Instant Messiah

Under the light of the chandelier, adorned with elegant craftsmanship, Cristella sat on her own bed.

The time is already evening.

I called Aroma into my room because I finished my work today and could afford to hear more about the story.

She has little work to do today and will have more to carry over to tomorrow, but she is competent.

You'll be fine there.

What concerns me now is the unprecedented fact that childhood tampering in front of me, constantly smiling, is leaning down with a pungent face.

"I heard a scream. El's."

First, that's what Aroma said.

"Me, anyway, that human being, as usual, thought it would end right in pieces. Yet what I've heard since he came in quintiles is Elle screaming, so"

Keep listening without blaming her for talking in an awkward narrative, interrupted by a clear brain.

As we talked, she decided she would be calm.

"I went into my room. Then that human being stood in the middle of the room. Elle was squatting with her head. I don't know what it is."

"... so?

"I instructed my sister, who shook her head many times crying, to carry her to her bedroom, where she came into the room screaming after me. I think I did something wrong to my sister when I saw that human shackle was coming off, and I was so aggressive."

"You attacked me with magic, and you became like that."

The playroom was terrible with the whole thing burning and the smell of the meat lumps inside.

"That's my sister."

Are you settling down, the caller is returning from his childhood to his usual 'sister'.

"My sister told me not to take refuge in that man in the junction and kill him, just to throw him out of my sight."

"So I put him back in the dungeon."

"Yes, the shackles were tightened, in addition to the hands and feet, and the seal of the chamber was layered, albeit briefly, so that you could not chant in case you were wearing magic"

"Hmm... I'll make sure, but now you're feeling calm already, huh?

"Yes. I also showed it to my therapist, but he said that there were no traumas in particular and that there were no abnormalities. However, the cause of the confusion is unknown."

Elle had already received a report that he was safe, so since he had done the minimum job, he is now in a state where he is asking Aroma, who has seen the scene directly.

Nevertheless, there is no way anyone can predict.

Everyone would think so, including me, that Electra, with the overwhelming magic of things beyond me, and the power to surpass even beasts and vampires, couldn't possibly be hurt by humans.

No, it would not even be entirely unexpected for anyone in this world to think that there is danger to my sister, who is itself a scourge synonymous with death.

Yes, it was unexpected.

However, it was also a result that exceeded expectations.

"... well, if El is safe. You don't have any particular downfall."

"But still, I don't feel like it. The irrevocable, such as putting your sister in crisis..."

"Don't worry. Then I'll punish you perfectly."

……… Oh, my God. "

"Hold that man to this Diabolo. I'll leave it to you to educate him."

"Is... yes? Huh? Are you serious?

"Didn't he tell you? I'm not gonna break my promise for the rest."

I left the room with an aroma that made my eyes black and white.

When I dropped off the door closing, my grin spilled carelessly.

Although I must be worried about Elle.

Po Sun, make a noise and fall into bed.

A bespoke spring graciously took my body.

............ Survival of Nile Village.

I remember, even if I remember.

Yes, I lied.

I know that person, I remember.

Something to forget.

Forgettable, it can't be.

I have that man in my hand now, the biggest cause that ever shaped me.

And he's alive now.

I'm from El's playground, I'm living out of that death prison.

Then he's still different from the rest of us.

I don't know what that is, but I'm sure he's got something I don't know.

Then.

Then I'm sure he will.

If you can get rid of that man, if you trample that man, if you take away that man's dignity.

If you crawl at me, towards me, the most honorable person in the world, and crawl at me for not being complacent and confident, I'm sure I'll be able to get my original self back.

"Hmm. In the meantime, why don't we just go visit Elle?"

Then, if he can ask Elle what he did, it's two birds a stone.

Cristella laughs.

The strongest, stupidest woman in the world doesn't doubt that she is the one chosen for destiny.

She was so convinced that if she could succumb to him who survived an inescapable death if she were a hundred human beings, then she would be the reigning king who would unite the whole world.

And the snake she puts in her nostalgia feeds on that chronic heart.

The name of the serpent was Nine.

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"Three meals napping. This is a nice place, Wilson."

In the barn, I shrugged at him. [M]

There's only one thing I can do because of the shackles on my hands and feet that makes me squirm like a potato worm, so I can only say such a loss.

"But Mr. Aroma is also surprisingly abusive, isn't he? I guess that's the type of thing that scares me the most if I piss you off. I don't know how to treat a woman."

Mr. Gallon kicked me in the barn, while Mr. Aroma shackled me, then dragged my legs to carry me here and let me in.

He didn't speak a word, he just glanced at this one with only a floating look of intent to kill.

"Well, I wonder what happened to Master Elle. That lady was easy to understand and helpful."

In fact, there is no such thing as seeing him.

He's just a lonely, crying child.

I don't even know I'm loved, I'm a babe who rambles on my own power.

Loving her like that (...) was like twisting a baby's hand.

Lovely stuff.

"Hey, Wilson. I'm sorry I threw you away yesterday, okay?... By the way, I wonder what kind of life you've lived, what kind of bad luck you've gotten into and ended your life in such a dark place"

………

Dead people don't talk, of course.

But someone loves someone, and life is born as a result.

I'm sure even he was born blessed.

And as a result of that blessing being trampled, I ended my life here.

A peek into Wilson's vain orbit reveals blemishes wandering in the back.

... height unknown.

There is a deviation in the meshing, so maybe she had back pain.

I guess it was somewhat of a look Ella had on her face.

Age.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

I've seen a lot of people's bones.

I've touched a lot of people's deaths.

So if you look at the bones, you get some information, such as gender and age.

But the body doesn't tell me how he lived, how he nurtured love, and in what despair he died.

It's just that as much as I feel like mourning him for dying in a place like this, I still have this, so I keep having meaningless brain conversations with him.

Though it's half my spare time.

"Wilson, by the way. Thank you. The Demons seem to have a lot of beauties. I'd like to be close, but I'm a virgin. As an experienced ancestor, I wonder if you have any advice on how to get along."

………

"You're a beginner for your age, aren't you? Something like this, like a decision dialogue? When a woman hears this, it's like a tickle!

What, if we push it down, everything will work out?

... Dear Tia. I didn't ask you.

I see you're a bum...... oh, look, don't mess with me.

It's a joke. A joke.

That's how my second night in the demonic realm passed.

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... Ki... Come on.

... ku... oh... Yikes.

Something can be heard calling me from afar.

And the smell of flutter and gentle flowers snorted.

The morning was weak for a long time, and I remembered unexpectedly that my mother woke me up every morning in a violent way.

A nostalgic memory.

Warm blanket, soft futon.

Thanks to my mother drying me, I smelled like the day.

Since the destruction of the village of Nile, it has never been tasted, a gentle feeling.

What could I have done to avoid losing that feeling?

Who the hell lost that plush because of what I did wrong?

It's up to me who to resent.

But there are some things I can't get back.

So instead, I decided to love a lot of things.

Everything I wanted was left in my memory ten years ago.

But because Tia told me that there was something I could get by loving.

So I...

"Wake up quickly. Human."

Pasin, and a sharp noise passes through the room.

The sensation of a terrible whip forced me to wake up.

Something hit my thighs, I heard the noise late, and the pain of the late oversized, though I wasn't fit, hit me.

"... whoa...! That's a pretty tough wake-up call. Is it a demonic ceremony?"

"It's for slavery. I thought you deserved it."

Such a thing, says Aroma, in an attitude where the softness of her waist went completely somewhere when she first met her.

"I'm still busy with this. I don't want you to go through too much trouble."

"Sorry, I'd like to give you about five minutes"

"Heh. You can say that a lot in this situation. I guess there's a good reason."

"For faith reasons. I'm required to sleep twice."

The whip flew again.

Ouch.

"Wouldn't it be a little too easy to handle? I thought your promise to the Demon King would make you one of us."

"There is no way that every human being can be equal to us. It's just that the return to the soil is the first step."

"Terrible or terrible, you betrayed my feelings. I'm not quitting the lawsuit either!

"... if you want to annoy my hands any more, you will die on this occasion. Say hello?"

"It's not nice, Mam. Good morning."

"Yeah, good morning. From now on, I want to see your face as much as I can."

I crawled out of the dungeon after listening to Aroma, who had just told me to die as soon as possible.

They were removing the shackles from me while I slept.

The sun gently illuminated this way as it went up the stairs leading up to the ground through the corridor facing the dungeon where the sun would not shine.

On the first day of my new life, which is about to begin, a new morning has come.

I hope it's a morning of hope.

Although I've never had my expectations not betrayed.

... In the meantime, only fur covering the area around the waist was given in such a way.

No shoes.

No jacket.

It was a dish of pearls that could go further down the worn slave clothes that I originally wore.

"... Dear Aroma. What was the season like?"

"Autumn, right? It's getting cooler and easier to stay."

"Right. I think so, too. But I was wondering if this was too cool."

"Is there a problem?

"... None"

Gaia walks down the stone corridor dressed as a barbarian herself who won't whisper to me more radiant.

The floor is cold when you walk directly on your bare feet, and above all, it hurts.

Will you give me a break?

I guess what you did to Elle yesterday isn't going to hold your belly.

... That's yucky, nothing to do with you?

No more?

Oh, my God. You're such a good girl.

Tell me what I did to you!

I'll tell the teacher!

Look forward to exposing you at your return party!

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I had something for you to do."

"Yes, yes, what is it, I'll do anything. toilet cleaning or dishwashing."

"Of course I'll have that done, too. Cleaning the kitchen and disposing of raw garbage will be the main thing."

Copy that.

"... well, encourage me at best. Oh, Puria, that was just fine. Can you show him this to the kitchen?

Mr. Aroma walked away ordering Harpy, whom he met on the way down the hallway in the castle - a flying species who looked seemingly human, but whose arm was winged - to guide him to the kitchen.

It's a face I remember.

At any rate, I can't forget because I've been spit on twice.

The harpy conveyed her obedience to Mr. Aroma for understanding, but she kicked in the moment she turned over.

"Hey, wait, Tamma Tamma Tamma"

"Rusai, why aren't we here?"

"Don't say that. From now on, he's one of us."

"Huh? What are you talking about? Why would a human be like that? Are you out of your mind?

"Didn't the Demon King tell you that? I was supposed to hire you here for once."

"Ha!? Lie!?"

"No, no, it's true. It's true. Nine, I'm not lying."

A harpy named Puria, who had a strong accent, didn't trust me at all in the end.

If I spoke a word, I put in a kick, if I spoke two words, I spit, and if I tried to speak three words, I was snapped with my wings.

The last one felt a little good.

Still, he seemed to follow his boss's orders for once, and he gave me guidance.

"Hey, human. Here we are. This is the first kitchen, next door is the dining room"

"Ho, this is"

Pretty big.

Or so much so that a small house was likely to contain a few.

There was meat eaten by humans like cattle and pigs, as well as vegetables. There wasn't much culture to cook and eat in the first place, there were a few blades and platforms, but there wasn't a single facility to use fire.

Seeing how strange I looked like that, Mr. Puria explained to me with her folded wings on her hips and fluttering back.

"This place is like a food warehouse for omnivorous species. It's roughly a raw place, so it's just a place to cut it into pieces."

"You don't care about the state of preservation, do you?"

"I don't know about us, but it's going to take a long time to make it harder to rot."

"Well, magic is convenient."

"What do you mean, human beings are better at this kind of comical technique?"

"No, I don't grow up well. I don't know anything about magic."

"Ha. Well, it's a blur to see, you know."

Tell me, damn it.

You look like you don't like me when you sniff around.

Well, is there no such thing as a human-loving demon race?

You're assuming there are few people who like the Demons.

Though I can love you.

And so are you, Puria.

"If I were here, would I go next? I don't have enough leftovers here for the caterer to cut the rice around, and I don't have much leftovers in the first place, so what I'm gonna do is I'm gonna clean the floor, right?

"If you go to the second kitchen in due course,"

"There are three of them."

The second kitchen, located in a separate building, had ventilation, heating facilities, cooking utensils, etc., as well as insulation by type of ingredients, which did not feel very different from what humans used.

"They also use that one, the type of gastronomer who doesn't care about food, well, the Demon King, but it's a place where superiors make food. It's mostly made here. It's transported to a private room."

"Is that the Demon Clan, you cook or something?"

"I will. I don't care if my arm is like this, but I'm in charge here of people who like to cook. Well, let's do a minority, whether you make it or eat it. Most of them are raw in the first kitchen."

"On your left."

"There's a lot of dirt out here. It will be disposed of in conjunction with the third piece of garbage."

"Is this the third kitchen?"

"Nha. Well, it fits, but that's what we call it."

That said, Mr. Puria laughed disgustingly.

Besides, I was just saying that I've been talking about it in good shape because it's going to be real.

"So far, yes, but next time, you might have a tight spot."

... Well, I have a prediction.

"A treat room, we call it. Well, we've never had dinner here."

The place I was led to say so was terrible.

Master Elle's playroom was terrible, too, but it's worse here.

As for the construction, it is no different from the first kitchen.

However, there was only one type of ingredient left behind.

... from big to small.

Some were being processed downwards, while others were in the process of draining blood.

Of course, something alive.

Firstly, ingredients that, if they were human, would not have had the opportunity to speak were beautifully classified.

To eat, clean.

That must be something else.

Demons eat these, just as humans eat cows and pigs.

"Something about a guy who worked hard to get a handle on me or something can feed me on this place. You don't seem to eat much. If I get fat, I'm gonna come here?

With that said, Mr. Puria laughed as he narrowed his pupils vertically and peered into my face.

"Then, Mr. Puria, we have to do our best to have dinner here."

That's what I said, I laughed back at her.

Kiki, and leaked a tall voice,

"You suck............... name, what did I say?

"It's Nine."

"Nine, Nine. Yeah, if that's the case (...), I'd admit it as our parsley."

That's what I said, Mr. Puria mocked.

Next I arrive after her that she will guide me inside the castle, and I leave the treat room.

On my back walking away, help me, let me out, I never looked back, although the scream of a grunt had been wooden all the time.

... I thought the garbage disposal here was going to be tough inside.