Instant Messiah

- My mother was sweet.

I didn't have a father, but still, your mother was nice to me, and I didn't care too much.

However, I only asked once about it, but as a child I found out that this was something my mother shouldn't ask because she looked sad.

I remember just a little bit about when I was born.

The feeling of jumping out of a narrow, but warm place, to a bright, cold place.

That was horrible, and I was just shaking.

But no, is that why?

I didn't raise my voice when I was born.

Later I heard that the midwife had slapped him on the back many times and finally lifted him.

My father saw it and I guess he didn't think he'd grow up strong anyway, he abandoned me.

I don't know under what circumstances that happened, and I'm not particularly interested, but I was to be taken over by a childless aristocratic family.

That is, the house of someone who thought I was my mother... the Sagesta family.

The person, who was weak, apparently took me for a trace by excluding the option of saying marriage from his life.

I think it is a demonic way of thinking that does not specify superiority or inferiority, especially on the basis of gender.

In case this was a human being, I'm sure that person wouldn't have gotten my thing if I wasn't a man, and most importantly, I'm sure I was lucky because the person who raised me as I mentioned was kind (because it's confusing, so I'll unify my name with my mother in the future).

No, I was definitely lucky, and I was happy.

There shall be no doubt there.

Fortunately, unlike my true father's thoughts, I grew up healthy myself.

But now he wasn't interested in me, I guess, and I'm going to keep getting the education I deserve as a trace of the Sagesters.

However, the birth was still born.

At last, the blood flowing through my body was probably thought to be a source of political controversy, the Sagesta family that took me was bordered by the famous but "Shytern" ruled region and had little influence in the middle of "Diabolo".

Furthermore, taking into account the future relationship between Diabolo and Shytern, I will spend a moment in the territory of Shytern as a hostage.

Life there wasn't particularly hard either.

Because all the people at Shi Turn were kind, and the land pattern was warm, and they were able to live a pleasant life here and especially without being sick, etc.

In the name of hostages, I was very polite when I was fortunate that we weren't originally that close to each other.

'Look, candy, don't do it, candy. Sweet. You like it?

"Finished wrapping, give it to me. Auntie, you're a jerk."

"Oh, my God, you cocksucker, look, this way"

... I didn't know what you were talking about at first, but they were basically all sweet.

Especially Grandpa Zachark, who was once at the apex of Shytern, adored me like a real grandson.

This person was once a terrible hero in an era of the greatest increase in human power, when the demonic tribe was about to be destroyed, transformed into a man, who ruled a country by his extra power, inducing civil unrest and shattering human power like never before.

But now I'm only a good guy, and I only know how to look like that, so it was something my old story hero and this sweet guy twisted their neck without really matching.

"The rice of the eagle is not ready yet."

"Grandpa, you had dinner yesterday."

"Was it?"

Feed him every day!

When I put such a scratch in it, my grandfather, who pretended to be a mess, gently strokes my head.

"You're a terrible wife, aren't you?

'It's bad because I eat sweets that we keep important. My people told me that they have always been.'

"You look as delicious as people's things."

"This fucking grandpa."

... Yeah, they were all sweet, fun people.

Would such a pleasant life have lasted for about three years?

Once, His Majesty's family came to Shaitan to inspect him in the name of goodwill.

... It's not even about fixing it now, my real parents and their daughter... my sister, one year younger than me, is in a situation where she's right around the corner.

The people who dumped me and their daughters.

He's actually leaving a message at the castle because he seems to have another one, but he's still a baby.

How did I know this was a simple story, my mother told me.

I'm not a real mother, and to your real parents, it's hard to meet, but you'll see it at first sight.

What do we do?

... I repeat, my mother was a kind man.

But I wasn't born with a stomachache about me.

If I was my age at that time, I would thank her for the grace she had raised me to this day, and you are still my mother.

You must have been able to say such a thoughtful thing.

I escaped, spewing words I still regret to that person who could not be a physical mother and had forgotten some kind of care, as far as I could guess what the child who was told to do so would think.

Stop by and see the shadow of the great tree.

There was a girl who cried and squatted at me, under a large tree in the courtyard of the castle of Shytern, who had been brought here by her grandfather.

That was my first encounter with Christella Vara Detra.

"That's a cool horn."

I still remember speaking out in peace like that.

"My feathers are cooler though."

That's how I've been rude.

My twirling horn was a bit of a complex sometimes with my head still low and strangely my face looking big, but I was happy to get compliments for being cool and decided to play honestly with the kid.

Hide.

Chasing.

Deception.

Even with my bare hands, it was plenty of time to play with her at all costs.

Apparently the same was true of the child who had less opportunity to play with herself and those close to her age.

After all the games we played, we got along perfectly.

"My dad, it's always hard to talk. I'm bored."

"That's not good, even if you just have a dad. I can't believe my dad's not here."

"Hmm. What about your mom?

"My mom is... but..."

"My mom doesn't really mind me either. Hey, is your mom sweet?

"... yeah. It's sweet."

"Oh, good."

That's good.

That's what they said.

So I finally remembered.

My mother was kind and raised me dear with no blood connection.

I could unexpectedly realise that someone who raised me to do something extraordinary, which was not normal.

I think that realizing that at this time is extraordinarily good in my life.

It was such a situation, envied by those who had both a father and a mother.

I was happy.

-Hey, I envy you.

- So, what happened afterwards -?

- Chris and I made a reunion appointment, hugged each other, and broke up.

Anyway, I felt like making up with my mother because of her, and I was able to convey my mother's gratitude so far.

My mother, she held me in tears, and I repeatedly said thank you for ruining my face more than my mother.

I wish that was all I could have said.

When I turned Chris's story into my mother's, she changed her complexion.

"That's the Princess of Diabolo."

... yeah, and.

That's all I thought.

However, if I could get along with my own sister, that would surely be a good thing.

Though it was supposed to be, only a little, there's a thorn stung in my heart.

Didn't that kid take my dad?

Isn't it really me who's in that kid's place?

- That's a crappy idea.

I know that.

I think I've convinced myself of my current situation.

Yes, I told myself.

I mean, I needed to tell you.

... exposing oneself to the inside is more embarrassing than I thought.

But I'm a little girl.

I still can't be a wise man.

Eva Karma doesn't have to live that long.

...... back to the story.

... myself, I think my motivation was awesome then.

I promised her a reunion, Chris, to go beside her, and I kept polishing myself to be a competent person.

Magic is military, political, economic, legal, arithmetic, historical, and more.

Less than ten toddlers, but luckily I was smart enough to absorb the lukewarm knowledge.

I continued to train myself for her, who would soon be king.

It was a full day.

With clear goals, everyone can live those days.

And the day of the achievement of my promise to Chris came as soon as I could think of it.

My hostage life in Shytern is over, and my mother has drawn my attention or sent me to a school in Diabolo territory.

This is a place like the university that we call a human being, and although age doesn't really matter, I can choose lectures that I want to learn, etc.

Well, although the schools I attended were only allowed to be enrolled by people of high stature.

So I reunited with Chris.

I haven't seen her in years, and she noticed me at a glance.

"Aroma, you're still in a good corner"

Chris hasn't changed at all.

Back then, I remained a sweet girl.

Kryphon, we became friends with each other calling each other Mar, and we were able to have a good time as students.

After a while, I was introduced to Elle as my own sister.

Although Elle was still old enough to walk.

...... going to her house was impossible for boulders, so they come to visit me in the quarters where I lived (rather than Chris storming in. hold Elle) was our style.

Of course, every time a young Elle was taken out, Chris was pissed off by Selfie, who was the caretaker.

That said, ignoring what Selfie said, who had a small voice since that time, Chris came to visit me with Elle as usual, and Selfie had tear-eyed every time, and.

- Nice to meet you. I'm your sister.

... I can't deny that I've ever wanted to say this to Chris or Elle.

But still, I didn't have to say anything like that because I loved them.

Because I thought if I said that, my mother and I wouldn't just have our necks flying, and most importantly, they'd be sad.

- Yeah, but, after all, it's lonely not to have a father.

I know it's an excuse, but no, that's why I do that.

I did that.

... I think Shytern and I still have a good relationship.

That would also be thanks to my connections in the past, if not thoughts.

Above all, the fact that Grandpa Zahrk has yet to reveal my sins is nothing more than proof to the left that he supports Diabolo.

... From Grandpa Zahark's body fluids, the fierce poison that can even kill the Demons is extracted.

It's the most powerful poison in the world that once terrorized the world.

Though that was basically something that had only ever been used for the purpose of killing humans.

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"My name is Aroma Sagesta. I pledge my allegiance to you. Know me, Your Majesty."

"Uhm. Encourage me in the future but be good"

I wanted to shake my developed abilities for Chris and the others in Diabolo.

... I must have come to Diabolo for other reasons, though I don't think I was aware of it.

Because I guess that's why I was more nervous than necessary when I introduced myself to my predecessor, His Majesty the Demon King.

But I even named him after him, and my father didn't notice me.

That's when I finally fell to my heart.

The fact that I was abandoned by my father.

... I heard later that His Majesty didn't know which house I was put up for adoption.

He said it was his subordinate's concern not to have to think about anything extra.

I'm kidding.

- No, even knowing that, I'm sure.

- My deeds at that time were known to Selfie. You can call me an accomplice.

- I wanted my place.

I wanted this place I made, where I got it as Aroma Sagesta, not any other, not Armayla.

- So, wow, I can't stand to see that one because of my weakness... oh, that's horrible...

Sorry, sorry......

- His Majesty, weakened by the day, called me at the end.

- "Chris and Elle, please."

- The word is, sweet poison. I can't escape. Because you didn't see me in the habit.

- It's not cowardly to say that at the end of the day.

- I don't trust men anymore, so I only use women heavily...

- Still, you wanted your father, didn't you?

- Pan.

In front of my chest, give me one clap.

So I decided to separate Mr. Aroma's past.

Hey, you were overburdened, weren't you? To Mr. Aroma, and to Mr. Tia.

Still, this guy's been carrying a lot of heavy baggage, too.

"Good day, Mr. Aroma"

"Well, I did, I did, and I wanted to."

"... you said you wouldn't blame me, right? It's okay, Mr. Aroma."

"Ho, the real me, oh, Almeira, that's, that's terrible, I can't believe I took your name, too. You grew up healthy, why did you throw it away? Why!"

……

"I saw it, I saw it, a real mother's diary. I want to call myself Armayla. But I dumped them, and they dumped me."

"... Is it the parent of the upbringing who gave you a similar name?

"Don't put it that way! My mother is that guy!... Yes, yes, at least I care about leaving a little bit of a real piece of my mother's affection in this body. That's funny, laugh!

"Haha."

"Don't laugh! What do you know!?"

It's a mess.

Isn't that you who said laugh?

That's funny. Well, then, Mr. Aroma.

You were properly loved, weren't you?

You greedy bastard.

... but well, it wasn't enough, was it? Love.

If you want love, I'll give you as much as you want.

If you say you miss me so much, I'll love you as much as I love you.

I'll love you.

Let me love you.

Mr. Aroma.

I love you.

"Mr. Aroma."

... calling her shackles off with the key she left with Mr. Alice.

"……… what is it"

There was no resistance whatsoever. She shrugged, hearing or not, with such a mosquito-like voice.

"What you wanted, shall I give it to you"

"... I told you. What do you know?"

…………

"Answer me, answer me! I tell you what I know! What do you think you can give me? Answer me, you scum!

"... Huh?

"So I said '', Mr. Aroma"

"... it's not stupid, you don't know anything"

"You told me, didn't you? Your sin. It was hard for you. It was painful. I missed you. And... you're loved."

"... then why"

……

"How can you say that...?

- Pan.

"Because I'm your father, Mr. Aroma."

"... please don't say anything stupid"

- Pan.

"You must have missed me, didn't you? You wanted me to stroke your head, right?

"... don't let the windy mouth you find out..."

- Pan.

"You wanted a compliment, didn't you? Didn't you, Aroma?"

"... stop. Okay, so now that I know, no more than that!... go that way!

- Pan.

"I told you, Aroma." Loose. "

"Oh, lie! What I've done is forgiven!

- Pan.

"Look, because your father will comfort you. Come here, Aroma."

…………

- Pan!

"Good work so far. You are a proud daughter..."

…………

- Pan!

"Killing me (...) is also 'forgiving'. Jealous of Chris and the others, too, 'forgive'. The fact that I took my father from Chris and the others is also 'loose'..."

"... ooh... ooh!

- Pan!

"... you don't have to do this alone anymore. Come, Aroma."

"Father!

- Pan!

――――――――

"... then keep what you take back properly in His Majesty's room"

Copy that, Mr. Aroma.

"Yes, yes, that's a good reply...... oh, I wonder where Puria went?

"I beg your pardon just now. I ran away a long time ago."

"Oh... I guess so"

"Yeah, I'm already 'forgiven'. Good for you."

"? Oh, yeah... right"

"... Now if you'll excuse me"

"Ah... ma, wait"

"Yes."

To this man who said that and turned around, I...

...? What were you trying to say?

"What's going on?

"Uh."

…………

"Um, uh,"

…………

"Oh, you know"

- Pan.

"Aroma."

"Yes! Father!"

Yes, I am Aroma, Aroma Sagesta.

I'm not Armayla anymore.

I don't want that!

This man understands me!

After all, this man is my father!

"Don't rush. I'll be your father."

So.

"Be a good girl and wait, will you?

"Yes, Father. Aroma is looking forward to that day."

- Pan.

"Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Aroma,"

"Yep. See you later, Nine (...)"

........................ Hihi.

Ha ha. Kuhihihihihi.