Instant Messiah

Soprano Plum

- I ran.

Long time no see, run. Yes, how the hell long has it been since I've moved my legs so desperately like this?

It was my flux not to disturb my breathing. That's part of my pride, which was somewhat more thorough than Rogue Agnis.

Covered.

For a moment, I couldn't believe that such a phenomenon had happened to me. It's been a long time since I even forgot that the act of snoozing existed in this world. This would be a common business that needs to be rushed.

I'm feeling angry. I remember my anger against myself, against the man who put me in such a situation. No way, not even if I'm in a hurry. There can't be.

I am an apostle.

He's an apostle.

Someone better than a man, that's the late title.

That's exactly what they call an apostle.

Who is close to God, loved by God, loves and benefits God.

Isn't that what we are?

Why.

Why am I running?

Do you need to run?

... I naturally work out my cardiopulmonary skills. That's what ordinary people do and don't work out.

Ancient and present, I have acquired every breathing technique. Voices, sounds, the more I deserve to handle it, the more I am young and extreme.

Why am I running now? As if, in common.

As if running away from something...?

- Oh.

I thought I heard such a frightening voice coming from somewhere.

No way, you're looking down on me.

Don't look down on me. The only people who can look down on me are God, or the seniors, who have benefited the same as me.

I am a fraternist.

Approximately the creatures are inferior to me. A rule of thumb, no doubt.

That's why I can always afford to live. That is why, in accordance with the teachings of God, we can treat all kindly. I can also honestly accept the teachings of my apostolic predecessors who are better than me.

Because I'm good, too.

Because even the others know they recognize my strength.

Because I, too, have a gift that no other apostle would ever get if he wanted it.

Just me. Just me, just me.

Warm, such colors plunged into the darkness, and spread.

... It's almost sundown. Such, a sunset that looked much bigger than the day caught my eye, and its orange color felt nasty and gentle. That's when I first realized I was out there.

... It was a short time. Naturally, this cave isn't even deep enough, and if I do my best to run, it's only natural that I get outside in a few moments.

I one, exhale loudly.

Breathing is not disturbed. Naturally. Does this mess up?

This is my fashion. Until the time of death, I shall be able to discipline my breathing.

Breathing represents the mind. I am calm, normal mind.

... I feel slightly chilly because this is a very cold place. When it comes to senior Eve's technique, it will be difficult to block all the chills.

Yes, I keep performing as I always do and as I always do.

... but I wonder why I still can't turn around.

I'm soprano. Soprano Plum.

The demon king's spear, even the Vermillion, captured, brilliant man. This definitely raises my rating by a step.

... flavor that delicious prey, what am I here for now?

"Are we done running? Are you sure you don't want to do this?

Run away. This me? Don't be silly.

"Don't joke. I just didn't want to get blood back...... Dirty, give your blood to the Demons"

Shake it off, there was one man there.

Nine. That's what they call it, a traitor and a traitor.

It's obvious. I won't be able to escape. This man is already full of creativity. In fact, if I breathe on my shoulder, I won't look down on you.

"Mm-hmm, excuse me. Did you say something? I can't hear you."

"Die here, that's all...... I can't hear you, but it doesn't matter"

Again, I spread my hands to activate a gift given to me by God.

"Sinner with a dirty soul, I will purify you of my disease"

Earlier madness (...)... even if its readiness to hurt itself is inside, the intrigue is the incompetent. I know from the remnants of the surrounding mana that I can't use witchcraft and that I still haven't solved Senior Eve's temple.

Because the shackles on the Vermillion can't be broken to the extent, I've attracted him so far.

You're lying.

... Now it's time to directly, when I thought about hitting the sound of the frequency that destroys my body, just one word the man groaned.

... Whatever. I breathe in and practice trying to make my voice out with maximum output to disperse this guy.

"You, yeah, soprano. You're lying."

...... refine.

"You're scared of me. Honestly."

... Ignore the bullshit and work it out.

"I was so desperate to shake my butt that I ran away. What I asked for was a classy dancer, not a horny guy. Are you asking me out?

That said, he threw something over here.

……

Unexpectedly disturbed concentration. He threw paper scraps at me as if they were going to release them into a trash can or something. That's my coat hem decoration.

I have cherished it ever since I was given it under the title of Apostle, one of my prides.

Fluffy, and floating in the universe, and the jewels reflected and twinkled the sunset, falling straight to the ground.

Naturally I don't show any gaps to pick up...... more reason not to hesitate to kill.

"I don't like lying. It's like you're looking at yourself. Come on. If honesty is more fun in life, why do you throw up lies?"

Sleepy, slight.

You seem to be mocking yourself, no, no, that face that definitely mocked this one.

I don't like it.

"... when did you take it?"

I asked the deaf person unexpectedly, and I was ashamed of my shortcomings.

But.

"At the same time you freaked out and ran away."

Even as if the conversation was going through, the man returned the words.

... No, I guess I just predicted these words. I don't know if I need to get at their pace any more. This guy is just trying to confuse us.

Just for a moment, this one was distracted by how creepy this guy is, just alarmed. No life has been taken, the decorations are immediately, disinfect him and get back to normal, kill him, and that's it.

Instead, Koitz just showed off his bad habits that I didn't have to know about.

Even Senior Rogue must have stepped on a dodge because of that and his falsehood anyway.

"There was no point in going outside. Are you glad you didn't take Mr. Gallon hostage?

"... to your degree, I don't feel the need to do that"

Then again, I uttered words, but I didn't have to be asked anything.

I didn't like it. On the minute I'm going to die now, I'm honestly pissed off at this guy for spewing paranoia here without showing me one of his fright.

Of course I will. I will kill you, but if you hurt my pride even slightly, I will give you 10,000 times more fear.

"... you haven't had your first experience yet."

"Become"

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I don't know how many times you've slept with a man, and I'm a virgin, and I don't know that."

What will you say?

No, it doesn't matter. Enough, hurt me as much as you can, hurt me...!

"Look, I'm already bluffing. Kill as soon as possible at first. Suffer and kill next. Also kill fast. And now, I'll hurt you and kill you..."

Hihihihihihihi, and. That said, he grinned nastyly, and held his ear in pain for a moment.

"You can't kill demons, you can't kill humans. Maybe for the rest of my life."

……

"I can see it. You're an ordinary person... don't get me wrong, but this is a compliment"

"What...!

"It's okay. Killing humans is what animals and demons do. You are not your child yet. [M] You can't even drink. You're old, right? Well, I don't like it either."

I'll leave the dirty work to the others.

Go home, honey.

- Lady.

Hear those words.

For the first time in my life, I learned so much anger that it turned bright red in front of me.

- Intention to kill, that wasn't too close to my life.

Sometimes I simply don't like blood.

But I think the biggest element is that the environment that gives you such emotions has never been around you.

... What I remember is a memory from a young age.

Boring memory.

In one country of Volks, I was born. What's the name of the village...... I forgot it already.

My father, my mother, my relatives, my brothers, but I don't really remember my face.

The sentiment I felt most for them, I remember it well.

It was depressing, they were.

'Cause nobody and he don't notice. Chased by daily poverty, I don't realize.

What sounds we make and how much it sounds and how much it inhibits our natural harmonies.

... I liked the voice of nature. I liked the song. But I hated their singing songs that were so unusual and so loud.

My parents took me to the choir that occasionally came nearby to preach (even so, the villagers had already converted, so they must have come to collect the bounce) whether they tried to please me like that.

My parents seemed happy to see me silent, blurry and listening to them sing.

But the next word I uttered, paled my face.

"You suck shit, those people"

... disrespect, treachery, that's what, amidst all sorts of cursing, I went in front of them and played the same song, just like... no.

I sang it up perfectly, incomparably.

That's the beginning of being picked up by the Salian Church.

What happened to me was not hatred either. I'm not even trying to kill you. I was tired.

... The truth is, I wanted to get along with everyone.

I couldn't really be with them creating unpleasant sounds.

'Cause no one can tell. The pitch of the song was just half-sound, and I was so frustrated that I wanted to squeeze my head off by just turning off the trees' blurring.

sound and its harmony. Even though it's so great, I'm sure everyone, won't figure that out for the rest of their lives.

No one can share the same world as me. I was thinking about that, even though the church picked me up and headed the choir.

In the meantime, God spoke to me.

"Sound it right."

Then. To my voice, to my song, to my magic.

If I sing, people will overhear me.

If I scream, the demons will die in pain.

I got the power. By God, I was chosen. I wasn't wrong.

Only then did I even acquire the skill to sort out the sounds that go into my ears and keep my mental state normal.

And now, along with his distinguished companions, he has become the sword that saves the world, and he has lived a life of gratitude and fulfilment for the innocent people he has never dealt with before.

... Yes, I was born with God's eye on me, even though I am excellent.

I'm missing something to say, you know? Lady, honey? Ordinary... because...?

"Heh, kidding...... come on!

Sucking up the ambient air in a flash, the leaves that were dancing are cut off under the influence of a vacuum.

My weapon gained by filling the lungs gained by doing so, hitting the sound bullets of the whole body. The simplest attack of my moves, aimed at destruction.

Now, if you're a concurrent demon, you've got enough power to blow up your limbs, killing magic. The most user-friendly, which is why I was admonished to use it, one of the trump cards.

Exactly at the speed of the sound it reached the man in front of it...... blew its right arm off (...).

"Ugh......!

The man, whose center of gravity is madly out of balance, flutters sloppily and collapses to the ground.

Good zama! But not yet, not enough! More, more!

"Say it again, who says it's your daughter!?

Another blow.

Now, left arm.

"Grrr."

"You bastard, to me!

Another blow.

Now, right leg.

"But it hits me!

"I don't know what I said, again, if I can say...!

Another blow.

Now this guy is the earliest.

"Ghaaaa......!

"Say it. Whoa! You mutt!

The earliest, potato worms alike.

By the time I'm done, I win.

"... heh, heh. You look good! You deserve it, don't you?

That said, I take a step forward. There must still be breath. Absolutely, I'll make you regret ever having such a mouthful.

One step, one more step and closer to the man as he plays the frozen ground with his fingertips in a frustrating mix.

The potato worm. The traitor deserves it.

"Look, what happened to the momentum just now? Say it, say it. Me, that's what I want to hear, and I'm still keeping you alive!

That way, I bite the brutal joy. And even the first time I realized that I could be so cruel, I lift my right leg, shivering with that joyful spice.

"This soprano chosen by God, what are ordinary people...!

Gently, yes, as humiliating as possible, let the flutter and his temples reach his toes, the moment he touched them.

It was rampant and crazy in me, exploding a hell-anger.

"Say it again. Yikes! Traitor!"

I step on my head trying to get all the depression I've been given by this guy into this blow.

... Gushi.

"Eh."

Eh.

Shh.

No way.

The muscle-strengthening magic now added to me is not so strong.

Compared to defensive witchcraft, it's like a sparrow tear.

Originally called a support specialist, basically because it's my natural style to fight hidden from the enemy.

My plans are crazy...... that's what I think I can resent Senior Ninina for on this point, but eventually it will be good because it fits where it should...?

What, I can't believe you can't kill people. Hehe, that's not such a sweet thing...

... No, that's crazy.

With my power, I can't do that to smash a human head.

You lunatic, no way, your head is empty, not a metaphor...?

I looked down roughly.

"I knew you were a normal person. Not as good as you, Rogue."

I thought I heard voices in the void.

From behind, something got entangled.

It's very cold, very, very cold.

At the same time I intuit that the temperature from hell caught me.

Without consciousness from his own mouth, an unusual scream leaked on top of this.