Instant Messiah

Eva Karma didn't make a mistake.

If there was no difference in the hanging of some button, her words would be... there would surely be no unfortunate fate to be spinning... or perhaps even a help to a future in which man and those who take him to the devil would join hands.

Maybe I had a kinder future. As a way to get there, the words she sent to Nine were not wrong.

I just couldn't help but slip away.

There was nothing I could do, it just didn't come with the results.

Cristella had spoken with Aroma before Nine came to her.

On their behalf, when a report from Eva was passed on, Aroma said:

"That's Nine's pattern, isn't it? Chris, please praise him."

... not so much a strange word.

He who tried to harm not only Aroma, but the king of the devil tribe.

But Chris understood exactly the color of the light in Aroma's eyes.

I could see the color of jealousy.

Nevertheless, I cannot allow Nine's work to have been for Chris, not for Aroma.

That was the first trigger.

... even if Aroma didn't tell me, I was going to give her a compliment.

I was going to admit how much I worked for you.

... of the Demon Clan maybe... no, he acted for himself, thinking of himself, and Chris turned that sentiment slightly to Nine, really stupid.

So I checked. There's no such thing as untrained human beings.

She turned to Nine, who committed the act of murder… it was even close to final confirmation, but asked, "What happened to the suspicious?"

Nine, to put it this way, could have fooled Chris. Or I would have been able to keep dreaming happily ever after, whether in a really short time.

"Dear Chris. I did it for you."

He doesn't know, but Chris is obsessed with Nine because of certain circumstances.

... because of his indelible wounds.

Yes, I don't know Nine. The man doesn't know that Chris wants to be recognized by himself.

Poor demon king.

With all the power, my heart is immature.

The wounds in her heart have kept her from growing.

Nine doesn't know that.

Asked by Chris, Nine had often lost his determination to love the Demons because of his backwardness, guilt, for his first murder.

So when asked, Nine, who was leaning down, could neither notice Chris' gaze, nor return the words.

So Chris decided that his expectations of Nine had been betrayed for a moment.

From there, only suspicion overflows because of the recoil lifted.

Changes in the attitudes of the gallons and the Els.

Chris can't even ask her what her priorities are now among them, who had the most respect for Kristera the Demon King.

My precious things are being taken away.

The throne of the Demon King, inherited from my father, is taken lightly.

My friends, my men, walk away from me.

If it's gone, there's nothing left for me.

Needless to say, the cause of this.

... but Chris can't exercise how to get it back.

Being a born strong person, and having obtained it without being hindered by status or anything from the outside, she does not know the art of using fine mindfulness.

Above all, Chris was too good to be king... to bind the people. Because of their nature, they can't do that, and that's why Aroma, who found out about it, has taken on that role.

Not as demon kings, but emotionally or with overwhelming violence as one being, or in rational terms… ask them either.

It will rather expose her inner surface, which is rather easy to understand and understand from the side. Those who saw the demon king, anxiously exposed to the ungodliness, rather close to her, would have loved Chris more. That might have created the foundation for Chris to accept his men's true intentions in a convincing way.

... As a king, I may not deserve it.

That's why Chris can't do it.

I knew how to be saved. I knew, but I couldn't do it as a demon king.

The hopeful Chris of the Demons can't take off the crown that symbolizes him, the Demon King, at times of need.

That's because when it comes to betraying her people, that's what Chris assumes.

A child who is young, but also unable to speak selfishly.

Even if I am in a position to be respected, my heart scratches and I cannot acknowledge myself.

... but I can't do it for someone, I eat my teeth off and keep trying.

Cristella was such a woman.

Aroma's jealousy of herself.

Of gallons, words and deeds as women.

to Electra,... I couldn't exchange it, healing.

Puria or Alice. Their excessive contact with Nine, often seen in the castle.

The kind of sentiment I felt in a report from Eva that admits Nine no matter what the direction.

But those, too, are only triggers.

Cristella, this weak woman, felt her limits as king.

Demons, beasts, they. Cristella, who had carried their expectations all by herself, was already going to be crushed by the weight.

It's an all-out war with a human being that I started. Failure is not tolerated. Defeat means the death of all innocent people.

If you were allowed to stand on the arrow side, it would still have been good. Malice from humans, violence, or could have endured.

But that's what the people didn't want.

The Demons were not good enough to hold Cristella solely to account.

In a later life, I want to say with confidence, 'We have won freedom in our own hands'. I want to be proud. Who can make the thoughts of such a people unhindered?

That's why I repeat myself. Humans are spicy, helpless, and must perish.

Without her enemies, at least, she can't stand or move on.

- It's hard.

There was no one in her heart to make such a breakthrough...

Well done, no one praised it.

There was no one in Christella who scolded me, like my father, like my mother, like my lover. Even my real parents never took on that role.

As such, there was no one in Christella Vara Detra, the Demon King, who would comfort him after adding his fist bones.

I wanted to be rewarded. When I was trying, I wanted compliments.

No, you don't have to have that. Wanting words like that is despicable.

If there's a name in history, I want you to treat me like a hero.

No, you don't have to leave a name or anything. Just be a world where everyone can laugh and live.

Nobody caresses my head.

In a true sense, I wanted 'someone' to know how spicy I was.

... If that's not going to happen, at least if everyone would be happy, that would have been good.

I'm glad that's all, but since he showed up before Atashi, it's all crazy.

I almost forgot.

When he first came to this castle, when he raised his face.

The moment I saw his... Nine's black eyes, I remembered.

I remember the precariousness of being me.

"Grr......!

And now I'm scared to be abandoned by my friends.

I am also frightened of losing my subordination and my inability to fulfil my duties as king.

I am frightened of my position that even my friends have to see as a subordinate.

I am frightened at the root of my fear, a human being named Nine.

Killing Nine is easy.

But then, this pain in the back of my heart won't go away for the rest of my life. That is horrible and frightening.

Beat the nines, kick them, trample them. Note that those wounds won't go away......!

"Ugh, uhh...!

- "The strongest being in the world". I'm already tired of wearing that mask.

In a room where Nine is gone, with no tears.

Cristella groaned.

- It was Serfi Mercury, a man dressed as Reindeer, who was observing the troubled Demon King via bats.

The vampire laughed like a flower.