A Wish to Grab Happiness

"I guess the princess can really come"

A low voice dissolves in the dark. The slightest light from the candles shakes indoors.

As the voice propagated around him, a small hissing voice gushed out of the darkness. Their chest surrounded the table is weaker than the fire of a small candle placed on the table.

The place itself is like being on the sand. Everyone and he still have skepticism in their eyes and tremble their throats in the dark.

Its mind is still shaking, far from being determined. On the nerves the lid blinks again and again. Due to mundane emotional disturbances, the legs that went out before would be right back.

They needed a hang-up. There's a cut that will no longer scratch your chest with a knife and make up your mind about everything. Even in the invisible times ahead, there's a cut to get your feet ahead of you.

"Shh... be quiet"

Unexpectedly, a voice who often went through told him so. I don't know whose voice it is.

Several voices crawling out of the darkness from earlier, softly quieter. That's not because anything was spearheaded by that word.

In front of me, because I was looking at the light. Not candle-like light. Light glow, like springing on the spot.

Spirituality. Among them, it's especially high. The mystery of projecting oneself in a completely different place, even acting as if he were far away, forgiven only by those loved by the Spirit. That sight, also known as the end of a miracle.

Yeah, it's only in Gaza, no, in this world, that I can do this kind of miracle without her.

Everyone even stops spitting and doesn't try to make any noise. He opened his eyes, raised his ears, as if he were trying to engrave into his body all the miracles that had happened on the spot.

Grains of light accumulate and take shape as if they were collected in darkness.

That's how you can do it, the light glowing crystals are shaped as if they were puppets. It was undisputed, in the form of an elf.

"- disrespect with such a voice from such a shadow. Can you hear me?"

That grin, which I saw in the dark, lit by the lights, must be more beautiful than the moonlight. Yes, make everyone think.

Their numerous minds were swallowed by a great stream here. I made up my mind to squeal in the back of my chest.

Follow the princess of the Reiki Elf, and shake Gaza, ruled by the old Elf, the evil Finn, and Largeas, back to the good old days. Swear to my heart that's the undisputed right thing to do.

"-Thank you. I swear by the name of my Eldis and the noble blood that flows through me, and bless you all."

My shoulders are getting paralyzed. He exhaled gently, strapped his shoulder, fixed his posture and finally calmed down.

When you say you just hurt your shoulder and hand, but it hurts again, you're too dumb. I'm sorry about the boulder.

A powerless human body, no, an elf's body, so what do you call it? Whatever it is, it breaks my bones to be able to hold all of Eldis's weight right now.

Instead of losing all consciousness, he creates his own phantoms in remote areas. This seems to be one end of the wisdom and spirituality that Eldis has given him. The first time we saw her, she was just a phantom, too.

In witchcraft, I remember hearing that it was near impossible to create a statue or something away from me.

That, instead of this tower, created a phantom in the woods far from Gaza, so I guess that no longer equals divinity. I see, the Spirit's beloved and that's what they call it.

But can't you handle this boulder?

Unexpectedly narrow his eyes to the attitude of holding Eldis' body from his back. She said that when dealing with phantoms, they become utterly defenseless, and they need someone to protect them or the situation they have. I don't know. I think I should lay down in bed, but that doesn't work.

If you look closely, Eldis' eyes narrow, blush, and her lips shake. He's dealing with phantoms, no doubt about it.

Eldis should be at the designated Elf's rally point by now. In this Gaza, a valuable patron. Material that serves as Eldis's arm and foot. Without their cooperation, we will also remain escaped from this tower.

Therefore, we need to make sure that we succeed tonight. I also told Erdis a few things for that reason.

But still, anxiety is still smoking this chest. Whatever, in the old days, they're the elves who didn't take action. They embraced Finn Largeas' rule as it were.

If so, just because there was a hang-up called Eldis doesn't mean that anyone or he would reach out. Besides, the species Elf is often long in nature due to its longevity. A little after them is often 10 years and 20 years later.

Therefore, there are times when we can't interact well with people who are rushing to win.

But either way, it won't be a light story.

Then, with the elf princess in her arms, she must wait on an hourly basis for a few dozen minutes, if she is bad.

Second, the back of my brain shakes for a second. I blinked my eyes.

Never before have I stared so closely at her, Eldis' face. Even if it can't be called far-sightedness, the opportunity to see it clearly would not have existed before.

Whatever, it was horrible, but it was poisonous to my eyes. The sculpture and the creation of so many faces is a crystal of beauty that if I were you, I wouldn't be able to see it. Even though it's good to make, it's royal. Protected and heated in the greenhouse, the undisputed princess.

Unexpectedly, I sigh. When it comes to the body touching each other, it's inferiority that scratches the mind rather than inferiority that floats in the chest.

That's what I've been feeling. Ever since I was on a journey, ever.

This guy, Eldis, has been royal since he was born. Adored from all around, even if he is thrown into prison, he is required to be honored.

Because of its position, it will weigh. Because of your position, you may have chest pains.

But that's what happened. That's what it is. Isn't that good? If anything you can be proud of runs through your body from the day you were born.

Recently, anxiety bursting through my chest was about to erupt on this quiet, just waiting scene. In the tower, the sound of the wind doesn't even try to sound.

I'm trying to take Kalia's hand, pull in the fialert, and put her on the palm of my hand right now to the princess of the elf. Yeah, it's a big deal from what I once was. Big deal, even if you're a scoundrel.

Even that hero, Hert Stanley, rewarded his opponent with one arrow. Even though it dates back to this era, it's too good for me.

Yeah, for me, yeah.

Unexpectedly with his teeth, he bites off his lips.

No matter how far I scratched my feet, no matter how far I reached out to my samurai, something that could never be wiped off remained a black stain on my chest.

That's something that can't be overridden in any way. Something that has been determined since the time raw was given. In other words, your identity at birth. What blood is flowing through this body? Just one thing.

The fact that this is a rat who has split blood from the ghetto and grew up with dob dirt as a nanny cannot change how far back it is.

No matter how far I go, I will never stand on the same level as they envy me. It's the difference in talent, the difference in blood flowing through it, the difference in birth.

Blood born and flowing through this body. What a hard difference to override.

So I think. No matter how well I do it. No matter how lucky I am. At the end of the day, I was wondering if they, them, would all go up there.

A muddy, sticky emotion sticks to the back of his gut for hours.

Nagging. Such nagging thoughts are bewildering Kalia, calling Fialert a companion from the bottom of her heart.

I understood. Karia and Fialert, that they have at least the emotions that wouldn't be bad for this nongenius. From what I once thought, it's incredibly comfortable. It is one joy and one agony.

How can you accept it? Based on what, take it. I know. I will soon be disappointed. Sooner or later, they'll see through the bottom of it and push it down.

I'm nothing but a petitioner now. With the wisdom we've gotten ahead of ourselves, we just keep hitting the forefront. It's just that many ordinary people. There is no basis for favoring them.

Still, I just have to scratch my feet. Even if you don't know what's ahead. I just didn't like giving up, that's all. In the depths of my mind, while I remember the limits of genius somewhere.

There was zero blood coming from her lips, which were too strong and smudged. Red, very red blood.