.

Well, that's who you're talking to. Then I can buy you some time. Come on, look. Where are they, their ankles? I have to drag him into the swamp. Lips, open.

"Right...... I see, fine. Well then, I'd like to ask the great Finn for one message, but I wonder if you could listen."

I say it in a somewhat strange voice, not as loud as I've ever been, like tapping a light mouth somewhere.

I hear the elves are basically proud of themselves somewhere deep in their hearts. Then I don't like, I shouldn't like, just not listening to words unilaterally and ravaging everything with force and authority.

No, of course, the princess of the elf I know. I think it was a big exception when it came to her. But I can also draw attention to making that woman the epitome of an elf. Somewhere, not just because she was the kind of woman whose head was all broken, that one.

Spin the words slowly, slowly. Like postponing time, even for a second or a few moments. Oh, please. Just make it.

And an elf, who was captain, made his nose sound, and said,

"Yeah, I don't mind. That's what rains like, Finn's mercy. But... I can't impress you with what you're doing in hiding."

At the same time as that word - Hyun - Hyu, and the sound of cutting the wind into two pieces, strikes the ear. That's both, the sound of the bow gaining momentum and releasing an arrow.

What lies ahead of the track was predictable. He was practicing magic trying to hide behind my back, Fialert. I see, this level was still a prospect. No, naturally. At all, since when have I become great enough to insult my enemies?

That was no longer close to reflection. The moment silver plunders the edge of his sight, he protrudes his body from arm to arm. Outside of my thoughts, such as whether or not I'll make it. Just something to move, naturally.

The next thing I ran was the shock of just stitching my left hand to the ground. That's what I thought from the depths of my heart when I was ripped off my arm itself.

Uninterruptedly, his right shoulder swallowed iron as a delight. My body, blows away as I let my flesh bounce. My vision wobbled violently, and I could see the deep greenery of the forest and the blue of the sky, the blood mixing together.

Pinching several shocks, the shake calmed down and it was time for a serious sight to return to my eyes, and I finally realized I was lying on the ground.

Of the left hand, no sensation. No, the very object called the left hand is hard connected. Countless fibers and muscles broke, and shock and paralysis don't even hurt now.

Therefore, I understood only the foreign body well. Piercing his left hand, he pierces Sang's arm as if he were trying to eat it, an arrow. And his right shoulder swallowed iron into him, and he hid himself in his body.

Blood was gaining so much momentum that it was breaking the shackle of the body and popping out.

"Rugis - Huh!?

Fialert's, I can hear you. White enough to cover the perimeter at the next moment. No, this is fog.

Though I was wondering if they could secure as much means of escape if Fialert would wield the world with sorcery. I see. Did you use the water that was overflowing around you?

This would give me some blind eye. Hopefully, everyone, including Kalia and Mattia, could escape.

- Oh, even so. I don't think I can handle this injury.

My left arm is no longer lifting. Drag that, and I'm not even going to be able to move. Still no sense of equilibrium returns, and blood flows from the wound.

How could this happen? I wasn't expecting this. Outside, that elf captain is also remarkable. Again, my drawings didn't roll that easily.

Don't die. You'll die. Even if they let you live, if the elves catch you, that's it.

- Oh, my God, it's weird. I used to think that I wouldn't mind dying at any time.

In the white fog-wrapped vision, at the end, something passed the edge of the vision.