Instant Messiah

Until dinner, I waited to take action.

Because I was forbidden to go to Mr. Gallon's room, regardless, so I had no other chance to talk to Mom and Dad than at that time.

Let's go sneak dive into alert. What an underestimation of the werewolf's nose. It may not be possible, but it was somehow difficult to crawl into your daughter's house at night.

It's grand if you want to do it.

Right? Right?

... Nkufuhihi, there are countless things behind you, so bringing up this logic is now, but hey.

But anyway, by my own taste, it was up to me to talk to Mr. Gallon after dinner.

In the meantime, even after he eventually came back to the room, he waited for time to pass looking at Mr. Puria, who was unnecessarily mozzled.

But I want to be the man who can read the air, regardless, so I said to Puria, who's in strange shape, "Maybe, maybe, but did you and Mr. Gallon have a fight?," or "Are you washing your hands again? Aren't you a little too close to the bathroom? Is that right, or is Harpy like a bird with a total drain hole? You should have seen it right the other day." I didn't say such delicacy-free words.

Actually, I wanted to ask, but I didn't.

Not at all, I should have looked closely at it when I was less alert.

gossip.

In other words, it is currently at dinner time.

Something seemed uncomfortable. Puria, who was pecking rice in the first place, caught my ear sitting on the floor eating, not even being given the earliest desk, when Mom called out.

"By the way, it's about my daughter."

Exactly how the lid is cut and dropped.

"In the end, I apologize for the way you wasted your time picking me up from the castle, but I'll leave you at home."

"Ha."

In response to a distracted Mr. Puria, Mommy continues.

"You don't have to worry about the procedure or anything, because I'll be interacting with the Sagesta family's maid later. After listening to you, this is your decision, and I'll let her know that you've done your job properly."

"No, no. Careless."

... Kuhihi, Kufuhihihiin.

"... Nevertheless, I'm probably glad we talked before the cold waves arrived. If it's still the time, it's not that bitter to go back to the castle, is it?

"Yes, it is."

It was dangerous enough when I came here, though.

"Well, take your time today. It's painful not to be able to get around, but the weather looks nice tomorrow morning, if you make sure you enjoy our territory carefully from the sky."

It's time to wait. It looks yummy. I'm scared, but I'll have to.

"I'm sorry, sir."

Yes, it is the moment you speak up.

Was it also some anticipation? Daddy, who has kept his meal in silence until now... Sir Vermillion has immediately turned his gaze to this one.

While leaking signs of sword swallowing at all.

I want you to stop. Looks like it's leaking.

I'm a small man. [M]

If you can look at me like that, I'll mark you in this tall chair.

"I don't remember allowing Temehe to speak. Thank God there's rice and a roof, and go straight up and sleep. Tomorrow you don't have to show your face, so get lost."

It's cold.

But this has been predicted.

I opened my mouth to convey a word that would make him angry.

... Well, let's skip this later exchange. It's not a pleasant story.

However, I spoke with enthusiasm and said that I would have time to "say goodbye" to Mr. Gallon.

... It's the final goodbye. When I'm done talking to Mr. Gallon, he's going to be given to the table tomorrow for the punishment of working scattered disrespect.

Whatever, I will.

Heh, heh. What's disrespectful, what do you remember?

That's not true, Shikato. Mr. Gallon, Mr. Puria and I will return safely to the castle.

That's right. A wheezer and a human being can die. You only have to do that once.

In the end, this is a well, irrelevant story.

The only thing I should keep in mind about these exchanges is Mr. Puria's desperation for my plea for help. Uh-huh.

... Oh, little birdie. Little bird, he seemed cute.

That's what Peppy cries like a real little bird, saying forgive me, forgive me.

Shima-na, one unintentional blow.

My mom magically put me to sleep to shut me up. I heard that werewolves don't like magic for their sake, but they seem to be good people. Mr. Gallon said that before.

But, Puria at the time, it's amazing. He was cute. He said he didn't mind mumbling for me. He really did.

If, in case your pampered mama worked rampantly on you, it would be a catastrophe (...), so I was looking at you with a hiatus.

I'm fine. I'm not going to die a human being, that easy. No, well, if you want to get killed, let's talk about it.

Even if they kill me. Don't let them kill you.

... It's a slaughter. Kill, kill, kill, kill.

That's a relief. That's a lot of life. Ah, that's light. Someone else's (...) Oh, my God.

No, human, huh?

Sword swallowing, sword swallowing.

... but hey, little birdie. I'm glad to hear your words.

Forgive me, do it...

Who can forgive me?

I still can't forgive you, after all. [M]

Well.

Including all of them, I sorted out the situation with a "sort of" word, and I stood in front of Mother Gallon's room.

The time given is fifteen minutes.

Just fifteen minutes.

In the last fifteen minutes, let's make her my thing.

Without skin completeness.

- As usual, three knocks.

Concon, a little free, one more time, Concon.

When I met Mr. Gallon at the castle, I unilaterally created it for her to accept, an implicit understanding.

Me and her, it's one of the bonds.

…………

No reply. This is something different than usual.

She always said, "Get in" when I gave this signal. [M] So when I opened the dreaded door, I put my arms around me and turned my back.

So while I was there, he was slowly swinging his tail left and right, telling me inside.

A different place, in a different situation than usual.

Waiting for a response in retrospect of that, but still she kept silent.

The reply that always came is not coming today. That was just a little unfortunate.

Beyond the door, now Mr. Gallon, what the hell does he look like?

I can guess.

Because it's my specialty.

I don't want to be ashamed of myself, because my humility in speculating and doing things through others is the ability to keep me alive.

But speculation can't be true no matter how far you go. So people always go after it.

Especially in your relationship with someone, you want assurance and the peace of mind secured by it, defending your carelessness, your impudence and your disgust with your heart.

I am not bad, I have the right to know, this act is justified, so repeated, I step into the sanctuary of others with earthly feet.

And I think that too. I shoved open the door with a voice saying, "I'm going in, because I'm a human, that is, not an exception, but a self-centered being."

... It wasn't locked.

Inside Mr. Gallon's room for the first time in, it was dark.

Is it her silent protest, or her indication of intent to guess, or do you want me to break it down, to be sweet?

Well, I don't mind any of it. I've decided to do it.

Just make her mine today.

Later, in twelve minutes.

What the hell are you doing here?

"What do you think you're doing here?

Because the first voice was such a word, I am unexpectedly a parrot too.

Whatever she was, she kept showing frustration with my reply.

"I already told you to show your face."

On the bed, triangular seating.

With her face nodded to her knees, she said so blushing.

"I want you to say those words after you put your face up. I miss your beautiful face."

"Ugh."

"I'm just using those nasty words. You know, it's never going to be a lady."

"... let it go"

... Hmm?

"Didn't my dad see you as a proper daughter about you, in your stubbornness like now?

……

"Even parents don't know how you feel. Unless it's a word. The truth is, you admired your pretty daughter-in-law, didn't you?

"... say shut up"

"You may not have noticed. It's an unscrupulous consultation for you to understand your inner self. Most of the creatures in the world are crying and making noise, calling without shame or hearsay, and trying to communicate their opinions."

You're strong and proud, so I guess you couldn't do that.

But one day the limit will come.

And naturally it came.

It just so happens that it was now. There's nothing wrong with that.

Gallon Vermillion. My belated rebellious daughter. Goddamn.

Now is the time for you to be aware that you're exposed to the most obnoxious things?

……

You've said this far and you're not saying anything, Mr. Gallon.

...... 'It's not like her'. Though that is the true meaning of not lying, she overreacted to this word the other day. I mean, that's where the complex is.

... you just have to stick around, right? If you're going to make her mine, it's those parts that make you embrace the pepper.

But hey, seriously, it's pretty unpleasant for someone else to talk to you.

... I hate what people don't like.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

All right, stop.

"Hey, aren't you giving up? That's where I was pulling on such a shady face, and only a fat old man would get you, right? Isn't that what you hated the most about being used in your props?"

…………

"The prince is waiting for Sandlyon, Mother. It's not a very pleasant imitation. I'm laughing, not like you."

I said it.

As she leaned down, as expected, she responded to this word, turning her hair upside down.

Unexpectedly, to the extent that she didn't hear me, the laughter leaked.

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"Me, Raku...?

- Yes, the potpourri shrugged, slowly, and the gallon finally looked up.

"What do you know about me?"

"Oh, well..."

With that said, the man standing in front of the gallon, cut off his words and leaned down.

As such, the werewolf connected his words without concealing his frustration.

"... Think about it, it was originally crazy. Yes, it was a funny story."

"What is it?"

With his face facing down, but not hesitant to return besides his thoughts, Gallon keeps his voice free of absurdity, but without concealing malice.

"Why am I familiar with humans?"

"What are you talking about now?"

Now more.

Yes, a question like this should have been kept sooner.

Why did I, Gallon Vermillion, the werewolf, cling to this human being?

... Why was a woman named Gallon obsessed with a man named Nine?

To rephrase this, I dared to take it off my consciousness because it did not even deserve a place and seemed to awaken emotions that did not fit into the present.

Doubt...... yes, talk of doubt. A werewolf takes care of a human, uh, etc.

Common sense, it shouldn't be possible. I should have had such a natural question first.

... When I first met him, I thought he was going to die soon. It smells nasty.

The next time I saw him, Elle told me he was going to die today.

Aroma pushed me to be an educator, and then, I didn't like it very much.

Then... then.

It's strangely familiar, frustrating, and I'm in a bad mood for calling you "teacher," and that's not surprisingly bad.

... from behind, when you speak up. I can't believe I was wrong to say "mother," but I can't believe the sound of it didn't sound inexorably bad. Oh, I guess it was also the fault of that, that embarrassing act that made this guy read fairy tales for the first time, annoyed himself many times at night, in bed.

I was embarrassed, but I can't believe it's not bad. Oh, no.

... When I dressed him in a nasty way and gave him a jacket that exposed him to a scratchy body, he said he smelled good about himself.

I was just a little curious as to why I wasn't afraid of myself, but I couldn't stand being molested and tried to kill him.

Yet this guy is a thrower, and at the corner I take the time to teach him everything, but I say I can die, so I get angry.

Yeah, and then, there's been a lot of things, but still, dating him isn't that long.

Then, yes, we're talking about that question again, you can say it's uncomfortable.

Humans, humans...... hatred of this creature, where did I let go of it?

... That's it, I don't remember.

Can't you think, don't you remember, don't you want to think?

Or what else?

Blurring and consciously thinking of the man in front of you, aware that some of your thoughts keep asking themselves that question repeatedly.

Consciously, stare.

... Yes, the history was nothing, and it wasn't that important.

Because that's what we're really talking about now.

"There was something wrong with me originally. So I'll undo it here. I stand back at the Gallon Vermillion."

"... besides you, there's no Mr. Gallon, is there?

Look, these words, they're fine, they're fine. Mouth it. Come on.

Don't be ashamed to say it. Come on.

... We had a short relationship, but Nine must have known how I looked (...).

...... but.

The important thing is, now that I shouldn't be beside him, that's what I'm talking about, that I'm convinced of that bird daughter statement I don't care about.

I have to break up with him.

Because I don't want him to die anymore.

Because that's how it turned out.

"It's about the essence. I'm a werewolf who kills humans, and you humans are the bait to be killed. I hereby perform my duties as a member of the Vermillion family."

"... having a child of a man you don't even like and ending your life here? Is that what your mother wants?

…… Shut up! I don't care about you anymore!

Because I don't want you to die, even out of sight.

"I am, human. I don't want to see your face for another second."

I don't have the power to protect him anymore.

"Now it's time for Mamagoto to end. I'll never see you again. Shake your tail on your daughter and live long enough."

Even if it is a self-contradiction, a divergence of identities, an inaction in itself, and a stupid act, this is all I have left.

This is all I have left.

If I dump Vermillion, there's nothing left for me.

So this is what I have to do.

After all, that's what I'm talking about.

... if you say only one thing or just one thing resentful.

"I'm done talking. If you don't want to get killed, just get lost."

You must be the one who lost me, Nine.