Instant Messiah

"Hey, what!?

I turned around unexpectedly, but there was nothing there.

But.

'You do terrible things, don't you? Whatever it is, isn't it too much?

'I don't believe it. Not decent.'

"Oh, what can I do about this?"

"Look at your feet, there you go."

'Cause there's blood on my head... I can't believe I'm doing this far'

"Crazy."

"It's crazy."

"Not Decent"

"Unbelievable"

"So you are."

"Did they dump you?"

My voice, I do.

In an instant, he whispered something from somewhere at the same time.

Even though they're all the same voice color, everything sounds like someone else, vague as to whether they're big or even small... off track, I can only have that vague feeling.

I can't seem to hear them, and all of them are forced to imprint on my head instantly.

What is this?

"Soprano Plum"

"From the skeleton, skin, face and vocal qualities… maybe sixteen or seven years old"

"I've forgotten the salutation from earlier."

"No, well, you didn't have to use it on me."

"You're bluffing, aren't you?"

Who are you talking to right now?

'If you want to kill, kill. If you don't kill me, I won't kill you.'

"It's good to be clear."

"You don't like the way you do it."

"You don't have enough professionalism"

"Don't enjoy killing me."

'It's work, isn't it? You have to distinguish between public and private.'

Unknown voice, like sounding from all over, just converging in the brain.

... My hearing even outweighs the Demons, not the realm of men.

I know the number of vibrations that go into tune with every substance, and with magic, it's not only possible to be oriented, but also to hit a "sound" that can be expected to cause a certain amount of damage, away and blocked by an obstacle.

Thus, even with the help of Senior Ninina, he was tailored Gallon Vermillion, who was in the room, with precision sound waves from outside the castle.

... such are my excellent ears, the sound I'm catching right now. Where the hell is that coming from?

"Elite Chunks of Consciousness......"

'No, you don't. It's a complex, this must be it.'

"If you look down on someone, you can give them the impression of a hawk."

"At least, I can avoid trouble"

'That's what the kid's gonna think. Being Awkward About Your Young Way To Protect Your Pride'

'That's not all. The truth is, this girl.'

'Definitely. Samishin'. '

"Ha!?

So, who's going to do it?

"Samishin Bo...... I knew I ate it"

"You've eaten it by ordinary people."

"Most of all, you didn't seem to care."

"If it's off target, you don't have to be angry."

"It's an off-target extreme! What do I know about ordinary people...!?

"No, sort of."

"Aren't you capable?

"What am I talking about?"

"Koko"

"Kokosa"

"Of the Spirit, May Be"

"Depressing......! Where are you! Let's see..."

"I'm not like people."

'It seems possible. Everyone has a time like that. "

"Only if there's no one around to understand."

"I want to change the specificity of my values to a sense of superiority."

"Honestly, I can't watch you. Hey, shame on you."

"Please don't! You dying potato worm, are you still talking!

That's what I scream and step on the carcass at my feet again.

Without more resistance than earlier, Guru's unpleasant sensation was conveyed via the shoes.

It feels good, no mouth to the dead, now you should shut up.

"What is a potato worm?"

"At least I want you to call me a snake."

"Tia's pissed off about this, too"

"Shut up!"

What is it?

Again, step on it. This time.

"I won't shut up, I won't shut up"

"An ordinary man looks down on an ordinary man. Come on, have fun?

"Ho ho ho ho, your roots, take a look"

- No one is going to talk to me.

I say, "Shut up."

Because I want an ear.

Everybody's voice, the children's voice, was kinky, and I wanted to come with you, too, to get the bugs.

Even when you're there, everyone's just like you.

Tell you what, Namiki, let's go over there.

Everyone is going to get rid of me.

My grandmother told me that Tori was beautiful because of me.

He said it was every day.

The old man said that you had a bad stomach because you couldn't do that but you were good...

I didn't need it...?

Hey, did I do something that bad... -?

The voice on his head was overheard.

No, I've never heard of it directly, but definitely, is this... me? Old, my voice?

"Nah... what, what is this...?

"Ka-wow."

'Well, that's a shame. Kawa-san. "

'The five senses that are too acute are certainly usually the only way out of the way. I remember.'

"It's not bad luck, it's bad luck."

"I wanted to be an ordinary man, but your talent wouldn't allow it."

"I'm not like them, so... you found a good escape."

That's reasonable.

"Ya...... stop. Where are you, where are you!?

"Where are you?"

"Be so young, you're an apostle. What?"

"I'm sure you'll be glad you need it."

"But really."

"Back home, take it easy, don't stink of blood"

"I wanted to live."

"... you'll see."

"Enough! Get lost! Why won't you die! Why!"

"Snakes are skinned."

"By the way, did you get what you wanted me to be an apostle?

"Status"

"Fame."

"Money."

"Ability"

"Ugh, hehe..."

"Trust?"

"Ugh, sayin! The traitor, forget it, lose it!

That said, just to get this voice off me as soon as possible, I...

I breathed in as much as I could to stretch the sound junction of the maximum output toward the whole body and all directions.

Bullshit.

"... Huh?

Like an idiot, my voice leaked.

The first thing I noticed was that my vision was oddly low.

Then, that your feet are strangely difficult to move. Instead, I can't move down from my chest.

... Ah, don't panic.

It's okay, there's little pain, it's okay.

Breathe and look down slowly. The worst, the worst I don't even want to think about...... I read about it in a book a long time ago, the experience of someone losing their lower body, that, no way, is that a lie...?

... He avoided losing his lower body, but the situation was one of the worst steps ahead.

Frozen earth, there, softly buried half-body.

I don't understand.

What is this?

"Oh-sam. I almost fell asleep."

With such a voice, in front of me, a man crawled out (...).

They crawled out of the frozen soil.

"Ah, you..."

"Do you want me to seed it? You just threw some decorations, right?

... yet, resistance is possible. My weapon is my voice.

My guts are compressed, but with time, I can practice breathing to the extent that I can attack them.

"... Yep"

"You know, me. I wouldn't imitate anything without a pickle, would I? Like I said, snakes are skinned, right? If you don't, you can't cure a big wound."

Take that word and unwittingly scatter your gaze. If you looked at the sprawled coat, surely none of the decorations were missing.

The man in front of me earlier...... if you believe what he said, look transformed, if you look at that thrown away place, you do see a hole like it was dug unnaturally.

Were you letting Shadow Warriors catch this eye earlier?

If you look closely at the wreckage you were stepping on earlier, blood is the only thing that is bleeding, but the contents are certainly hollow.

I screwed up, why didn't I notice, this, this replacement...! No, but!

Such an injury is not going to heal so easily, most importantly, what happened to the eardrum? Even if it plays, it can't be done this fast.

In front of me, but this still hurts. After all, I'm twitching my pinky fingers in my ear, man, as I swallow to say that.

I can't believe it's healing to transformation, and pretty advanced sorcery? But I heard you couldn't use it! Even Mana is not disturbed. I mean, magic isn't used...

Most importantly, I can't believe you're turning into such a little thing...!

"Well, why do you think I'm telling you this?

"... come on"

"You don't have any hands or feet, do you, Mr. Snake?

"Yeah, yeah. Right."

"Why do you think?

"Huh?"

"Why do you think? Say it?

Let's do something to buy some time, when we're ready to do so. I was inadvertently hit with a strange question.

A weirdly young man's, taking that vibe, unexpectedly looks into his opponent's eyes.

And I noticed.

He is.

"Hey."

I can't stop trembling.

'Cause he is.

"Hey."

He is.

"... ignore it. Well, no, what's the right answer...?

Ugh, I saw a man laughing disgustingly, convinced.

My guess was right. I knew he wasn't human.

He is...!

"I'm getting everything. Well, you don't need a hand... Master Tia?

That's how I lick my tongue, a man with cracked pupils and bright black eyes.

He's a snake.

Eat everything, snake.

The most evil monster in the world.

Right in front of me, there it is.

- Nevertheless. He said.

"It is inevitable and inevitable that those who want more than just follow people... are not enough. Even Tia has no legs."

That's what I said, and the man crouched toward this one.

"... do you understand? Something I want right now."

And then he snoops in with those disgusting eyes around his neck.

The smile I had pasted earlier was not the earliest, with a face like a noble face.

Sticky, sticky twice and three times, obstinate while changing the angle of the neck.

This eye, trying to break through the back of it, just like that machine.

"Hi......!

I look away unintentionally. I can't see it properly.

His eyes are poison. Definitely a deadly poison for humans.

... and I feel miserable, inclined, and realize that I can't help but behave like that.

This emotion is something I've long forgotten.

I'm scared... Oh, my God, that's a lie. It's a lie.

It can't be, and it can't be.

Because I'm an apostle. Hero, yet......

I accidentally do my eyes on my chest.

Senior Eve's magic stone will keep you warm even in this extreme cold, it can be called a lifeline.

It's embedded in this frozen earth, and it's blocking the chill, and I was sewing it up in my nostrils.

Above all, it is also the source of the restraint ceremony that continues to bind that Vermillion.

As it happened here, I accidentally turned my back on the lifeline for a moment.

Interpretation cannot be fulfilled except by means of tools, determined work. Even though I knew that, I always prayed that I would be helpful in wanting to benefit from my sober senior Eve.

Although.

……

The man was silent and muttered the prayer. Slowly slammed, left hand. In the hands of those who are not men, in human form.

That was politely, diving into my chest without any dimension, and snatching it away from me in an instant.

It wasn't my mouth, but obviously I get a look at this one that makes me look like a little fool, and I understand my failures.

Throughout this period, I did what I shouldn't have done the most.

He was calm and observant of what was the last thing he felt right now.

This is all I should not have been deprived of.

……

The man says nothing. Just with his left hand, he looks unusual while correcting the demonic stone he took away.

At the same time that I was given my gaze again, I accidentally flaunted my shoulder.

I'm flattered, I'm in that mood.

Still, I'm relieved.

The man's expression reassures me that his emotions can be felt at all.

'Cause there was really nothing.

That face, that face when I was staring at this one, that's not a good face for a human being.

Not the face of a living human being.

That's the face of the body.

So I'm relieved.

I was relieved by the man's emotions.

I wasn't dealing with the dead, because I could still confirm that this was the world (depression) I knew.

"... of dance"

"Huh...?

"Earlier invitations, it sounds like you can't take them. Unfortunately."

That said, he lowers his gaze and looks at this buried half.

I get goosebumps when I see a man deliberately lowering his brow butt and shaping his dull expression.

Instead of throwing every move of him anymore, I can no longer hide that every facial movement is an object of fear to me.

Scary.

This guy, he's scared.

I'm scared.

"I'm shaking... you don't have to be so scared."

I can't.

I don't know him like this. There was no such person in my life.

Will you stay?

"You don't have to be scared anymore. Human beings, we're all equal. Equal, equal things happen. And to you."

I'm not talking about the need to be scared, the need to be.

I'm scared of you.

"... I wanted you to throw up a lot, but I guess the time is up. Ma, no. Honestly, it's not a hobby, this kind of thing."

"Huh...?

What do you mean?

No way, I don't think so, but you're letting me go?

Forgive me, will you?

"Of course."

That said, he turns his heel back.

I don't know what that means.

I don't know, whatever. It's a disgrace that this one begged for forgiveness, but that's enough.

Enough of what they found out about it. I don't care if they peek at my head, that's enough.

Anyway, if he's gone from sight, that's fine.

That's fine.

That's fine.

That's fine.

Quick, disappear from sight...!

"... Me, too, playing with you. My hometown, I miss you... I missed you..."

Bye.

That's what Soitz says and walks out with his back turned.

Seeing that, I finally felt my stretched shoulder strength fall out.

I don't know what to do, I'm gonna run out of surgery like this, and I'm gonna freeze to death.

When I thought so, I remembered.

The Demon Stone wasn't on hand anymore.

Oh, then, already.

"I'll leave it to Mr. Gallon later. Because it would be a grudge bone marrow."

And Mana, who began to tremble in the cave, and growl. When I realized it, I finally understood.

My death was already confirmed.