''Hahaha, we'll have to think about the future direction for now, right?
''Ha ha, or rather, you really jumped out with no plan, didn't you?
The truth of the past nine rewinds was that God granted Saint Mia's desire to "go on a romantic warpath in a fantasy-like world.
While raising and lowering the dumbbells, the Demon King and Chi-Tenshi proceeded to discuss more and more.
It seems that there are other cases in the world where we are forced to do such unreasonable work. We were so preoccupied with the penalty that we pretended not to see it even though we knew God was in trouble. But I think there are some people out there who are looking into it instead of trying to brush off God's mistakes.
"You mean, like internal audit?
"I don't know, but... My boss and my buddies are getting tired of serving God and the workplace is falling apart. And what we want here is the power from the outside. I think there are other angels who are struggling like us, and I think the ones who have turned a blind eye to the fact that they don't want to stick their necks in a mess will wake up when they are prodded by the outside world.
"We're like a war of mourning for our ancestors, so it's fine. The people who think that all they have to do is to be wrapped up in a long thing, and they will not move unless they know that the long thing itself is far worse than they imagined.
It's pretty wishful thinking that there's an angel out there somewhere who's burning with a sense of mission.
But otherwise, Maddirol stressed, there was no explanation for the fact that only Ally was able to remember the past nine times, that the second and subsequent times were digested to alleviate her suffering somewhat, and that she was able to get through the tenth time.
'If you want to do the right thing as an angel, you have to be great,' he said. But I'm an angel of the end world, so I can't do that any time soon. I've been pent up with so much pent up resentment that I've reached my limit, but I thought I'd start a revolution from the bottom up. I thought my body would explode if I left St. Mia's place, but I didn't, so I guess there are people with hearts at the top as well.
The story is so full of ups and downs that it's impossible to understand it correctly. Even without thinking about it again, it's pretty complicated and off the charts.
"This tenth time, I feel some kind of mighty power that is neither light nor dark. I don't know if it's the muscles at all, but people's will and wishes are going against the grain. Muscle is the result of hard work, you know. I thought you might be able to see that kind of thing.
The Angel of Light is that, isn't it, and it's really a superior viewpoint. I think it's shit from the bottom of my heart.
"Don't say that, because unlike you free-spirited people, we're tied up too tightly...
As she listened to the conversation between Abel and Maddirol, Allie sat in her air chair and thought about a lot of things. I really don't know what's going on, but I'll just have to do my best in a way I don't know.
＜Well, it's true, muscles aren't given to us. It's something I've worked hard to create. I wonder if I can understand the explanation that it goes against the plot that Saint Mia wants...
Yeah, I'd like to see his substandard muscle (Maximilian) face. I want to see it so badly. Just as I was wondering if he'd come home early, but I'd be embarrassed because I was so sweaty, the conversation between Abel and Madilor took an outrageous turn.
'When it comes to revolution, you need a maiden to be your bannerman. Will you stand up, Saint of the Darkness?
I agree with you, but then you should be able to use recovery magic as soon as possible. Just because you guys are good at attack magic doesn't make a saintly girl any tougher.
I have a feeling that I can go. After a few more days of strength training, I'm sure I'll be able to pull off the dark healing spell.
"You're really great. I wonder if there is such a thing as a mongrel powerhouse, even though he doesn't have an elite bloodline, he's even become a demon king.
Is that so? I mean, I can't keep up with a lot of things, but I'd like to be a Saint of Darkness if I could! I don't care if I turn into an alien anymore or if my soul falls into the demon world!
Abel didn't stop his hands from raising and lowering the dumbbells, but looked intently into Allie's eyes and smiled sweetly.
I've already found out, so I'm going to say this, but I just purely want Ally to be happy. It's not like being a Demon Lord, is it? So, I don't need a soul, and I don't think I'm going to make them this side of my blood.
It's also purely fun to work out," Abel continued with an even more carefree smile.
''Oh, it looks like it's about time for the Crown Prince to return to the West Wing. You look quite tired, so you should greet them. Me and Madilor will be doing a little more muscle training here.
The beautiful Demon King, who was inadvertently smitten, sent out his transference in the blink of an eye. Allie straightened her posture and, in a bowing gesture, lowered her head politely, straight down from her waist to her upper body.
I said "Thank you" from the bottom of my heart and raised my head, but it was already my room in the West Wing.