Instant Messiah

Sawdust, the sound of spitting.

Which one is it? Is it both things?

It was Christella who opened her mouth, both without asking about it.

"Wipe it. I sweated it"

The woman's voice is not trembling. But before you open your mouth, after you speak out.

The lips were trembling with all their heart.

"Understood."

The man's voice hasn't shivered either.

The blood that went up his face earlier also went down, rather with a slightly more bloody face than usual, the man replies.

Once calmed down, it was a man named Nine who was all about keeping his heart out.

The woman still hated that part of the man.

But I can't even pull it off in the future.

A woman unfamiliar with men exposes her skin without inviting her. The subject is the one who hates himself and resents him.

It's crazy.

Those words echoed in the corner of Cristella's head.

This situation, the world.

And this man.

I'm sure myself.

No, maybe a friend or a subordinate, everything's wrong.

Someone.

I want someone to stop me.

I didn't mean to do this.

"This is the case". It is not by exposing the skin like a terminal woman.

There is shame. It's the first time I've seen a man show his chest, his underbelly, and, no, his neck to the bottom of his skin. That comes from me, too.

But it's not to that extent that I want you to stop.

It was everything. I wanted everything to stop.

Time, space. All you have to do is stop, and if possible, you want to rewind it.

... I wanted someone to admit that I wasn't "wrong" about everything I've done.

But I am the king. It's my job to recognize someone, and it's not the king's job to be recognized.

Yeah, but who can prove it, like I've never been wrong before? Will someone prove it?

Until now, I've been asking myself about the complexion of Aroma in any small judgment. Because as long as you follow her wise, you can make no mistake.

... If it wasn't my fault, I'd run away... against myself, but I could do it.

But because this man has now appeared before himself.

It is true that this was the first time I acted of my own free will since the first time I advised my father to destroy man.

Once upon a time, against Nine, I commanded myself to dedicate two hundred humans to Diabolo.

I wanted you to succeed, I wanted you to do it and show me. I believed you like a fool, because Nine said he wanted to live for the Demons.

The other self in the back of my brain told me not to believe it, but I still wanted to. It's not because I trust you, it's just because I wanted the thin loyalty of a man's mouth to be true.

Because I'm afraid of Nine.

Because I thought something scary would make me feel safe if I started following myself.

... but you could have really failed. Maybe you wanted that to happen.

That way, it's just a story of a man without a big deal being tragically killed by his men who love, worship, and obey him. That way I may have been sorted out of my mind against the symbol of fear that has been going on for a long time.

If there was nothing to be afraid of, one day I might have gotten a really restful sleep.

Because when I destroyed Nile Village, I heard that this man... couldn't find the Nine-like body that was a boy.

It has always been a piece of fear that erodes one's raw.

I couldn't stop myself.

I'm objective, I can't make sober decisions, etc.

I even ignored Aroma's intentions and did something scattered and unsolicited. It's all since Nine came to the land.

Because I'm scared, there's no way I can calmly choose the best option for everything.

This guy can't help but be scared and scared because he was Teng himself who broke himself in that forbidden forest that day ten years ago.

I want it to stop. No, that's not all, I'm already terrified of everything that goes on at my discretion.

... even now, see.

As he commanded, Nine takes the cloth he had placed over there to wipe his body, and comes closer.

That's crazy. Everything went wrong from the beginning.

This guy must be resenting himself.

Why did he come to this land? You can't hurt yourself when you're human. But.

How could he denigrate his people? It diverges too much from my values.

I wonder why this guy looked me so straight in the eye. I had staring eyes, but everywhere the back of my eyes was clear.

Nobody saw themselves, even though they didn't see themselves as Christella. When did you realize that even Aroma seemed to have something to include against herself...?

Yeah, but this guy is stupid, sketchy, helpless, dishonest, but...

About yourself, best than anyone else...

"Master Chris?

Recover from a blurry, calm panic that always suddenly falls into place.

The man in front of me is really no big deal when he actually sees it like this. Apostles hostile to this guy must have tasted the same feeling.

That's why... it's only when I can't see this guy that my fear swells.

"... what are you doing. Just do it, dull."

Nine, following the words of the Demon King, placed her hands gently on her shoulders and began to purify her body.

- Such a polite modus operandi of Nine, the pleasure of following what you say, breaks Chris one by one.

'- It's just that Cristella made a mistake. I can't get used to it without understanding what I'm afraid of. Because it's what you don't know about reason that scares you. And if things that remain horrible are on the side all the time, then naturally, it's just a story of sharpening the spirit -'