Instant Messiah

"Uh-oh, Sassam! Akan, this is real."

It is my dear little bird who speaks of such a thing while it hits the fireplace with ease.

When I turned a blind eye to this situation and wondered what it was that made me feel comfortable, my resentful gaze returned.

Yes, I was the one who froze her back in the corner room.

- After that, for now, I was going to stay today, with the advice of your parents, even though it would be nice to wait for Mr. Gallon's head to get cold.

Well, I was gonna do that from the start. The sun goes down outside, and if they throw me out in this cold, I'll just be able to make an interesting ice statue.

It's going to be colder, so you're certainly right about what Chris said. Agusta has a tough climate. It's not a place where people can live.

"... then, I'm sorry. Mr. Puria, may I ask you to persuade that girl?

"Oh, yes. Leave it to me."

Such is the conversation between Mom and Mr. Puria. Well, when it comes to having no choice, they say the little bird first hits the puppy's persuasion.

… I wonder if they will touch the scales and eat them.

First of all, I told you, I'm not the only one in my mom who's trying to convince me.

I've been out of my mind since the beginning. [M] You can almost cry, you're human.

"Please use the one on the third floor for your room. I'll show you later."

"Thank you for everything."

"How's that?"

I tried to follow Mr. Puria, but he still ignored me. Or just for a moment, it was seen.

It was an unpleasant eye. For me.

"... Mr. Puria. I'm sorry about that kid, but there's a dragon riding cabin outside, so could I let him sleep there? The magic for the cold is hanging, so you won't die."

Come on, give me a break. They stink, they're loud, and they don't like it. He treats people like animals.

... but well, am I wrong? It's like it was originally bought as livestock.

Uh, uh, fuck you. I don't think all of these people are going to die. I don't know about livestock.

One day I'll be on the street shimmering and rosing and selling it off in a bunch of three sentences as dog meat and putting up a sign with the head of a lamb. Aha... haha, no kidding, sweetheart, such a sense of discrimination.

I'm glad my mom finally recognized me. Even as livestock. Hmm.

"Oh, if that's all right with you, let me stay in your nappy room with you."

"Oh, is that good? But is this kid okay with the toilet?

Toilet training has to be finished before I can even feel it. Give me a break.

"Good. Good. Pathetic outside."

There was such a rough heart-soothing angel.

I knew Dada didn't have wings. Mr. Little Bird was just an angel.

My wounded heart was purified by accident.

"I need to talk to you for a second."

That said, when I was resentfully scorned again, I understood, oh, that I would be avenged earlier.

I knew you didn't have an angel. The world, well, it's like this.

I double-checked the anomaly of the world and then left it for dinner. [M]

I didn't wear raw hate table manners, so I was eating in the first place in a different seat from them, but I said I didn't know the manners, but he was a very luxurious person, but Sir Vermillion, who sat in the middle, came to me.

I was wondering if you would ask me about your relationship with Mr. Gallon from the earlier exchange, but I completely forgot that it was at an earlier stage.

Here's what he did.

"You gallon, you're too close to a human. That's why I didn't want to leave it with that little girl".

Dissatisfaction with Mr. Gallon. To Mr. Aroma. background in werewolf culture. His sincerity. A heart that thinks of its daughter as a parent.

... There was plenty of room for reflection, but for now, his continued words set my stance.

Because he went on like this.

At the earliest, without hostility or trying to hide it.

"Don't plant extra ideas on my daughter, human."

……

I bowed my head in silence, and when I saw it, he went back to his seat silently.

... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

For the sake of the goddamn beast man, the mountain admiral is a jerk. Stay calm.

Don't make fun of Mr. Aroma for my daughter. Sweetie, sweetie, it's my demon clan.

Most importantly, you hurt Mr. Gallon so much that I had to, because of Temeer's attitude so far.

A malicious word from someone you respect is more hurtful than a rumble from someone you don't like. I don't even know that. A beastly animal has a great mouth...

... That, Mr. Gallon was an animal man. Then Papan is also an animal man. Then the Beast Man should be adored.

I'm sorry, Dad. I'll love you, too.

...... red headscarf. Red headscarf.

If it was the wolf who was in bed, how could you not have seen that silhouette and noticed?

Hey, look. Me, the red scarf. To the wolf, I can eat.

"To be eaten, to be together, if you could, the subject would be a wolf? Or me? '

The wolf after that, is that really the wolf you've been?

I don't think so.

I'll feed you, so you'll take everything for it?

... Gallon Vermillion is my thing. So I thought it would be her thing, too.

I have to. Well, it's a contract.

Right, Master Tia?

... so. Sir Vermillion? I'll take your precious little lady, won't I?

- After the meal, Mommy said something like this when she sensed the slightly swordswallowed air between me and my husband standing behind Mr. Puria. Probably a good story for them.

"I'm hoping it's time for her to think about consolidating herself like a lady. I'm not going to admit my wife forever."

... If you're being objective, well, I don't know what to worry about. Because it's that Mr. Gallon, and objectively.

Except subjectivity, naturally.

"I've been a mess for a long time, and I've been worried. He won't even take it till after hours."

That's a tough story for me. Because that puppy, it's mine.

I'm not giving it to the others.

"We've come to make a name for ourselves by martial arts, so we're not exactly concerned about their family... unless we're reliable, after all. I know you won't find a man stronger than her."

Bye.

Even in Diabolo, if it's a melee, you say no enemies.

Mum continues her conversation, receiving an unexpected reply from Mr. Puria.

"However, as the parent of that child, I think it's quite a pain in the ass, to deal with our daughter. I'm behaving like a greedy person, but I feel weird in a strange place..."

I'm not sure because I can't believe my own woman. It's your fault too, isn't it?

... you're so cute. My dad laughed about me when he came here with girly clothes, and he cried and hugged me.

That was cute, that night.

Losing a gallon mother that cute is a little unbearable.

"So I'm wondering if it would be better for someone who cares about the gallon."

Unlike our basin darkness, and the depths that stare at our daddy.

Sir Vermillion took over the words, looking somewhat unexpectedly at that gaze.

"You're one or two of the kids, especially the guy. If you give birth to me, I'll be able to hide in peace, but gahaha!

When I heard that, my mouth moved on its own.

"Well, can I have it?

Such a treason for what Papan just told me.

I didn't mean to be taken away from Mr. Gallon, so I stuck my mouth in it.

"Ah?"

"Yes?"

"Ha!?

He just said, "What are you talking about?" Three, barbaric voices.

But, hey. What's wrong with Mr. Puria? That's rude.

"... Did you hear something now?

"No, you. Nothing."

The werewolves said so after a few seconds of silence.

... for once, miss. I guess that's the kind of mind you have.

...... Nfu. Huh?

Not that I'm obsessed with Mr. Gallon enough to pull here. Then I'm not. Me, too.

I'm a big idiot. So here's how to give it back.

"Again, with all due respect. Lady of your house, may I have it?

Again, there is a moment of silence.

Shortly after the killing was full on the spot, the first person to float was Mr. Puria.

"Shh, excuse me! I'll tell him to do it right!

That's what I'm saying, holding my head down with my wings. Her fluffy blades, underneath them, were more strongly pressed than usual, indicating the presence of the skeleton supporting that phase on my back of my head. Always, it's not what it feels like to slap me with a joke, it's hard.

Then again, to protect me from Lord Vermillion in front of me... no, but I guess you're right. He held me to his own laid-back stomach so that I could hold him in.

The fluffy scent was...... oh, I couldn't even take a bath for a while, so it was her body odor itself. Not uncomfortable, gentle, simple.

... Before, Aroma smelled like a nostalgic flower.

Let's remember exactly what Mr. Puria smells like.

... slightly trembling, all over her body. The pressure that Yamato (no) is going to have. That pressure even brings up the shape of her pelvis in my delusions.

Her insides, that part you can't put into perspective, thinking about it, are much more... obscene.

I wonder if I'm still horny. Maybe even her skeleton specimen can excite me.

... I decided to keep my mouth shut here because I felt her desperation. Nothing, I like it and I don't want to cause any trouble, and I've already told you what I want.

I will not just withdraw the earlier words. On top of that, if you don't crush Mr. Puria's face either, that's fine.

"... you're kidding. Make a joke, human."

With that said, Sir Vermillion stands up as he grabs the back of his chair and lets it shudder.

His nose was rough and he walked out of the reception room.

The back of a chair made of solid sandalwood was unbroken and pulled.

...... I was also released from Mr. Puria's custody, and then continued to refrain behind Mr. Little Bird while merely diverting Mrs. Cold's gaze. The wretched man hiding behind the woman remained, but there was nothing else he could do.

I know it was good for each other, but after a while, the guide came and took us to the room where we were staying.

In front of the room, when I stopped and looked forward… Mr. Puria's back, which remained silent from earlier. Instead of her inconvenient wings, step forward and open the door.

She waited for Sulri and I to pass by, then went into the room and shut the door behind her back.

And, Po Sun.

She's been controlling me with her eyes, trying to sit next to Mr. Puria, who dropped her hips on the soft feathers of the bed.

... Hi, still, for some reason, no, I know you do.

She is seriously angry.

"... what are you going to do?

"What is it?"

"I don't know if I'll let you tell us once and for all, hon."

"I don't think I've done anything wrong."

"... I don't want to talk about good or bad. As much as I can identify the person whose mouth goes through and the person who doesn't, I'll stick with it. If that's all your mouth goes around."

"... because"

"Don't be... Hey, why?

……

"Why are you bothering us... If you die, we don't have enough. I wish I didn't...?

... I've been told difficult things.

"What's so important about the captain? You want to marry the captain? I can't. You're human...?

... humans. I'm human. I know.

"Why, when we're beside you. That's what I say when I'm around...!

……

"Our, that. Don't like it? Don't like it? I hate you, this is, this is horrible... this is horrible... make a fool of me, make a fool of me...!

I cried out.

Do it. Wasn't emotional instability Mr. Alice's exclusive patent?

It's this way I want to cry. Oh, shit, the tears are beautiful. I want to lick it.

I want to kill him.

How would it feel to kill a little bird immersed in grief, as it were, to grip it in the palm of your hand? I want to know.

I want to know.

... I want to die. Die. Oh, die, me.

My desire, catharsis, should not be satisfied with such a low degree. It (...) is the only thing, you can't be so obscene.

I throw away such crap thoughts. Throw it away.

That's all I need to think about how to comfort poor Mr. Puria. That's all. That should be it.

I'm part of Agusta. What are you thinking, you?

If you want to kill Mr. Puria, you're dead. Nine, damn, Taga is loose, Dear Tier, Dear Tier......!

- Be patient. I've been using too much lately.

Damn it, motherfucker. Damn you.

Oh, already, my dear. I love you. Puria. I love you. Love, love. Love. Okay.

I love you. It's cute, it's cute, Puria. You're fine. She's a good girl.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Puria"

"... ho, homma? Reflect properly?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's my fault. It was all my fault. I'm sorry, I'm sorry?

Do you want me to bow my head to the Demons? To these guys who killed everyone?

I'll lower it. I'm sorry. I made you cry, and I'm sorry.

My dear, you're crying like a child with my life in mind.

I'm sorry.

... All right, I'm back. He's back in the Nine. I'm fine with this.

I'm sorry, little birdie. It's just a little silly, I'm just upset.

Whatever, Lord Vermillion. Like you and Rogue bastards when we first met. Come on, I'm gonna look down on you.

Something's been going on with that a lot lately, so maybe I got a little hypersensitive.

I can't believe I'm aggressively trying to hurt you. Such a bad joke, you can't possibly have it.

"I'm reflecting. It seems so. Just to get Mr. Gallon to come home properly, right? You want me to show you my obsession?"

Yes, while I was running scared, I stroked the manipulation into my tongue. I put it on. Even though I'm becoming untrustworthy, more and more, yes, self-distrust is soliciting.

The ultimate goal of a liar is to deceive himself. There's nothing I can do.

... Mr. Gallon told me he couldn't do that. There are times when I have to stop.

"...... hmm. Then we won't say any more. Make up, huh?

"Yeah... Ugh, look, I'm drooling my nose"

"Liar, no!

"Homma Homma"

Hold on to that shoulder mouth trying to hide the crying face you've been making a grand appearance of, I...

Peroli, and licked her tears out of every snot.

Hey, shy of twisting her neck. I held her hips, obstinately, licked her.

I licked all her face, except only her lips.

From the sticky face, let go of the tongue, the eyes of the bright red bird were still moist. But that's a different cause than earlier.

The roaring sound of your heart is coming from your touched chest, and most importantly, that look. That's the face that attracts males.

... the softness stays on my tongue.

Her smell. Taste. I only prayed that this would serve as a chain to connect me (...) to who I should be (...) for a while.

- Calmed down, she and I each took a bath, then stuck in separate beds.

In the darkened room, he took a desperate, deep breath to avoid reviving his senses when he was unable to restrain himself earlier.

... I'm not crazy, I can't be crazy. I should be able to think clearly, using reason, based on enlightenment.

Still okay. Not yet, okay. That's right. I can still do this.

Right, Dear Tia......