Instant Messiah

- And the stage, back to the castle in Diabolo.

From comedy to further comedy, the curtain opens.

In ancient times, humans started it.

It was then established at the hands of Vara Detra.

Nine of the Dodo pulled the trigger.

And now, the stage where Cristella dances.

Demons and beasts... the cruelty of these funny creatures, made by someone who has forgotten ethics in the womb, is about to begin.

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"Welcome home, young lady!

"Gallon."

Sitting on the throne and keeping his attached right elbow on his chin, Cristella, who received a gallon of voice, opened her eyes, which were closed.

"Looks like you're safe. Most importantly. Shameless...... I was surprised to hear those apostles showed up"

"... hmm"

That, and Gallon tilted his inner neck.

Normally, this unscrupulous master of his was one who responded with a warm voice of unscrupulousness.

I wonder what caused the laughing reply with my nose right now. Do I even work in some absurd disrespect...?

- Oh, the hindsight, it wasn't.

But that's something she can't possibly know.

I told Nine oh, I'm not even going to expose the collar to the boulder in front of His Majesty the Demon King, and I'm wearing a collar-tall jacket with a hidden neck...

It just sprung up, guilt.

But as if to shake it off, with all the brighter voices, the gallon continues.

"Whatever it is, I'm glad you're not hurt, really!

This word is definitely the true meaning of the gallon.

But for a moment the werewolf wanders with a strong look from Kristera as if to see through its back.

And as he captured such a figure of his own men with his cold gaze, the Demon King opened his mouth.

"How far is that a sincere word, is that?

"... Huh? Yes, now, what?

Work the disrespect of listening back unintentionally, but I can't even think of that fact.

Gallon couldn't really understand what she had just been told.

"Do you hear me? Are those big ears decorative?"

As earlier, Cristella snarls her nose.

Beautiful to the point where even such a trick is cowardly, the king sitting in front of a gallon obviously turns his distance against this one... no, he is turning his emotions toward what should be called earliest hostility.

... a sort of disrespectful statement, but I had a good relationship with His Majesty that could be described as cheap, at least Gallon believed.

No, even if you asked the majority of the castle, you would say that was no mistake.

Yet.

Anxiety comes to the gallon's chest. That twitches, it grows.

What the hell is she like now?

"That's a lot to spare while you're late, Gallon. So much trouble saying hello to the rest?

"Become"

There will also be dirt from the journey, and it is not enough to heal fatigue, but I still have some sudden errands.

With previous tacit understandings, it was common to leave a little time for Cristella to say hello immediately after her outing, except during a military triumph.

But to dare say something on top of that that I can't argue with.

"The rest is with a great deal of loyalty."

"No, my lady! That's in not many words......!

"That's it"

Pi, and Cristella pointed her index finger at the gallon, and the woman pointed at Bibi, stiff.

"No matter how many times you tell me to stop, don't call me that. I'm surprised he was so light. Hey, Lord Gallon Vermillion, Captain of the Diabolo Demon King SS?

…… Excuse me, Your Majesty. Forgive me... "

Gallons lay flat unexpectedly.

It is true that until now the behavior was allowed by the Lord's generosity, but now on this occasion it made no sense at all.

I can tell by the simple myself.

Kristera Vara Detra is.

Now, to the best of my knowledge, I'm in a bad mood.

"... boring. You've been mean. Forgive me."

"No, no! O...... all over my immorality!

Gallon kept her face down, but the color of Cristella's voice felt like she regained her usual tenderness.

"It's okay, Gallon. Face up."

To that voice, which is softer than usual, but still the malice directed earlier… Gallon, frightened by it of a being who believes precisely to be the most horrible in the world, looked up as he was told, leaving a mess behind.

And frozen.

"You've already found someone else to serve. Oh, you did. I would have foreclosed before the honorable...?

Cristella's eyes wore more terrible colors than they had earlier.

"Eh...!

The back of my hand on the floor, my lord... was trampled on its heels.

It doesn't seem like you're doing everything you can on the boulder - if you were, you must have a hole open by now - but still it doesn't make a difference to the pain.

But more than that, confusion precedes.

Gallon looked unexpectedly where he was trampled.

"Face up. Don't look away. If you don't feel guilty."

"Ha... I"

"Between the humans and the others, the liars are called two tongues. But, Shizuku... should I say two tails?"

"Oh, yeah. Uncle, Your Majesty, I didn't mean to!

"Shut up!"

Along with the shouting, the power of his legs was aggravated, and the gallon moaned.

"I can't believe your words anymore."

"Why!"

"Why...? You, too. Now, why did you ask?

The heel placed on the back of my hand can be gently removed.

Instead, the demon king gently lifted the gallon's jaw with his thin fingers.

It was the softness of that gesture as she trembled that seemed to represent Christella's mood now, and Gallon was frightened.

"If you don't know, I'll tell you. You..."

So I guess it takes some sort of determination on Cristella's part. I stuffed my breath for a moment and shook my lips.

Here's what she said.

"You said it! Gallon, you betrayed the rest!

"Tell me what! What did I say?

"Let me tell you! What else do you want me to say? Then I'll tell you, I heard the rest, when you quit serving, I guess you said that at your own home, or did you forget!

"Na"

That, hearing the voice of the demon king who rubbed up to the point of sorrow, Gallon felt, for a moment, as if his feet had disappeared.

I could not say that I expected to be poked about this...

You did say that, if you say so... At that time, I did say that I was quitting my job at the castle.

I forgot that.

I can't say anything. What the Demon King said was true, and I had forgotten it completely, as if I had certainly not even taken that one important note.

I couldn't even tell the gallon what that meant, and what it meant to get out of my mouth by accident.

That's not true, but were you going to tell me?

No, I hate lying. That's probably not true. I don't want to put it in my mouth.

So you're mad at me for that, huh? As if to mock His Majesty in front of you?

No way, no way.

... can you make excuses? Throw away your loyalty, decide you didn't, and eventually you're here?

... a tour of the moment. But Cristella doesn't condone it.

"'What about that'? Oh, my God, go on."

"Well, that's true, yes"

Gallon's excuse for being rushed out unexpectedly...... I can't even mislead him on this point, without hearing that clarification to the end, Kristella threw up.

"Whatever the reason for that, you're doing the rest...! I bet you found someone else to shake your tail with! That mountain monkey! That's right. That's what he would do if he had less than that human being! You, you're..."

So one, swallowing saliva as if to squeeze it up, Kristella shrugged the words out of her throat, not just telling her to rip it.

"You chose him over the rest!

Ugh, I see the Lord, who rarely but shortly breathes.

As the words progressed, it was conveyed that the force would go into the fingers that accompanied his jaw.

Backwardness dominated the gallon's chest.

I couldn't say anything to myself.

I mock myself. I can't believe I forgot all that. How thin is my loyalty...

... but.

But still.

My love for Christella remains. She was her own admirer. No, even at this moment now.

Gallon thinks he was a while ago.

If I were my old self, if she'd told me so far, I'd have been heartbroken.

Except for who I am now. Just a little, just a little bit. I grew up.

I could see what I wanted.

No more distractions from the complex.

The courage to overcome the weakness that parents could not leave.

... and what I wanted to protect, I could.

If you are who you are now, even if it doesn't come true, you can make an effort to show your loyalty to Christella. Even if they curse me that it's just my mouth, I'll have to do it if I have to.

That's what I thought, and Gallon tried to open his mouth.

He speaks with his hands slightly above his chest and around his neck, as if he were going to get strength from it.

Just before that.

"Ga......!?

The air in the lungs, which was supposed to be the first sound, leaked vainly.

by Chris' hand as he moves from his jaw to his throat as soon as he blinks and tightens.

"Ohhhhhh...?

"... what is this?

A gallon of demon kings, lifted with unimaginable force from their skinny arms.

Cristella peeled and glanced at the unnatural feeling in her hands, hidden in the gallon's collar mouth.

No way, I guess I thought.

But you didn't want to believe it.

But, all the while, and it's the good relationship I've had with my men in front of me that switches me to fuel hatred.

- There was no sound, and the area around the neck of the gallon of clothes could disappear.

No scratches on the skin, leaving room for one piece of cloth. At a distance of touching or not touching, but Cristella did capture the gallon's throat and lift it to the hanging.

"Mm, g......!

bitterly, but glossily the werewolf groans.

Her neck. What is now hidden there and embedded in the obvious is a leather ring.

Luxurious, but not too flashy, slightly luxurious fun.

The red rose embroidery with the product was cautious.

Slight gravity and an unnatural maiden hobby. But it was more harmonious than it was in the neck of a gallon.

The werewolf has a collar.

That is.

"... you look great. Hey, you found someone who really wants to shake their tail, didn't you?

Cristella looks at the gallon. A beautiful face approaches the other beautiful face.

Pompous, envious, and with a face that must be thinking the exact opposite, Kristera sarcastically.

And without touching it before, from her hand, which made her disappear the paranormal force that was hoisting her men, the werewolf's body followed gravity and fell.

The Demon King stared silently at the gallon that leaked his cheeks and cough.

However, he caught an unexpected stop in the back of his subordinate's head movement, which was leaning over him.

With his face lowered, the small voice of the gallon echoes on the spot.

"Your Majesty..."

"What?"

"You may call this gallon unfaithful and abusive. No, it's only logical that you should do that."

Even if you don't tell me, Gallon continues, trying to return it to Christella.

"But on top of that, I shamelessly say. My loyalty to you has not compromised any respect."

"Then why?"

Why did you try to throw your duty aside?

Cristella's next words clearly meant that, and she expected the gallon to draw its will.

So the gallon goes on even further.

"At that time...... now is the time to be ashamed of your irresponsible remarks. I resented my lack of power, but I resented my immaturity... so I said that. I noticed. I'm a bad guy. I..."

…………

I wanted to be like you.

"... Hmm. Be charming."

The tone was cold, but the Demon King's cheeks blushed slightly.

If the belly I trusted told me so far, I would also shrivel slightly to blame Cristella.

At last, she was stubborn.

In the end, the depression in Leviathan and the recent changes in the relationship between the people here in the castle due to the sister's separation and the exhilarating behaviour of the mountain monkeys.

And this gallon of treacherous remarks heard from the Chancellor (...) early on when he returned... he only withdrew it already, but the upset caused by those elements exceeded Cristella's boiling point.

Originally, it was certain that Christella trusted the gallon.

"But I woke up, too. Please, give me another chance. Put it at His Majesty's side."

…………

"I want to be your sword. I want to be a fang. If you say you can't believe it... I want you to look at my neck. Unlike manipulation, on this occasion."

I'm sorry for every second I live in suspicion of you.

In the name of Vermillion, the above words are sincere.

Gallon is exposed to his own neck, as if to embody his will to utter the word.

If you can see that you are still giving your heart so much, then you can feel safe in response.

No matter how responsible the king is, Cristella is a little girl who has only counted twenty years since her birth.

In words to the name of the family, the angry fire of the Demon King's heart was scattered.

But anxiety remains.

"... then what the hell is that collar?"

"All the while. There is a competing place for a werewolf collar and Vermillion duties. None of which is inferior to anything for us werewolves. Even though His Majesty had kept him, his ancestors, who had already worn collars on his side, were his protectors."

"Mm-hmm."

Sure, I know that. Vermillion, who allowed the collar to be another from the Demon King at the time, was certainly there. He also served as a Kingsguard.

"Still, the rest and... mountain monkeys. It doesn't make any difference to have two lords."

"Don't worry about that, Your Majesty. It's not like I didn't think anything of it."

"... I'm already a good lady. I can't calm down when I hear His Majesty from your mouth...... So, hmm. Say it."

In the meantime, I knew I wasn't being scorned by the Demon King.

But what will the gallon do when that busy man goes against his will? That's what matters.

Thanks. They have an idea around here, too, and Cristella turns to her ear unexpectedly.

"In accordance with ancient legislation, on the dawn when the collar-fitted and the fitted became a couple. Each other's status is considered equal."

"... ah?

Incredible words, I heard them. I feel it.

"... sorry, say it again. Is it a mistake to hear, who and who, what?

My voice was trembling.

"Uh, I'm late for your report. This time, Gallon Vermillion. I'm engaged to Nine! I've already got my father's understanding!

"Huh?

"I know your daughter will be worried. He's a human being, so you might not trust him, but I'll take good care of Nine! I won't let your daughter imitate you."

... Never.

Potsch, and the gallon spills.

The voices containing the previous illumination turned serious flavors all at once, but I haven't heard Cristella at the earliest.

Cristella. I saw a gallon with a straight eye and hid my face with my own palms, not saying that I had nothing to get lost at the earliest.

Cristella, for a moment, looks like a demon.

But troubled by pigeon-like innocence.

But spin cunning thoughts like foxes.

Moisturize your eyes like a bedridden maiden.

I let my eyes swim left and right like a weak sheep.

And, meditating, slowly lowering your hands, a word.

"Right. Is that right? Right..."

In the end, a bat-like, whichever attitude.

At least on this occasion, he decided to cloud his tea.