Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

My proclamation changed my complexion on the side of the Divine Word.

Should the only pope who does not represent agitation be called a boulder?

The grasshopper seems to be full, turning his eyes.

But fate is not the face of divine speech, the face of sitting in the same row as me.

Peek into the complexion of Chirali and her face.

Mr. Sophia said, "What are you talking about? This guy is stupid. Are you going to die?," it says blatantly on his face.

It's easy to understand because what you're thinking is easy on your face.

The problem is, the other two.

Mr. White, after all, there is no change at all.

It's not hard to do.

The opposing demon king, Ariel, is distorting the end of his mouth with a nigga.

I met this demon king for the first time this morning.

Until then, I had heard from Mr. White and Mr. Sophia that the presence of the Demon King was flirty, but today was the first time I had seen him immediately.

Although I had only heard that Mr. White had a demon king, I had also heard a little more from Mr. Sophia.

Said he was a kind and kind person who saved me where I was targeted for my life when I was a kid and then burned me to look after him.

I'm glad to say that my impression of seeing the real thing is the opposite of that of Mr. Sophia.

This is not a kind and gentle person, no matter what you think.

Or not even people.

"Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Ariel. Demon King do it. Call me Ariel with all your familiarity!

I didn't have the courage to introduce myself to Ariel as cheerfully as I hoped.

It was full because it managed to control the face that was going to attract me.

Even if I don't do an appraisal, I know that something that looks like the girl in front of me with one eye is not even mine.

And it turns out that Mr. Ariel hasn't turned down someone as kind and gentle as Mr. Sophia says.

It's vague, but it's taken a lot of lives, because there was a dense drift of what should be called a candle odor.

It doesn't actually smell like it.

But my kind somehow sniffs apart because I've taken so many lives myself.

It smells too dark to compare to mine. [M]

Mr. Sophia, God known as black, Mr. White.

More than I ever met.

Among other things, Mr. Ariel was the one who made me feel the most at risk.

I think, in the sense of pure combat power, there will be an increase in armaments for Black and White.

But I can't feel any hesitation from Mr. Ariel.

A hesitation to kill.

It wasn't what Mr. White felt, anxiety.

The anxiety I feel for Mr. White is unreadable anxiety about what he is thinking.

But the anxiety I feel about Mr. Ariel is the other way around.

anxiety for knowing what you are thinking.

Mr. Ariel, with a clear purpose, is not hiding his intent to kill.

It convinces us that if anyone inhibits its purpose, it will eliminate it without hesitation.

When I do, there are two paths I can take.

Do you want to stay still or cooperate without doing anything?

I chose the path to cooperate with Ariel and hence Bai.

Speaking of which there was no stray, it is a lie.

Mr. White is still hiding something, and I don't know if this is the right choice.

But it would be time to decide what to do with your stomach.

said the Pope in front of him.

He said he would refine it so that the corpses he had built would not be wasted.

I, too, want to choose a path in which the deaths of those I have killed will not be wasted.

It's just my ego.

That doesn't convince the people I killed. [M]

Still, I don't think Rika is a good idea.

As a result, even trying to get your hands dirty on further massacres.

"That's what I'm talking about, people. Good luck. If you're bad, Lars will destroy you alone."

Mr. Ariel burns the face of divine speech that makes his face look funny.

You're not supposed to have heard of me making such a declaration, but I'm going to go ahead and talk about it without even giving it a bite.

I knew you shouldn't be confused by your looks and mild words and deeds.

"So isn't this what we're discussing? Honestly, other than attacking elves, we're basically enemies. Oh, I'll be in touch in the future. Come on, can you tell this kid something because I'm leaving him?

That's what Mr. Ariel summoned the one and only demon.

The demon looks like a girl at first glance, but if you look closely, you can tell that it is a doll that has been elaborated.

"Is it Papette Taratect? But it's a lot more sophisticated than what I've seen before."

Observe the demons summoned by Mr. Shiatsu and Mr. Ariel as the Pope speaks out as if they were impressed and frightened.

"Isn't that nice? It's a joint development between me and White, isn't it?

"Was I? There's no denying it here."

"Yeah, yeah. Then I'll keep it until the time of the elf attack. In the meantime, you can use it as you please."

"Regards"

Papette Taratect and I break my hips and say hello.

He didn't seem to think he could even have a conversation, and the Pope's face gave him a look that surprised him only for a moment.

"No match for my doll, who can talk with White's demonic modification. Well, you can do everything you want, so if you want to use it for a small time, you can use it for combat."

"This is an unexpected gift."

That's what the Pope said, but I guess everyone doesn't think this is a gift from goodwill.

Because Mr. Ariel is like letting a dignified man dive in.

If anything of divine discourse makes a suspicious move, it will instantly come to Mr. Ariel's knowledge.

From what I've seen, Papette Taratect's combat ability is quite high.

In some cases, this demonic unity is enough to suppress the very heart of this divine discourse.

If anything happens, it will tear your fangs off.

And Divine Worship can't turn it down.

Because if you refuse, you don't know what any more threatening Mr. Ariel will do.

"Then the meeting is over! Dustin, lend me some face. Tell me a personal story."

Mr. Ariel tries to take the Pope out with a smile.

Feel free, as if I suggest you go out for a drink with a friend.

But if you see the Pope's face caught on just for a moment, you don't think that's a valid offer.

I wouldn't try to make the Pope a deceased here, but I'm sure something unfriendly to the Pope's stomach will happen after this.

"So the whites wait a minute"

Before obtaining the Pope's consent, Mr. Ariel takes his seat and leaves the conference room behind.

Mr. White drops it off in silence, and Mr. Sophia can't move without knowing what to do either.

Do you want me to talk to Kusama for a minute?

Speaking to the grass room, I stepped out of the conference room.