Instant Messiah

A majestic stained glass.

The sun inserting from it, via a seemingly gorgeous ultra-radical transparent body, was, no, still soft because of its colour flavour.

There's one young man there, a good old boy, with his hands together and his head resting on it. Regardless, at the tip of its lowered head… at the tip of its consciousness is the statue of an angel with the symbolic cross of Sarianism. Whether the appearance of God Himself is too fearful to be molded in the hands of men, it was a lesson to preach prayer to God via the ears and mouths of His servant angels.

This is a cathedral.

The name of this country is Seneca.

Said Shri, the name of the capital of this country, which is the centre of the country of the main mountain of Sarianism and which, due to its rich economic and religious power as a capital, wields great influence over other countries… and also over its own people.

Behind the largest and most magnificent diocese in the land, that is, the heart of a secret sanctuary, a diocese in which Salia holds the most authority, this boy is praying.

The mouth opens and closes slightly repeatedly. It is due to the chanting of the Holy Word that the air trembles so slightly that it cannot be heard without touching his lips. It was an exemplary act as a believer in shaming his own uncertainty, begging God for forgiveness and asking forgiveness, and nothing strange at all on this occasion of holiness.

But who the hell is he who does it on this occasion, when the entrance is not even tickled by the followers of the covalent status? Neither status nor ability is a regular person.

The boy's name is Moo Xanado.

This boy, only fifteen years old, lives as an apostle… a fang that destroys those who defy the teachings of Sariah as the authority of Sariah itself that transcends man.

Meditate your eyes, pray wholeheartedly to angels who serve God, pray...... what exactly is that prayer?

No one speaks to him who keeps praying devout. Besides, there was no one else in this wide square but the boy, so it was natural too.

Already for more than two moments, remaining in the same position and continuing to pray, he existed as part of forming this place at the earliest, proving that only a slightly moving mouth was here as a living and living being.

It is the voice of an impudent woman who broke the air that she could not invade.

"Long time no see, Moo. How's it going?"

It is Ninina. She will not break this attitude to anyone, against the Apostle, or surely against the Pope.

And in response to such an out of place voice, the boy turned around in a hurry as his previous calm appearance frightened his shoulders like a lie.

"Ugh, hi, to, Nina,...? Hey, what can I do for you?

I should have already finished the voice change, but that voice, bare and turned over, is enough to say it's a little too tall, even if it belongs to a woman, and Ninina accidentally covers her ears.

"... it's still bibibili, you. It's a boy, so stay with me."

"soot, soot, soot, soot"

Only five letters on a few occasions...... the woman didn't ask for an apology or anything in the first place...... a boy who even struggled to utter words and decided to show that intention by bowing his head because it wouldn't come true.

Seeing that, Ninina sighs unexpectedly.

What will the faithful look like fantasizing about the Apostle in case this mortician child finds out outside that it is one of the Sarian showdown weapons?

The imagination was thoughtfully funny and driven by the urge to actually try, but the old men in superiors can refuse to forgive such a thing. Because authority and doings seem to be more to them than anything else to protect.

I still can't agree with the young Ninina on the occasions around...... because she's young.

... I'm still young. I'm in my twenties. Your skin is shiny. I don't have cellulite.

Without even taking such an idea to bits, Ninina talks again to the boy in front of her, with his whirlhair (tweezers) pointing this way.

"Hey, silly, I want you to hang out with me on the go. You're free, right? I don't have any plans."

"Hih, uh, I'm not free... No, I don't. Time for prayer."

"You've done enough prayer. I'm sure it's delivered enough to God."

To Ninina's words, which she says, Moo shows his will with a dark eye.

"... done, done, not enough. It's not enough yet. Originally, but I have to pray more, to God."

Here, Ninina decided to pick a word.

In case you step on his mines, instead of this cathedral, Shri will be abandoned.

At the usual rate, if you say "put that behind you," that prediction will undoubtedly become a reality.

"... if there was a guy who would turn his teeth to that god. What are you gonna do?

"I'll kill you."

The way you've been disappearing like a lie, clearly. Moo shot Ninina's face straight through her gaze, which she had never even tried to gaze at before.

"I'll kill you. We have to kill him. Where the hell are those fools who deserve divine punishment?

"… Holy Inland Sea. In the sea, the filthy demons entered without shame. Then you know what you're gonna do, right?

"Okay, now"

"Wait. I have an idea up there, too. A week later. At that time."

So unexpectedly, Ninina had to cut the word, too.

Moo's gaze, staring at this one with all the shooting, is illusory so that it even involves mass. I don't even think of shards in a child like this. Trying to hold this weapon of life in from the front, for example, is only a shack of madness, even if it is an apostle.

"One second. Even that, their barbarity, their existence, is unforgivable. I can't forgive you. Quickly, who, who, the stupid old man who allows them to survive."

... Apostles at the heart of the Church, though bent, are not all beautiful, even if they are about battle. No, rather because we are in the heart of power, even this boy knows that there is an ugly pull of legs, which is justified in the name of 'adult circumstances' and that as a result the world is overflowing with misfortune.

"Don't rush. Be sure to turn this job around to you in a week. I expect others to work for you."

"You think I'm moving in vanity?

You're a troublesome kid, and Ninina was beginning to remember her inner fatigue unexpectedly.

Not that I hate it, but all things called apostles are highly habitual. There are no more countless grudges in my heart over the old men who gave me the role of holding between them like that.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't doubt your faith. I told you, this is the idea up there. It's not about how you can do this to Atashi."

"… Thoughts. Is that an idea? Who is it?"

"Your father."

As soon as the sword curtain was lying, Moo dropped.

"... wah, wah, ha, ok, yes"

And I seem really sorry, I worked rude, and I bow my head to Ninina, so I can't wait. That's because there will be no place to take your drinks.

A little tiny, who thinks this little boy is, like, the strongest force in Sarianism?

Ninina, now it's time to sigh loudly and wave to Moo.

Don't worry, I'll see you later.

And she disappeared.