Instant Messiah

Behind a certain tavern, in a room where only those of a certain or more status are allowed to enter, even among one party of the pro-Demonic sect known as the 'Fox'.

The boy asks his entourage as he shakes a glass of wine with a heavy scent in one hand, causing his fox ear over his head to snap.

"What do you say, you give it to him properly?

"Yes, on hand. You'll be caught by these hands by now. He seemed like a fool."

"Must be."

Dirty, Warfox boy...... Bolt Klux laughs gloomy.

"Good zama. I wish Aroma would send me a sister anyway."

"Dear Alice...... No, she is a valuable person for us too. Just in case you're in danger."

"I know, I know."

Bolt narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of his sister, whom he had not seen in a long time.

Alice Klux.

Although I only occasionally exchange letters with her, my own sister, my mother's replacement until she was protected by Aroma and her most important being, worrying thoughts still don't disappear unless I actually see her.

Considering the frequency so far, it's time for you to contact me...

"Absolutely, your sister is brushy, too. There's a human being in Diabolo. Oh, my God, there shouldn't be. If you'd just told me, I could have protested from here."

"... but I also heard rumors that I was a favorite of Master Cristella"

"Don't pepper the crap out of me. There's no way that's gonna keep a poorer mountain monkey by his side."

"You're the one on the left. The human hatred of His Majesty the Demon King today is widely known."

"Well, if not, we wouldn't even support him, and the First Lost massacre was committed in the first place."

I don't have a nose. Anyway, I mean Aroma, maybe he's thinking of something frigid, but it's out of the question to involve humans or something like that.

Bolt took one snort and sat back deep on the couch.

- When I close my eyes like this, I'm reminded of the old days.

It was in this thriza...... now it's already demolished, poor minister's house.

In winter there was a gap breeze, and my sister and I warmed up our bodies that would freeze even though we had fur.

My mother ran away from the house. He left us and ran away from my father, who drank for me. Because he's gone, my father's booze has increased, and he's even starting to act violent against us.

Honestly, I resent you.

My sister said, "Let me forgive you," but what I can't forgive is for tormenting my sister as well as me.

That father told his sister to sell her body when she ran out of money to buy booze, not just violence.

... I couldn't even forgive you, and even my sister said that she couldn't stand boulders.

That's why we ran away, from that father.

... In retrospect of this time, the reason I still want to beat myself down is because I caught a cold on the way out and got my sister's foot together.

I'm glad you left me in the cold winter, but my sister kept walking in the snow, negatively.

So, a human son of a bitch picked me up.

He approached me with Ebisu's face and said, "It was cold, come inside," and he recommended boarding the carriage.

There's nothing else to rely on. We accepted it and said:

"Thank you". "I will definitely return this favor".

And he smiled and nodded, and he nursed me generously, gave me rice, and sold us off to slavers on those feet.

"I'll have my thanks back now," he said, "and I'll never forget what you said with your face.

... I don't even want to remember the rest, our sister and brother, stripped naked and made into auction eyeballs.

If you think Igor was bought by Kobolt's old man... Aroma will take care of us.

I heard rumors of the wind, but after we were gone, my father drowned more and more in booze and died fighting crap over here. I stayed a loser until I died.

... To Lord Aroma, I am grateful.

I know it's because of that guy who's doing it in quite a position right now.

I'm so thankful that you're taking care of my sister, too, with no words.

... still doesn't change the fact that we were bought by that guy.

Even now, that's the only place I can't break it off.

I am, we are.

It's not a product...

- I shook my head and drank all the wine I still had at once.

... I don't know how to do it, so I wrapped the glass and held it so it got warm (soaked), but I wasn't even born classy enough to care about that.

"... well, about this one..."

"Yep. My men accidentally (...) handed over (...) the (...) codes of the Parent Demons (...)... that's all"

"... lately, there's been an increase in the number of inmates who are trying to turn back even though they are 'monkeys'. You were in our house, you idiots like that."

"Yep. Well, it would be more deserving of this dumbfounded position as a reason for solemn purity. I'll make an excuse for Diabolo."

"Trying to fall back on the humans, dying for human acts... sure"

"Mr. Bolt, I got your letter. From your sister."

The fox boy unexpectedly rises off the couch.

"Is that true!... you guys, stay back for a while."

"Ha."

Remove the men by carefully slicing them in with a paper knife in the envelope they are given, while keeping them from feeling deviant, and look through them.

I take them through my eyes in turn from the top, and the cheeks that were loose draw slightly.

After halfway through the letter, my fingertips shook and my nails began to eat into the paper.

By the time I had finished reading to the end, the tremors were no longer transmitted throughout my body and my eyes were running blood.

"... hey, someone"

"Yes."

Calling down his men, Bolt utters a decisive word.

"Capture that human being and drag him out in front of me. Keep him alive."

"Is...? But I thought perhaps he was already caught by those around the 'pigeon'..."

"Come on, get out of here! Speak to him (...), too, because it's the information he originally brought, he might be grasping something!

"Ha!"

"... that mountain monkey will kill you with his hands."

I have never treated a single letter so crudely, but the paper in my hand was sneezily gripped.

Bolt raised his anger, his throat just ripped as well.

"Always, always! I'll tear him apart with my fingernails!