Instant Messiah

Vermillion Territory

"Hey, Vermillion territory was a mighty enemy."

"Let it go. We're almost there..."

"No, let's forget about that already. We got there alive."

"Well... not at all, but I've done a great job"

"Yeah, really. I was in a blizzard on the way, and when I ran into the cave, it was a big pinch."

"Yeah, but forget about the past already? We arrived safely. So, yeah, yeah."

No, no, it was definitely a big hit spectacle even if it was a rumored activity photo that it was very popular in the old world, but I'm afraid there's not enough margin to write it down.

That's a good idea, Gallon Region, no, Mr. Gallon House.

"It's a big one."

"Beautiful."

"It's cold."

"Seya"

"… so do you want to come in without it?

"Let's go in."

Though I remember doing this exchange before.

Slightly more cautious compared to the castle of Chris, the stronghold of Diabolo on boulders, but if we describe this building as a mass, the buildings of the world become almost impossible to describe as a mass.

In other words, it is a great mansion. 'Cause what about a house that can't be reached without walking more than enough from the fence that separates the grounds to your house?

"No, but the Vermilion family says the quality is rigid, and if you think about it from the name value, isn't there a smaller one? I hear Aroma's home is more than double that."

"Uh-huh."

Money is somewhere.

Sabine boy, so you don't come by people who don't have money.

"I have taught you once and for all how to do things when interrupting your noble mansion. I'm new to the field and I'm not sure...... Mr. Puria, have you done this before?

"We don't know that. In the first place, we're still refreshed by the way we were born."

"Then I'll do it. But for now, let's show you there's no hostility. Otherwise, Holla."

"... I don't know, the wolves look at us deliciously from the other side. Keeper Dog Substitution Yakashi"

"Mr. Puria could fly, so it might be good. I'm going to be peppered by them."

"Trained herds are pretty tough. I'll send you some money from Diabolo. Should I contact you?

"Then carry it. Because those wankers are super scared. I'm tired."

"What makes you so tired that you've just been transported to us all this time?"

Well, yeah, but, uh, Mr. Puria grabbed the leather strings that went through my sides and rose to the sky again.

Clear air, cold wind, this feeling that strokes your cheeks.

Higu, and the wind cut and fly...... I also have experience in Tiamaria and I feel quite used to it, but I can't stop my spine from twisting. Mr. Puria's little whim... isn't it actually harder than I think to understand, in a real sense, these people who lose their lives just because they can be thrown pointy out of this situation, with these scenery as a routine that I can't even see?

That's why the effort to lean in is honorable. I'm sure.

... but if, in case. Demons, humans, beasts. Even if there comes a world where everyone can live in recognition of each other without discrimination, that's not enough for 10 or 20 years, 100 or 200 years.

Most importantly, if that wasn't the case as of ten years ago (...), then it's a paranoia as worthless as a hairy one for me, that kind of thing.

I can't say... Understood, huh?

This muffler she gave me, it's warm. She must have given it to me, too, because she didn't want me to feel the cold. Maybe that's also the beginning of a small understanding.

But...

You look just like me, this pattern. With the muffler Grandma gave me.

I wonder if that was Grandpa, which one...

I don't even know which one it was, no, I forgot my name. I remember getting a muffler from someone, but I also remembered what kind of muffler it might have been. I broke it, and I haven't forgotten that I was driven by terrible guilt, but I realized that only the memory of the person who gave it to me was completely out of my mind.

... more and more, less and less important things are missing from me.

Dear Tia.

I told myself I would regret seeing you again. [M] I told you, sure.

I told you, I'm still a bad guy. I'm a coward.

The drill is cool, me or something.

I'm scared.

He was supposed to be important, but I can't remember him anymore. It's like my memories were devoured by something galloping, and there's a hole in it.

I can see it's spreading.

Scary.

If I keep going like this, I can't remember anything and it's really empty, right?

Wouldn't you forget what you went to Christella for?

Then I will.

- It's okay. Take a deep breath...?

…………

- Chant it with me and see. Come on, Mr....

…….

- No, sir.

No...

- Ichi...

Ichi.

- How are you feeling?

... What is it? What's wrong with you, suddenly you talk to me?

-... no, it's nothing. It's just, Nine. Please remember...?

... what?

- You're weak and timid. Still, I'm sure your wishes will be fulfilled. Because you were nicer than anyone.

That's weird, Tia. And what natural thing is Dis about me? [M]

Besides, it's a past form. I'm always nice.

What a coward. Yes, when I look up at you in the mood of infidelity.

It was spectacular. I think my nose is bleeding.

Yes, it was. This bird was a no-pain.

When I looked down unintentionally and reflectively, this time the blood that was coming up to my face dropped all at once.

Something about some werewolf, I can't hear you, but thank you for yelling and trying to throw a stone at me. I wonder why you didn't notice.

"Più, Mr. Puria! Look down, look down!

"Hmm? Almost there, it's rambling...... what are you talking about!

"Wow stone! Cheeks plundered! Yeah, yeah, what the fuck!

"You know what, higgie! are, wings, scratches on wings! There's a scratch on our proud wing!

Gya-gya-gya-gya-gya-gya-gya-gya-gya-gya-no, but I'm already seeing the front door in front of me, so I'm rushing down, or close to the crash, but we both landed safely anyway.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing? Come here, wow, I'm so hairy. I'm going upside down, Maggie. Yan!

"Ki, you must be welcome."

"For that matter, the sword curtain burns... and I'm calling some company! Akan, do it. Arre, we suck at this. Absolutely!

"Or perhaps a welcome manners."

"Is that why! If this happens, I don't know what makes you angry. Misunderstood or something!

And as I said, the two of us backed off to the front door, and their backs finally stuck to the door.

The door I look up to is more than twice my height, and I'm unintentionally freaked out. Really, Mr. Gallon, you were a lady. What a time to escape reality I didn't want to realize.

There are angry werewolves looming in front of us.

"Hey, don't be so big-hearted. Nine, come on! There's someone scared right there. Come on!

"I'll take care of it, Mr. Gallon has taught me the courtesy of visiting your home."

Take a big breath.

"But, Gallon, let's go!

"What are you doing, asshole! You asshole!"

"Shout out loud, scream your first name, and invite you to play. This is the right manners."

Because that's what I heard.

Sure, when you told me this, I hadn't gotten along very well with Mr. Gallon yet, but Mr. Gallon doesn't throw up about lying.

"What's on your head?!? You're lying to me! The captain can tell the asshole. There's a joke and it's not, but he's an asshole too!

Hey, what are you talking about?

Mr. Gallon can't lie to me. [M]

I believe in Mr. Gallon!

Look at that. Because you will surely welcome me as a brilliant courtesy as it is done.

Look, the front door opens...

"The werewolves! Hit him!"

There were many armed guards there.

- Gashaan, and the iron plaid of the barn descends in front of you.

... We were both thrown into a cold dungeon. What the hell was wrong with you?

I can't help thinking about things I don't know. In the meantime, it's the first step in a smart way of life to think about what you can do now and deal with the status quo.

I opened my mouth to Puria, who looked at me with a rather cold eye.

"... hey, the Vermillion family is a formidable enemy"

"... I envy your asshole now..."

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"No more. Yeah, I don't expect that from you. Don't talk too much."

Mr. Puria said that as he hooked the top of his wing to the handle of the door.

- The suspicions against the suspicious men, who did not speak to the guards and flew straight from the main entrance towards the mansion, were apparently solved.

You can't believe some idiot would do that at all.

No matter how many letters I get from Diabolo, if I suddenly break into the premises without a greeting, I don't know what that is.

"Never again imitate confusion!

That's what I said, Mr. Guard left while I prepped him. By the way, this is the entrance to the guest room, and he led us that far.

"I'm asking you, Mr. Puria, about you."

Would you have taken into account the depth of the wound in my heart, which stuck my head silently when I said so, and said the earlier dialogue?

"Don't tell me. Don't you understand? Extra, don't talk!

"Terrible or terrible"

"Shut up. You're my pet now. I can't believe that humans (...) originally picked up the captain, because I can send him an official message to Vermillion. Even if you persuade me, we'll be officially greeted. I'm gonna tell you something, but you're not gonna say anything extra, are you? Any reply?"

"Ugh."

"Reply!?

"Aye."

"All right, let's be honest. Come on."

That's what Mr. Puria said, weighing the door down and pushing it open.

Of course I greeted him well.

"Every time, I come from Diabolo!

Puria snapped the head of the man in front of her, who probably wasn't stuffed with anything.

Bassin, in fact, sounded, but I think it sounded physically like a caran colon, a large layer of light.

"You didn't listen to us!?

"I'm sorry."

"If you're going to apologize, why are you doing it!

"Sorry"

"If you just apologize, even monkeys can do it!

"Excuse me."

Asshole, Puria finally realized the look on the woman's face as she smiled at how she continued to be an asshole.

"Ko, I've shown you something ugly."

"No, there you are. The people at the house have been rude. Good luck all the way out there, it would have been cold. Uh, I wonder if you might have liked Mr. Puria."

Nine looked to the voice owner.

She seemed to have good taste, a werewolf woman. To find out, it's probably Mr. Gallon's mother.

Rich as she is, and redheads of the same colour are shorter than their daughters to the shoulders, with a slightly glossy neck. But the slightly dripping eye area was a little more impressive than Mr. Gallon's.

Mr. Puria and the woman, put this one down and start talking.

"Yes! I say Puria Harp. Say hi this time."

"Oh, that way of speaking, I wonder if you're from anywhere near Shytern."

"Hmm, I knew you'd understand, no, I'm embarrassed."

"Ugh, don't be so afraid. That's..."

"Yes, my name is Nine."

"Oh, you're doing well. Thank you (...) Puria."

"Oh, I will. I'm sorry, but this is ours."

"Oh yeah. Too bad."

"It's a healing system, so please be cute"

... What are you talking about?

I had no idea, so when I accidentally stumbled on Mr. Puria's stomach, he answered my question with a low voice, as if he had understood.

Says.

You know, they thought it was a souvenir.

Yeah.

I knew these guys, they're turning into shit.

"If you get in through the main entrance, the house won't attack. Well, few customers come from outside the realm in the first place, and even if they do, they usually ride dragons. Because it's cold this time of year and the dragons don't want to move... it's been a really long time since I've had a winter customer. I'm sorry I missed this one."

While I hear those words, I am led to the reception room. The luxurious sandalwood table breathes in the glow of a chandelier that is not overly bright, and slightly reflects as if it were the most beautiful and gentle to show the surrounding sights feels like a snowy country culture and consideration.

The fireplace, which would be built with functionality and artistry in mind, and the placement of windows where the snow scenery outside may even feel fantastic, all feel distracted.

Sure. Oh, it's the lady's hall.

Then for a while, I was talking to my mother nonsense. Mr. Puria.

Because, Mother, I treat you as a mon without me. Can't you get me a chair? It's livestock. Come on.

When I was consuming heat with a tea treat that Mr. Puria gave me back because I regretted it, I heard such a magnificent call, along with the sound of coming down the stairs, as if that was what my confidence was wrapping around my clothes.

I don't hate it, but I don't like it.

I get that impression because that was probably the anticipation, Mr. Gallon's father.

I opened the door to the reception room and it turned out to be a big man with two heads bigger than me.

"Whoa, are you guys picking up gallons? Thank you very much."

Gastrocion Vermillion.

I hear it's a masterpiece dubbed "The Fangs of the Predecessor Demon King"......

"My stupid daughter is taking care of me!

That said, I laugh gahaha, great.

The way he laughed, he looked just like Mr. Gallon.

"By the way, you, the guard told me you were on Puria."

"Yes, it's Puria Harp. It's a pleasure to meet you."

It may not even be like her. The greeting was fresh. I knew she'd better be as usual. I hope you don't look like that to an old man like this.