Instant Messiah

"Are you ready, Mr. Puria?

"Yep, yep. And you?"

"I'm sorry, I just need to use the bathroom"

"... go early"

Though frightened by the missing exchanges between them, Puria Harp was comfortable with her relationship with Nine, who could have such a conversation.

I'm going to be out in the cold, so Nine is doing the right thing, but I also want you to have something like Delicacy for going out with a maiden a little bit older.

But.

It's my fault that I'm going to fly in the cold.

No matter how magically you regulate ambient temperatures, it's hard to block out the cold completely. I don't care if I'm alone, but Nine is with me this time. What should I do when I say goodbye in a place where there is no shelter or anything?

It's an empty journey that takes about two days. Even if it's natural to pinch a break along the way, it needs to be lighter now, because the gut itself doesn't have the structure to keep a lot of extra stuff in it, as is often the case with flying races.

"Thank you for waiting. Uh-huh. Let's go."

"Nine, wait a minute. To pick flowers."

"... ha. Good luck."

What a way to say good luck.

Pulling the head of a man with no shards of care, it was just empty and sounded mildly good.

Finish it.

When it was once again the step of departure, Puria uttered something she had never been able to say before.

"Oh, you know, Nine?

"Yes."

Nine looks at this one with a face that says nothing to her habit of not even shy of going to the bathroom.

So, delicacy. I send such attention with my eyes alone, but this Park Xinren doesn't realize this kind of timing for wanting to be a gentleman. No man.

But he divides it as a woman's merit not to worry too much about the area, and Puria puts it on the wings in her hand. Give it (...).

"Ko, this"

"Hmm?

"I'll give you this. When wearing it because it's cold."

"... muffler, is it?

That was something Nine had been preparing to give to Reel Marr since he was there. It was just a matter of giving it to me, but that was unexpectedly making Puria hesitant, but once I took it out of her nostalgia, the words came out surprisingly honestly.

"We can't even knit like this with our arms. We can do that, too, hehe. I don't know if I can thank you enough."

……

"As, well? It's not that cheap, is it? Let me take care of this, okay?... Will you?

…………

"Hey, say something. It's embarrassing."

"... thank you, Mr. Puria. I really am."

I'm really glad, he said.

That's what the man in front of me said, and at the same time, Puria Harp felt really happy. When my heart had come to pass, I felt comfortable going up to heaven because of my own simplicity.

... but I figured I might as well not have given it to you, right after that.

Nine, the expression, was the kind, and then ironic, as usual.

It was a familiar clumsy, no, bruised smile trying to make it look that way, but I realized. I noticed.

Nine's eyes, after receiving the muffler, showed bitter colors that seemed to still cry.

She realized there would be no mistake in the fact that the phenomenon was attributed to the emotion she had given him a gift.

Sure, he told me he was happy, and now he was joking about his voice, like when livestock could be simmered, with a circle wrapped around his neck for fun already.

But for that moment, there was nothing I could do about it… it was certain that he felt like a peek into hell and he guessed it.

I don't know why, but I only found out earlier that I had inflicted tremendous despair on this man.

But time doesn't rewind. And from Nine's behavior, I also found that he wanted Puria to notice nothing of his own change.

... all he could do now was pretend ignorance, and so Puria just pretended to be a blunt woman, pointing her wings at his outrageous appearance, and laughed furiously, Kerakera.

Because I had no doubt that neither he nor I wanted to break this relationship. In the guise of a wind that made me laugh too much and cry, I wipe my eyes.

Nine's eyes, peering at him, were just dry, and he felt helpless, pitiful, and loving.

... Come on, let's go to Vermillion territory.

Let's go and forget the time now.

We love having a good time, because we're the right partners.

- One day, I wish I could pay for that despair, Harpy thought. Even if we know that we are the enemy of this man and that we should resent him.

You can be arrogant.

That's what this man says when he loves us, so I'll give him the word.

So, one day.

Someday.

... not knowing what to apply to the words ahead, Puria instead gently stroked Nine's head with her wings as she turned her back and walked out towards the exit of the castle for her departure.