Instant Messiah

- I had a nostalgic dream. As usual in my dreams, though I don't remember the contents.

Cristella woke up before a samurai rarely came to wake her.

Upon waking up and stretching, the stretched arm touches the silk cloth on the soft ceiling, comfortably covering the skin.

It's been a long time since I woke up so refreshed.

Speaking of old dreams, the cinematograph… it's a lost technology. It was often like being able to make things seem more or less uninteresting, but I feel good today sometime.

If I could wake up every day like I do now, I would be able to live happier raw.

I mean it every day.

Such, leaving behind in the corner of his head the transfer of responsibility that often lies with those who say it is someone else's fault that he cannot be serious, the Demon King rang the bell he placed beside his bedside and called in a caretaker.

"Good morning, Your Majesty"

"Mmm, breakfast here."

"Yes, I'm home"

Rub your sleeping eyes, stroke your hair twisting against gravity, and yawn one.

Winter is already the season.

I can't stand the temptation of a warm blanket, and I put the body I woke up with back there.

This is something I can't help.

Developed by abominable humans, this bedding must have been made with the concept of lazing the Demons.

This is a human attack.

The rest of you have to stand up and taste the power of this weapon in order to work out countermeasures.

"Already, Your Majesty. Your time is up."

"Mmmm, enough after..."

"No, sleepyhead. Look, I'll wash your face, all right?

"Mmmm."

I have no choice but to get my face out of the blanket.

Doing so, I wondered if he had gently put his hands on the back of his head, and was comfortable again wiping his pompous and eyeballs with a warm squeeze, twitching and heat coming from the top of his lid.

"Today's breakfast is for egg rolls, kiwi yogurt. And honey, it's toast."

"Well, that's good, you know the rest of my taste..."

"Look, at least wake up your body. Uh, if you don't, you can't have dinner, can you?

"Mmm. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"You're a good boy. Yes, have it."

That said, in the remaining open mouth, an egg roll cut into bite sizes is thrown in.

Is Selfie in charge of this flavoring today?

Plenty of sugar, sweet and delicious.

They have a fool who says he likes soggy egg rolls, but such is blasphemy against eggs.

There is no remaining understanding.

"Muggle"

"Your Majesty is adorable. Look, yogurt, open your mouth?

"Ahem."

When you open your mouth, you can put just the right amount in your mouth at the right time.

Good, this waiter is made inside.

Remember your first name.

I thought so and finally opened my eyelids slightly to hear what I had to say.

"Yes, it was a treat, Mogumo Grandpa?

It was that mountain monkey.

It was cat whispering, backvoice, baby language, and reached a point where disgust couldn't be exhausted to the brush tongue.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

It sucks.

The most obscure thing in the world must be something like this.

As the beginning of the day, it was the first time something so terrible had ever been born.

The rest, did you do something wrong?

Father, mother.

Were the rest so vicious and indelible that they were subjected to such degrading treatment?

"Why are you here? Ah!

"Hey, I made a mistake on the way Mr. Selfi was carrying his breakfast here, but he seemed very busy, so I'll take his place. I happened to be up early, and I was free."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Selfie's stupid!

I don't trust vampires anymore!

That's why they're extinct, you inferior bastard!

Sorry, these are too many words!

"... well, thank you for your hard work. You can back off."

I know.

I know.

I know it's no better to fix it here than to expose such an incompetence.

But it is also true that there is no other hitter than this.

I'm Cristella. I am the Demon King.

There is no other option but to awaken and act like a king than to have a clear consciousness.

Even if that sounds funny.

"Got it. Oh, by the way."

"What. Are you excited about the rest of your sleep? I'm sorry to hear that you should be able to touch your hand."

"No, no, not like that."

"... then what"

"Is it true you can't sleep without that stuffed animal"

"It's subtraction three. If you're dead, you're dead. Ahhhhhhh!

There is something else called the limit of shame.

――――――――――

"Hey Aroma! What's going on, our security system!

"I don't care what they say. Serfi is the chief of security."

"He's fired! Why would a mountain monkey light up in the rest of the room!

"Oh well."

"Oh well, I guess not! Oh, my God, oh, my God..."

I've exposed myself to a disgrace I've never had since morning.

What's, uh, that idiot?

"That said, you must have said. He said he'd take care of that human being himself."

"I don't think he said it like that pet..."

"It's something similar. I was against accepting him. You pushed it through, so take care of yourself. Anyway, it's a bug you can't scratch."

... something, I feel off the record.

"Because the rest of the gnaw... gnaw..."

"Negrije"

"Yes, they saw you in a mess. This is a circumstance of levity. The remaining defenseless figure of this gathering of beauty is nothing more than that mountain monkey."

"Right."

"There's something a little too much about him on the diagram. So, what do you think we should do now?"

"Master Left."

"Any good ideas?

"It's a beautiful day."

Listen to me!

Aroma, why are you so cold?

The rest of childhood taming shouldn't have been so flirtatious.

Where did that honest Mar (Aroma - Mar - Mar) go?

The course of time is brutal.

"My Prime Minister, will you listen to the rest of the story properly?"

"... I'm a little busy right now. There's something wrong with Reel Marr."

"What?

You must have felt this voice turn into a serious color, so for the first time Aroma looked up from the paperwork at hand and turned to this one.

"We've already talked about the growing power of the pro-humans over there, haven't we?"

"Oh. Looks like you have someone good at propaganda. Reel Marr's beasts are still trustworthy, such as being easily confused by gossip."

"I did a little research on that because it's too handy. It seems like the Apostle and the Yakuza are moving behind us."

"A valiant servant? Well, I'm afraid not enough."

"I'm fine with being brave, but I can't say that either. As it is, I can't get Reel Marr's support by dropping Tiamaria and getting Ista. Then it's a little inconvenient."

Besides, I care about Alice's family.

That kid, even though he's just unstable lately.

Aroma, who talks to herself that she doesn't know much about, at least doesn't seem to have any plans to rely on me to solve the remaining problems, and the rest of the time, it became necessary to find someone else to talk to.

I decided to throw up an abandoned dialogue on the incontrovertible Prime Minister and give voice to the loyal Vermillion.

"but gallons. You won't abandon the rest."

"What is it, my lady, don't say anything weak all of a sudden"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Aroma can't rely on me much, I've come to ask your opinion... and many times I've told you not to say lady..."

"That's an honor. I can give you more constructive opinions than the big guy!

Ask me anything, or a gallon slapping my chest.

Seeing that, Diabolo grates his chest that he would be safe with this guy, and for a moment he becomes anxious that what he is about to say to his mouth might be vulgar.

Should we annoy those who dedicate so much loyalty by talking about such private matters?

Such a natural - hey, I'm aware of it, but I can't let it distract me any more - my caution creeps out of the corner of my mind, but the head of the SS in front of me, who has suddenly begun to wear something like inclusiveness lately, laughs as a guar all the time blowing such things away.

Um, it wasn't a mistake to put a gallon on the head of the SS.

Wherever you can't turn your head, there's no one more reliable than this guy.

Let's deserve that smile, a thousand bucks, that protects both the rest of us physically and mentally.

The rest opened his mouth in peace.

Actually, that mountain monkey.

"It's Nine."

"Heh."

"He has a name to say Nine. Call him that."

"Oh, that gallon. He did."

…………

"... Hey, Nine and Ya, sneak into the rest of the bedroom"

"Very well, I'll take care of it."

"I haven't said anything yet."

"Rest assured, Your Grace. And I'll punish you."

"Yes, no, I can do that."

"I'll take care of it, Your Majesty. I'm going to educate these gallons, you lowlife monkey."

You, I've told you not to tell that lady, but suddenly you won't change it.

And a mountain monkey.

I'm terrified.

Why are you talking like that, teething?

You're clever.

"Well, calm down. In the meantime, I was talking to you and the rest of my head got cold... first of all because the reduction exceeded ten points, I'll even give you the right penalty"

…………

... Hey, gallon.

You, no, you are not the only one, all those who take names for Vermillion, have come to be named for their loyalty?

Why wouldn't it be?

I don't mind pointing negative feelings at him like that, but I feel like the vector is different.

Why do you keep your eyes open like an ant staring at a successful England over the winter?