Instant Messiah

Chris had the same iron-walled attitude toward me when I returned from a proper service.

Specifically, it wasn't dere. It's the same "hard work" verse when it comes to breaking corner bones and getting in Mr. Gallon's mood.

Those words alone made people struggle. If you feel like it, you can't be good at it.

... but well, there was also a harvest for me, Mr. Gallon, and nothing good there. Mr. Puria is a little unfaithful, but he was there. None.

However, the demon king seems to have appreciated it.

A little silly, a week to be exact, I've had some free time, and I'm trying to relax a little.

I'm trying to relax, but there are still matters of concern.

Mr. Aroma. Our Chancellor of Diabolo.

I must also be in the mood for her, who was making fun of the abandoned play. Of course, I won't hang up with Mr. Puria pointing that way, but you'll need to put some time aside.

Thank you. I've seen that she has something else in mind besides Mr. Gallon.

... Let's just see how it goes. When you scatter your thoughts, none of them work out after all.

Right now, you should be concerned, Mr. Aroma. The immediate problem is about her.

Dad, I was away from home for a little while on business, but didn't I miss you? I couldn't buy a souvenir because it's a raw, low monthly salary, but I was wondering if you'd forgive me?

and so forth, and when he was plumped to the office of Chancellor Aroma Sagesta, he discovered a familiar tail.

It's not Mr. Gallon's. Not even Mr. Puria's.

Yes, it's an arrow-shaped, slightly laid back from Elle's cute little ass, its tail.

"Dear Elle, I'm home"

Speaking so, he welcomed me with his hands wide open with an innocent grin like a flower.

She's not even hugging me, she's just expressing her hospitality.

Measure the distance first. This one, see how it gets out. If I try to cuddle, I will flinch. [M]

In the unlikely event that I stop more away from her than I expected, I will make my sad face a judgment material for my future sense of distance, even as it floats on that poor face.

That's... unconsciously, but at this age, I think she's really horrible.

"Welcome back, Nine. You're tired."

"Yeah, not at all anymore. That said, I'm going to be more tired."

"Oh, excuse me. You, the nature (s) of the kind that look at Lady's face and get tired?

"No way. Elle's face is more of a healing system."

"Oh, what city reputation?

"In me, it was. Sorry about the countryside."

"What's that?"

She crinkles, puts her hands on her mouth, and laughs elegantly. I feel flattered and a little lighter in my heart.

Yeah, well, this is what I like.

I like this kind of atmosphere. [M]

When I go to Ista, work in the tingling of the prisoners.

When you go to Reel Marr, alert yourself in the eyes of the beasts' disbelief.

By the way, in the fear of being eaten at Mr. Gallon's home, you're wasting it.

... I'm getting tired already. Honestly. Come on.

My purpose, I'm not going to give up, but my heart feels dry. [M]

... not just these days. Before I fell asleep, I had more and more to think about this.

All the time. It's been like this all my life.

Even before I came to Diabolo.

Taken with a whip. Caught with a nail.

The rice, I don't mean to be extravagant because I know the spiciness of hunger, but I still didn't get it.

It tasted so bad that it would be better to have raw vegetables.

... Compared to that, is the current dietary situation still better? That's good.

"Nine? Bo, what's wrong?

"Oh, excuse me. Elle was so adorable, I could see her."

... don't remind me of anything weird. Innocent.

"... Are you really a little tired? You were all out. Your sister's rough talk."

"No, no, no. Well, I'm a human being, aren't I? I don't really care."

"If you're a human, you're a mortal. You're weaker than we are, so if you're unscrupulous at this rate, you'll break it."

You're sweet.

Demons. It's also unnatural for royalty to be such an emotion toward slaves. The provisional contract would be out of effect.

... really, unnatural. Wouldn't it make you feel too comfortable with your enemies?

From the first time I thought about it, only this kid hasn't had a lot of root blur.

spare time, aging, and giving up perspective.

Those smells were strong.

I was just too young. Because I was too young, the flesh itself was just in such emotional instability without following its sensibilities.

I just turned my love to be such an incredibly calm kid who was called an 'idiot'.

... who? This is how I created this girl.

It's too different from Chris. Isn't that innate?

Who? Who made such a monster...?

"Nine...... I'm bawling again already. You'll excuse me."

That's how Electra grabbed the human collar in front of her, still buried in her thoughts, and dragged her to her room.

The motto is, 'Without saying yes or no'. Elektra, fourteen, is a horrible girl.

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Now, this is Elle's room. I was dragged like a doll, and when I realized it, I was sitting in a chair.

How many times have you been in here? I don't think it's that many.

I was brought home by this noble girl because I quickly betrayed my determination not to scatter my thoughts because I had something to think about Elle for a little while.

I've thought about it before, but wouldn't it be too easy to treat a man the way you treat him, Your Highness?

But they brought me in. I had no choice, what a luxurious chandelier if you poke your mouth open and look up at the ceiling like an abalone. A more luxurious atmosphere than practicality… Is this made in Indira? I don't know.

Making art is not so profound. I'm only under the impression that it's human ability. [M] Especially if he understands the art, that's about it.

After all, the world is nothing if you are as honest as you can understand. I'm a liar in the first place, and I even lie to myself against Mr. Gallon's words, but I'm not so shameless as to acquaint myself with them for no reason.

... In that way, comforting my low sensibility, Elle, who was making me tea, called me.

"Thank you for waiting."

One set of tea and sweets, placed on a desk with an elegant hand in front of you. Tea and the vessel laid under it would be a guy named Pottery. I didn't care when you brewed me before, but I think it's the same as it was then.

If you look at it like this, it's a cup with a medium flavour. Hmm, I'm a little undereducated, but I'm a little wondering if my earlier thoughts are pulling back.

Bright white plate. Little cup of handle, ridden there. The irregularities in the abyss represent a slightly wave-like shadow in the light. Neither reclining nor nasty. But it's cute.

Floating in white, dark. I can't say enough about black, and I feel the color flavour to insist on gray. It also looks blue and may be warm in light condition.

I can't imagine at all the arms of a merchant who moves a lot of money in one vessel or the idea of a nobleman trading more than the market for the sake of looks, but seeing it with this kind of mind may be abusive to simply waste it on a piece of art, or turn it down as worthless.

Interrupting such thoughts was a word from Elle, who sat across the street and snapped her neck.

"What's wrong, Nine? Aren't you going to drink? It's gonna get cold."

"Whoa, excuse me."

But it will be the truth that counts. No matter how much armor is placed in the bowl, it is only funny if its contents are not accompanied.

I think that's roughly what creatures are like. And I think human beings are roughly a loss. In response, it's an inappropriate creature that needs to be glorified.

Without minimum pride, I would have crawled into the garbage dump and lived without even being here.

Rub against your enemies like this in order to avenge everyone in the village. If everyone were alive, what would you think of me?

... I don't know. How noble it really is that it was pride that moved me. No, I'm sure......

... I don't know. I said I couldn't help but think about this. And I can't believe I'm the enemy, I love them... even though I have to love them.

You can't push me in. This kind of thinking springs up over and over again. I knew you were tired.

No more, I'm not sneaky to scorch El, who's going to look at this one at the top. I'm just thirsty, too, and I think I'll take it.

Softly, lift the cup carefully, as she did when she put it before me.

Kacha, and the sound of the plate and cup touching each other is comfortable to the ear, but it could have been a little grumpy.

Unrighteous thoughts about them, which had floated naturally until earlier.

A sense of inferiority, coming from Mr. Gallon's awareness of the bladed manners he gained in his lecture.

And noble her brewed me, maybe more expensive than my own price, tea.

Put them together, pour them into your mouth, and swallow them saggily.

"Ugh!

I threw it up instantly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Even so, the discomfort that keeps lingering in your mouth.

Flavour of hives. What's this... What's this!

It's so hard! It wouldn't be tea. This!

"Oh, did you really drink...?

Elle stood next to me, who seemed to get his nose out by accident.

"Too bad, Nine. I don't really like kids who don't remember things."

"Shh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh...?

I'm sorry to hear that.

Too bad it was this one who was drunk.

"I think you would have noticed. Smell it. 'Cause it's a cocktail of leftover water and wine vinegar from the bath. And then, pepper."

What, what. Hey.

Are you coming to kill me? Hey.

That's crazy, dude. Did I do something you hated so much? [M]

I don't know if the difference in attitude from earlier is too intense. Hey.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

It was a lot of work, so I'm angry with the boulder.

I tried to ask at least for a reason, and when I looked up as I muddled my mouth, I was grabbed by the collar mouth.

Compressed by a cloth twisted with unexpected force from its physique, its throat squeezes critically.

"What did you do? Yeah, I didn't do anything. But you seem to have forgotten, so I need to remind you."

"What... what...?

"Hey, Nine. What the hell are you doing?

"Hey...!

Soft, light. No, it would be light for her, but it was an unusual force for this one, thrown away.

I get the feeling of bass on my back, and I can't handle it, and I'm taken by the bosom and something soft.

I still haven't figured out where I fell or, no, what situation I'm in in, in the sight of Guru and circling.

What the hell. What kind of scales did I touch her?

I have no idea why I'm seeing this.

I can see the footsteps approaching from the furrows laid in the room with Pough, Pough, and. At least there's someone approaching who's not happy with me at the moment.

I'm not a gentle, poor Elle. An enemy demon tribe of humans, to be called the 'idiot' Electra Villa Detra, approaches.

Finally, the dizziness healed, and I understood that I had now been thrown into Elle's bed, and that the lace cloth that could be zeroed out of the ceiling, was the only unhappy blocking wall that would block Electra and me.

Every bit of silhouette in that silk field that is still rocking with the shock that hit me. Its head tilts to the right.

"You won't be able to answer that. If you're conscious, I wish I hadn't done this either."

Again, unfortunately, from the other side of the fabric, I heard a voice.

"I won't wait, I will. Your sister might wait for an answer. But I won't wait. Because I'm a child."

When I told her so tenderly that fear ran, she easily ignored the last defensive wall and reached this way with her right hand.

The fabric descending from the ceiling unnaturally spreads as if afraid of it, welcoming her hand in.

The hand... the thumb and other four finger nails that follow the wheel touched this one's throat or not, and it stayed perfectly there and the fine dust didn't shake either.

"... play. Are you joking too much?

"You can't dress like that now."

Electra kicked in my suggestion to change the air.

The nails slightly advance. I ate it into my skin. I hallucinated how it would tear both carotids apart.

"You know it, Nine. You tried to get to Aroma before you greeted me, didn't you? You can't do that."

"Yes."

If you lie to me, I'm sure these nails will, without hesitation, move on to another. I get it. You don't have to take the pain.

"Next. When I picked you up. I don't mind if you were thinking about me. But you can't ignore me at all."

"Sorry......"

I'm sorry. I couldn't even finish it.

Without even waiting for that few words, she inherited them.

"Last. What you should care about in my room is not furniture. It's not even a vessel. And you're not yourself. It's just me. Don't get the wrong priorities."

And one breath.

She spread its bat-like wings wide.

Exactly. It was a threat to the weak, by the Demons.

You are.

……

"Mine, is it a toy?

So Electra slit the fabric that didn't serve as a defense for me at the earliest, and jumped in here flutterly.

He stuck his fangs up my neck.