Instant Messiah

- Behind the church, the grass in that corner. This is my place of peace.

That building in stone used to feel majestic, but from the inside, I feel cold.

Maybe because the people who work there weren't nice to me.

A soft hem of clothing, as you walk, flickers.

... No, it might be different to say clothes. What I'm putting together now is too inappropriate to call it that. The expression is too cheap.

The feeling of slipping flat on my hands when I received this was too gentle, and when I told him, "I'm not in my shoes every time," I was pissed.

"That's the costume given to your 'position'," he said.

I mean, this is just a costume, and it's not mine.

No one will deny that I am unwell, nor will I withdraw myself. It seems to be at the hands of royal tailors.

But I haven't been given the freedom to push this back. So all I could do then was just go through my sleeves in awe.

The touch that makes you feel so spoiled and even so smug, it's as if you don't recognize yourself as the Lord.

I wore it many times driven by necessity, but still this noble piece of cloth makes my chest squirm.

Besides, once worn, I can't stop drinking tea poorly. Horrible to spill.

By the way, when I took it off, I took it off, and they even checked to see if the ornament was deceived. It is obvious, of course, that it is I who is suspected.

My specialist clerk turns a flattering smile and tells me it's a dirt inspection and deludes me, but my otum hasn't made me happy enough to be fooled like that.

I don't care. The more time went on, the more I even began to feel hatred for this cloth cut, rather than attachment.

This empty costume on my back was just too valuable for my village daughter, and from my personal point of view, inferior to hemp underwear, it was only half present.

... longer, but to tell the truth, this is not stupidity about costumes.

What I have is dissatisfaction with the 'position' itself, which is being given to me now. The kid hates it, so he just hates it.

I said, "brave man."

It's a laugh.

From their empty backs, they grow feathers to please the old men with the shady faces of the church.

Do you have a daughter around the age who would love to be forced to do such a less than circus spectacle?

Maybe he is. But I'm not.

I loved such a life, embracing sheep, putting goats on them, mowing hair when the time came, and driving away wolves that were detached from the flock if they came.

There was a pull from it, resenting the people of this church.

Pinch up the hem of your skirt and say blush.

"What, brave?"

For one of these village daughters, it's "The Brave" but "The Savior". What is a monk, a sacrifice, a boy, a faith, pushing such a daunting thing?

Those bald heads have lived longer than my life in such a waste of congratulations.

My back hurts.

Compared to the beginning, it's slight, but still uncomfortable that it hurts.

I hate you all.

I hate you all.

All on their own, those people, before I knew it, ruined my life. He didn't even look back on my intentions.

The Demon King's fear, that was to stay out of my village out of the city. I can't believe you attacked such a small village... about the time of "First Lost".

I grabbed it from the village, peeled it off, gave it a pill I wasn't sure about, applied a tingling ointment all over it, and when I realized it, my feathers grew.

So, angel, no, brave man, oh, protect us...

Oh, my God, that sounds stupid.

"What is it, brave man? A brave man is..."

I wonder if a brave man would have said a brave man to save a man.

You must be joking about catching a little girl who hasn't even done a beating since she was a kid and being brave.

A brave man is, for example...

"Dear brave man. Were you here?"

I was accidentally called out.

Somebody, I don't ask. Except for him (...), I'm only getting that promise kept.

……

"... brave man? What did you do?

……

"I'm done for the next day. Come on, you must be tired, but here's another step."

I'm still turning my back on the guy who's said that and reached out.

Hear it or not, in that voice, I say.

"... now it's just the two of us."

After doing so for a while, the rooted opponent, with a slightly softer voice, calls this one again.

"... Sally. Look, come on."

Comfort like you've become a dog.

Feathers grow or pull in, but they don't grow tails. But if I had a tail, I would probably have shaken it.

I jumped at someone who called me 'me', not the brave one.

"Mm-hmm."

Grunting. On his chest plate, he pressed his own head.

"Damn, you..."

With a bitter smile, he strokes my head with his martial bone fingers. I'm surprised, but very gentle.

My heart is warm.

I like this gentle guy.

I like him for seeing me here, for the first time ever, as' I ', who became a brave man.

I'm not doing anything for those church people.

Because it will be good for this man, I will do no such thing as brave men. I'll do as much as I want.

If this guy laughs at me, I'll be as good a spectacle as I can be.

Maybe it's being used by him. Calm, the other me in my head, whispers so.

Still.

If it helped this guy, that's all you need now.

Because you stroke me, I serve as a brave man.

Lord Abyss is my prince.

Abyss Helen.

It doesn't matter if you were a member of the Apostle or no. It doesn't matter if you were begging.

I'll do everything for you. Whoever fights against you will fight.

Whether it be beasts, demons, or kings of them.

- Whether you're a person. Whether it's God.