Instant Messiah

Oh, and one. One more thing.

The werewolf girl sighs in worry as she cheeks on her own bed.

I have a consciousness that this has happened because of the behavior caused by my short temper... In retrospect, sigh again.

Originally she was an introspective character. To discipline herself, Gallon is tough on herself enough to ask her parents about the ideal personality portrait and try to be the right daughter.

I feel sorry for myself for not being what my parents want me to be at the moment. And more than that, to be honest, I also find myself breathless.

My parents want me to be ready to consolidate myself, and my service in Diabolo, which was the reason I couldn't follow it, was treated like a grain crush by Aroma. Although my men are the ones who admire me, they are sometimes insulted because of their youth.

… it is also because of the excessive rebellion against Aroma.

Expectations from around, disappointments, and more. I guess some parts, rather than getting tired, exploded what was accumulating. Most importantly, apart from that, there is one thing that has recently become annoying to me.

But Diabolo, and the presence of Cristella. I believe that they are too much to do with their own powder.

When my father had first seen me before, Cristella said:

"Let us create a world where no one can neglect us. ourselves."

Gallon admired the honorable figure. Besides, she felt a femininity that she didn't have, although it was the tone that wasn't feminine. Cristella was just the object of her own vision.

... or. An insulting expression called 'man and woman', which was well said in the past.

Yeah, I think back. So I'm angry.

Now is the time to have the power to punch out the person who said these words, but I may have ended up asking her to wipe out the complex against this word. You don't have to be feminine to get someone to admit it, he said.

... No, it's not. I'm still lying to myself.

That you can be feminine. That's what I thought, and I wanted to be.

I don't feel comfortable lying to myself.

I guess I was untrained about my femininity.

I guess I'm still up for a world that recognizes me, not just as a being rejected by God: demons and beasts. That's what makes it so feminine.

I couldn't be a man. Like my father, I couldn't be.

And yet, like my mother, I haven't even been a feminine woman.

Gallon Vermillion remains a universe.

And someone who might admit to himself full of such flaws appeared apart from Cristella.

Nine.

Um, it's human.

Self-mastered wolves are a race that originally weighs on power.

Among the clans, it was the strongest warrior who deserved the name of Vermillion, so his father was a warrior not ashamed of his name, and he was allowed to marry his mother, who was hailed as the most beautiful in the clan.

... I didn't want to tarnish the name of that Vermillion. But since she's a woman, she can't muscle as well as a man, knowing that her parents were eventually trying to welcome a strong warrior from another house as their son-in-law.

... Now, that's it. I've lived to be a warrior like my father.

I can't live like my mother now, waiting for my husband to come home at home.

So I made an effort to be stronger than anyone else, and in fact not a single warrior is stronger than myself among the werewolves today.

Still, my parents say.

He told me to start preparing to be a mother in order to keep Vermillion's blood muscles alive.

... the woman was originally responsible for hosting the child. Defeating enemies is a man's job. My parents told me to get ready to go into the house when I came back here. This prudence is a good opportunity, so look carefully for someone to marry.

Even though life expectancy is longer than that of humans, beastmen who are not as good as the Demons seem to think similarly to humans in that regard.

Or do you think about this because you went outside the werewolf society?

... I don't like it, getting married.

Will I be merely present to preserve the name of Vermillion?

Then I wanted to at least leave the existence of a gallon. Not only does it give rise to succession.

Not in the form of a wife who supported her husband.

My mother respects me, but I can't live like that anymore, even though I can't tolerate it.

Even though I am myself.

... I guess the trouble is that I still love my parents so much. I guess this is, after all, something called cooking, to give themselves the way they want to live, which is their only child.

I can understand, but I'm convinced... yes, that's always hard.

Gallon, still with his inseparable thoughts, returned to reality from his thoughts, now realizing that it had been a little noisy from earlier.

To confirm, I'm going down the stairs from my room upstairs.

"Mother, are you a customer?

Yes, when I opened the door that leads to the reception room while I was forced to take care of the language my mother would be happy with.

"Right, he, is that what it's like in a castle!

"Yes, everyone will admire you."

My father and Puria were laughing with pleasure.

Gallon accidentally slipped his leg and fell.

- With the buttocks on, Mr. Gallon only glanced at us for a moment.

I haven't seen Mr. Gallon in a long time, after a catfight with Mr. Aroma... even though I didn't fit in on the scene myself, he seemed to stay together and look better than I thought.

Speaking of which, even Mr. Puria had a rough time with Mr. Gallon, but for that matter, that little bird didn't seem to really care when he came here, so he asked me to come with him.

Well, that's fine.

Mr. Gallon, I also get the impression that you've lost just a little weight. Maybe that's due to her expression.

Looks drenched, such eyes. I had exactly the puppy's eye, but it vanished in an instant.

"Whoa, did you come down? Welcome from the castle. You must have been great."

Mr. Gallon's father, no, stepfather, no, no, grandfather.

Because I don't know what to say, Dad. Fine. No, that's what he said.

In contrast, Mr. Gallon, who rose from an indecisive attitude, returns in silence.

Just walked out toward Mr. Puria, the sleigh of.

"Sorry to bother you. Hey, tea, it's a treat."

"... don't worry"

That said, Mr. Gallon grabbed Mr. Puria's shoulder and began to push.

Towards the window.

"Hey, hey, you're not gonna say anything to disgrace the captain by us, are you?

"Fine."

I kept pushing.

"Wait, wait, wait, what are you doing?"

"Fine."

I kept pushing it further.

Approaching the window, Mr. Gallon silently hands on it and opens it. The cold wind enters the room, trembling unintentionally.

"Hey, hey, hey, he said it's going to be stylish! We're freezing!

"Fine."

"Ha, listen to me! No, Honma, I can't. It's cold."

Uh, and. Leaving a scream, she fell.

Although it hits the ground floor part, it is located somewhat elevated, so the height of the second floor of the general house seems likely.

Mr. Puria fell. Touch the wrath of the wicked, as if it were Icarus.

He was a good guy. Everyone who's gone is a good guy.

I lost a spare man.

... I wonder if you were buying grudges after all.

I lost Mr. Puria. Shake it off, and I turn back to Mr. Gallon.

"Long time no see, Mr. Gallon"

"... Nine"

Mr. Gallon and I, even though the encounter itself was not so long ago, felt that, as a physical sensation, we had not met her in quite a while.

That's also because I've come to the end of this land, and because I meant to understand her a little, but I didn't at all, it's also because of the current situation where she's been cautious.

But most importantly, Mr. Gallon, who was always confident, was the biggest because he wouldn't try to see my face.

Just put my figure in the edge of my eye, don't try to look straight at me, I've never seen anything like it.

Not at all.

"... Look, read this to him. We're all worried, aren't we?

I'll give you the letter I received from Aroma.

I'm late for work (even though, unfortunately, they actually turn the business around without Mr. Gallon. It's a pre-construction story), but it's a famous phrase that says they're worried.

Although I received it via Puria because I was honestly confronted directly with Mr. Aroma.

I didn't mind reading it, so I asked him to show me the contents.

Such a letter, Mr. Gallon, to his hands.

Billy.

"What are you doing!? Gallon, what are you doing to me?

"... I don't know. I'm not leaving anymore. I already live here. Tell that to your daughter, too."

Unexpectedly, I will face Mr. Gallon, who says such unscrupulous things.

By the way, Mr. Gallon's dad and mom were pompous without being able to go about a series of flows.

In such subtle air.

"Well, don't be so irresponsible, Captain."

Mr. Little Bird returned from the window refreshed.

I just noticed that the window is open, so the room temperature is coming down.

"Captain, take your position, mon... hey, Nine, what are you pushing?"

It's okay now. Mr. Puria is fine now.

"Yes, sir."

"No, I didn't, I came back around the corner! Oh, it's cold out there!? Holla, take a look, your lips are bright blue!

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, oh, stop, I'm falling. Ahhh!

Hear a grieving cry.

When I look at Mr. Gallon again where he is quiet, he is still staring at me with a crying face.

... Again, I look at her outfit. Feathered gown on top of tank top and trousers. You look horrible. You're a mess, Mother.

Big, age-appropriate and uplifting breasts seem to be self-asserting her unconscious, genuine parts, pathetic. Pity.

... but come on, not at all, you don't look like a mom.

I made you a corner son (...) So be a proper mother, right?

I'll make you a woman, too. Come on. You've been admiring me, haven't you? To your daughter-in-law. Come on?

Kuku, kuhihi. Daughter, daughter-in-law? What's your dream for the future, your lovely wife?

That's so cute. Hey, Gallon, heh, kuku.

Ridiculous.

No, no, you're not laughing at people's dreams. I'm not the one who could have told you about people in the first place.

Sweetheart. Uh, sweetheart.

I love you. I love you, Mr. Gallon. Ugh.

"Aroma guy, you don't even have the courage to come directly. You want me to get in the mood with one piece of paper like this? Don't be ridiculous..."

... Oh dear, you are in a very different mood. I wonder if my head is cold yet.

"... that's a little too much to say"

"Don't you know what you've done by letting people be cautious about the quotes you've beaten? He's in good shape too."

Well, actually, you don't have a good identity. It's the Chancellor, isn't it?

... That's a shady way to put it, not even a lot like her.

I guess I got mentally depressed because I was stuck in such a cold place. Or did you come home with a sweet heart?

In the meantime, I thought I'd cloud my tea with unusual language.

"No, isn't that guy busy, too? I'm the prime minister. Don't talk too much. It's not like you, is it?

Just after you let go of those words.

Then, let's go home together, and I'm about to put it in my mouth.

"You too!

She was furious.

"You see me like that, too! Me, oh, yeah! You always think I'm the bad one! What the hell is wrong with me, man?

Yeah, hysteria! It's not like it's stuck.

Lady Tia said this is the scariest part.

Put yourself on the shelf.

"Oh, don't be so angry. Look, calm down? Right?"

"Enough, lose you too, lose you!

She stared at me in silence for a while, turning her redhead upside down, but I had no choice but to pull it off.

You saw such a thing, one tongue slammed, Mr. Gallon ramblingly opened the door to the reception room and went up the stairs. Probably headed back to his room.

... Uh, I was scared.

Why are all the people who live in Agusta so emotional?