Instant Messiah

It was a thrilling lunchbox operation at the beginning.

I saw the probability of success as 80%, even if it was estimated low.

Chris was tearfully delighted, apologized for his rough treatment by expressing his daily gratitude, and thought he would speak like a cow while Bakubaku, because he had always embodied the extreme of his low profile and respectful gaze.

Likeness is climbing the eel, it should have been.

"You try it."

That's what he said to me when he offered me lunch.

I regretted it.

Not trusted at all, I regretted that.

Chris' eyes were cold out everywhere, and he seemed to suspect me of poisoning him.

Naturally, I was desperately stuck wondering if you suspected me. [M]

It's natural to be desperate. If you were treated like this by something you worked so hard to make, you'd know what it would feel like.

But Chris didn't pull. I just refused.

I can't pull this one off now either. Shit, stop by and say something with both hands.

"Please eat"

"I don't like it."

Shit.

"Please, just one bite."

"No, you eat."

Nonsense.

"Don't say that"

I approached my nose so close to touching each other that I ate a binta.

"Come on. If you say so much, I'll eat you, but first you poison me."

Chris is extraordinarily sweet.

But it's a condition you can't hear on this occasion.

It's a lunch I made for Chris.

I'm not a good eater. [M]

There should also be a dish made for someone, as it should be used by those who should when tools are needed.

……

Chris pinches up a leopard and one confident egg roll.

Every little finger stuck it in my mouth.

I couldn't get out of the bathroom all day that day.

People would call me stupid.

However, this is entirely within the scope of expectations. To deceive someone, you also need to be clear. So even if it was fate for Chris to obstruct my behavior (which may not be favorable) and put a lunch full of detergents in his mouth himself, that series of flows was imperative.

Thanks to you, I was able to pepper Chris' fingers!

Let's start with one success.

Sexual harassment is a tough road, but this step will be a big one for me.

It is about the next day.

I was on my way to the kitchen to run a second operation.

Last night, when I finally got hungry and went back to bed, I was driven by a sense of nothingness about what I was doing on second thought, but I couldn't pull back any longer. It should be a well-known fact that I am a man who can do it if I decide to. [M] I don't bend myself.

Living is also enduring for no reason. Whispering - which seems awful, but let's reveal it once and for all now, as I happen to know, Chris is stuffed to the chest - it is the business of man to struggle to seek a whispering gain like her breast.

PDCA cycle,.

Plan, follow, scrutinize, evaluate, and improve. What a productive and sensible idea.

No matter how inferior that may be to the purpose, the experience gained there will not be in vain. I decided to apply it to Chris this time. [M]

Again, right now I have nothing to do with the overriding purpose of revenge.

I'm free.

No, the truth is, I've always been surrounded by attractive women, and rather I've even been sexually harassed myself, but I'm still a virgin. Virginity leads to the journey. It's the middle of the road.

It's time for me to get the experience I deserve when I welcome an adult.

Again, Chris is the only one who currently has the option to be his opponent. Again, that's what I want.

Whatever, Chris, if you say it just by appearance, it's really beautiful.

Scattered milk. It's just disappointing pants. I've never seen a creature as beautiful as her, if you say so, except for the lights.

Not at all my gaze, but her appearance is angel itself.

And he also has so much power in this world that he can be considered equal to God.

It was Leviathan who first saw her wield that power, but I didn't know the completed violence was so beautiful.

The apostle, named Moo, who had been attacked by Chris at an unstoppable rate by his eyes, blew away with a wave of her arms as loose as a butterfly danced.

Instantly trying to fight back at a swallowy speed, he relaxed, and she should have definitely walked closer...... crushed the meeting desk with that step. The momentary stiffness of trying to move sideways had been sealed with one of his sights.

Is it the Apostle's incapacity, called a gift? The body hit he released shortly after he glowed his whole body - I definitely didn't even blink, but he instantly crushed the time between at least ten steps away - that fierce blow did reach her.

But it didn't even come true to scratch the Demon King. Not on the skin, not even on the clothes.

Chris moved his lips without a sweat.

"You too, to this extent".

The Demon King relative and triumphed against Moo, who would undoubtedly boast one of the finest fighting abilities in the Apostle, with such a degree of effort as lifting his arms and putting his feet forward, as is the case with such everyday motion. There wasn't even a word there. To her, Moo was not even an enemy to defeat.

Boredom and disappointment were in Chris' eyes.

In the end, Moo was recovered by Ninina, in the form of letting him get away with it, but no matter how many times he did that, the results would change. There may be one thing in 10,000 for an ant to overthrow an elephant, but there is not a single chance that a grain of sand will achieve such a result just by touching it.

I don't care how humans defeat Chris with power. I double-checked it then.

Cristella is always careful and good in battle. At least that's what I had in mind.

That is the only creature whose concern is allowed in every battle.

... though.

What's so strong about Christella?

Why did you let your eyes shake when you first saw me in Diabolo?

It's as if you've seen something horrible, something you don't want to see, your own disgrace.

... I don't care about that. For the record.

Only because that battle made me recognise that I was the only one who could defeat her. I can't help but understand that she is the strongest, and it's a story that has nothing to do with my life.

And whatever impression she has of me, or not, it doesn't matter either.

I've lived to destroy Cristela. That, too, will soon come to fruition.

I think I'm getting an erection unexpectedly. No, I will. Don't even bother with your tongue.

It doesn't fit. It doesn't fit.

Restless. Is this lust or murder? No, it would be love.

I also want to be sexually harassed. I want to see more of her warped expression. I want you to paint that supernatural mask she carved up in her life with the childishness that lingers inside her and show it to me as unnecessarily fallacious.

But that's not enough. Ask her to lose everything, without a drop of blood.

Come on. Come on.

I want to see her fall fast.

Chris is an angel. The way an angel falls, it must be beautiful. Beautiful above all. I want to see the most beautiful sight in the world, the nearest one.

I love you, Chris. I love you.

You're the one I'm most obsessed with in my life. This is love, you'll see. Chris, you'll see.

Don't be flirtatious, you have to understand.

I can't put it into words. It's love, love overflows and I can't stop, oh I can't. Die fast. No, not yet, calm down, Chris, you're gonna let me die, right?

You want me to kill you, too, right?

I know, I know about you. Don't tell me you're not, I'll kill you? So wait a long time, you wait a long time, and you see, there's a rush of idiots. You, because you're still alive, you see, like this...

"It's a face I don't see."

A reptile beast man with his back on this one shudders his shoulders, tingling.

Without turning around, she replied to my voice.

"... I was recently hired. I know about you. It must be the slave Nine, that the Demon King adores you. I envy you."

The obvious story is, I hate it.

I hated reading back stories that already seemed to end. So I was able to remember the Sarian scriptures faster than anyone else. Because it was painful to read it again and again.

... I knew I didn't really like that religious book, which ended up being a lot nicer to a kind person than the world did.

... this too, for the record.

"Which way can I carry that meal?

"... please don't use that tone. I will carry it to Your Majesty, instead of Master Selfi. 'Cause no one else is free."

I just didn't like the suspicious person in front of me who lied clearly.

"I don't like lies."

"I can't believe you're lying... if you doubt it, would you carry it instead? Now that you have your next job, you're welcome."

"... breathe"

"Huh?"

"A few times, they, they're a little less. I guess it's because of the low temperature."

"What are you talking about...?

"Speaking of body temperature, my lady, you're more or less 38 degrees now. The smell of the economic stimulant... seems to be turning it off well though. No, you can't. You would have hit me in the left arm and come right here. I don't smell metabolites because I haven't reached the liver yet, but it's dangerous because the distribution isn't stable in the body. There is no one to do the couscous, so you couldn't have smelled it... and you should have waited a little longer. Even if it's good - the reptile system can't move when the temperature rises that far."

…………

"It doesn't look like a good way to walk either. Lizardman has a culture of lowering a heavy cow knife on his right hip. So when you're walking round your hips, it's easy to see that pelvic distortion. But you don't have it."

…………

"Do you still want to explain? I'm ashamed of this one. of people, to expose their shame."

Slow motion, the Lizardman woman in front of you...... no, I don't need to get carried away anymore.

The woman, who would have been a spy sent in by man, put her on the floor so that she would not spill her meal.

"How dare you put the meal your majesty takes on the ground? It's disrespectful, disrespectful!

Unnaturally, no one comes.

So-called exorcisms...... I saw some demonic stones rolling out the high frequencies that the demons unconsciously disliked.

Sleeping assistant Chris sometimes takes only one late breakfast, like he did today, when the butler isn't standing in.

If humans could have known about such a situation, and the unpleasant way there - for example by turning it into a demon tribe - humans could have gotten in.

Sure, it's no surprise someone thinks it's a chance to plant poison.

I've assumed that, too, so I know exactly. It's like a normal person trying to come up with something... if it's a way to kill Chris, I know it well.

"... in this place, you"

It's the knife that I pulled out of my nose.

I've already cut this woman loose at this stage.

'Cause it's nasty.

I can't believe I'm going to get Chris' place dirty with my blood, even though it's Elle's.

"Every time you get a chance to kill him..."

Precisely, the woman has been aiming for her neck in a trained move.

... I don't like blood.

Because when you stick to your clothes, you don't fall.

Ever since that day, First Lost. Because I can't get that smell out of my nose.

Because that redness is vivid and too violent. When you put time aside, it's because you stare dirty.

Elle's room, that's why I hated it.

Truth be told, after licking Mr. Puria's foot blood, he nauseated.

Mr. Alice, painted on Rogue's blood, was a beauty to be repulsed.

All in all, I'm sick of it.

I'm sick of what flows through my body. [M] I'm sick and tired of life.

... savage things, I hated it. That's why I wasn't good at hunting either. I don't like blood flowing.

Every time I see something so obnoxious, I remember the horror of losing myself.

So I am.

- One day, in front of the Cathedral of Seneca, carefully packed baggage was placed.

The contents were scrutinized by vigilant warnings of explosives and the like.

It was well known that it was heavily protected by the buffer material, that it had been devised not to break in shape and that it had been treated really carefully by the source.

One person who decides there is no immediate danger nods at his peers. Those around them understand and nod back at retrieving the contents.

In this way, he strips the tightly wrapped contents, one piece at a time, of armor, cloth cuts, and so on.

With a smooth hand, but as if to draw the will of the Lord of the sender, so as not to hurt him, politely he proceeded with the work.

At the last three or so sheets, his hands began to tremble, anticipating the contents.

No, no way.

This cathedral, which is closest to the throne of God… and therefore to the authority of Saliah itself, is there one who does this?

There can't be some idiot who imitates a synonymous, distracted imitation when he turns all of Sarianism against his enemies...

One.

Two.

When it was the last one, he and his colleagues were convinced at the earliest what the contents were.

The movement of the hand to work slows down gradually, and unfortunately he has to check even if he already knows its contents.

I almost rolled off the last one so that I could undress myself - it (...) slipped out of my irresistible hand, and I looked at one of the shards in the contents... and my eyes matched it, screaming like a baby.

… The 'contents' were transferred to Rotton Gum, an apostle formerly known as the Divine Doctor.

Below are some of the notes he left on this matter.

Foreign body in the oral cavity of "contents". Foreign body details: Paper pieces

⇒ I checked and wrote a letter carefully saying, "I will come to you soon."

The insertion of foreign bodies appears to have taken place after death, after embalming treatment.

Even after death, is it intentional? Only a head distorted by fear,

The effect of transformative witchcraft exerted by Rogue's hands.

It seemed to last.

... she was not even allowed to die as a person.

· Cause of death: In conclusion, suffocation. The doctor who performed the body test earlier determined it to be a crushing death, but it is not accurate.

⇒ Crushed fractures of all ribs and thoracic vertebrae are the primary cause of death, but these are all internal

It is not damaged.

not naturally possible, but it is also impossible to intentionally generate

Possible.

It is clear, however, that the killing took place.

-All depressed. As a result of excessive and even pressure exerted on the injured upper body (...), any (...) flow of blood (...) was stopped (...).

… This is the first time I have ever recorded such symptoms.

Even some kind of messaging - is it the fault of chi?

-It was the first time I had not been able to answer my surviving family's questions. "Has my daughter passed away without suffering?"

In an instant, the pain and fear that would have broken every bone in the trunk.

Instantly, but instantly, death is not tolerated, and we lose oxygen and become aware of ourselves dying.

... there's no way I know what those senses are all about.

East-West now, because it would be a feeling without the kind humans have tasted.

-In God's hands, this is not exchanged. Almighty God does not want such an inviolability.

It is extremely difficult for me to produce the same phenomenon, even if I was allowed to call myself a god doctor for many fears.

-If anyone has done this. No, no doubt he will be in the land to the north.

Still alive.

Those who have committed such cruelty are still alive.

There is no reason to doubt it. Looks like the body's still screaming.

Those who did this enjoyed so much killing and taking their lives.

-If anyone sees this note, keep it in mind.

I'll be perfectly clear.

This is not a person's business.

If we are to call upon those who have done this, we should say exactly the devil.