Instant Messiah

"Holy sacrifice, hey... big holy fuck, no shame on you"

When I say pompous about that while staring at my desk, I am forty-five years old, Bacchus Drunks, not respected but an ancient stock of apostles.

"... what are you ashamed of?

Lily Su is the hobbyist who listens back, even though her colleagues around her dare not react.

Not all of them, but several of the apostles gathered in one room, spreading the perimeter map, including the castle of Diabolo, all over their desks to create an atmosphere of tension.

Bacchus leaks his hindsight genuinely inside that he can't tell Lily.

(The alley rings a lingon bell and it's a celebratory mood, why do we have to meet face-to-face to imitate this night burglar?)

Look at Bacchus' face like that, pick up only the grievances from that look for now, and say.

"... don't you have a choice? If we don't move now, Ista's gonna get invaded and we're gonna be in big trouble."

That being said, I guess the innate temperament doesn't accept aggressive strife. Lily's expression is not excellent.

"... hey, Miss Eve. Eve, lady? Are you sure in the first place that the trend of Aroma Sagesta regarding Ista"

"... if you have time to question yourself, squeeze even without wisdom"

"Squeeze it. You've come to the conclusion that you're going with your plan. I'm convinced it's a lot harder to change the operation now."

"... my knowledge is completely and therefore undevelopable. Not exactly the best."

Such a cliche of herself is spoken out by Eve Artman, who was sitting in an euthanasia chair shaking her body.

"I repeat, my knowledge is complete. There's no point in doubting."

"I'm not suspicious. I'm out of hand. You already packed the ops, little man."

"Careful? Fine. Instead of being drowned in your abilities and stuck at your feet... whoa."

Accidentally blocking his mouth, Eve stole a look at the lilies.

A traitor to humanity, to be in Diabolo. Abyss, Rogue, and Soprano were made to lick the spicy acid by the man... who cared about the three of them. Although Rogue, one of them, is not on this occasion, Eve pounds his inner tongue that he may have offended Lily's mood for taking good care of him. Whether angry from her personality or not, she could be depressed. Besides, I was also concerned about the two remaining reactions.

No one could read Lily's expression, which was dropping her gaze on the desk, but in order not to make the air worse, and the other, the subject, deliberately raises a bright voice and tries to change the atmosphere.

"... Look, look! Uh, that!

"Soprano is right. Rogue is a professional for his job, though he is a murky one. It's hard to think about defeating because of a chronic heart. The soprano is also young but brilliant, it won't be possible to defeat it with the usual opponent"

Abyss opens his mouth after a soprano with a good mouth but no words for now.

"Um, Mr. Abyss. I haven't said anything yet."

"I can also say that I myself was conspired, but he... Nine comes into people's psyche, friendship, that sort of thing. I still don't know the magic I use for it. I'm pretty sure he's a cautious opponent. Either way, blame me only on me for making the first contact and easily missing it."

"Oh, you haven't heard this. You're through. Me."

Sally, a brave man hanging rather than stuck in that arm against Abyss's words like such a sense of responsibility walking in clothes, puts tea in.

"You're serious, Master Abyss. But if you put it that way, on the contrary, Eve will blame you."

"Oh, oh, sorry, Eve"

"Fine. This is the one who lost his word."

"Ah, heck. I put it in the story and it makes me sick. Ladies and gentlemen, your soprano is just Peeko...?

Sally looks up to love Abyss, who touches his ear badly, waves his other hand and responds to Eve, and even looks sorry.

The soprano was somehow left alone.

"Well, that's a nice place too! But!"

"Look, hugs brave. You, three days later... you've already heard about your part in the production, haven't you? It's time for the kids to get some sleep."

"Shut up. Sooo. I'm all in the same place as Abyss."

"I don't have a choice. Abyss, don't take that princess to bed. I can't sleep alone."

"Then don't be ridiculous! I can sleep!

"Give me a break from sleeping piss, will you? On the day the brave man makes a map of the world in his bed, the boys will be thankful again. You pissed yourself off, didn't you?

"Heh, perverted jerk! You suck!"

And he turned to Bacchus, and put out his tongue, but it must have been true that he was sleepy, and Sally went out of the room.

"... hey Miss Lily. You're not working the day, either. You should get some rest. Oh, no... if I could, would you follow the brave?"

"Oh, but...?

"He's Miss Sally, and I heard in the report that he's still stuck in the middle of the night. So, please. It's all crooked and tiny, but I'm a woman. You can't let Abyss sleep with you."

"... Yes. I knew you were an adult, right? Mr. Bacchus."

"Hit me, fool. Can I take a nap piss after 40 paths? He's been eating for a little while now."

He grinned gently at Bacchus' blindfolding and Lily also left the room.

"... excuse me, Mr. Bacchus"

"Fine. We're not talking about letting kids hear it from here. And to Lily... he shouldn't know anything. Dirty adults are the only ones responsible for dirty imitations."

"... oh, you'll admit I'm an adult too?

"You're not the nature of letting people sleep in dirty work. Until it crumbles, use it."

"Ha, I knew Mr. Bacchus was... an adult"

"You have to grow up, too. That brave girl, no matter what, you decided to protect her no matter what you did, didn't you?

"Yes, she is, and I will protect her. I want to protect you."

"... good side. Bye, see. A real (...) operational meeting, let's get started."

... Here's their overview of the operation.

Its content, which is terribly and ruthlessly effective against demons and beasts, is after all the adjustments, but if you're going to chew it up:

· Buy children of demons and beasts from human trafficking organizations in the name of God's mercy.

· With Lily's ability, she takes away the enemies' hearts beautifully and refreshingly from the toddlers she has collected.

· Holy Festival, that is, the day of the operation. Using them (...), get into the castle.

(Well, whatever... they're not cute enough to listen to you honestly)

That's why we send in only the brave and Abyss in the name of what we call a one-horse ride with the Demon King.

Kids, that's not one or two. Not even a hundred or two hundred. That's the condition of taking hostages to the number that seems to make one town. The dumb bastards refuse to do that.

Humanity, including the organization Salia, has only trafficked human beings, including both humans and demons. But until now, it is precisely for this day that humanity has never taken measures to demand anything by means of what it calls hostages at national level.

(The SS chief is the werewolf Vermillion in the first place, no way to pull an imo on the terms that we conceded so far... it can't be. It's just a little old-fashioned, but it might be the end of a good fit for those old world souvenirs.)

And then.

-Kill the Demon King.

-Go home with the Demon King's neck and auction it off.

-The future order of aggression in the north, that is, the Demon Nation, will be defined and cut between nations.

... as you can see.

Humanity has already finished the calculation of defeating the Demon King... no, the calculation of feeding the goodness of the Demon Nation.

That's not all. Exclusion of demons is only a crossing point. For in the world of man the rich will gain further wealth….

Demons are danced.

I do not realise that the territories of the countries we have had were all places where, with the exception of Ista, the land was lean and tax revenues low.

Because there is no culture of document tampering. So the Demons, unaware of the lack of value of the land they had acquired, with information distorted by humans, obtained unproductive land that was also difficult to take supply lines from and made them rejoice.

Aroma Sagesta and others, the Demonic Think Tank ended up unaware of it until now. I didn't notice. Whatever, because the vice of daring to cut off our own people, the territory we greeted enough to shed our blood tears, was not in her idea.

No, that alone would not have shaken the advantages of the Demons.

I just couldn't imagine the possibility that there was someone who could kill the Demon King.

Because I'm nearby, I blindly trust the overwhelming strength of the Demon King.

They don't realize that even the moo they sent in the other day is meant to build confidence that it is to this extent, such as a human trump card, in order to induce the Devil tribe to be alert and chronic.

It's a big premise, is it possible to kill the Demon King or not? I've already finished my exam on that.

Unanimously, after understanding that unstoppable power of the Demon King, everyone involved in it decided it was' possible '.

At the time of obtaining the pawn of the brave, humanity is beginning to engage in a debate about which countries will hold the hegemony of the world in the future, rather than in a dispute with the earliest demons.

"... but Mr. Bacchus. Are you sure you can trust her (...)..."

"You have to. Besides, it was that woman who found Miss Sally. If we start to doubt him, we'll have to doubt everything."

"Now... perhaps we can defeat the Demon King. But I'm really curious..."

"I said I'd trust you, but I didn't trust you. But now we need a clear outcome to the death of the Demon King. It's necessary for humans. Until now, we and them, we've killed too much and they've killed too much. People's anxiety has come to a limit in our time. And..."

Taking over the word, Eve, who had been silent until now, opened her mouth.

"Needless to say. It was Christella Vara Detra herself who pulled the trigger of the demonic doom."

"... if you're talking about First Lost, you're not irrelevant either"

"... Bacchus, what do you know?

"Hmm. Forget it, half-conscious lord."

Abyss pinches his mouth when he feels a swordswallowing atmosphere for the two of them who start talking about things he doesn't understand.

"Uh, for now, well. Does that mean it will be a story after we defeat that spicy demon king, Cristella..."

"I told you. I have to. Look at the old shitty time, when there was a fatal trend for us, it was all done with the information we got from that woman..."

Looks boring, Bacchus throws up.

"Above all. That euphoric bitch, she's been eating into Salia since before we were born. There's nothing I can do about it now. We just do what we can."

"... not the devil tribe, is she?"

"I hear you're not. Maybe it's not human. I'm not a demon, I'm not a beast. That's all I hear from the top."

... you know, about a mercury witch like Kaine.

Yes, Bacchus took over the words, and that's where the conversation ended.

By the way, Soprano couldn't keep up with stories he didn't know, and he was stuffed with a tramp tower in the corner of the room.

... Lily wasn't the only one asked.

What the children of the demons and beasts, whom she has protected so far with her abilities, will be treated and what will happen in the future.

What the hell have I ever done? What have you been dyeing your hands at?

Only Rogue, who is not here, is indifferent to this operation.

His prey is not the Demon King.

He has finished rehab after surgery and is secretly preparing to accomplish his purpose with his partner, the dragon.

And we'll see about that later.

It is the trend of those two apostles that will be heavily involved in the survival of mankind, or indeed in it.