Instant Messiah

- The woman in front of me...... Ninina's story wasn't even that long.

It also matched what I had expected to some extent.

I mean, this guy had enough reason to resent the Oldademons, and that's all we talked about, and in addition to that, he was just occasionally on edge with Nine.

... of Nine, only to know his true name was the harvest.

"Well, that's all you're talking about?

Ninina, who finished listening to this one, said so as she punched one toenail tip on the ground not to mention that she had been killed by Xing.

"... oh. That's all I know and can talk about. I won't say any more."

"Hmm......"

Stick your tongue in your teeth so you can chew it off at any time, watching the Apostle with his arms together and still not showing any gaps, waiting for the action of his opponent.

Even with Gallon Vermillion's pride, I would choose death if I were to open my mouth any more and give Diabolo unfavourable information to betray him, or if I were to be humiliated.

... a souvenir of the underworld received from his parents, who were born with a stomachache, not himself, a little old story of his... boyhood and a mommy goto opponent, a real name.

Enough, it seemed so.

... but in this situation, which should never help.

The fact that I still hold my life for reasons other than fear seemed to have something to do with why it was too much for me, and my laughter seemed to leak by accident.

Until the end of the day, I may have been seen through by Nine.

Sandrion...... Cinderella temptation, huh?

... I'm sure Nine will be the same, even if he's not so far from his own house, he doesn't even know where this place is.

Most importantly, I can't believe he's a prince. Nine... to that clown, that's the least bit of a title.

So I'm sure, it can't come.

I can't believe I'm here to pick up that stupid little girl who cursed men and women like me.

Such a fairy tale is impossible.

- Ninina thinks.

With a strange look, the werewolf, in the name of Vermillion, prefaced and then began to speak.

From what I've heard on top of that, he's now a guy who calls himself Nine, not really anything like hypnosis or brainwashing. If you're talking about not seeing signs or traces of magic that are bound to happen to them, it's probably true.

If this is what we human beings have said, even if it is information obtained through torture, we do not trust it first. If I were human, I'd lie.

But these beasts don't lie. It's pride, pride. These guys don't lie about what they swore in their name, regardless of those things.

That's how it's created.

To Salia.

... From the standpoint of knowing true history, these demons are the only beasts who are too pathetic.

However, as in previous history, we humans continue to act according to our convenience.

If you remember one more guilt in ending this than these guys are human enemies, it's not good mental health at all.

Living is hard.

... Well, I got the information I needed. That too, is a personal story.

If I take any more time, I make too many loans to my partner who is pointing his mouth behind me.

"Sorry, there's been a public/private confusion."

"Really."

It seems unusual for a soprano and really angry. It was rare for this daughter, who was quite warm among our own apostles, to show so direct anger.

I know I have an affair, but it seems that Vermillion's name Value is not the only cause of this irritating soprano.

"I'm sore." Win and tighten your helmet, "but I don't even hate the old world for someone who does that while writing at home."

"... Ninina didn't understand?

With an overly serious face, I accidentally get a little nervousness mixed up in my words with a soprano that says thoughtful things.

"What?"

"Didn't you feel anything, facing him nearby?

From that narrative, from that and how it's been.

It turns out that he is referring to another unidentified person, not a werewolf daughter... Nine.

"... even though she did have some weird vibe. I guess there's just something I can do with Rogue, and I was wondering if I'd like to draw him in here if I could."

"Stop joking! Oh, my God, that guy!

At last, beyond the seriousness of the word, fear began to appear.

Previously, when I told this girl that a traitor named Nine had used the technique of not knowing how to come back to life to get the Rogue down, she said, "There's no way people will come back to life," to a habit that doubted our sanity.

By the way, he even told me that it was too much to see through such a lofty illusion, so he covered his fist bones.

Remembering that for some reason, wait for the continuation of the silent soprano's words.

In this land of extreme cold, if nothing is done, man dies in excess.

So I had Eve do the surgery so I could maintain my temperature.

For some reason, that feeling ran, like something stroked my spine cold.

The words that came out of the soprano, which opened its mouth again, were beyond the limits of man and did not seem to come out of a member of the Apostle, an object of awe for the common good.

"Such a monster, if you can do it, you have to kill him as soon as possible! Isn't that who you are?

Yes, right after she shook and shouted.

... I had expectations, maybe a hunch, too.

How much more than you can imagine a boy who should know what he once was, who unexpectedly defeated one of the apostles.

That's probably what I had in mind when I wanted to know one end of that power.

But no way.

"It's terrible. I'm a boulder, too."

From the entrance of the cave, a voice echoes as he manifests a silhouette shadowed by the sunset backlight.

... I didn't really think it was coming.

- Gallon accidentally doubted his ear the moment he heard that deafening, soft-blown voice.

"Na"

A dumb noise leaks out of my mouth, too.

What the hell are you doing here?

You're not stupid.

How did you get here, not cold, no, how did you know I was here?

What are you doing here?

"Oh, Mr. Gallon. Looks like you're safe."

Unknowingly, such as the surprise over here, he deliberately made a hiccup over his eyes with his right hand to see this way, and Nine, who had entered the cave one step or two in a swallowing manner, gently flickered his hands at me with his left hand.

At the foot of the usual, it would be my intention to stop the idiots fluttering over here as if I didn't even understand the level of danger in the field.

He stood between himself and Nine, who remained restrained and rolled, so that Ninina could block her sight.

"... I haven't seen you just now, Nine. That it has been a long and early reunion"

"Yeah, I haven't seen you earlier, Mr. Ninina. Your daughter... is the first."

That being said, Nine turned his face to the Apostle, who was called Soprano.

……

And the woman, voiced, returns in silence, wrapped in a swordswallowing atmosphere.

Nine, who looks normal, doesn't read the same air as usual...... or purposefully spin words without worrying about their attitude in that way.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Nine. Stay tuned."

The look on Soprano's face increased the risk that it had suffered from eclampsia.

"... shut up. If I come any closer, I won't leave it for free."

"... I wonder if you wanted as much as to say hello. I still don't remember you hating me."

That's what Nine says, stops, and unfortunately turns her frowny, pitiful face here. No, I didn't see it blocked by Ninina, but I could easily imagine having that look on my face.

To that extent, I can confidently say that I understand this man.

But there's something I don't understand.

"... Mr. Ninina. Permission to kill."

"Wait a minute. Not yet. Don't let him do it yet."

Thoughts continue to be empty, just as the two apostles' mixed conversations are.

Why?

Why, for me or something...?

Am I wrong? For reasons I don't know, I came here occasionally, something like that, ha.

If so, there's nothing I can do about it. But no way. It's better that way.

I can't believe this guy, this weak guy, is coming to help me with a werewolf.

As a werewolf, it's the ultimate in shame.

... but as a woman, called Gallon Vermillion?

"Mr. Ninina!

"Wait. That's what Atashi said. Listen to the seniors."

"Stop bringing any more personal matters to work! I don't know how much it has to do with you, but it's also Mr. Rogue's vendetta!?

"Don't be afraid to talk about it right there. I'm still hoping we can talk about this."

"I said shut up...! You human traitor!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

... I knew I was expecting him to help me.

Feminine.

Miserable.

Terrible, terribly miserable.

As much as I think about this, oh, it was still better that Aroma guy had killed me when we had a fight at the castle.

"... I wonder why I'm here. I don't know how you found this place, but what can you do now? You're gonna take care of the two apostles, and you're gonna be able to go home alive?

I inadvertently follow Ninina's words as if she had just mentioned her inner self.

"He's right, why the hell did he come! Why didn't you run off to Diabolo..."

Yes, why did you come here?

With Puria, I wish I'd just gone back to Diabolo.

Objectively speaking, that would be best. I can also report to the Aromas.

Even my fathers would have already hit me if they knew what was going on. In conjunction with my search, I mean when I'm being taken hostage... assuming I'm already dead.

That much will work thinking about it. Vermillion is not named after Dada. This has happened several times in the history of our family.

"I put it on hold. I forgot the butterfly pen you wrote in the letter."

"Ha...? So you're an idiot!?

That was a joke, Nine continued, with a laugh in her voice.

"I needed to do something important. It's more important to me than my life."

"... the idiot. I told you. I don't want to see your face anymore."

"I won't be tired of looking at your mother's face for hours."

"Mamagoto also said it was over"

"I won't end it. Because then and now, Mr. Gallon, I was crying."

I'm so happy I can't help it.

I'm glad this guy's here.

Tears. My eyeballs are getting hot, no, I have to contain them, I can't expose myself to any more lame zamas...!

Such selfish feelings, such pitiful tears, can't spill a soldier's death.

I'm a Vermillion, part of a proud bloodline...?

"I'm supposed to cry, but, uh... I'm Gallon Vermillion..."

Yet Nine is.

"Then let's do it that way. I'll see you later."

Because I will tolerate even such a weak self.

I knew this guy broke me.

I can't go back.

Oh, shit.

You can't cry, you're worried about people.