Instant Messiah

- Rogue Agnis held his right hand lightly.

Open slowly.

Grip.

Open.

After several repetitions, the paw feeds into the palm of the hand.

Rippling and even more powerful, regardless of the screaming of the skin.

Pfft, such phonetic sounds were appropriate, and the skin gave up resistance and embraced nail intrusion.

But Rogue can still help. He continued to add his masochistic conquest to his right hand, not even mindful of the red surrender flag from his palm: blood.

Already, the throat wound is closed. Eve Artman's treatment restored him to a point where he had no obstacle whatsoever in making a general living.

I think with a blur on my bed, I'm still sitting there looking at my own ceiling.

... the body has been feeling much better.

The problem is... something.

Finally stop the nail intrusion that is likely to reach the meat.

Not because I couldn't stand the pain. To my satisfaction with such half-way masochism, this man was not of a special winning nature.

He was, selfish but therefore, a constructive man in the handling of his desires, his pride and such things.

… what should I do and do?

Guru, and finally decided one more right hand wound, and rubbed his throat with his empty left hand.

There, when you do have a distorted scar, the feel of your fingertips tells you.

This... this wound is a lesson.

A lesson my chronic heart gave me, a lesson for myself.

Alarm is not good. It was a natural story.

That scratched my life, my throat and, above all, my ability.

In a wounded trachea, the precision of one's magic based on breathing remains compromised. There is no inconvenience in scattering miscellaneous fish, but it is clearly inferior to my former self.

What to do.

It is decided. Retraction is synonymous with death.

As long as it fades, people should die early at the peak.

I built my current position with this ability. Then, if you want to go up there, you can't stay inferior to yourself.

Above all.

"Crap... but..."

A voice like a toad. Whenever I emit this in my own mouth, whenever I get it in my own ear, that nine-and-do humiliation comes back to life.

Return the debt. Multiply it a hundred times, multiply it ten thousand times and return it.

Otherwise, it's not worth living for Rogue.

And I've decided I'm ready to get over who I've been.

Measures have already been put in place for this purpose.

Conn, conn, conn.

A quadruple knock echoes in the room.

Undoubtedly what he called into the room were the likes of Reapers, and so forth.

But I threw away the sensibilities that were so cute that I stumbled upon them.

"Awwww."

Did you hear that? I'm not even satisfied with encouraging people into my room right now. Hurt, burnt vocal cords don't go back easily with sorcery.

And I'm not going to put it back any more than it's a lesson. At least until you fulfill that snowflake.

The door opened slowly.

It was one man who put his face out of it.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Clowns.

A dude dressed like that comes into the room in an exaggerated motion that can only be described as so.

"That's unusual? That's unusual, isn't it?

Weird clapping, singing, shaking his body, the man leaned slightly closer to Rogue's sitting bed.

"Well? For now? Should I say congratulations on your recovery?

Red, blue, green, yellow. Clothes painted with doom tea.

Smiley makeup, painted on a bright white face.

Swinging over my head like an idiot, a two-stranded hat.

I'm not interested in what you're dressed like that for, etc., but an outfit that just makes me uncomfortable to watch anyway.

Creepy behavior.

A frigid, deliberate way of talking.

All in all, Rogue hated the man in front of him.

The name is Rotton Gum.

I'm not kidding.

But this is still regarded as the lowest level of danger among this man, the Demon Nation, while being the highest priority target of attack (Search and Destroy).

Even in this outfit, the real value of his work is definitely not a clown. He has a special role among the apostles.

"So? So? What can I do for you? Reject my treatment, while you rely on Eve? How dare you call me now?

- He was a doctor, even in this way.

It was also, before becoming an apostle, a prestigious doctor who was called to have divine service.

Such was the case with a special killing group called the Apostles, who, when entering this organization, gave only one condition.

"There's only one person I want to kill. I'm not gonna kill one other person."

As a doctor, I don't like useless biocides. That's what they were talking about.

The upper management was naturally reluctant, but his abilities, called gifts, and therapeutic techniques, were not discarded. As a result, he now maintains his status as an apostle.

... and anyway.

More than offering such conditions, perhaps more than becoming an apostle in search of revenge trance.

Whether it's only a matter of time before the very existence of the Demon Nation is hated, it was judged above.

- Those circumstances are not what I learned for Rogue.

All you need is for this clown to have the ability to fulfill his demands, because that's the only thing.

Rogue silently threw the material in hand towards the clown.

"Oh, and. You, you know, abusive."

Rotton, who received the flying material with his balls in his hand, takes the gaze of the staring Rogue and looks through him with no choice.

"Which one?... Hmm, hmm? Hmm!? That, this, seriously?

…………

Still, Rogue stares. The words you need from the man in front of you are: possible or not, do or not. That was all.

Did you know that, Rotton?

"No, well, okay? Can you do this? If you want to do it, I'll do it.

……

"But hey, hey? I don't know what Lily would say about your sister."

Rogue outstretched his fingertips in silence, breathing a breath and scorching the edge of his cloak.

"Wow, wow. Is that you? Attitude to ask people for things!?

…………

"All right, all right, all right. It's just, you know, life expectancy's gonna shrink, right? I'll make sure it doesn't have that much impact."

"Wow, wow."

"... really. Why do all young people rush to life?"

In that way, Rogue Agnis.

Successfully, we are moving forward with the calculation to kill Nine.