Instant Messiah

High, high, disturbing. And that, far away.

Boom out of the cave is the roar of the wild itself.

Its cry that sounds powerful to the core of the belly, its useless pronunciation, its rough shredding, but even it encompasses completeness.

It was a powerful voice.

It was a horrible voice.

Soprano thinks.

... that the voice would have been so beautiful that if I hadn't been in this situation, I would have overheard it.

The cry of the liberated Wolf Woman was beautiful.

But I can't afford it enough to be distracted by it.

I didn't even mind a pointed stone eating into the palm of my hand that pressed against the ground.

This earth, which twirls, twists and still frightens me, wraps around my lower body so disappointingly that I want to curse it for having so much resentment towards me, that I will not let it go while I catch it.

First to the left, now to the right.

Whether you twist or push your hands in, the frozen ground won't let me get away with it with the disappointment of adding my body.

Keep it clean and I don't mind dirt getting in between the nails I was caring for. I don't have time for this.

As soon as I could, I was just thinking about that.

and twist your body so much that your shoulder blades dive into the back of your ribs. Normally unused muscles are crushed and even my own commercial tool, my lungs, are compressed, but still I continued my resistance to the earth.

All the way, my hands slip and I elbow. I hit the clap in the face. Cold, yes, as opposed to feeling cold already, the colder the muscles tense on their own and some begin to cramp, the more the technique of maintaining body temperature has become ineffective.

I don't have time.

We don't have time for this.

I still don't want to die, I'm not the person to die for. This is crazy. This wasn't supposed to happen.

I should have done my job by now. You caught the Vermillion. I just did what I had to do.

Why, why, why.

- Ooh, and the howl begins to accompany the bass, and it reaches my ear even when I say it's too late.

This is a lie.

I haven't done anything yet.

I'm not even in love yet.

Even the juniors of the choir have not been able to convey important singing techniques.

The treat I want, the new store I made for Volks, the new release guy, I haven't eaten it yet. I didn't go.

Yes, I promised I'd come with you. I promised Senior Ninina.

When this job is done, come with me......

- Ooh, ooh, ooh.

……

The werewolf's voice broke off.

……

With the disappearance of the barking voice, it can also be seen that the convergence of mana is progressing rapidly, whether or not it responds. I can see as if the magic around me is sucking into the cave enough to visualize it.

I knew what the consequences would be when a huge amount of it was just used to strengthen a single... physical ability.

The cave, my, front.

"Red Claw" Gallon Vermillion, the embodiment of death, comes.

I, lie, I, I am.

I can never stand the fact that my 'death' comes from the front. Oh, I don't like it, I don't like it, I'm coming...!

……

Shit.

Don't come.

Don't come.

Please don't come.

... Not yet?

Coming already?

If you're coming, just... just think about it...

... No more.

Don't bully me any more.

Don't come.

Don't come.

You haven't?

Oh, oh, oh.

... Ah, coming, he said.

For some reason, I knew that moment was in my hand. I had a hunch.

This is the guy called Concentration on Death...?

- Fluffy, and I felt the wind coming out of the cave, and it was a moment.

Faster than sound, that stunt. Only to kill me, it wields......

A blow that once buried my predecessor without a bone in the Ista defense.

I tilted the balance of power in the land to the Devil's side, the blow.

I can't even blink. In extreme tension, I see the sight of a werewolf coming at me to hit me with intent to kill, in a sumptuous way......

And no.

"Ha, no, no, no."

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Impact, roar.

A frozen earth, a corner of Vermillion territory, that day, that moment.

By one werewolf, trembled.

- Tu Du.

They were brilliant, frost-ridden because of the temperature, reflecting the evening lights at the earliest death.

And as that view, which was kind of fantastic, clears up, it gradually creates noise.

Running a straight line from the cave, a determined ground.

It lasted all the way to the other side, creating an unnatural blank in the woods trees that, along the way, awaited a healthy spring visit in this cold.

Mr. Gallon... The blow of Demon King SS Chief Gallon Vermillion was wielded with such nightmarish power that it required a topographical map rewrite.

Of course, the apostle was buried... or I dragged her to the ground, but there was no place or earliest sign of it.

Once Ista...... well, maybe three years ago or there.

Alongside the only Tiamaria left now, there was a place that had been named as a robust defensive city. Sure, I think it was called tigris.

Though I don't know what the devils call them right now.

Anyway, in that place, the human side had won defensive battles, and as a demon, they were attacking each other. The number of allies decreases, while there is nothing to gain and the food decreases.

In the meantime, a little over fifteen years old or one of their little daughters was sent by the Demon King SS in Diabolo, among other things.

The demonic soldiers were naturally angry. Did Diabolo abandon us?

That's how they were, all the more so. Morale was down.

I know something about this because Ista's war situation was favorable, and everything from the major newspapers to Castries magazines was covered with this kind of information.

Whatever, that little girl. When I say why I came to the battlefield to exalt my will, or to make it a soldier's comforter, it just seems that I took the life of the Demon King.

... Now I think, I see, it sounds like Chris. The word is simple.

"Kick my ass."

... I heard that one in the chat before, but that's really all they had instructions for.

Ha ha, hey pleasant and painful. As the saying goes, she gave down the eighth apostolic place at the time when she was in defense, making her a brilliant actor in the fall of Ista.

... Earlier, the moves I saw.

Origin from which the werewolf Vermillion is referred to as the peak in melee combat.

A blow that unleashes mana beyond the limits of life by strengthening physical abilities and exclusively using such magical powers that humans, on the contrary, are not demons there.

Historical lords' methods of activating that move seem to vary from one generation to the next, but Mr. Gallon, a contemporary user, says his hands, the claws stretching from them, unleash the power to that terrible point.

The late 'Red Claw'.

And it's this move that gave her those two names.

"... is this Vermillion's" Kagura "? Hey, I saw a good one."

Groaning so, Mr. Gallon, who slowly walked this way from afar, suddenly rushed to his full strength.

Oh, no, you don't run away because you want to see me so bad... no, wait, that face... oh, no.

I'm serious.

If you don't run, it's too early when you're so determined.

With her shaken right arm, she snapped my head as much as she wanted.

"Ahhh! Terrible, what are you doing!

"Stop, you're kidding me! Hey, hey, how do you know that!

"... what is that?

"So! Of moves, that, what. Uh, the name, the... or the... or the rags..."

My butt shrugged and it was hard to hear, but I could hear it once. But I know what you know no matter what they say.

Because.

"It was a pandemic among human children at one time. Swing your hands up from the bottom to the top and cross, 'Kagura! Scream."

"Ha? Seriously!? You're lying!?

"Really. I mean enemy play, and I was banned after all. Kid, you must have hit your heart." See, this is the Special Attack transmitted to Vermillion, Kagura! '"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What a sad voice, not to mention Mr. Gallon's crumbs broken to the ground.

You don't have to be shy.

No, I get it. You want to tell me, if I had the moves that could be passed down from one clan to the next.

I know. I know. It's romance to scream a special attack, isn't it?

"No, no... that was so young..."

"Isn't that good? You've been promoted to the rank of Commander of the Demon King SS for that achievement, haven't you?

"It's not good... I can't do it anymore"

Mr. Gallon has never been more tense. Until recently, I was only depressed, but I've never seen anything like it. Shameful women are good, right?

I feel different from the general shame, but that's also good.

... Well, I'm kidding. Hello.

"Mr. Gallon."

... to her with her knees in front of her, speak up. Just the two of us, but I didn't call her my mother, I called her by her name.

Stay down, Mr. Gallon stands up slowly.

"... hey, why are you here"

Blurring, she talks with a voice that even feels depressed about where the momentum has gone earlier.

I tried to give something back, but she kept going.

"Why are you here to help me...? I'm your enemy, aren't I?"

What are you talking about? Well... because there's no reason not to help.

In me, you're still my mother.

For you, even if it's not anymore.

"I'm a werewolf. You're part of the Demon Clan, Diabolo. of the demons who destroyed your homeland."

I know.

"... I told you earlier. I only heard it for a moment. He said he missed his hometown. He said he missed you."

... Oh, Naruto. Did you hear what I said to Soprano? That's why you're acting like this.

You're as cute as ever, really.

She called, hey, in a small voice.

"... you are human. But"

With that said, Mr. Gallon stretched his arms this way as he leaned down and held me in his chest.

When I unleashed the earlier move, for a moment only her appearance seemed to be that of the beast itself, but when I came back here, I was always back to the way I was.

So I buried my face in her bustling bisphere. [M]

"I don't want to betray you anymore. You helped me. You looked at me... as a woman. So."

……

"You're the only one who wants to protect me, even if I replace my life. I don't have to be your best. I don't care what you do. I don't know what you're doing here in Diabolo. I want to protect you."

That said, I can hold my head even stronger and stronger. [M]

"But I'm still an idiot. I can't betray you about your daughter either.... I can't decide the best. What would I do if you betrayed us..."

... finally figured it out. She thinks I'm still deaf.

I talked about it in a chat before, so you know I can read lips. So I guess we were still going to have a conversation until just now.

And now, I'm whining, not making you listen, to such a deadly word. Block this face, as if you don't want me to know your language.

I hear you. Ah.

"Because you're human, that's why I'm here. I want to believe in you, but I'm weak. I was so weak..."

She wrapped my cheeks gently with her meatballed palms, didn't hide her tears and gazed at me.

"I lied to you. I'm crying right now. I can't stop crying about this. I guess I've cried in the last few years since my dad told me my clothes didn't look good..."

If you squirm unbearably, you brutally wipe your face with your right arm. But later on, on her cheeks, the droplets drip down.

"I was a woman. Weak, indecisive, and feminine. Like this, I should have hated you the most, what the...? You said you weren't like me, but I really am, like this. This is what it is. You're disillusioned, aren't you? I can't be your mother. I'm much weaker than my mother, and I'm no good."

That's what I said, slipping my hands on my cheeks into my ears.

"Bad. I'm so sorry. I've done irrevocable things, for me, for me, even your ears..."

That said, again, draw my face to my chest.

"Such a loser, I don't know where he is anymore. I don't care how much we take care of our people, even my dads on the boulder... I don't know if I'm starting to lose track of this one..."

"Then let me take it from you"

"... what?

"I just said something cute. I'm not disillusioned with you."

"Ah...... ah? You... ears?

"I don't care about that."

My chest makes me cry out, but the power she has in my head doesn't loosen up, so I kept going.

"You said that I might betray you. I don't have the means to prove it."

"... n"

"But you won't betray me. I can't betray you anymore... are you sure you want to think that?

…… Oh, yeah. "

"So once we get back to the castle, shall we?

"Ha!? Why not!?

"I want you to know that your place is not gone. On top of that, I want you to talk to me again. Various."

"... I told you."

You're already a mess and a pain in the ass daughter.

"Come on, the cold is the limit. Here, touch your hand."

"Amen...... hey, what are you talking about swallowing! You're about to get frostbite!

"So, Subi, for now, Ekushu, I want to go somewhere warm."

"Oh, now it's like a wax, damn it, I get it! Talk to you later, loser!

"Yikes."

"If you're laughing! If I die of necrosis...... oh already, let's hurry!

... that's how we got out of the battlefield for now.