A Wish to Grab Happiness

Brave man. Strong above all, one who helps weakness and crushes great evil. God's favorite.

Grandpa, he did ride the name. Sole was baptized by the Catholic Church, and only those who received the title could be named two names.

Indeed, was it decades ago that the Catholic Church last produced the brave? Well, if that's the case, Grandpa, it's not surprising that Richard-Permilis was once given the title of brave man. Around the age. I don't think I can believe it.

Anyway, he says that what is chosen as a brave man is one who honors morality and values justice. If you look at Richard-Permilis, he's quite the opposite. Was the eye of a former Archdiocesan priest or pope a milestone?

Or, back in the day, Richard-Permilis could have been such a good person too. No, you idiots. Even woodstone sounds like a laugh.

Besides, Richard-Permilis would be the brave one now, but I don't know what, but it doesn't matter. No matter how you scratch him, only the fact that you have to scratch his neck here is on the battlefield.

With unparalleled momentum, the enemy soldiers push their spears in this direction repeatedly. The silver spearhead increased its bitter intent to kill, reflecting the sunset cedar.

Immediately, two or three of the surrounding crest soldiers turned into meat. There were signs of stopping the heartbeat as they held the spear in its belly and devoured it.

In its dense deathly odor, he steps out scratching his feet and kicks the earth.

Feeding on the sacrifice of the crest instructor, he jumped to the feet of Richard-Permilis, holding the treasure sword in both hands. The enemy is still on the horse. No matter how hard you wave the treasure sword, it won't arrive very well. But that's why I didn't even have time to be on my feet.

Five seconds. If we can't finish everything in five seconds, we're done. Just die, we all die for granted. It's not worth anything, it doesn't make any difference. I'm sorry about that.

Crawl the sword tip of the treasure sword into the orbit you once saw.

That blow that Kalia once broke off a soldier on a horse with a garrison. I'm not going to be able to do anything about it, copying the boulder as it is. But if it's enough to crawl that track, to the extent that I hang my finger on that horizon I admired, if any.

Within that moment waving the treasure sword, your fingertips groan. The spine penetrating the whole body makes a clearly distorted twist. The sight of some of the muscles bouncing off was in my head.

The purple sword, instantly. The orbit of the sword tip depicted is incomparable with Kalia's refined and beautiful flash. So I guess, that wiggle didn't break the horse's neck like Kalia once did, it just ended up snapping the neck bone of a military horse and bending it in a distorted direction. I have a disgusting sensation of choosing big meat on hand.

An unpleasant sound of a broken bone struck me in the ear. A military horse, hissing, bleeding.

- One second.

The military horse collapses screaming, then swings the blade to be returned with full force to where Richard-Permilis would be.

Vision was painted on the horse's blood and he didn't catch anything. So I was just relying on my instincts and one certainty, waving my sword.

Richard-Permilis. If he was a horse, he'd be throwing it away and waving his sword this way, I believe.

Gi, Gin.

There was a sound of iron and iron joining together hard. Sparks flash and blink. I take the sword that I have lifted, but the black sword appears out of my bloody sight.

- Two seconds.

Wearing grey armor, the figure lightly handles a black sword that can be called a great sword. The eye, which is no longer a mass of intent to kill, looks to this side.

After all, I was there. My spicy master, Richard-Permilis. In the meantime, the swords arrive at each other.

There were no more words. On the contrary, I don't even breathe. The moment I sucked up my exhale, the moment I leaked my breath. I understood without anyone having to tell me that during that slight blink there would be a split between victory and defeat and life and death.

The treasure sword and black sword remain overlapping, biting the back teeth. I don't have time to push the blades together. The more time passes, the more time remains on the enemy's side. Richard-Permilis should be looking to buy some time too.

I twisted my wrist and unwrapped my sword. There's a little room between me and Richard.

I tried to step in between that, moments. A bursting sore appeared in his left eye and his upper body turned back.

- Three seconds.

"Heh, gah!

Richard-Permilis' right fist was stuck in my face. As I lay back, my breath leaks. Thoughts stopped for a moment on the shock of blurred vision and rocking the cerebral cord itself. If you indulge, your whole body is going to lose its strength. A sharp pain, as if he had been crushed through his skull, runs all over his body.

In that way, there is no way my master would forgive such a momentary gap. There was Richard-Permilis with a black sword at the end of his blurred and sumptuous vision.

I see, apparently, there's no rush to dare buy time over there. I'm only thinking about cutting off the other side of the heart with the intent to kill it.

Kill any joint venture. What a brave gesture. Wonderful, just the way a great hero is.

Oh, my chest shakes with joy. Richard-Permilis, whose master was out of reach, is now coming to kill me with his full power. There is nothing more honorable than this.

There are surely countless people in this world who speak ill of Richard-Permilis. Some will be deceived, some will be fallen. Some people once grabbed the glory and called themselves fools who abandoned it.

But to me, Grandpa must be an undisputed hero. You saved me from the bottom of the mud. I couldn't help it. It was a rat. It gave me wisdom. I'm sure if it weren't for you, I wouldn't even burn my chest in longing, I'd just be dead all over the mud.

Oh, so. I held the treasure sword firmly with both hands. A ray of purple electricity rises from the blade of the treasure sword. The name of the hero killer sparkled.

- Four seconds.

So die here. Be the master of my life, the great wall itself.

Richard-Permilis' black sword snipes at my left shoulder, breaks my heart as it is and breaks the sky. The treasure sword while facing the ground is not very strong, but it is unlikely that it can be intercepted. And you didn't fall for me.

Intuition told me. I can't go beyond my own master. He's acting like such an ordinary person stained, and Richard-Permilis is not a sweet person enough to be transcended.

If I leave here, I will never be able to reach my master again. Then there is no longer but one limb to be formed.

Remembering the feeling of the black sword breaking the air, shake up the treasure sword directed to the ground, from the bottom right to the top left, with full force. Never to protect yourself. Just a swing to break Richard-Permilis' body.

Die, good. I don't mind. If you can't cross one of your masters, there's no point in having this limb or the heart pulsing. If it's enough to lose all meaning and go back to those days when I couldn't get one of them again, I'd rather be dead.

Black and violet flashes painted a smooth line inside the battlefield. The barbaric voices and battlefield music that should have struck my ears scattered, at some point, had become much more distant.

- Five seconds.