A Wish to Grab Happiness

At a time when the voice of the Virgin rocked the battlefield in a daunting manner. The silver light that swung at me when I didn't tap my skull cracked trembled in agitation for a moment.

First time. For the first time, a gap was created in the way Valianne stood. That's just for a breath or so. Besides, this relying sword has been bounced off, and there is no longer a murder weapon in this hand.

But enough. It's past enough. That moment on the battlefield is better than gold.

"- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

A barbaric voice that rips off your nerves with your bare hands.

Flip your body and move your shoulders. He wielded his entire body to gain momentum, forcing his right arm, which was no longer likely to be powerful, to slap him into Varianne's throat. Moments, my ears catch an unpleasant, very unpleasant sound.

This is no longer the use of arms. Just the very way you treat tools as murder weapons.

Ri, and the unpleasant feeling of meat engulfing the toe, and the heat of the finger itself bouncing off, is transmitted through the right hand to the brain marrow.

At the end of his gaze, his fingers broke and he seemed to pierce Varianne's neck with his bones and nails. On the right hand is pulsating a distorted sensation that can no longer even be pain.

What a suck. It's not a move that people can show you. Isn't this the Dobrat fight itself in the back street, this?

In front of him was Valianne's face, which gave birth to her hand from her throat. Spit blood out of her mouth like a whimper, and she throats, squealing.

I guess that esophagus is already damaged. Just breathing should run a lot of pain.

Let's make it easier now.

When I came to think of it, I saw Valianne. This is the first time I've seen her face face to face. Besides that, we've barely even had a conversation. I don't know anything about her.

But still, when I looked into the uninterrupted eyes of the light, I understood. This guy must be here for some big will. I came to the battlefield to get something.

From the nostalgia, take out the only remaining knife with your left hand. I could see Valianne swallowing her body as she ate her teeth and dripped blood from its lips.

I want to live. To die is foolish, and this guy hasn't even admitted defeat yet. An enemy finger pierced his throat, and the light hasn't gone out of his eyes.

I don't know her. I'm sure there's nothing you'll ever know. You can't possibly know what she fought for and what she betrayed us for. What I found out about this temporary encounter is disrespectful behavior.

So I'll kill you here.

Slashing its neck and choosing its blood. Whatever Valianne was willing to do. Whatever reason she had. As a courtesy of the battlefield, kill her.

With his left hand, he slowly lifted the knife. Weird, heavy. It may not have been the first time I felt a knife heavy.

As it was, from the side of Varianne's neck, he pushed the blade out, trying to force her to decide on the cervical spine.

I pulled away the fibers, choosing the flesh, choosing the bones with the nerves at the tip of the blade, feeling.

Blood spilling, black. I wasn't even sure what I was anymore. I just feel a finger sticking in Valianne's neck hurting as if she bit me.

- Valianne's eyes seemed to be staring at something else, not me, until the very last time she lost that light.

The moment her body loses power and becomes heavy, shame strokes the back of her chest.

I don't know. I don't know anything about the elf in front of me. Whether it was a trip once or this time. There was no such thing as knowing his life or his will.

But I thought. Deep in my chest, I shrugged. Nothing else, myself, like a former fialert.

If this had been Hert Stanley, I'm sure this woman would never have died.

If he was his hero, he would have known the art of saving even the traitor's girlfriend. With its strength, it may have reached out to salvation with a great vessel. Instead, maybe he didn't even make you betray him.

None of this, after all, is just a prediction. In the end, it can't happen. Even so, deep in my gut, I feel it as if it were true.

After all, I'm not a brave man or a hero.

"... thank you, Virgin. I thought I was gonna die alone in the end. Well, he died on this street again."

From behind, I was hearing footsteps. It must be Mattia, the Virgin, who sounded her voice earlier. Yeah, this place is a battlefield. I don't have time to soak up the sentiments and comfort my heart.

Big, I leaked my exhale out of my mouth and managed to crush that word, it was a moment.

"... hey, I was the Virgin. You didn't know. And, what, die alone at the end of the day? What, you lost your life?"

At the very least, the voice of a fialert poking at the back of his ear with a plethora of emotions that cannot be said to be good. Looks like he's even starting to carry some magic around, that voice.

Right, I see. I felt an unpleasant sweat crawling through my forehead.

Sure, if you're immersed in sentiment, it didn't seem to be.

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"You're a bottomless fool. As long as you can see the bottom, it's better to have a bunch of idiots still spreading through the world."

Karia tells me with her lips pointed that if it was me, there would be no next time.

For the first time in a long time, I felt those silver eyes pierce this body. I still feel like the core of my body is cold somewhere.

But even if I try to deviate from my gaze, now my black eyes are staring at this one very close. That's already, with emotions close to outrage.

Make it Kalia. Make it a fialert, and you say it's no more power to meet on the battlefield. Is it a remnant of your former journey that the back of your chest spits out something somewhere frightening? Or are you saying that something else is sprouting different emotions?

"Oh, no, of course it helped. And I wasn't willing to die for it. I was counting on survival."

"Yes, could it be true? Although there is no such thing as authenticity at all. If it's true, I hope you don't go away any more lightly as evidence, something that's too dangerous to look at."

I'm, like, hungry or something.

I don't suppose the Fialert one has removed the thought that this is a battlefield right now. At what time, the pursuit of words is intense. I'm not trying to let go of me anywhere with that gaze on my arm. I even feel a strange danger.

Of course, there are only a few moments on the battlefield where we can have such a mindless conversation.

The Knights of the Crest were only ever strong enough to keep their health warm. And yet, they are experiencing battlefield. I wonder if there is a difference between heaven and earth from an elf soldier who has this as his first battle.

The soldiers Varianne had taken would have been disputed, but pulled away like the Knights of the Crest had lost momentum just by winning. The numbers are overwhelmingly negative.

Until the next unit is ready, that, for a moment.

But this isn't going to happen next. With Valianne's soldiers at bay, Largeyas' main unit, ready to go, should storm. Although the crests are strong, the number does not extend very far to the soldiers of the elves. There is no way to make decisions that determine trends.

Besides that, the nature is bad, but the enemy side is willing to decide the battle very quickly. The momentum is too harsh. I very much don't think I'm anticipating a long war.

I don't know why. I thought time was on the enemy's side, but there are circumstances lurking somewhere that are not.

"So how long have you been falling in love with weakness?"

Mattia uttered her voice as if she had anticipated how it would go. As always, it sounds a lot like a voice. Overlap the words with a slight pointy lip.

"We don't have time for this anymore. Now here's the branch. Should we no longer see it as beneficial to fight, or should we storm it ready to step on thin ice? We only have to decide now."

That's exactly what Mattia said. A respite granted now. The judgment at this time can determine everything. And the end of this battlefield. The end is until the survival of a species called the Elves.

We should make a decision now. Should I pull or go? Even if I avoid the one called the decision, it will eventually come when it should come. Well, at this time, then.

"So, how is the Commander's Virgin's judgment?"

Shake your lips so that you lighten your words. For a moment Mattia sharpens her gaze to blame. What a tough thing to do. Words are too heavy, but they don't try to come out in the crowd that sinks into your heart. Moderately light, but just fine.

"... Rugis. What is your opinion, anyway, that you are again indulging in wickedness?"

The words surprised me somewhat by the boulders.

Mattia hated a human being named me, which she well understood on the road to Gaza. Well, how did you get my opinion? Unexpectedly, I tilt my neck.

"It doesn't make any deep sense. However, you have a lot of experience. I just want to be an ingredient for judgment. In that sense, yeah... credibility, too, from"

The Virgin's eyes stare at the end of the story briefly. His eyes seemed strangely powerful, and there was something oppressive about the one he saw.

But credit or whatever, it's an honor. From this body, where the word credit has always been foolish and few words or opinions have even been asked for, it would be an extra honor. After all, I don't know if my words really mean anything.

Move your jaw slowly so that you can do something about yourself.

"Naturally, I just have to go forward. I guess that's why you're here. At least I am."