This is Las Boss, Demon King, "Church" in front of Castle.

When I put my sleeves through my brand new clergy clothes, I went back from my private room to the diocese.

Stella stands on the stage.

Already the brunette girl had been forced to take the front seat over the red carpet.

The Demon King points next to the bishy brunette girl.

"In the meantime, sit down, too, Seiklid. I won't argue with that."

I don't want to irritate your angry girlfriend any more, rocking her tail vitamins left and right.

I'm an assassin (?) and sat side-by-side.

Stella confirms when she's ready.

"Uh, first of all, that's a name. I'm Stella. Regular visitors to this church."

"Oh, oh, that! Isn't it strange that it's a church but a customer?

"Ugh, shut up! I'm not a believer, but I'm here to see you. Isn't that right, Seychlid?

"Yes, Mr. Stella is a valued customer of our church," I smiled back.

Stella seems unhappy.

"I don't feel like there's any inclusion in the way you say it, but that's what it is anyway. So, what's your name?

The girl raised her voice as she trembled like a pull and a puppy and swayed her okapa hair into small pieces.

"Ki, Ki, I say Kirsch"

"Oh, that's a pretty name. So, Seiklid... doesn't this name sound familiar to you? Childhood friends and forgiveness."

When I turned to the left next door, Okapa Girl - Kirsch also turned this way and smeared her mouth.

"You don't look familiar. Apparently, you know me beforehand, but that's what people have heard."

Kirsch shook his head twice, vertically.

"Oh, yeah! I'm sorry. I've never seen you before, but all of a sudden I'm getting bold. Um, can I get to work?

The girl softly hid her face in a mask she was trying to wear on her head.

It is a white dokuro mask.

Stella arms up and tilts her neck.

"What do you mean, work?

Kirsch stood up and put his umbrella in his hand.

"Well done. You asked! I look like a reaper."

"Heh. I never asked you about human reapers."

"It's a reaper proxy profession!

"I don't know if it's targeted. I wonder what it is after all?

Kirsch opened his umbrella to place the shaft against his shoulder. Turn around on the spot with the umbrella attached.

"I'm ashamed, to put it bluntly to the entity, it's the one called the assassin. My family is also a prestigious assassin (Elite Assassin) in the society behind the Wang capital, and this is my first job."

Stella loosened Nimmari's mouth.

"Hmm. That's why you're like a Reaper and a Doc mask. But that's usually what you wear to hide your face, isn't it?

Close the umbrella and rotate it at hand like a baton, then Kirsch stops pitterly to pose.

Lifting her left index finger, the rhythmically Okapa girl shook left and right.

"I won't leave any witnesses behind. Because that's the way I do my job."

The Demon King's eyes became tender as soon as possible. Stella gets off the stage and stands next to me, giving in and whispering to me in her ear.

"Poor kid. Do something for him."

It is also the duty of the high priest to lead the stray lamb to the right path, but the problem is that I am the target of her (Kirsch).

I looked up and looked up at Kirsch with my front seat. It's a peek-a-boo outfit from the bottom, but it's the same type as some brave guy, or it's the kind of volume that's inherently taken nutrients from his chest that should go to his head.

"Targeting a high priest at his first job is a lot more challenging."

Kirsch took off his mask and hung it back on his head, letting his eyes swim. The assassin continues in a noisy tone.

"And, naturally. I hope the first person you kill is a big man, and the later you become a rare, famous assassin in the history of darkness."

"Have you set your own targets?

"There's no personal resentment or anything like that against you because the house people carefully selected the best in the work sent to the Assassin Guild. Come on, don't rot afterwards, and, Shit, die!

A kirsch with an umbrella to poke at, but the tip is shaking with a pull.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

The girl's movements rolling out the spike, itself, were well trained. More importantly, I can't feel anything like killing or killing or hostility. A man who wields such things would not be suitable for an assassin if he could kill him.

Nevertheless, there is too much difference in experience in the first place between someone trying to assassinate me and me, who has left the assassin more than once in the past.

Paying the umbrella with his flat hand as he sat down, Kirsch thrust into the bench with too much momentum. The tip of the umbrella pierces the back of the chair and guts open with impact.

"Ah... well. I don't know how to prevent it."

Okapa girl grumbled resentfully.

How come all this comes to “The Last Church” is a faulty (Ponky) girl?

"The move that didn't make me feel like killing was really brilliant, but I thought it might be prevented from being grand from the front and natural. It won't reach me unless it's an ambush."

Stella raised her voice when she realized now that it was an attack.

"Huh? Hey, could it have been an assassination to poke me with an umbrella?

Kirsch twitched and moistened his eyes.

"Yes, shouldn't you? I'm sorry. I really want to carry the Great Sickle around like a Reaper, but I'm using it as an umbrella because I find out he's the one who mows his life in one shot."

If you're an adventurer fighting demons and demons, you don't have to know, and it really catches my eye to carry something noisy in the King's Capital and elsewhere. But...

"Don't you find out your identity from that head mask?

"Oh, don't mess with me like that"

"It's not a mess, it's a pure question"

"I've never found out with an assassin in this mask, but if the number of job questions I've received from guards policing the King's Capital, it's a cut off in the family. Eh."

Tighten your chest small and rock it big. No, it wouldn't be something to be proud of.

While the person on the side of the assassination, I'm getting worried. Is this guy okay?

Once again Kirsch pointed his tip at me as he pulled his umbrella out of the back of his bench and closed it.

"So be my first. Please, have mercy."

Let me kill you for the first time in my life. I was begged to do it for the rest of my life. This also begs for life (?) Can I say?

Somehow, I tried to ask Stella for help.

"Um, Mr. Stella. As it is, I will be killed by assassins. Please, would you stop her?

Stella narrows her eyes.

"I was hoping to see it once. Where an immortal and invincible high priest who kills won't die."

Apparently the Demon King doesn't doubt my safety and breath disaster.

Does persuasion have to be done on its own?

Stay in your seat and I'll turn back to Kirsch.

"First of all, in doing you a favor, why don't you prove that you have the corresponding benefit of being killed, in order to swallow demands on the other side?

Stella rocked her tail on this.

"You can contribute to the peace of the world's young girls, Seiklid! If you think for a young girl, you're not as spared as your life, are you?

It is half serious eyes. But in Stella's words...

"I see. You're a lollicon. I think you should die."

The assassin came on board, too.

"It doesn't benefit me to be killed?

"I'm sure I'll be reincarnated into a young girl in the next life, and I can do whatever Loriko wants. Oh, um... that's why don't you move. It was in the book that if you punched your heart, you could kill the clergy."

That's a noisy book. Bake it.

Stella arms "hmm" and looks down.

"But what about talking in the first place, assassins as a job? See, 'cause killing adventurers and all that will bring you back to life, right?

Kirsch returns this to Stella with a surprised face.

"If the soul is completely separated from the flesh, man dies. When we lose the battle against demons and demons, only the Great Divine Tree can reach out and resurrect us, and we can kill each other properly. However, once you kill a human, you become a resident of the world behind you, so the assassin will never be able to resurrect you via the Great Divine Tree again..."

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Then no! Yes, no! Please go home!

Suddenly, Stella started panicking.

Oh, in case Kirsch kills me, you thought I'd come back to life with aco and cannon guidelines.

Kirsch eats.

"Huh!? Aren't you going to be there for me?

"I won't! I think you should die a few times if you're a seiklid, because you can never live back!

"Shh, excuse me. But..."

Stinging and grumpy Kirsch, Stella pointed at Bishi's face.

"Anyway, Seiklid is my prey. I won't tolerate it."

"Huh!? Is Mr. Stella an assassin, too? Oh... so don't hesitate to attack magic like that... how many people have been killed already?

Suddenly Kirsch's hazelnut-colored (hazelnut) eyes glowed.

Stella giggled at the sudden question and stepped back half a step, but strained her chest immediately.

"Uh-huh. From around 100, I'm having trouble counting."

Don't lie to Salari in front of God, demon king.

To a grand, nosy stellar, Kirsch shook a pull.

"Shh, that's amazing! I didn't know girls my age had such amazing people."

Were you trembling with emotion, not fear?

Stella gently puts her hands on her chest.

"Well, that's about as much room as I can afford."

"That's why you weren't a customer."

"That's the thing! So, Seiklid, I caught my eye first. That's why I left. I left!

Kirsch hugged Stella trying to get rid of her snugly.

"You two don't have to say that! Let's kill them both!

"Hey, what's that? You don't have a pride as an assassin?

"Ho, I was really anxious to be alone. I'm glad you had someone with you."

Stella deserves a counterproductive holla story.

I pinched the cough.

"Uh, Mr. Kirsch. I believe that there are no benefits to be gained in exchange for my death."

Then the assassin put his finger on his chest. I snag the dress on my finger and try to slow it down.

"Um, then a virgin! I give you my virgin. If you were given a child, I would raise you to be a fine assassin, so kill me without regret! That's the utmost sincerity."

Sincerity... what is it?

Stella stood up stunned.

"Huh? Yeah? This, kid? Are you kissing me? Hey, you want me to kiss you?

Kirsch nods yeah.

"Then Mr. Stella will be with you. This is equality, peace, assassination."

Oh, already, this is terrible. Maybe that's the way I was raised, but with it, we have to do something about her before Kirsch gets his chest ripped off like this.

I pushed a ton on Stella's back.

"Mr. Stella, I've decided for you. It's now...... sweet breath!

"Huh? Ah! Yeah!"

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