Instant Messiah

"No, wow. Wow. I've never ridden anything called a dragon rider before, but it's fast. It looks sturdy and powerful, and it's a better ride than a horse or something."

"That's why you're making me do it! You were born out of your mouth!

"Both of you! I need to get busted. Ah, be quiet!

Mr. Gallon's anger sounded, as he watched the gladiators teeth against it and beat him down.

- Oh, I remember.

Speaking of which, Aroma and I seem to be pretty great among the Demons according to the previous information.

Mr. Gallon, who has a tattoo in his right arm as a Kingsguard directly from the Demon King, was probably driven out by that escort.

Aren't they both pretty great?

It's an honor to have you as a slave.

"Dear Gallon, Dear Gallon,"

"Don't call me proud, Shiro! It'll get dirty, though!

"Thank you for the bathroom."

"... I'm sorry to have to come down right now"

"The shackles in the back of my hand are getting in the way, and it's difficult."

"... I'll take them off, but you're not running away. If I show you that, you can't slit your neck with these nails."

That's what I said, he took the shackles off me.

You're licking human beings, so you can have this attitude.

Cholo. No, this guy.

I made up my mind. Let's take it in from this guy.

Shall we practice with this guy?

It's an exercise in loving the Demons.

I'm going to have to love all the shit that killed everyone.

Hey, Dear Tia.

Oh, it's not cheating.

There's only one person who likes me, isn't there?

Which is quick practice.

- Oh, Mr. Gallon, I want to moff.

Cute as a dog.

Though it seems the biggest insult to say a dog to a werewolf. Can-can, bark. Oh, sweetie.

I want to pepper.

Kuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

- Safely arrived in the demonic realm with a reputation for going and frightening and frightening home.

I mean, my butt hurts.

The shake is terrible and the smell is terrible.

How thick is the skin on the Devil's ass that the saddle hasn't even arrived?

It's a dragon ridden ride, isn't it?

Horses are the best after all.

When I got down with that in mind, the dragon I was riding was about to tease me in the face.

Damn it.

Well, that's how I got here, Demon King Castle.

It's the first time I've seen it, but it still looked like it wasn't much different from what humans made it.

Maybe it's for demons who can fly in the sky, though a lot of space was built upstairs instead of the departure site.

"Welcome home"

and other low-end demons who greet Mr. Aroma and Mr. Gallon with their mouths.

When you looked at me, you nodded your tongue.

It's not good, is it?

But Harpy spit on me once.

I'll snap.

I can't wipe my cheek because of the shackles.

Well, no, she was beautiful.

Rewards Rewards.

Hmm.

Oh, my God, where I was comforting myself with my loss.

"You're safe. You're back."

Cool, that's the sound of the bell that cut my consciousness.

A woman in a luxurious white dress suddenly emerged from the void.

Pure white wings. Long hair shining in silver.

White, clear skin everywhere.

It would be because of the strong, strong red eyes that burn rotten in it that you look like an angel but don't make that impression at all.

A nostalgic face.

Really, you said you missed it.

Hey, Dad, Mom, everybody.

The man who killed you is in front of me now.

The 'infinite' Christella, even rumored to have endless magic and be able to exercise magic forever if you care about it.

The leader of Diabolo, the organization with the strongest power in Demonic Agusta.

It seems that some of the demons have taken the Demon King's throne from each other, but they are among them and are undoubtedly known as the strongest, the King of the Unfalse Demons.

That girlfriend is in front of me now.

My revenge.

Enemy of man.

And my beloved woman.

I'm going to start, Kristera Vara Detra, the protagonist of the game using the world.

Do you remember me?

Oh, just a little, just a little thrilled.

"Welcome home Aroma. Thank you for the gallon."

"Oh, Princess, is this your immediate welcome?

"I told you not to be a princess. I happen to have some free time. Do you have anything to report?

"Hmm, not particularly this time. The details will be reported later, so I hope Your Majesty will see them in person."

"Okay... the humans there, for example?

"Yeah, it's your sister's toy. After all, we could only buy two."

"Fine. Elle was a little too spoiled, too. Which one, what kind of guys?

"Ruggedness comes with origami, how about... maybe your sister will break it soon? It's not worth seeing."

"Play, which... Hey Gallon, bring those two over here"

"Yes, ma'am!

"Stop being a lady, too. Raise your head, it's from you."

In response to that word, Gallon lifted the face of the big man next to me by pulling the collar chain.

"Shut up, you fucking demons! A godforsaken inferior species is not giving me orders!

"Well, you're alive. For the wild looks, don't you look like a devout Sarian? Then I guess you're here at God's service. Bandit collapse, anyway?

"Ugh! The only inferior species I've ever been after!

"Always this guy... humans only say similar things. I'll appoint you as Elle's playmate first, so it's an honor. Take someone."

"Ha."

"Hey, no! Damn it, 'idiot' Electra, or are you willing to feed on that monster! Let go, let go, you bastard!

A former gladiator who had resisted to the end, oh so you didn't even ask his name, okay, but he was dragged down with his arms suppressed by two demonic tribes, with an iron shackle in his back.

"Which, the other one... what, the line is a lot thinner. Elle won't be satisfied with this either. Few places to eat even as livestock."

"I left it to a specialist vendor."

"Fine, that's a few things. Show me your face."

There he is. Let's make it look like a romantic reunion.

"It's been a while. Do you remember me?

"Rude!

That's what I said, and Cristella kicked me in the face.

Did you just treat him like that?

"... Shoot my neck in the direction of the day after tomorrow! Super, excitin!

"Something I don't understand!

I tried to communicate again without meowing, but they kicked me again as well... give me a break.

No, is that my fault?

I'm sorry, Master Tia.

I wonder if this broke my neck bone.

It hurts but it hurts.

But no, because I saw pants.

Is it white, is it pure and good?

Well, maybe other colors make it clear.

Whatever, it's a treat.

"Shiro, who told you to open your mouth! Crazy, human, etc..."

"... Your Majesty?

"... aroma. Keep this guy in the dungeon. Later, I'll teach you the rest straight away. Before Elle breaks it."

…… I get it. Mr. Gallon, please. "

... My jaw is grabbing. Nice kick, Demon King.

It's not romantic, it's a mazo-histic reunion.

Isn't that nice? Nothing. You're still going to take it back.

I think she remembered me.

You don't have to be so naughty about this.

and the neck chain is pulled as much as you want.

It hurts, don't.

"Olah, follow me! Don't be rude to your daughter and think you can do it!

"Ashinaga - Master Gallon. Reflect."

"... Hey, human. Seriously, you gotta be kidding me. I'm gonna kill you."

Ha ha.

Try to kill him.

Try to kill him.

Everyone who spoke to me like that was stronger than me, but they all died before me.

If you die playing with this much, there's no place like this, at all.

Ha ha.

"... Ew, that smells nasty. You."

"I wanted to be floral, but I couldn't even let you take a bath."

"No, you smell like a corpse. It doesn't even smell like blood... it smells like rot."

"Alan, are you one of the demons at some point? How much does a living dead pay you?

Apparently, Mr. Gallon decided to ignore him at the earliest opportunity, and he didn't speak a word to me until the dungeon.

Hmm, it's hard to flag, Master Tia.

- The werewolf, Gallon Vermillion.

He boasts one of the best melee capabilities in the entire demonic territory and serves as the captain of Cristella's close guard.

The werewolves themselves, due to their high physical abilities, are known to have high potential among the demonic tribes in melee warfare, and among other things, the Vermillion family is a famous family of famous werewolves who also produce many outstanding soldiers within Agusta.

The gallon was also a grain of the house.

Gallons, no, let's dare to describe it this way.

She (...) speaks later.

No way, the guy who put the collar on himself when he bought it, he was less than a pet.

That bastard who was supposed to be a slave who didn't care.

I never dreamed of becoming a male that would conceive me.