Instant Messiah

A relic of the Old World, in a marvellous fortress at sea called by Leviathan and the Demons.

There are three humans. Nine Harvest of Taoism, Apostles Nina Greenhill and Moo Xanad.

There are two demons. Demon King Christella Vara Detra, her sister Electra Villa Detra.

And the snake is a pillar. No. No name. Something forgotten.

They met in Leviathan, and no one died and returned to their places.

Nine gained what he could and should not have lost on this journey.

The Apostolic Thoughts… remain unknown.

In this land, the Demon King shall escape the apostles, and run for foolishness by far.

The sister put an irresistible promise in her chest.

And the snake laughs.

Sooner or later you'll know what happened in this place, but it's not a good idea to talk about it on this occasion.

They returned safely to the castle in Diabolo. I'll just say that now.

It was not only about them, but also about the situation in Holds in the future, that they were not safe afterwards.

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"Hey, are you back? He said he's been to the Inland Sea?

It was Mr. Gallon who greeted me with his right hand raised.

"Oh well, you know very well. I'm home."

"Whoa, there you are. Oh, you and Elle are back, too."

"Yeah, yeah, every time I cross a dangerous bridge, I get a wingspan."

"Must be. You engaged the Apostle again, didn't you?

Lifting her mouth gently, Mr. Gallon placed Po Fun and his meatballed palms on this head.

"You don't have a crush, either, but you're lucky to be unhappy. A safer place by your daughter is in this world."

"Really, you're right. No, blah, blah. I doubted my eyes. Moo sucked, too, but Master Chris. You're too strong."

"I can't believe your daughter missed the enemy. They're not insulting either."

"Is that already in your ear up there?

"It's like an overview with a raven. That woman was there, wasn't she? Ninina."

"Ah."

There he is.

Ninina, there she is. I didn't like that woman.

"Well, I guess you're lucky your daughter couldn't kill you (fuck you). He's my prey. I owe him back."

"Hmm..."

"Am I...?

She was talking well, but I accidentally put a word on that statement.

"You have a bad tooth, what's up?

"Um, um, if you can, can you give it to me? Mr. Ninina."

"Oh? Rare things to say. Nasty. You don't seem to like rough things."

"I don't like it. I made a little promise to you, Mon."

"Uh?

- Your sisters, they were delicious. Mmm, a treat.

-... Oh, you, no way -!

... She tries to get inside people casually, so the words are a little over. I don't buy resentment for liking it.

"... the next time I see you, it's time for one of you to die. I think I bought her grudge."

"is, superior. A man in public buys grudges and is a numb."

Mr. Gallon is a muscle to his brain.

Even though you've become feminine, there are some things that don't change. Yeah, I knew it.

"But, you know, with that said, I still can't give in. You don't have to go to war."

"... overprotective."

"You bet."

She bruises my head against mine. [M]

And he leaned softly into this ear and said, with his lotus leaves but a terribly colorful voice:

"Don't worry about my son. There's no mother. Don't say anything bad, leave it to your mom."

"Oh hi."

Phew, and one exhale, leaving her goosebumps here and her face off.

Where did you learn to do this? My gallon mother, who was adorable, grew up to be a bad girl before she knew it. What a cunt.

With me accidentally pulled back on her ass, she pretends to be her tail and back hand and tries to walk away.

It is thin. Even if it's overprotective against me, is it relentless against my son?

"Are you going somewhere?

"Well, if your daughter's back, I'll show her my face."

"Ah...... ah! Wait a minute, Mr. Gallon, that, you're going straight!?

"Ah?"

That, and a little under her face, fingers her neck a little bit.

In my move, she finally seemed to understand what she had been told.

"Oh, is that a collar? That's right, come on, you can't just take it off."

... The werewolf says he will allow himself to shackle his neck when he finds the Lord enough to give all of himself.

The act of fitting a collar for a werewolf becomes a vow of absolute subordination, better than marriage.

I heard he left it at home on the boulder.

... My neck will fly high if my gallon dad finds out that I imitated him like this prior to his marriage to Mr. Gallon.

"But hey."

"But not. I told you, a collar is not a light monster for a werewolf."

"But..."

"Shut up! I don't care what they say. I'm not taking it off!

But hey.

Chris was always upset when he came back. I don't want you to get too excited.

You guessed my mood like that, Mr. Gallon with his lips pointy (awesome cutie), he's been banging words like yelling at me.

"You're the one who put this in my neck, take responsibility!

Something...... I think I heard a tremendous amount of embarrassment.

Was it the same for her, Mr. Gallon, who blushed, and ran away as it was.

The tail was so shaken. It was cute.

... That's what Chris would react to.

I hope it's not weird.