Instant Messiah

"Ladies and gentlemen, you've gathered well today."

Such, the meeting began with words that had no strange philosophy.

Some, model greetings.

A whisper, especially from a small faction that has no say.

In that, the advancing beast man drops his eyes on the campe at hand and proceeds to the proceedings.

"So it was three years ago. Military intervention from Volks extremists will come with disarmament in the future..."

They did something about disarmament. Eh?

You don't really believe me.

At least the proceedings, which are of no benefit to me, will proceed without delay.

"... er, cont 'd. Er... The other day, it was a sudden replacement for 'fox', so I'm sure many of you don't know..."

On purpose, and a voice of surprise spreads through the hall.

It's obvious, this can't have happened.

For a beast man who has formed a simple society, there is no way this can happen without showing his face.

"... this is Lizardman... If you are satisfied, please applaud that Mr. Nine of..."

Stand up with the host in a mundane state on his ass in the progress table replaced just before the meeting.

I get a lot of voices about who it is.

Absolutely right, really, it's getting kind of annoying.

It's not the nature of the original desire to stand out.

"Uh, I just left it for you. I'm going to call you Nine."

I bit it.

"Well, uh, Mr. Bolt received a baton of responsible positions called 'Fox', but you and your brothers will continue to have a good relationship, Death."

Talk about such a proper thing. How thin you are.

Pokan, I glance up at Mr. Martis with his mouth open.

Water in your sleeping ear would mean this, I honestly think I'm really sorry.

I heard 'Fox' was devastated......

No, but it was a sudden story.

Wasn't it a debauchery?

No, no, I heard it was a sure story...

In the confusion of hearing such a voice, two beastmen raise their voices.

"'Horse' fully supports Mr. Nine's inauguration"

"So is' pigeon '. I support Mr. Nine."

I saw a lip movement from the beast man on behalf of "The Pigeon," that this would be fine.

... Someone said that rooting is everything.

To the statements of the two powerful men, the men of the small faction also had the air to follow.

But in the meantime, there was one person who couldn't move what to do.

The Cat stands for.

... he can't move.

Lizardman. Rogue. It should have been devastated, 'Fox'. The pigeons, they betrayed me. Next steps. Why would the 'horse' of a pro-human support him?

All sorts of words and questions must be going through his head.

Such a stray,

"Actually, Death, Death told me about continuing support for Reel Marr in the future."

You'll be crushed by the immediate good. It's bait for beasts other than you to jump.

I told him. I cheated.

How much profit can be expected and how much peace can be expected to follow Diabolo in the future?

Thick pipe with Diabolo, previously monopolized by 'Fox'.

In humans and demons, which is more militarily advantageous?

More than anything.

"To those who kept abusing us! Now should I be able to forgive you for waving our proud tail, etc!

... from a human standpoint, human filth.

What happens if a pro-human sees it, which has been admired in dreams and ideals?

Someday we'll get along with humans, I can't believe it. Anyone who's been hanging around like that... no, at least, I'm here alone. That's the exception.

"I know! That humans have treated beasts like livestock! I know because I've lived in people's societies!

... Mr. Gallon was saying.

The beast man said he would not abandon the same beast man.

"I can't forgive it! Now is the time, now is the time! The man who enslaved the beast man, under Diabolo! Let's reject it. Isn't that so!

Oh, and.

I got a big round of applause. With such farce. Maybe I can eat with this. [M]

... No, I'm not in the mood for it.

You're lying.

You told me, didn't you?

He was kicked out by humans, but one day, he wants to get along with humans.

I could only see Mr. Martis' trembling lips spinning words like that. My voice was scratched off by cheers and I couldn't hear it.

He swallowed the truth of what I said.

It's okay, it's okay.

Oh, oh, already.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry......

... After that, it was just a race to be made.

In the future, 'with Diabolo's support', let's do it hand in hand, he said.

With that conclusion, it's over.

Later, pass it on to the beasts in the lower position in turn, and you will be punished.

Originally, simple beasts. If humans hadn't stirred me up, I would have been able to end this crap fight just now.

How many descendants of beasts have taken sides with humans, and at least such legends have to be the seeds of rice for them to live now.

I'll treat you guys nicely - I'll give you the money too -... if you say so, I'll shake your tail too, bye.

If you think calmly, you'll see.

I don't know about the old days, but Ista, who is tolerant of the Beast Man, is going to perish, and for the Beast Man of today, you don't have any stepchildren to turn to human beings.

... I can't believe I'm going to end this in such an appropriate way.

Oh, oh.

Why am I like this? [M]

The meeting is over, and the beasts are scattered all over the place.

It was a hall installed somewhat lower than the ground, so when I went up the stairs and looked out, there were a lot of stars instantly (again).

Why do we have more stars than we look up from the land of man?

Speaking of which, I think I'd see more stars from the mountains and woods.

How can the number of stars change depending on where I am now?

... No.

I don't care, that's not true.

In the meantime, we need to find Mr. Alice. I couldn't find it by the meeting after all...... Neither did you, Bolt, get caught up in Mr. "Horse" and Mr. "Dove" 's information network. I hope I haven't had a brief moment.

With that in mind, the voice that pushed him to death was hung from behind.

"... you did it, Nine"

Something to say to Mr. Martis.

As for taking care of you, I honestly don't have much eye contact.

"It's just a loser howl, but I'm not giving up. Whatever you do, I..."

And when I said that, and I thought I shouldn't miss it, I turned to you.

Mr. Martis' neck disappeared.

It was a moment.

The stink on the chisel, and the smell on the nose, and its thermal light shining brightly in the dark.

I remember seeing it. The light that killed me once.

"You did it, didn't you, yeah? This mutton..."

- Dosa, and when the meat that was Mr. Martis fell sideways, that man stood so close that even under the stars could clearly tell.

Apart from Mr. Martis, his left arm penetrates the center of the people-shaped silhouette... thank you. I can see that, being the representative of 'Cat', there was (...)

In front of me is the man who killed me once. Of upside-down redheads, great.

Rogue Agnis. One of the apostles.

It's my enemy.

... the guy who just killed Mr. Martis.

Thank you for your help. I gave it back with a vendetta.

Really, simple, pure, unlike Mr. Abyss, I know I don't have much power.

Still, a tiny beast man who was working toward his set goal to do what he could, is now dead.

"Hey... can I ask you something? It's a necessary step to reduce the hassle."

"... what?

Soon, it's no longer popular.

"Nice to meet you... hey. This time."

"Yeah, you met him once."

I have to run, I (...) die again.

"... it was your fault they kept you back (...)?

"You don't know."

It's a lie, though.

Mr. Eva, did you do it? Helpful.

"... I know exactly what you are. Then let's get down to business. It's a simple question, and it would help if you answered it concisely."

"Go ahead."

"Why are you still alive?

"That's a hard question to answer. People will live by birth."

"... I'll change my words. You're not supposed to be dead?

"He's dead, isn't he?

"... you're saying you're back? Bad joke."

"The dead won't come back to life. There was only one time you could talk to me."

Right, Mother?

"... that's enough. I don't know."

With that mouth, Rogue wields his right arm.

Come on, I followed a gentle instinct and fled to the sidelines.

Looking at the original place, the trajectory, drawn by the high heat, disappeared and the scorching smell drifted around.

"If you were killed, you'd be dead. You're kidding me, Oi."

"The noisy one!

"They're coming!

That said, Rogue's gaze blinks with his right arm swinging again.

- Breathing is... a habit of stopping moments before an attack. No, the law?

Right handed from the center of gravity.

Look here, we draw a curve to the right. Determine you're assuming an attack trajectory.

Fast.

He's supposed to be after his legs next.

I'll be fine. Twice.

"Hey, don't avoid it! Oh, my God, Temee!

I'm not kidding.

Avoid it.

- Feint with center of gravity moving on left foot

Yabba, this magic is the effect of the release wind.

Moving habits assuming the prey runs to the left from him?

Blinking time lag

No, no, no. There's nowhere to hide.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

There's no escape from the heat in the back streets.

There, after I leave the corner of the house, I can hang out -!

Goh, and one hair in between, right after I bent over the private house, a fever passed me that I didn't even want to imagine could burn my butt off.

I don't have time to check anymore, such as what's going on with the trail (and then), and I gently slap the ground and rebuild my body about to fall, and run.

"Ola, don't run away... Temee, why are you avoiding me...!?

"Why, hey, hey?

Absolutely.

I can't breathe, I'm paralyzed. The taste of blood gushed out of my throat like I vomited blood.

With only a few attacks, I am critical at the earliest.

I'm good at it, seeing.

Already once... No, I've seen this guy's magic twice, including a substitute beast man. It's possible to predict just a little bit.

But that's all.

I don't have the power to honestly cross with such a monster.

When I touched the ground, the flat palm that rubbed off hurt a jiggle.

- Dear Tia, I'm sorry. Let's suck this up for a second.

It's for three! Give me three!

- Mr. Greedy. You want three...?

'Cause you're gonna die like this!

I don't want to die anymore!

If he dies, because.

Oh, Mr. Gallon, I'm sad...

- Anything else...?

Aroma, Puria, Elle, Eva and Selfi, uh, I don't know about Alice......!

-... anything else -?

Hey, don't be mean! Chris, Chris will grieve, you will grieve!?

-... anything else -?

... I want to die. It's on me.

Come on, Tia.

- That's right. That's all right.

- You can't get rid of the filth. Don't forget that.

- Yes, go ahead.

- Tong, tong, tong.

Doron, Doron.

Doc, Doc, Doc.

To the heart, blood travels through the hearing and tactile sensation.

After a chirping tinnitus, vision switches to sepia color through black and white, the darkness of the night disappears somewhere, and the contours of surrounding buildings and obstacles float.

While running, I was able to grasp how the pebble my right foot kicked three seconds ago was when I jumped twice and stopped, already in the rear but in my hand.

Running my own bone smudge. Stretching of muscle fibers, electrical flow of nerve transmission can be felt in the image.

Oh, this feeling I miss.

This feeling, the feeling of almighty, when I first spoke of forbidden fruit.

I'm, I'm a little out of people again now...

- You know, that guy. It's a flame, but I skip chanting and use it.

- Yeah. Hi-hi, hi-hi. Powerful is unbeatable.

- However, it seems that certain operations are required before use. I shake my right arm every time.

Kufu, no. That fake.

I'm inviting you over. His magic depends on breathing. Rhythm of respiratory motion.

I always talk when I use magic because it deludes me.

- You only seem to be using your right arm.

The fever is also accumulating in my left arm. I think I can use this one.

Kuck, that's all I use my right arm for. That too, fake.

- I think I can take him down. -?

... once the goal is to escape, though.

It's hard, though. But yeah.

I can.