Instant Messiah

[]/(n, vs) disclosure/(P)/

- At the same time, in the castle, the stronghold of Diabolo.

For a woman, she was tall and, above all, she caught sight of a gallon with a distinctive tail, and Electra spoke up.

"Hey, Gallon, can you give me a minute?

"Hmm? What is it, El? Hey, what's up?

"I need to talk to you for a second. Would you like some tea?

"Uh? Well, fine. Then come to my room."

"Oh. I got some good tea around the corner, so I thought I'd treat you"

"Your room smells like blood. I'm not relaxed."

"Well terrible. I've been cleaning up lately."

The two of them, take them up and head to the gallon room.

As for the gallon, I was concerned about what was going on with Electra these days, so it was a boat proposal over the crossing.

Besides, I was bored without a pupil who couldn't read his mind.

Yes, I'm just bored.

There is nothing at all that I think is particularly true because there is no such thing.

It's impossible for a proud Vermillion bloodline to be influenced by the fact that only a few humans are gone.

That said.

It's true that I'm just a little restless with that human being who's already become a part of my life.

It's depressing to be here.

If I hadn't been there, I wouldn't have been there. I would have twitched.

Absolutely not.

Nine is a bad guy.

When I get back, I need more education.

With that in mind, I can call from Elle.

"Gallons, tickle"

"What? What?

"My tail's been hitting me for a while, pat me up."

"Oh, oh, sorry"

"... were you even thinking about something fun?

"Nothing. Nothing fun."

"Right...... because Nine wasn't around and the gallon seemed lonely. Fun is good."

"Huh? Is there a reason. He's gone, even clean."

All lies.

Electra peeks into the face of a gallon one or more heads above herself.

Even if you don't change one expression, its rampaging tail, held down with your right hand, hasn't hidden the upset.

I haven't even noticed who I am yet, but I know all the people in Diabolo, it's her habit when she lights up.

No one has ever pointed it out before, though, because I remember how cute a gallon looks like that is.

Now, I'm somewhat angry at how she looks like that.

"Looks like Gallon was pretty close to her."

"No. He's trying to get away with it anyway."

………

Maybe so.

It would be far more likely to be free to slip through Puria's surveillance and escape than to come back here honestly like this.

Or even think that Aroma might even want it.

But I'm sure he'll be back.

I haven't been able to talk much yet, but I'm sure he's the one who keeps his word.

Though it's only a survey.

"He seemed like a weirdly well-guided guy, for the sake of neatness. Maybe by now, you've just escaped?

"She wouldn't do that."

"... what the hell, El. You've been buying Nine guys for a long time."

That said, Gallon turned this way without stopping her legs.

No heart or I feel its eyes narrowed.

If I were to be angry, I wish I hadn't told you what I didn't even think I was going to do from the start.

…………

"... what's up, suddenly shut up"

………

"Hey, what is it? Say something."

"Hey, Gallon"

"Oh."

"Your room, it's passing, isn't it?

Gallon Vermillion, eighteen, a werewolf, bewitched by the sister of a demon king only fourteen years old.

One of her parents' troubles is the straightforwardness that is unsuitable for the nobility trail.

For the first time in a long time, the gallon room was surprisingly clean and tidy.

On the desk, there were several books lined up that she wasn't supposed to like, and when I asked her why, she turned to me.

I thought you wanted the gallon to come home.

Those books must be ready to study for that kid when he gets back.

"What are you talking about?"

Sitting in each other's chairs, Gallon says in a quick mouth where they calm down.

I would have made a little too much fun of her, she has an unfaithful face, but I don't realize herself that she is worthy of deceit because she is like that.

"Gallon's probably the most involved here with Nine, so I just wanted to talk to you."

"I don't know what you heard about him."

"That's not true. Hmm... the same goes for the kid himself, but I want to hear about your impression of him."

"... why?"

"I'm not the one asking the question. If you don't want to answer, I can't help it."

"Nothing like that..."

"Then talk, please. Instead, I'll talk to you too."

"... ok. He is, in a nutshell, stupid."

"... you're so spicy"

"I look serious and blurry, and sometimes I see something horny. Most importantly, it's a piece of junk to be a slave trader. And yet, something... no, this is okay"

The last time I said blur, I didn't hear it very well.

"Let's get this straight, he's no asshole. Have you seen his eyes?

"Yeah, hey, you're pouting."

"Oh, I say it's cloudy. I don't know what you're thinking, but he's probably full of lies."

"Hmm......"

"Wouldn't Elle be better off not getting involved too much? You fell because of him, didn't you? I was worried about your daughter and Aroma."

Hmm.

"Gallon doesn't like that girl?

"... nothing, I don't like it. He's human in the first place."

Does Gallon realize that it is not the answer to the question?

But I won't point it out to you.

If you don't know who you are, don't, and I don't mind.

"Look, I told you. It's Elle's turn next."

"... yeah. That said, I haven't been able to talk to you much, so I can't guess, but still good?

"I don't mind, look, just say it"

I guess that means the gallon was a girl too.

You usually listen to things you're not interested in, but you eat them.

"... I was just talking about it. Me, the first time you talked to that girl, she fell, didn't she?

"Oh, that's what I hear. What was it after all? It's not like he hit me or anything, is it? Well, there's no way you can do that to a mopey bastard like that."

"... I haven't told your sister or Aroma about this yet. So, will you keep it to yourself?

"... okay. Bet on the name of Vermillion."

That said, Gallon corrected his posture.

A werewolf gives a family name is as heavy as risking his life.

You can trust me here, but if you want to rephrase it, Gallon's trying to get information about Nine, but... I don't know if this is too much to think about.

But if I miss her so much, I wouldn't have wanted Gallon to come near her.

"That's the kid. You kissed me."

"All right, let's kill him"

"And then you looked me in the eye and you said," I love you. "

"I made up my mind. Absolutely kill. Bump kill."

"Then your chest was pounding, you know, fuzzy."

"I won't forgive you. I won't forgive you. I'll kill you. I'll kill you.

"Awesome, scared"

"............ huh?

"Gallon said that kid's eyes were cloudy, but it didn't look that way to me.... Hey, gallon. How did it feel the first time you killed a human?

"Well, I was nervous at first, and, well, a little..."

"You were scared, weren't you?

"... well"

"I remember how I felt then. I wonder if this is going to happen to me, too, that someday, someone will kill me like this,"

"... I can't see the story."

"Maybe I was broken by that girl. At that time, in those eyes."

Love me, he said.

I don't think there was a lie there.

But the hatred that sprang up behind its eyes for a moment is much deeper than any human I've ever killed.

I'm sure he's a person who, deep down in his heart, the Demons hate and hate and can't help it.

Normal, everywhere, demonic enemies.

Just humans.

But he kept his word.

I was now able to get out of that invisible feeling of impatience, tiredness that had been causing me so long since I was attentive.

After receiving his mouth, for some reason, it was truly strange, but it fell.

Until now, there's such things as how much I've been helped around and how much everyone loved me.

Is that because you have remembered your fear of dying and saved yourself from what you have been?

Or was the clichéd phenomenon of love at first sight just happening to this person and floating around?

Is it fear or love?

Though I don't know that.

I told him he was horrible, but that his words, which he loved, were honest enough to strike my heart young.

Still, I haven't been able to chew my emotions.

I don't even know the pain. I can't do it, but that's why I want to see him a little more. That's what I think.

You broke my heart, about that new toy.

It turned out to be an awkward narrative, but as promised, I told the gallon inside my chest.

... although I kept it to myself only about his certainty that he hates us.

"... yeah"

And a breath.

Her reaction, that's all.

It was better than being pretended to understand poorly.

"The point is, you like Nine, right?

"... well, in brief, I wonder if that will happen"

"... I get it. Well, I'll see who I can recommend. Whatever you want."

"Yeah...... thanks for talking to me Gallon. That's a little refreshing."

"Oh, good for you."

In response to a gallon, I got up.

I didn't know because it had been in a blind spot before... but I wonder if the gallon itself realizes it.

That the tail hair is a little upside down.

So I'm just going to follow her a little more like that.

... I told you a secret story, because it wouldn't apply to him in the party anyway... and it might have one or two scratches when he came before me.

... I don't care if she scratches my toys unconsciously, not honestly. to its flesh, and to its heart.

Then you should at least let them be aware of you.

I'm supposed to be the first one to get that girl, but I think I'm allowed to return this much interest to her that I've always had alone.

I opened the door, got myself out of the room about half way, and I told him with my back turned.

"Yes, yes... that kid's lips were so hot"

Without seeing a reaction, the door closed.

Are you blushing or distorting your face?

I'm sure, either way, the tail is in a combat position.

Hehe, and the grin spilled.

I won't give it to you, Gallon. Because it's mine.

- Elle left, and for a while Gallon was sitting in a chair, arm in arm, meditating on his eyes.

And after one tongue punch.

She grabs the book on her desk and swings it around...... she tongues again, sits in the chair again, and begins to glance through her eyes very hard.

Because all I have to do is teach that poorly done student to study.

Because when I come back, it's my job to surprise that person who doesn't care about me with a perfect lecture.

That should make that time more fulfilling.

I don't notice gallons.

At some point, I think it's natural for Nine to come home.

And I never try to realize that the time of the lecture, which should have been cumbersome, was no longer offensive to her at all.

For example, even if another person bought a teacher role from now on, she would not give in.

That must be a very small manifestation of monopolistic appetite.

She keeps distracting herself from the fact that a loving werewolf turning it on to a human should not be a good thing for the Demons.

Desperate, heartless.

"Her lips were so hot."

Reminds me of Elektra's words and licks her lips.