Instant Messiah

Their daily routine

Someone told me if my mind was ready.

It was the corner of the Cathedral of Seneca, a room where only the particularly chosen among the high priests were allowed to enter.

Inside that room were several apostles… some of the world's most powerful armed groups, also known as the guardians of Sarianism. Whether they were allowed to enter or leave the room because they were empowered to do so far above the general public, it was not calm that they were gathered in one place with power that was beyond human reach.

There are not many priests who know that they are gathered, but those few they were secretly discussing, including frightening, what circumstances were due to.

Without knowing that, they placed their destiny in their hands (...), and that is what awaited judgment by heavenly destiny from God.

"One Pair!

"Two Pairs......"

"You guys, why did you try to compete like that... falling asleep, like a flash of poppy in your wet hands!

"Sorry Bacchus, Full House"

Ooh, shrieks.

"Hey, you, Miss Eve, I told you! I told you! Shit, this is kinda shitty!

"Right."

"You're lying! It's my purse that sucks!

I'm sorry.

"Susu, sorry -!? I said I'm sorry, now! I told you! If I'm sorry, we don't need a messenger!

"Fair enough, Mr. Bacchus."

With that said, and not caring as if he had originally expected to lose now, Soprano Plum forgives the middle-aged man sitting next to him.

"Still, Mr. Eve, you're strong,"

"Phew."

"Humph!? Hey, you heard me, Miss Soprano! I knew this guy was gonna be stupid about me! I thought we'd definitely won, motherfucker!

"There you go, Mr. Bacchus. House house. How's it going?"

Thus, as I forgive the middle-aged man, who is unworthy and excited while scattering his liquor-smelling breath, the middle-aged man sitting next to me the other way... a slightly younger, magnificent man was scattering a more gloomy atmosphere.

"I thought I won..."

I thought, and Soprano sighs when he sees him whispering again and also having to take care of this one.

"Mr. Coco, the battle is time's luck. Isn't that your cliché?"

"That's right, Coco. You can't even gamble."

"... that's why I want to win about my usual gambling"

"Coco, don't make a sound like you. It's a game. Enjoy it."

Unless he was the same person who looked very unpopular earlier, he would have been persuasive. Everyone on the spot turns a cold glance at him.

There were four apostles there.

"Anxiety" Bacchus Drunks.

"The grudge" soprano pram.

"Half Sense" Eve Artman.

"Evil Eye" Coco Cyclops.

All are natural enemies of the devil clan.

Bacchus and Soprano in particular attracted attention in the sense that they were also on alert from Diabolo due to their recent big win in the Volks.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

That said, Bacchus throws a card in his hand. Continue the words with a flair that says you are not interested in the end of those scattered places, etc.

I also know the soprano is picking it up with a frightened face.

Speaking of which, is Abyss' boy back yet?

"I was already back a week ago. I don't think Lord Brave is feeling well. Ista has been sent a 'teacher' instead."

"Oh... well, I'm sorry about that little lady too"

"Mr. Bacchus, I disrespect you."

That being said, Soprano looks around and continues in a whisper.

"What do you do when you get into Moo's ear? You can't fight like this for free."

"Whoa, all right, all right, all right."

In such a conversation, a woman appeared before them as embodying the word immortality.

The Apostle is a member, Ninina.

"Yes, sir. Excuse me, Mr. Ninina's here. Everybody applaud."

I would hang such a powerful weather voice, but the reaction of the four of us is not fragrant. When she shows up like this, it's mostly because she knows empirically that it's about work.

Nobody applauds.

In such a way, Ninina shows her infidelity, "I like Atashi and play such a role..."

"... what's up"

I don't even want to hear it, it's a flair I said, but when Coco, elbowed by the soprano, asked no, Ninina looked up, as she regained her mind.

"Yes, you, etc., a little attention. Hands up, free man."

No matter, nobody mentions it. There was not one of these four hard-workers who would move aggressively here.

But this is a ritual of passage. From the edge, Ninina is unwilling to listen to others.

"Everybody's free. All right, it's settled. It's your job."

All four raise their voices of protest at such a decision notice. It was the hustle and bustle of chicks who forced feeding from their parent birds.

"Tyranny!"

"Oops!

The inscriptions change intonation and make noise, but everything you are saying is the same word. Ninina trumpeted the protest as if to break that it was not on this occasion, such as democratic principles.

"Ugh. You have to want to be about wasting rice, work job!

Yet another apostle stepped indoors and showed himself when he heard their noise.

To one of the apostles who is not here, he is Abyss Helen, who is back here based after taking over the Tiamaria defense.

Guys, what's going on?

It was not unusual, but rare, that there were six apostles, half of whom were usually scattered all over the world.

He's already been waiting here for about a week, but Ninina opens her hands and explains somewhat aloof, realizing that she didn't know what was going on because another job (...) was addressed to her.

"We haven't talked about the Princess of Diabolo making a good monster in the footsteps of our holy God. You heard about Abyss, didn't you?

"That's... you know, what did I say? You've lost your name."

"Great man, you did call it Leviathan or Leviathan. Because of me, I need to send a couple of people all the way to the eastern Volks where I'm going to be a little nervous."

"... why"

"Yeah?"

"Why did I have to wait for things to be completed?"

Abyss shrugged, unconvinced, and so on.

No, I know how that happened. Abyss, and others who are here.

"I wonder which one of these things we need to go destroy. Why are you holding your finger to the building of something that is contrary to the glory of God?

"Stop, that's it. Stop it, Abyss boy."

That being said, Bacchus stood up and walked flirtatiously to Abyss and shouldered disappointingly with his right arm. Buha, and to the liquor spit near his face, Abyss smiles slightly.

Thus, Bacchus opened his mouth with a face that would teach the blue-ass child with a translated face.

"Oh, there's something in the world that you can live without knowing."

"But!"

To Abyss, who recruits so well, Bacchus dives into his voice and continues. It may sound like Ninina, but Bacchus thought this woman wasn't the kind of guy to tick that up all the time, so don't worry.

"... Moo's kid's, I guess it was convenient for the field exam. Fuck you."

"Or put him on the scene? Are you serious!?

"Bacca, you have a loud voice!

For once, it's a body called a secret story.

Whoever is here has already listened and understood, but he pretended not to listen to the anger of Abyss. Even if that leads to criticism of the Church's upper echelons.

"Just so you know. He's too dangerous."

"... even to you, no, everyone here knows that."

"But the Princess of Diabolo has a great chance to come and visit, if you can see the gap and kill him, it's a moneymaker. He's out of Agusta territory, except for the timing of only a few major offenses in the past, right?

"That's right... there's no way it's going to work like that. The other guy is that" infinite. "

"But if you succeed, that will determine the trend of this battle... you must be optimistic about the boulder. No, I guess it would be nice to expect some results for those raw odors."

"… also convenient for someone, is it? I hope this battle prolongs…"

Pampered, with the clapping sound of a dark face, Abyss raised her face.

"Yes, yes honors students. Speak any worse, your sister won't be able to listen to you on the boulder, and you'll be there."

"... sorry, Ninina. It wasn't your decision, but I..."

To Abyss, who said so, Ninina nearly smiled.

"You're a good girl. I want the Rogue guy to fry and drink the dirt from his nails."

To those two, Bacchus Drunks, forty-five, speaks out in a middle-aged depression.

"What about me? Look, I told him what happened. What about me? Hey, Abyss, you, me, Sikato?

And you'll be ostracized. as follows:

"Rusa, come on, Osama."

"Shut up, Mr. Bacchus."

"Bacchus, be quiet"

"... Horse Deer Su"

"What the heck, guys... Ooh Temeekoko! I heard you, you son of a bitch, what's the intonation now!

Abyss laughed bitterly when he saw the fellows who said so and started making a gaggling scene.

The rich and the poor, the status, the discrimination, everything. Some have even been imprisoned by them by the same Sarians as themselves. And although the world has a mix of various malicious intentions consisting of such things.

With these people, if I could change things a little bit. Abyss Helen, a qualified apostle with enough heroes, made his unshakable will still strong.

"- So Bacchus and Coco want to say, wait at Volks... Says there's a big Hydra out there, so knock it down. When you're done, you can stay free until I hear from you."

"... like, 'hey, go use it, come on'"

"If you can take him down a little softly, you won't have a hard time."

Coco and Bacchus complain, but Ninina, put this through in due course.

"For once, Eve will also put it on support. Insurance if it didn't work."

But when he heard the word, Eve opened her eyes, who had not left me alone.

I didn't hear that.

"If you think you can just relax and gobble here, it's a big mistake."

"Miss Eve, don't!

"... Too bad!

No, no, no, no. Bacchus, Coco, and two depressed men beckoned him, and his temples filled with rage.

Even as he stroked his ear in frustration, Eve acknowledged.

"So, Atashi and Soprano are going on a little trip north"