Instant Messiah

Two men and women returned to the Vermillion family from a cave that was not surprisingly as far away.

The werewolf woman called the gatekeeper out loud when she arrived at home and asked for the help of the man who remained immediately on her back.

In addition to the swallowing of the man, the rapidly called home doctor did not even show any shards of his willingness to treat him at first, but he rushes to begin treatment because his home trail daughter was barking as hard as a blaze.

Objectively, the woman said that if she was exposed to cold outside only a few moments later, she would not have been spared the end amputation. If a man's limbs, fingers, or somewhere were lost, she would bite off your same spot.

All the more hastily, the pathetic werewolf doctor was treated with the whole spirit, and the treatment was terminated without any physical harm.

As soon as he realized that he was worried about the woman, his strength seemed to have been lifted, and the man lost consciousness, and the woman also cried.

That's what we talked about yesterday.

The cold wave also approached, and if the return to the castle was delayed in the next few days, it would be possible to return to Diabolo only after the spring breeze had blown into the land, so that a seat would be set aside, albeit busy.

During the winter months there were few opportunities to use them, and the servants looked at the feathers that would be exasperated in the cleaning of the rooms that had been slightly neglected to take care of them, the rooms welcoming you.

- The location is the guest room of the Vermillion family. In that room, where there is no dust left, except the servants who withheld it from the door, the current Lord Vermillion, his wife, and his daughter.

And a man who came back to protect his captured daughter.

This was the first sight even from Vermillion's long history.

Whatever, Sir Vermillion is sitting against a human being, pressing both fists against his desk and showing him the top of his head.

The werewolf, the great nobleman of the demonic realm, was also thankful to man.

That's not all. You can say that the samurai don't have a sword, and expose the opponent to a steeple is the first thing they don't have.

Nevertheless, Gastrocion Vermillion, toward man, was drooping his head.

"I thank you first. Thank you for helping my daughter."

"No, no, no, no, no."

"... despite this disrespect, you did not regard yourself and protected the gallon. I owe you... that's not easy to pay back."

"No, Mr. Gallon is an important opponent to me, too. I'm so glad you're okay for now."

So Sir Vermillion raised his face.

"... not even a word. Thank you, but I'll do what I can. I still keep quite a bit of territory, I can hear more than that. Do you want anything?

"No, no, no. I didn't want anything in return."

"Don't say that. If I return you to the castle with my bare hands, my family name will be given. Whatever, say it."

"... really, anything?

Yes. When a human opens his mouth, Sir Vermillion nods without setting aside.

"Well, if I can do it."

Arms together, slightly chested, Sir Vermillion speaks a word he can count on. Perhaps against the Demon King, he has changed his attitude.

It had such a natural indiscretion that it was permissible to say so inconsolably.

Looking at the werewolf in front of him, the human man thinks.

He said that he looked just like Cheng Cheng's daughter.

She said the same thing when she first came to Diabolo, when she was at the top of the list calling for a teacher.

"Well, it seems like the only thing Sir can do."

"Then it's undesirable. All the more so."

"Actually, I'd like you to have a seat."

"I don't think so. Tell me."

"You know,"

"Oh."

"Uh."

"... oh"

"Hmm."

"... hey, not next time. Say it quickly."

Hearing that, the man thinks.

He still looks like his daughter and says it's short-tempered.

I hesitate because it's hard to say.

"Then I'll tell you. Give me your daughter."

Hearing it, his daughter, who had remained silent until now, turned her face bright red and leaned down, hoarsely, with a deafening roar.

But the voice is also cancelled by the voices of the Vermillion and their wives.

"No, no, no, you can't. What are you talking about," "I don't think so to a boulder".

Roughly not what we both say, but it is the voice of such a connotation.

Naturally.

I return many words to Mr. Gallon's parents, who say, "No, no, no, no, no."

"What is it. Even if the beast man and man have no son, it will be the beast man who will be born. You're gonna be okay with the trace problem."

You'll have a cute baby. Hey?

If you look at Mr. Gallon, who said such a thing and called it a loot in return, she will increasingly blush and lean down.

"No, you're that harpy pet, aren't you?

"Speaking of which, where's Mr. Puria? Are you still in custody? That's kinda pathetic."

"Oh, that verse was bad. He hasn't run out of magic in the house yet, and now he's sleeping in his room... No, he's not. That's not what I'm talking about."

"It's not '?'! What, you convinced Gallon to give me my daughter?!? Plus, the boulders have too different identities, no, no, before that, humans..."

Let Sir Vermillion, who lays his words in confusion, correct his words earlier by prejudging me as so-so.

"I'm not just a pet. Furthermore, I am the father surrogate of the Chancellor. Besides, it's the toy of Her Royal Highness the King. Plus the chair of His Majesty the Demon King. If it's just the number of titles, it's a big deal."

"Oh, my God."

He leaks a voice far from the usual exaggeration, with such a grumpy, still uncertain look on the face of the late.

And the werewolf girl, who has now been the subject of a deal, has skipped a strangely cold gaze from her earlier, precisely girly attitude.

Oh, do it, my mouth slipped. I said something about Mr. Aroma.

I heard from Mr. Gallon.

"Hey."

"hehe... hehe"

"I didn't ask you about Aroma. How did that happen?"

... I realized that I would be very disadvantaged in my future relationship with her if I pulled it off here.

Even more deceptive now is a bad idea. Above all, Mr. Aroma, who is heartbroken, says he plans to stroke and spoil him as soon as he returns, but that's also irresistible in Mr. Gallon's eyes glowing.

Then why don't we adopt a policy of going strong?

If it's going to be my thing, I won't allow a woman who defies me.

"... Mr. Gallon. If it's my wife, shut up and follow me back."

I told him. I told him.

Come on, how do you come...?

"Hey, Nine?

"Yes."

"I'll kill you."

"Excuse me."

In a nutshell, my pavilion principals' white declaration was cut off.

With our farce on my ass like that, no, instead of the farce. Now I'm starting to struggle with Mr. Gallon's sight, but ignoring that, your parents were hissing and starting to tell a secret story.

Hi. As expected, the clouds aren't good.

Is that obvious?

I don't know what to say about sending my daughter to reward me for my work, but I feel like a thief.

Hiccup hiccup.

Hiccup!

Hiccup...... Hiccup.

Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup!

… Beyond the level of the earliest whispers, there seems to be a long exchange of heated arguments.

Lord Vermillion is sorry, but his wife seems to blame him for his cheap contract.

Oh, my fist went into my jaw. That one's smart. Eva's fist was also a medium thing, but if the sturdy beast man nods, that's not the ratio of the damage I once took.

... The whisper also entered the good realm and ended around the second fist into Sir's thigh.

Still around his wife's hand unnaturally stretched out to Sir's feet, it seems to be twisted. Apparently the punishment for the lightness of the mouth is still going on. But the mouth is the source of disaster.

... Thanks for implying the future of me and Mr. Gallon, and I feel like I have to worry about myself before I feel sorry for myself.

Explain later, as for me who was stabbed with a nail, you may want to apprentice the measures of the forefathers of those who were held by women. To live.

From the pain, Sir restarted the conversation with me as I caught my eye.

"If you want to give me the gallon, I can't help it. I'm a man, too. No two words."

"Yay."

"Except! There are conditions."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Did you even see that I was plotting to make unscrupulous demands on your wife to catch rewards in return?

I'm an honest man. Even though I don't imitate that dirty.

"Well, honestly, if you're going to give your daughter to your wife, a stronger one than me would have been ideal..."

I can snuggle.

I'm a human being. It's not right for you.

Or no one can beat you in the whole demonic realm. Sir's martial arts are passed down to the human side. A lot.

Said, I erased the mountain, I erased the river, I erased the town.

You can't fight a monster like that, to a boulder. Come on.

"I know that human beings aren't right for me... well, take one of the countries."

Mm, unscrupulous. You're just as impotent.

"Show me your manhood, I'll admit it to you... well, I guess I can't."

That's what I said, not to mention that I did it. Sir turns his gaze to his own wife.

Forgiveness finally came out, his wife's hands went away, and Sir, finally freed from the pain, sighed loudly.

"Okay. It's hard, but let's do it."

"Right? So give it up and the others... hmm?

"Let's try it," I said.

As soon as I did, Sir's eyes changed.

"... I don't like lying. Though benefactor, I will not tolerate falsehood."

"Yeah, I felt that way"

I peek into your eyes as if to measure your sincerity.

Even I have no intention of lying about this, so I did not deviate from it.

"You don't say two words to a man, do you?

"Yes."

"... then don't put your hands on the gallon until then."

Proceeding on his own, Sir Vermillion throws his words here again, blind to his wife's hasty behavior, which he just said, and regained his parental majesty.

Leaving aside for now whether it is possible or impossible to achieve the conditions, they are suitable for his glasses. I'll interpret it that way on my own.

I took a letter from Nostalgia to him like that.

"Yes, this"

"What the hell?"

"Just read it"

"Well, if you're done talking, I thought I'd give you a drink... which one..."

... Once upon a time in the realm of the beast man Reel Marr, when he caused a stifling.

I made connections over there in a short period of time.

At that time, although Mr. "Fox" 's authority as head was restored to you, Bolt, after that embarrassing and guilt-receiving speech, it was something that organizations, large and small, called out to you.

Although they were resigned at first, the useful actors they regained beastly pride in...... hihi, that's what they've been treated like, that is.

"Let me add another to my earlier title. My name is Nine and I am an honorary consultant to Reel Marr. My lord, I am in a good mood. It is a great honor to meet you."

Sir's jaw fell.

- What I offered Sir was a certificate stamped with meatballs, which was kept by Master Tia.

Large and small scenery Different stamps scatter It's very cute to watch and soothe. It's a favorite. It may be a little dishonest to use the sincerity of Reel Marr's beasts in this way, but what can be used should still be used. I am such a person. [M]

Honorary Consultant.

On second thought, he is in a much exaggerated capacity. That's what you gave me. [M]

... Well, it was because of the mouthfeel of 'pigeon' that I got through all this impotence.

Though that's a complete honor job, as the name suggests, and I'm not willing to talk to their national government myself like this, and most importantly, I'm sure they still think of me, the Beast Man, but okay.

I am already the heart of my fellow Demons. [M]

Hold it together, it will have an impact.

From just bait. Exactly. For Sir, he changed quickly to a guest. It's so strange to be allowed into this fine room. Then there is no such thing.

Make sure you respect me and I'm sorry.

I am so distracted, but the great man in front of me was in a hurry for an unexpected situation.

And after turning his gaze for relief to his wife, he was entered into another Operation Hiccup meeting.

But reality is abnormal, he is currently horseback ridden by his own companionship. That's from the back side, too.

I can't help but forbid intimacy.

From that posture, reminiscent of my relationship with Chris, his wife holds Sir's neck in a flowing motion. Sir was forcing the reverse shrimp into a painful position.

"No count! No-Can! I can't predict this! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, Mom, let go!

I believe it is an adult response to pretend not to ask, and I turn my gaze to Mr. Gallon.

She looked quite complicated. Earlier the lights had already disappeared, and I watched my esteemed father's dementia, cut.

… it must be that this sight is already lost for me.

And I'm sure I planted the seed of suspicion on her yesterday.

"Well, please wait. Both of you. I'm not so shameless as to satisfy the conditions with this on a boulder. Above all, it's a status of fame."

Women are realists.

As if to prove such a reasoning consisting of my life experience, the wife got off the back of Sir and urged me to continue the story.

"In fact, as you said, I'm human. You are the Beast Man, and the Nobleman. Let's have all kinds of clues."

"... sort of. It's hard for me to disagree with myself, but as you can see, it's my wife."

Holding on to his hurt back, Sir returned to his seat and returned to the conversation.

At the end of the day, we need a drop point.

Reality issues, no shield behind anything, and heterogeneity... plus welcoming hostile races home should be an impossible challenge for them.

I mean, we have to sort it out.

The way I get Mr. Gallon legally and the obstacles to it.

One, Mr. Gallon's position.

Two, the position of Sir and his wife.

Three, my own position.

... the first is actually something I can do for you.

This time she was cautious, honestly, because even the society of werewolves would be white-eyed for a while, for someone, not me, the value of a political marriage is definitely diminishing.

Let's say a strange boy was named Vermillion to target a political marriage.

But their territory is less fruitful from the landscape of even colder Diabolo in the land that has been cut off, plus the threat of the great forces of the east, Veda.

Although the Devils and Beasts rarely develop to kill each other, if they show weakness, the usurpation of the land naturally occurs.

Sir is currently the only one with enough strength to counter the pressure of that force.

Well, this tension is one element that strengthens both forces, and they're collaborating when they invade a human country, so I guess it's like a good rivalry or something.

Although it would be extremely annoying for humans.

... The truth is, there's no reason for just humans to know what's going on around here, but Mr. Gallon snuck me up to Diabolo's castle during your study group.

And in order to succeed in that task, I end up having to go into my son-in-law instead of taking Mr. Gallon as my daughter-in-law.

So what you end up getting from marrying her, as Sir's men, is the strongest implication of gaining werewolf honor.

It is also necessary to continue a life in which he cannot lift his head until a Sir as strong as this monster is old.

It will put a lot of hard work into it. So surprisingly, the matchmaker seemed to have a lot of lower nobility.

As for the second, let us be patient with some hardship. I got a statement that I don't have two words. That's it.

Even though you raised her with love, Mr. Gallon was hurt because of you.

... but well, I also need to show some sincerity. Even when I say an honorary counselor, I'm still a human being.

Sir's, it's hard to get their credit. That is why I shall present the solution to the third problem from myself.

"Lord Vermillion, by the way. I was born in Ista."

"... well, where are you out of? No way, my gallon crushed the tigris. Bye."

"The village of Nile is a small place. I'm sure you know it because it's famous, but it's a country."

"First Lost? Was there a survivor..."

Outside, he cared. He replied without a scratch.

... Nothing, neither did I. I didn't feel the need to care.

"It goes without saying that Tiamaria is the only human being left behind."

"Right. Drop it over there, it'll make it a lot easier to invade the Volks. I'll tell you what, it's our number one target."

"There, I'll drop it."

"... is, ah?

"I want to dedicate my homeland to her. And you werewolves, no, not just Vermillion. I would like to offer my sincerity to all the demons who live in Diabolo."

"You're selling your birthplace... Are you trying to kill all your people?

"I'm the earliest demon. You were there, mate. I want to be one of them."

"Dear Sir... Are you serious... No, it was a stupid question. I misjudged you."

That's insane. Yes, sir, he groaned with pleasure.

"The werewolf, in company, does not abandon. I wouldn't betray you... you knew that and you said it? Didn't you think I'd be able to neck you?

"But I'm human. To get to that side, to get your daughter, if you're in this position, you're fine. Flat left. Let's see what we can do."

"Ku, haha! Funny! Fine, try it! You can try!

"Aren't you the only daughter? I'd like to go flashy with the knots...... just the exposures, please?

I can't get to the earliest part of the story, with the wife with the head. We shook hands together firmly, letting go of Mr. Gallon, who turned an unreadable gaze of emotion.

Hands, I'm so paralyzed.

I knew it would turn out, this stepfather.