Instant Messiah

Nine hands claw from his shoulder over the cloth.

As fearful as it is, even a slow rate slows down when your fingertips hit the bone.

Two or three rounds of the right shoulder, past the base of the neck, and the opposite side as well.

At the end of it too, ill-founded, I came back to my neck. And hesitate, from under the ear to the nod.

So suddenly he took his right hand gently. Unexpectedly looking back and looking up at the nines over his shoulder, this guy started wiping his arms, pretending not to notice his gaze, even though he would have noticed.

Lifted and exposed to sides.

... Why is it such an embarrassment to be seen inside your arm? No, I'm not ashamed to show it to anyone, though.

Instinctively reluctant for organisms to be defenseless, not just in shame, but close to the trunk through the thick blood vessels... was that what I learned from my master, Eva?

My arm was also cleansed.

My back feels fluffy. I don't like it there. Especially the wing roots are sensitive.

I raised my voice and I didn't like it when this guy asked me that, though I felt like it would give me a weak taste.

"Huh."

A tickle that I can't contain.

It also makes it hard to stay standing, accidentally sitting in bed.

Left behind, Nine opened his mouth pompously, but after a moment of cruising over what was wrong, excuse me, and went up to bed and reached back again.

... I think it's a nasty gesture.

No, to tell the truth, that's not true, to wipe the sweat, and I don't want to think deeply about why I felt that way, even though it's only that move.

It was just strange that this man's hands weren't offensive.

... was also a question from before. This guy has had many... touchable opportunities, though. It's really strange, but I didn't find it very disgusting. So I let him lick my legs all the time, and Aroma was mad at me.

... This guy knows what his body tastes like.

Such thoughts come to mind unexpectedly and unexpectedly. My body turned my hands around my stomach trying to protect myself on its own.

Responding to a rigid body of his own, nature, wings deflect hard inside.

"Wop."

... I've never told anyone since I got my mind on it, but I'm proud of my wings.

I think it's white, soft, and beautiful. He thinks it's a fine charm point, no less than Aroma's twirling horn.

That's what's wrapping Nine around right now.

... myself, really. I wonder what the hell I'm going to do with this guy.

I wish I had just killed him. But now.

If I lay my hands down now, Aromas, my men... will they ever smile at me the way they once did? No, I'm sure I can't.

Those girls are already hit by this guy's poison.

If you're nearby, I can pass it on even if I don't like it.

This guy's contradictory nature, though ugly, was certainly somewhat interesting.

If you think you're strong, you're terribly weak. Gallon must have been hit by that.

If you think you're scared, you're oddly sweet. So Aroma... wasn't he stuck in a gap in his mind that he didn't realize?

I thought it was a beginner. Unbeknownst to him, he deceived the innocent Elle.

If you think you're helpless, it causes unintended consequences. That must have caught Eva's interest.

I hear there are a few others who have been attracted to this guy.

But in any case, it's a bad taste.

This guy won't have a masculine attraction. I don't think so.

I think the face should be neat, but the usual burning surface is too frigid. Most importantly, his eyes, somehow, invite anxiety just to watch. It's not stable. But I can't lose sight of it.

It's like watching someone who's about to fall off a cliff right now, and I can't help but be disturbed and restless.

In one way or another, I don't think this guy's funny, he just can't predict what he's going to do...

... Well, the Beasts still don't have many men in the Demon Nation, so they worked in the direction of inexperience.

I'm not fooled about the rest.

...... Hmm.

Which way, being a bad bug makes no difference.

Especially if you should be concerned about the distance from Elle, he has to stay away from Elle anymore.

This guy's gonna have to keep and kill for the rest of his life. I won't even make a bad move. There's no place for humans anyway, nothing to worry about.

... compared to the king's sense of duty, such as fear.

Aroma is going on, and if the Ista fallout plan is completed, it will be easiest for humans to grasp it...

Yeah, there's nothing left to be afraid of.

Nothing. Everything is going in the right direction for the memorial of the Demon Clan...

Soon the world will turn into the kind we wanted...

… without realizing how confused and contradictory thoughts and emotions I am, Cristella thinks.

And I still keep holding Nine with my wings.

Do you realize or not?

However, from the side, it was definitely a matter of letting go.

- Something shows up at the end of Cristella's eye like that.

……

Moves only the eye, slightly. The moment Kristera's vision captures it.

"Fukiah!!

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A rare but true scream echoed into the room.

"Oh, what the hell!?

Nine, wrapped in wings and unwillingly but at peace, exposes her confusion to a shout too abruptly.

But I still have my whole body covered with the Wings of the Demon King, so I can't grasp what's going on.

We were alone - just a noisy quote, Nine... escaped from a completely unintentional but happy healing space and discovered the cause of Cristella's screams.

"... oh, sweet customer. How nice of you to be here."

It is a snake.

A little snake, whether a child or less than a foot, was crawling out from under the sleeping table.