Instant Messiah

The chill on his running back is soaked and confused.

No, no, no. Why should I wander around? That shouldn't be necessary.

Just a little ahead of schedule. I knew I didn't have time in the first place. [M]

As Tia said, we only have a year or so left to stay sane, so we can assume it's convenient.

... I'm just really scared of these looks on their faces.

Except with a simple smile. I'm afraid of the colors lurking in the light of those eyes.

Dependent on. It's horrible to be able to directly hit the dependence cravings behind your eyes.

It's half their qualities and half the reason I put my hands on them that made them this way.

I also think we should take responsibility. Whether they're my enemies or not, I'm not going to step out of the way... and that's what I thought.

I'm back from Leviathan. This way, that kind of consciousness is fading.

Until a while ago, we were able to give them the highest priority. Even the horror could be replaced by affection.

At least, I could have tried that hard.

But I'm a little crazy right now. Fear emotions appear stronger against Mr. Aroma in front of you. I would have immediately turned this horror into love. [M]

What's causing this? No way, my obsession with them is fading...?

That's crazy. If they were to be my sacrifice, they'd have to be more valuable to me than anything else. Even though I have to.

... No way.

Me, maybe I'm running unconsciously into myself.

Are you starting to prioritize yourself?

Sacrifice for Tia is more important to me than anything else. I have to be more important than myself. [M]

Then I'm in trouble for this.

Why are you feeling this way?

I have to love them. I have to love them...

... but that crazy passion is weakening.

Off humanitarian hindsight, for the pleasure of masochism.

Make the pleasure of masochism the driving force of action.

Refine my past into resentment for them.

Replace your resentment for them with your love for them by acting together as companions.

And make their love for them a offering to destroy Christella.

I've been turning this circuit around without breaking it.

Where'd you go crazy?

What's gone mad?

Who drove you crazy...?

Should I doubt myself? [M]

I don't think so, but my grudges are getting weathered? Impossible. 'Cause Master Tia asked me to never forget how I felt then.

Wasn't my grudge supposed to go away forever?

Then I guess the scare I'm feeling right now is the one thing.

I think of them first, and I'm the one who stays. By even hating them and switching that hatred to love, I can be the first to be a vengeful man.

If you love them, love them, love them all, so much that your heart is empty if you lose them.

With that in mind, Master Tia's "Maho" should be able to get Cristella out of the world.

I don't have anything left, I threw away my name. Am I running for protection? That's impossible...... no.

Could be.

Maybe Dear Tia. Did you do something to me?

No, wait, what are we gonna do, suspect Master Tia?

Do you have any reason for her to keep her promise now?

Besides, if you suspect Master Tia, you have to suspect him from the very beginning, from the very beginning.

And the first time we met.

I've also had Nile Village not forget how it felt when it was destroyed.

Master Tia also wept.

And the time you spent in the woods with me.

And 'maho' to love someone.

And the premise that I came to avenge you in the first place.

And the plan to love the Demons and sacrifice them to destroy Chris as something of value to me.

Everything... what if it was for something convenient for Tia?

... something, I knew she was doing something backwards. But I thought that was bullshit to the point where she was reluctant to back off on her own. I can't believe it all fooled me in the first place...

If it was all a farce and on her palm, Dear Tia......

"Did you cheat on me...?

"What's wrong?

"Oh, no."

My soliloquy, fortunately, didn't seem to sound like Mr. Aroma, so I just whined about everything, and I took my gaze off of her.

I felt like I'd lost a lot of thought, but it was only about ten seconds.

But Aroma seemed to want something from me about Ista's attack earlier.

I'm mozzled. With fingertips.

Lovely.

... Oh, I can still think of her as cute.

Besides, I'm relieved.

I still make the Demons the object of love. [M]

"You're working a lot faster."

"Because that's the deal."

... smiling slightly, she still wants a few more words, she looks at me with her flattering eyes that she said.

Now I feel sorry for this girl.

It sounds awful, but even one of my heads would have stroked it before me.

But I don't have that much mental room right now. My feet are lazy. I'm wondering if revenge can be achieved at this rate.

In the first place, it's a product of miracles at the point where I've survived, was that what created the lust for preservation?

I don't have anything to protect.

I don't think I have the strength to keep it. Protect what? I decided to do what I had to do. [M]

Disappear, fragile me.

"Hey, Dad (...)"

That's how I was inspiring myself, but with her voice I get goosebumps again.

With a snuggly, sweet voice mixed with melancholy and luster, Aroma looks up at this one.

"Aroma, I did my best. And yet you don't praise me?

"Uh, yeah."

Now is not the time.

Oh, already. Don't make me think about all this stuff when I'm up and out and my head isn't working yet.

It's Setouchi, whether my ground collapses or not. I don't have much room for you right now.

"... yeah, I get it. That's what happened to me."

"Don't do that."

"Then why can't you praise me?"

Stuck in words. At a stage when the head is not organized, I have trouble when people say this arrow succession early.

... When I said nothing, Aroma lowered her brow root sadly.

"I don't know, I think I've worked a crude phase on your father."

That's not true. Looks like you're in too much of a hurry to conclude.

I wish I could re-divide it. I can't think constructively anymore now.

And suddenly Mr. Aroma got up from the chair completely.

"... what's wrong, suddenly?"

"Hey Dad. Aroma, you're a bad boy, aren't you?

Hey, another toddler retreat? Again.

Don't take any more action. It's beyond my capacity. [M]

Don't know how I feel.

One, two, three steps closer to me, what did she think?

"Yeah. Shit."

Covered my knees with a busty chest.

The temperature of Mr. Aroma's body is transmitted by twitching in his thigh.

Her body is warm at all with people. A soft, fuzzy bispherical sphere that you can tell is obviously big even from the top of your clothes.

They were pressed on her own legs, too, of her own free will.

"What... what are you going to do?

Out of the blue, words jam for a moment.

But she doesn't even care about my indifference, she twists her body and leans back.

"Father, Aroma is a bad boy. What do you do to bad kids?

"Mr. Aroma... you're not a bad boy"

"If your father won't praise you, he's a bad boy."

I was surprised at this.

... It was obvious from that slight breath-inspired behavior that she would make further attacks against me.

"Because I tried so hard for your father, he wouldn't say anything. Then Aroma is a bad girl."

……

"So ah... hey dad..."

- You're a bad boy. Slap Aroma's ass...?

…………

... Bad boy.

Bad boy, she says that about herself.

Mr. Aroma, why are you doing this?

Is she right? Am I short of words?

... Honestly, it's just puzzling.

Incomprehensible. That's a bad word. That's exactly what I've been getting myself into lately.

Simple is supreme. Because I haven't been able to organize things, I am now confused about what I should do and how I feel.

It's scary to put it into words, too, but you might have to admit it.

My most important thing, the purpose of revenge. That grand premise is about to collapse.

That's why you're so stubborn.

Demons are adorable.

The demons, they're adorable.

I tried to love the demons.

To hell with them like that.

... my spirit is about to be unbearable to this paradox. Recently, I have to admit that there has been poor thought cohesion.

I'm a human being. It is precisely madness shaking up, looking objectively, to roll your spirit around at your will.

Because I've come to a point where I can't stop anymore.

'Cause I didn't want to stop avenging you. I can't just betray you there.

If I forget there, too. Too many Nile villages...... and I feel sorry for myself in the past.

... Enough, enough.

These days, I've become weak because I think too hard. [M]

Then you just have to stand back to the beginning. Remember the beginning, this is it. Let's do this.

I love the Demons.

With that love, destroy Chris, the Demons.

To do this, we need Tia's help.

So you better believe in Master Tia.

Master Tia is the benefactor who raised me.

You deserve to believe the most in my life. I can't believe she betrayed me.

Master Tia showed us the way to revenge in the first place.

If I don't believe in Master Tia, my own assumptions will collapse in the first place.

Let's go simple.

I love the Demons.

So, what do we need to do now?

"Mr. Aroma. Turn around for a second."

"... what, father"

Take a peek at her contents.

... Oh, is there just a little bit of hindsight?

Are you doing this because you are conscious?

Are you trying to use me to eliminate it? [M]

She's still a cunning little girl.

You have something in mind when it comes to being scolded. Anyway, Chris, it's a relationship, right?

I wonder if you even ticked Chris about Mr. Gallon's retirement petition.

Fine, but nothing.

It's okay if I go out with your spiritual masturbation. I love you, don't I?

... Now that I think about it, she has the weakest heart. She's so hungry for love that she can't hide it with her clerical skills, her beauty, all that stuff.

Picking up Mr. Alice and doing what her mother did is also indicative of the gap in her heart. She is too lonely.

Really, she was too big a gap to be put in.

'Cause in the first place, I'm not under contract to Mr. Aroma.

I have never applied my body fluids to her as required by the contract.

I haven't spoken to her once. [M] No contact has been made by the mucosa.

Easy, if that's what you really don't like. I'm only hypnotizing you to the point of rejecting it.

Clever, and carrying the hindsight of my father's murder, she accepted it with hope. You've always wanted punishment, haven't you?

"Hey, Dad. Look... could you slap Aroma's ass quick? Are you ashamed of this attitude?

"... Who told you that? This... what, that, here. Although I can predict."

"Puria told me. Your father said you'd do this to bad kids."

……

... that little bird might need a second time.

Well, no.

- I gently put my palm on her back.

"... I wouldn't do that with a butt pen"

"Why is that?

"I'll make it bad, but I won't make it good. Aroma, aren't you a good boy?"

"But..."

"But it's not. You are such a good boy. [M] Listen to me very carefully and work fast. [M] Nothing to say."

"Because."

"'Cause it's not"

Caress gently.

Her body, which I actually touched from here, was so luxurious that it made me forget that feeling of violence in the sense of color, which I feel on my fat crotch.

"With such a thin body, you're working hard. Nobody's gonna stop blaming you."

……

"If you've done something wrong, it's no big deal what a good boy can do wrong. For example, I told Mr. Gallon that I did it to Chris, and if you did it, he would forgive me."

As insurance, out of the blue, I'll also try to follow up on Mr. Gallon's accusations against Chris on the matter.

My expectations were still met because I reacted with tingling.

"... really?

"Truth. Besides, it's okay in case you do something that's not forgiven. I told you," Let it go. "

"Really? Really? Really?... you forgive me about Aroma?

"Forgiveness. I'll forgive you if anyone else doesn't forgive me."

The moment I said that, out of her body, I lost all my strength at once.

"... Father."

She is as innocent as a child, with no outside ears, no body, no world, and dizzy.

He rubbed his head against my stomach and began to cry.

What I felt as I stroked her back and head like that.

Seeing others weak when they were weak, and comforting them, it was something that would save them from the outside world.