Instant Messiah

"How ever, you're a sweetheart"

That's what my mother said, and she stroked my head.

First Lost, a few days ago.

The evening I played with everyone and came home muddy.

The sky is getting darker by the step. Autumn mouth, cool breeze.

The feel of clumped soil on the palm of your hand. I can't hear you anymore, my friend.

I don't know which one worked, but suddenly, for some reason, I missed him and rubbed him against my mother's lap, which was close by.

My mother, who was reading the book, put it aside, put my head on her knees without asking me anything, and stroked me.

Soft, warm, above all gentle. Terrible, I was relieved. I had no reason to believe that happiness would last forever.

Believe me, I was there.

- Morning sunshine, it's plugged into my eyes. Even in an area so cold, Heavenly Door seems to be doing a decent job. Although the temperature is still low for it, it seems that Dada has a structure that won't be cold enough to block drowsiness, which is not a building in Snow Country, and I was able to sleep.

No, and yet, unnaturally warm-headed. Besides, touching the back of the head was softer than the pillow, and fleshy.

... Puria, who slept in separate beds, was sneaking up on me, knee-pillows. Is this why I dreamed of nostalgia? But what are you doing this to me? About yesterday, I thought I was making you nervous, so this kind of service came out. Should I make you more anxious? I suck.

... Her sleeping face was terribly young. He's so defenseless, he seems to forget that I'm human, that I'm a man, and everything, and he's going to be angry the other way around. You little bird, shall I eat you?

"Good morning, Mr. Puria"

"Mm-hmm."

Mm-hmm. Oh, Grandpa, no more.

There's more than enough love for you, isn't there, this girl?

"Look, let me tell you something. Why are you giving me knee pillows?

"Mmm."

You little rattlesnake. I can't talk about people, but I'm aware of how bad they're sleeping.

"If you don't wake up soon, you'll get chewed up."

"... try it"

Oh, my God. Is this the guy who gets the rumor?

Don't be silly, watch.

- Use your abs, get up slowly. As his face rises, he looks down and the little bird's face approaches with his eyes closed.

Even close by, there is no breakdown in its placement, some sort of finished shaping. This girl has a great, tasteful face for the way she talks. People around there. Then such a beautiful face, so pathetic that it doesn't come true.

It fits in there, a thin open mouth, peeking through it is a bloody tongue.

... Yesterday, my face licked around scattered, but I never touched it, the last realm.

... I reach out and gently accompany her on the cheek.

I pulled a munchkin.

"Wake up, Chu's"

"I said! I want to be there! Terrible!

"I'm not making fun of a man."

"Oh, my God, I've been serving corners."

"... it's going to be expensive."

"Service, do as you say."

"Nothing's as expensive as free."

We woke up with such a light-hearted slap.

... she moved her lips small when she washed her face and made a mistake to head to the bathroom. Her voice caused my eardrum to shake slightly.

"... heck"

Boosh.

So he whined, and I pretended not to hear. [M]

- Around lunch. I dropped Mr. Puria off the room that she was headed to convince Mr. Gallon.

She wondered what kind of persuasion she would give, but she couldn't possibly let me go with her. He was a little wary because of what he said yesterday, and a note to the effect that it was not up to me to go with him was given to Mr. Puria by Lord Vermillion.

Well, I don't even think Mr. Gallon would honestly listen to Mr. Little Bird. You can sneak in later to talk to me. No.

... than that.

"Dear Tia,"

- What...?

"… and how much longer?"

- If it stays that way, maybe six months. No matter how long, a year. I don't know.

"... Really?"

- Out of my mouth, do you want me to say it again and again?

"Now, isn't it?... I know."

… there is no substitute for going back inside that hole.

I wonder if they're all waiting. Hey, Master Tia, what do you think?

- I can't. It's just bones over there. It's just an object that supports the human body.

Really? If you say so, I suppose so.

- As far as the soul is concerned, everyone but you will be in a tranquil sleep in a place to return. My nostalgia is the only place you're gonna die.

……

- It's deeper and darker than the hole you once mowed, at the bottom of the Yin Palace, with me.

... Really? If you say so, I'm sure of it.

- Yeah.... you, you like tits, don't you? I'm glad my breasts are big.

Right. That's for sure.

- Hehe, growing up not to be a cute kid. If I could just light it up for a second...?

If you're comforting me, can I touch you?

-... meh.

How so?

-... because I'm ashamed...

Why don't you talk to me yourself and see what you can do?

... Yet another year, huh?

Looks like it'll be over in no time. I would have liked at least some more.

More, oh. No, uh, already, 'cause I'm only twenty-two. And a virgin. It's not a hoard.

Ah.

... okay, nothing. Yeah, that's okay. That's how I have to break it off.

You knew that from the beginning. You really don't like your little heart.

Really, now, now...

- In the Cathedral of Seneca, as the Apostles rushed to prepare for their mission, Bacchus Drunks speaks out to his misplaced colleagues while creating a locationless atmosphere.

"Oh Avis, if you're bored, you can come too. I need your help."

To the words, Abyss Helen lowered her eyebrow root with regret and tried to open her mouth.

But before what was the only word came out of it, Soprano, who was to accompany Ninina, was present and spoke out to blame Bacchus.

"Don't be unscrupulous, Mr. Bacchus. I don't mean to be mean."

"I know. Oh, I'm kidding. Abyss doesn't follow the brave lady. You're the most trusted girl I've ever met."

Even after hearing that, Bacchus turns his head to Abyss, who still looks distressed. Seeing such air, Ninina, who was walking alongside the soprano, has also participated in the conversation.

"This Osama is right, that's the thing. This time, I'll leave it to Atashi, etc. It's the Admiral's babysitter, isn't it?

"Excuse me."

"So, he said he wasn't sorry. If that girl gets busted right now, she won't be hurt and depressed except you. Confident, huh?

"... Yes!

"You're older now..."

With that said, Ninina stares at Bacchus every time she says, "Why would Atashi have to say this?"

The middle-aged man who received that gaze began to whistle as he turned that way under the guise of a strange breeze.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ninina, but you're so firm, you're sweet."

"... no. How's Rogue doing?

Ninina changed the subject because she was unwilling to hear any more apologies from Abyss's mouth and was embarrassed by the words that came out again.

"Mr. Lily is watching, long after he gets back. I was oddly depressed. I blame myself for saying something like," I'm dead, "and I honestly can't see it."

"Mm-hmm... hmm, that makes me feel guilty when I hear that. At first, I was wondering if that Yancha boy had gotten a bit of a good moxibustion..."

I cut my gaze off from Abyss, who twisted my neck, and connected the subject as it was to Eve, who finished her discipline.

"Talk about this one. Hey, Eve, how long will it take for the Rogue to work?

"In about a month. It's just a little bit less performance, I guess. I'd keep my role as a cannon."

"Yes."

If Eve, who treated Rogue, says so, I'm sure he does. Well, I'm not naming Dada fourth. Rogue wouldn't be the balls to crush in here either.

Pampering, and making sure that everyone, including Coco, has come together, Ninina hits her hands with the meaning of the pour and to change her mind.

"Those god dogs, it's time for work. Work for your salary. I'll make sure, Eve and Bacchus, and Coco is Volks. Atashi and Soprano are disturbed in the north of Diabolo, inside the werewolf."

Yes, and Nori's good Bacchus got along, but I'm not happy to hear Osama's voice like that. Ninina ignored and took over the words.

"I'm not saying this because Rogue has come to that, but you shouldn't get hurt even by one person. There is no substitute for Atashi and the others. The fewer people there are, the higher the risk of other guys dying."

Now, no one was joking, and everyone was listening to Ninina with a serious look.

"... well, I'm not going to tell you that I have any more sermons. As usual, uncomfortable, easygoing, polite. Quickly if you can. Let's go, I'll take you to Volks first!

Response, and everyone was speaking up, and the next moment, from that place, everyone was disappearing.

――――――――――

I heard a knock in the room coming from the bottom of the door. I can't blame you for violating the manners of kicking the door with my legs. anomalous, because it would be derived from the physical characteristics of the visitor.

Even so. To the sound that sounded in the room, politeness and mess, do you feel such a contradiction is the character of the person who knocked or the reason for his mental state that overheard it?

Considering that there is no benefit, the gallon gives permission to enter. Because we already know the signs and the knocks earlier.

"Excuse me, Captain."

I heard that voice and decided I didn't need any help in particular. In fact, you're right, she's been cleverly using her body and wings to push the door open.

The intonation at the end of the story is slightly stronger, her accent.

A curve of the finished trunk that does not produce a sluggish, wasted eye-catching.

Soft brown hair with a short, feminine feel.

Most importantly, I can say it to my mouth. Similar to that of His Majesty the Demon King (...), big, and then grown from shoulder to shoulder instead of arms, unlike her, big wings.

Harpy stepped into his room.

"... for now, hang up"

That said, I point to a pre-set chair in front of my sitting bed. "If you'll excuse me," Puria said, sitting there honestly.

……

……

Between each other, only silence.

But while he was silent, the other side was seeping out a stomached atmosphere that he had decided what to talk about, which weirdly disturbed him.

I couldn't compare myself very well. In any case, there is no organization in my head or the attitude I need to take.

Nothing solidifies the idea of what I'm going to talk about, or the decision of what I'm going to do. He says he was cautious as a result of leaving it to his emotions, but he hasn't even been able to reflect on it. By now... it was the first time I had noticed the situation here and I felt sorry for myself.

"... say something. Isn't that why you came?"

Therefore, what I could say to myself right now was about a childish word that wouldn't even make me this annoying.

I guess that's why.

"... the lord of this room doesn't even serve tea to his guests?

That's why they let these words go.

Unexpectedly. Not to be disrespectful. Because I've become an increasingly objective winger of saving myself from what I am.

I was spotted. Make your shallow, such a lower end younger than you are. I was extraordinarily pointed out to those under my nose that I could not afford to belong differently.

The words uttered were kind to the back of the belly with the content and even sounded as if they were going to teach, and the eagleness was irresistible and angry.

Still, I brewed the tea I had in my room to take it off once. She didn't even look at it and stared at this one.

Puria Harp...... I think she doesn't like it.

Lately, that's what I've been thinking.

"If the captain has nothing to say, we don't care."

"... no, the way you said it around."

"Firstly, that you have abandoned the documents from Master Aroma. I will report this to you."

"Whatever you want."

"... next, this is the real deal. I can't go back to the castle. You told me, didn't you? Let me check this out for you now."

"... don't make me say it again, I am"

"Think about what we're hearing all the time. I'll just ask. Are you serious?

Without the earliest use of reverence, the woman in front of her eyes has enquired with anger at this Vermillion.

……

This way. I can see a lot of blood coming up on my head. Diabolo is not as rigorous in his relationship up and down as the human organization that hears rumors, but he is not as comfortable with it as he forgives such disrespectful words. As I thought earlier, I think I don't like this woman.

That was all. It's not enough to take, it's just a miscellaneous fish.

Should be.

Yet.

"... not much has been done. Aren't you going to say anything back?

My mouth opened like an abalone, closed, and it only moved. What I wanted to say to the woman in front of me was that there were so many words I wanted to bump into, but my will never shook my vocal cords.

"Nine, why don't you just let the woman in?" This is so boring... "

"Don't you dare call him by his name!

My mouth finally moved. Along with that, I just came back with a little energy, and now I don't think I'm going to get tired of doing it in the earliest possible words to see what I'm going to do with them, and set my gaze firmly on the other person's face...

And I was stunned.

This woman laughed at herself with her nose. Is that the first sound of graduality, just saying.

And as it was, I kept my gaze down, and I connected the words.

"Well yeah... I'll tell you now, I took a lot of respect for it. You're young, but you became the SS leader by strength, not by the seven lights of your parents."

"I don't care what you think."

"... how about that? Think about the inconvenience around you, throw everything away and quit? I didn't know you were so irresponsible. Honestly, I'm really disappointed."

"Na"

Nothing, I don't know anything, I don't have any responsibility, how dare a harpy, rootless, wood-end species give this self that much mouth...!

I tried to recruit him, but he took control of the vanguard and hit the word first.

"... but it was good, wasn't it? Your parents said you had a meeting. If you go into the house, you won't have any trouble eating anything, will you? You know, uh, I'm glad you were born here. Suddenly I quit my job. Even if I tell you, your house (our) will protect you, huh?

"Temeye......!

I won't forgive you anymore.

"... We've already decided. Unlike you, I made up my mind."

- Don't tolerate any more disrespect. Say it. Say it.

You can move your lips, shake your throat, and just yell at him anymore, so shut his mouth anyway.

"... what"

No, what are you doing? Don't continue the conversation. If you don't give me a break anymore, speak up.

"Hard to say in a nutshell...... yeah, attitude if you dare"

"... of what"

Enough, I don't need to hear it anymore. Already guitar this guy in front of you......!

"The future, that's everything. We will be Nine's. So I decided to move for him."

- The moment I heard that, all the rage so far turned into anxiety.

Angry, don't forgive me. Try to excite yourself that way, but your voice, it doesn't answer...

... So, with whose forgiveness, no.

He's mine...!

"... don't you understand yet? To be clear, ex-Captain Vermillion (...). Stop dating your mom."

"Oh!?

"There's nothing to be afraid of now, my strong voice. He was just attracted to your nasty breasts. -Did you think a man and a woman like you would get away with it?... Do it."

"Hey, you! Oh, give me that, give me that mouth!

"If this happened already, should I have called you a dog? Yeah? You're a shallow bitch who grew up nasty all over her body with a delightful face to milk, and you are!

"And, Temee, ku... let it go! You fucking saw me in the shadows!

"It's worse to do it where I can see it. Besides... I'm done talking about it. I didn't think you'd eat even if you called me a dog. For a wolf with no fangs, we... the Demon King and the Aroma must have nothing more to do with it."

"Ah..."

"If you're... that's about as strong as the Demon King, enough to protect him from anyone. Or if you did something more solid, we wouldn't have bothered to say this."

But you know what? Puria inherited the word.

"At least with you by your side, half-baked... you will die. I'm sure."

- In contrast to Puria, who says so, my inner self has gained some sort of convincing.

All a pig warrior like himself can do is slaughter his enemies.

That said, when I say SS Captain, I've never seen or heard of him this way in my life, such as being enough to kill Demon King Christella Vara Detra.

If Nine has someone as brief as himself, he just brings the danger closer. He was Elle's favorite... and this bird daughter, she likes it, too. Like Koitz said before, what Nine needs is someone to keep him away from danger, maybe not a man or woman who can't be free of one of his own, weak will.

- I wanted to be where he is.

If you noticed, it wasn't the other way around. There is also one little girl who just lost her title as the SS leader of the Demon King, who was her place, because of her vain willingness.

Gallon Vermillion was now just one helpless woman.

"So far, nothing, hey... I missed you, Gallon Vermillion. There you are, until you die."

I get it. I'm sure he's right.

Oh, I do, I want this to happen. I don't like this.

... all that craving came first and I couldn't see anything. It was just a kid.

... After all, I was blamed for not being prepared.

"Things like you get in the way of Nine... no? It only gets in his way."

So, and I thought I whined small, and Puria Harp spins words as she stood up and stared at this one strongly.

"Please stay in front of us... I'm sure we won't see each other again.... Well, don't worry."

I just wanted to take care of him.

- Such, even against Puria's words at the time of departure.

Gallon couldn't say it back until the end.