Instant Messiah

- Nine closed the metal door in his back hand and glanced at its painfully cold.

Unexpectedly rubbing his hands together, he breathes out and repeats the act to restore blood to his scuffling fingertips.

Oh, when it's cold, it's blurry.

... I'll spare you because it's cold, it's not just as a pretext to leave the scene that he said that to Puria earlier.

Though not as cold as the Vermillion, the land is also in winter.

It is seen to some extent as taking care of His Highness Elektra, but we cannot neglect the work that was originally given to us when we returned to the castle.

Cristella said it was a temporary vacation, but gaze from other demons can mix with something cold.

So Nine finished cleaning the treat room for the first time in a long time because the seniors were in a bad mood.

What I think is that screams stay in my ear whenever I hear them. Some of the prisoners who grabbed us in Tiamaria still have stock (...). During the bleeding, some turned a vain gaze.

Well, some say how to gain weight, some say seasonal. Besides, it's a time when you can't take food, you shouldn't waste what you can save.

Their necks are still, literally, connected to such a common sense idea.

... what difference does it make between me and them? Nine thought about it now.

(No, I don't think so. I live only as a result)

The conclusion is as usual. I'm going home to the same place, crap thoughts.

I repeat my regrets over and over because I am a weak person with nothing but talent that protruded the world enough to repaint itself.

(But people die. If he decides when he will die, the world will be overflowing with extra creatures.)

... I'm a human being, too. Not an exception.

That's why I'm afraid of their Terminator. Because who the hell can say that I won't be like this tomorrow, etc.

Master Tia also said you're a weak person, so don't forget how dirty it is to live. It's about her, talking about the future and being forgiven.

And Master Tia is not that much of a flirtatious woman. A heirloom treasure knife because you shouldn't pull it out. You shouldn't open it, Pandora's box.

Contrary to her dignity, she feels bowed down. She definitely doesn't imitate the prophecy horribly thin. If she does it, it's like a definitive future.

Whatever it is, she's that far into this world...... you're not desperate for Holds, I'm sure.

Thoughts are on the sidelines... but I feel like I'm doing something extra in people's hands. But I have my revenge. Somewhat indistinguishable, no sacrifice can be made.

I'm not wrong, I'm alive now and it's proof left that I can keep playing this game.

Aren't you?

Right, Master Tia?

... unconsciously Nine asks the snake every time for an escape of thought that way.

An empty man who can't grow up is no different in phase, never tired of it.

Repeat the same regret, deluding your lowly heart.

- It was a total waste of bargaining. Cristella is so blurry in the castle library.

Wherever I look, I wonder if I can see where our demons are inferior to humans.

... This was even more of a story. Already the world has taken the devil tribe and man, black and white. Far from the proposition to think about as Demon King.

Still, Cristella wraps herself around the library and reveals her history books. Think, think, think...

Where is the goodness of God, or truthfulness, as Saliah calls it?

Things in this world fall from top to bottom. That's about as sure as it gets. Isn't that the extent to which God and I can say it? No, if the conditions change, we can even shake this fact?

If so... Ha, whoever the hell said the Demons were evil and inferior to humans, etc.

Where is the basis for this? What's the argument, a classic that's been altered for their convenience?

Make me laugh.

How ugly or unconscious are we humans? You sure about that?

Don't you have a concept of shame?

Slave traders, they can't stand to see that face delighted that they sold their own compatriots high.

Absolutely, how disappointing it must have been. You can't even be a respectable enemy, man, man, man!

... gold, food, gold, sex, gold, gold, life, vanity, gold... where is the neighbor love and the doings where they stand up and speak loudly?

Is it out of stock? Sure, the cheap push and sell kind looks good.

And I don't know if my neighbor bought it all over me or if my landlord didn't want it, but is it because the food stuffs in our stomachs? What, you can't fit in with us cannibals. I say idiot, which was the first one to bring the story of the compromise? Starved in lean land, to us!

Isn't that a good story? It's too much.

Increase as much as you like, not to mention the excessively increased portion, and the anger towards the diminished is upon us. Really, it's too much of a cycle.

With God, if he is, he is an extra masterpiece. If you have a little love, you can turn the world around better.

... Demons can't be that cruel. We are, hopefully, a 'demon' clan. Is that what you learned, such as the definition of demon laid down by man, such as disdain? You are all evil.

We also have eyeballs. Some of them don't.

I also have hands and feet. Some of them don't.

Intelligence, too. Everyone has it.

I also have love.

... Everyone has it.

... What's the difference? Why do you hate us? Before the rest of us lay our hands on Nile Village, what was the cause of the original dispute?

Or something like that, you didn't start with?

Is it just hate, or do we hate each other so much?

Humans. Were you able to be so evil in numbers?

Is that all you got?

Less, so we should have disappeared?

Why was my ancestor in the north in the first place? Where did we come from? Where did you come from, the devil race!

Why did we show up in this world as a hated species!?

... with God.

I believe in your presence for the rest.

Malice. You are malice itself.

How much do you hate us? How much blood do you drink to make your belly swell?

Previous quantities are not enough. You are never tired of it.

I know, God knows.

We're next, aren't we?

Whatever, you're greedy!

God, God! I see. Okay!

Mori Luo Wang, any joint good, more meanness than everything! That's you.

Humans, remember.

its golden shimmering faeces at best but its good!

... but.

No matter how much Kristera inspires herself and reaffirms the legitimacy of the Demon Nation, she repeats the same thought again.

When we're right and humans are wrong, there's always something wrong.

If you do, just like I said, you can't stand on those feet.

Is that her weakness?

Or kindness?

... Nine once praised. That there is unworthy sweetness in what stands on top.

The review is correct. That's been annoying her.

Even today, the Demon King cried unconsciously, like Electra once did.

A demon king who doesn't like blood.

Still, the demon king, described by humans as the worst ever, started the First Lost, causing a great war with humans.

She's Kristella, the Demon King.

Poor Demon King, who inherited the name of Vara Detra.