Instant Messiah

"... Hih!

"Oh, you're up? Good luck."

Soprano Plum, waking up, first touched his own throat. Because it has been my custom since I became an apostle to check how my weapons are doing.

Then look around.

I don't recognize him, but in some house, he seemed to have been put to sleep on that bed.

"Ah, get it? Wow, I... why...?

I couldn't believe I was alive.

That's when I saw a death I couldn't escape. There's no way that Vermillion can let himself get away with it.

"I told you before we left, didn't I? If one dies, there's a better chance the rest of us will die. It won't be so easy to dispose of."

So for the first time, the soprano, realizing that there was another being, turns his face to those who spoke. Ninina, leaning against the wall, was looking at this one with her arms around her.

She had such a worrying look on her face, even though she said it in a flimsy way.

"Shen, Pa"

"There was something about Rogue. I've been watching you sneaking around."

So Ninina releases her arms, puts her hands on her hips and sighs.

"I'm sorry about this one, Nine... just think about who he is and what he looks like. If you're going to end it, I thought... it's in the shape of a horse."

Ninina bows her head again, sorry.

"No, seniors are... not bad. Because I'm immature..."

"... Rogue told me you can't really use magic."

"Shh!"

Soprano roughed up his voice just to tell his own predecessor what he was looking at.

"It's a lie, you know, to humans, to humans who can't use witchcraft. Oh, that...!

"I saw it. Transformation, healing, illusion... it's a selection. Sometimes I don't know."

"Then!"

"Still. Still, his is not witchcraft... Magic is so, so not omnipotent. Even in airborne mana, there was no magical reaction."

"... then. Then you say what that was. Um, you know... it's impossible!

That being said, Ninina fell asleep in bed again, saying that she would be physically handicapped against the soprano, who hugged her own body and trembled.

"... I, I haven't had time to be an apostle. I think I have my own non-study. But, you know, instead of humans, even demons can do it..."

So I cut the words, and Soprano leaned down.

Towards her like that, one thing, Ninina utters a word that comes to mind.

- Snakes.

To the words of Ninina, who shrugged so, Soprano trembles again.

"He said it. Snake, you said you were a snake."

"... yeah. Maybe I got a little bit of an idea because of that. No, I didn't think so..."

"Senior, do you have any idea...?

"Do you mean to think of it? Because I'm not really familiar with Atashi, and it's like a fairy tale. But..."

"... but?

"If he's what Atashi imagined he would be... human then maybe he won't win a bit"

"Huh?"

Not already toward the soprano, like one word, Ninina continued.

"So that the Demons can't escape Salia's (Kubiki), the positive-attack method. Then people probably can't beat that snake. If even the apostle is difficult...... why not use more than that? It could be a touchstone to the Demon King, and I'm sure he'll be convinced up there..."

Ninina, who had spoken to herself as Potho Potho, accidentally looked up and continued her words.

- Just fine. Let's use Moo. Hit Moo.

- Cold wind cuts cheeks.

The high skies, the altitude that no man can reach, are carried away by Mr. Puria, while I turn away from the territory ruled by Vermillion.

I really can't get used to this height and watch the horizon that goes on everywhere while enduring the feeling of fluttering my lower belly.

... Mr. Puria doesn't say a word.

I felt something resembling her scent from the muffler she gave me in a clear, unscented air.

I buried my nose there, feeling a little backward.

- Mr. Gallon told us he was going after us later.

The werewolves, who survive this cold land, decided to return to the castle first, albeit with remnants, honestly, because it is not so difficult to tread the journey to Diabolo even in the cold waves.

Yesterday, I blackmailed her. I repainted her to my mother by terrible means. [M]

She's my enemy, and I'm her enemy. Still, she accepted me.

I was happy.

... I'm going to hell. Definitely.

But still good. I'm sure it's no different from the world I live in right now.

If there is a hell of a prisoner... if there is such a thing as a ghost, I'd rather look forward to seeing how much it torments me.

A world without a family is hell.

That's why I'm going to fill that world up, willingly. [M]

If God and I push such a life on me, I will spit on it.

More, more.

Your mother's finally back, but more family. More.

That way I can take back what I lost back then.

... Above all. To take it, we have to give it first. To take it from him (...), to take everything from him (...), I have to give the demons, love.

... because this world still remains hell, so I...

"Kazu is frightened, Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Ooh, it's Hisama. Suki, Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

... I remembered my parting conversation with Mr. Gallon, whining appropriately meaninglessly.

"You know, I forgot to mention one thing."

She said, scratching her head with a little hesitation.

"That apostle, misplaced"

... Why is it so important, now? I wish you'd told me before I got home. When I said that, she yelled at me with a bright red face.

"You flinch back people's black history, so I slipped out of my head!

... That's it. On this trip, only one miscalculation was made.

Soprano, I missed the kill. No, it's not my hobby to kill a girl. I let Rogue live, and that's fine. It's not that relevant to my purpose.

No... was it her, the choir? I used to listen when I went to church. I liked it. Hey, that aria that Tina and Finna were singing. If I ever get a chance to kill her again, I'll make it her requiem.

... Rather concerned is Ninina... that woman. He was looking at me with weird eyes, and what were you going to do with me?

Besides, she doesn't look familiar, I don't know. Basically, I'm going to remember things well.

But look, if you can't remember, I'm sure it's not a big deal.

... In the end, Mr. Puria did not speak a word until he reached the castle.

- That's how it is.

To turn a monster called Vermillion into a puppet.

To reclaim a grain of Vermillion from the hands of the Apostle.

Just a human...... a man who lived a simple life and died heroically. Wilson-Flaren Harvest.

The companion. The woman who loved her son more than anyone else and raised him in his hands. Color-Colored Harvest.

In this world, the names of men and women who have begotten weak and miserable demons.

That disappeared from the memory of those who should not forget more than anyone else.

... the devil keeps ripping his fangs off.

I suddenly lick my love and blood as I lick my tongue.

Thoughts aggregate.

Every scattered object in this world takes shape and reveals its results by being gathered and oriented.

And that doesn't apply to the mind and the exception.

Prayer too.

And the curse.

It can only be a miracle if we gather together at one point in vain.

Nine, who was human, kept asking humans not to.

No, I keep asking, and I still do.

- Snakes. Yes, snakes keep licking their tongues too. I just can't wait.

- Around that time, in the remote area of Volks.

Bacchus Drunks says, as admired.

"Coco, I thought you were the guy to do it."

Eve Artman follows him as if he were stunned.

"That was a blow."

"I wish it were like this every time."

"I don't have a choice, because that's the kind of gift... but I didn't know it really worked. It didn't work for Ganesha."

To them like that, it doesn't even seem funny, blush,.

Coco Cyclops squeaks, instantly letting a demon that can't be killed when only a hundred people gather.

"... then get me some booze. If you'll give me a compliment."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"Right. Nothing."

"... well, both of you."

They keep chatting as they wait for Ninina's arrival. There was a swallowing atmosphere there because there was nothing to do in the land at the earliest.

"No... it's a corner, Miss Eve, why don't you come home?

"... that might be good too. Around here, right? Of your hometown, I don't know what to say... yes"

- Bremen.