Instant Messiah

"Do you think it fits your tongue?

"Yeah, I'm sorry to say this, but it was surprising that Mr. Eva could cook"

"You're really rude, you are."

- It's a good time for dinner with Mr. Eva, but I knew I'd be worried about tomorrow, and when I say my first land, I get a little nervous.

Even though we are included in the realm of Reel Marr.

In the first place, I honestly don't feel it at all because I used metastases or something.

Speaking of which, I passed through here when Agusta sold me off, but I've hardly ever been to any part of the country in seven years of slave merchant politeness.

So blah, you don't know much about this place.

Speaking of when I came to Agusta... No, I'm sure I was originally bought as Elle's toy.

At that time, Gattangotton, there was no one in the waving carriage to talk to me, so I was beaten to death by May, and at the end of the sentence, the slaves of my fellow passengers looked at me with a creepy eye.

I'm tired of that too. Uh, bored, I don't know. If I wanted to stretch, Mr. Cobolt would have whipped me, and now that I think back, it wasn't a very pleasant trip.

If all the slaves had fever and groaning guys too, they would be abandoned, and if they hit food and belly down, the smell would get worse, so they would be privately sentenced, and if they noticed, there would be fewer and fewer people around them, and only me and the other one would survive the punishment.

We're all weak.

And then... Aroma and Gallon, I first met them in the village of Nostalgia Nile, and oh, this is such a good memory, that's an act I'd like to keep on my mind album.

So, I saw my awkward grave in the distance, and I hadn't visited it for a long time, so I felt a little backward.

Because of that, I remembered unexpectedly that when I went to Tiamaria to gather the humans that would feed Mr. Puria and the Demons, I stuck by and went to join hands.

- At that time, I went to the grave in that place... No, I don't know, now, but can I describe it in those words?

I wonder if I could really say that I built the tomb in the first place, but there's still something I can't do around it.

Once upon a time, Chris and the others... that place where the Demons killed everyone around the village.

Everyone lost their lives because of the deed, and I saw it.

And I dug them into the hole with my hands that were just meat chunks, smaller than they are now, desperate, deep enough to let everyone in without sticking out properly, and returned them to the earth.

That evening. Even though it was still autumn, I still remember that it was terribly cold.

'Please wait. Were you here?

So I found my father's head, and it was raining that day, and the smell of blood around him still didn't fade.

Yeah, the smell of that time, but I feel like I'm stuck in my nasal cavity again.

I always do when I think of this time, not very pleasant, but I no longer hate this feeling of nostalgia somewhere.

"I finally found my father. Sorry I'm late, Mother. '

That's how I gently placed my father's neck, the only hero for me, next to my mother.

At the end of the day, he looked at everyone and covered the soil with bumps, but now that I think about it, he's clearly dangerous, isn't he?

I guess I got a solitary habit at this time.

But that's good. Thanks to that, I was able to talk to my mother for the last time.

I spoke up at this time, so my mother talked to me properly later, I'm sure.

When I had finished covering everyone with dirt, I made a grave moddle, and I fell asleep wrapped in a crude blanket.

The next day I slept all day. My tummy worm was making a scene, but I didn't feel like moving.

The next day, I drank only water. I saw a chill in the pantry, but there was nothing left.

The next day, I only drank water. I'm getting my moisture right, but I don't cry.

The next day, I gave up and slept with weeds because I sucked at the boulders, fluttered into the woods I didn't give because I thought I was going to die of hunger and I didn't get anything.

I don't remember being fucking yummy.

The unpleasant blue odor crept into my mouth and I didn't sleep inside because of it.

... I gave it back, sure. I returned everyone to the earth.

... but I can't find anything to eat.

Even though I say it's an appetite and a fruity fall, I can't find a single fruit. You're frightened by the footsteps of the dragon riding the demon clan, and you can't find a rat. Come on, it's a little painful to find a bug in the woods because you have no choice, you end up telling me that walking around has more energy than you ate, so you're in the shame.

A beastly life can't last without beastly strength and guts.

The mouse, found only once, crossed the edge of his sight and remained intact and was never found again.

So, my heart broke.

Return everyone to the Spirit, but one of them was, like, cold, and I couldn't hunt after all.

... Without rice, you'll be hungry.

I'm sorry about everyone's house. I took a peek, but there's no food left, nothing to eat, nothing.

Humans can't live without food.

At that time, I got to the essence of the creature, and I felt like I was thinking about such a conceit at a young age.

Bite your own arm because your belly bug urges you again in a nasty tone, distracted by its toothpicking and salty taste, miserably, humbly.

I laughed out of the blue.

I despised myself for the first time in my life. [M] scorned.

... And because you're so miserable, I thought you could be dead by now.

On second thought, I was wondering if that would allow me to go see everyone.

Meals, no, goodness hurry.

I'm smart, too. I've come up with good things. I started calculating how to stop myself from breathing, but I started from the beginning.

Now how shall I die?

I don't like pain.

I don't like it when it hurts.

'Cause everyone, the face when I buried it, it looked so spicy.

But it might not be fair to just die easy for me.

Mm-hmm. I was just worried for a while, and I flashed like a heaven.

You just have to bury it with everyone.

If you think about it carefully, you're dying, so you give up living, and you don't have to elaborate on how to die.

Besides, this way, I can feel a sense of unity with everyone. Nice thing, I thought so.

While I was on the perfect plan, I was in the mood for the first time in a while, and I dug back with joy and courage as I niggered the place where I buried everyone.

As I sidestepped the dirt, I found Tony and Mr. Fina first. I was just born six months ago, Tony.

Idol of the village, this is the first child of Mr. Fina, Tina's sister.

And I became the last child.

She was cute. She's still cute.

Mr. Fina's father...... I mean Tony's grandfather was buying a laugh by showing his homemade song all over the village, obstructing his first grandson's joy in a weird direction. It was a gentle laugh.

It was pathetic and irresistible that Tony, who was loved and wanted and born, had a cold, painful look on his face.

I'm just glad I could find Mr. Fina. You did good yourself, I think.

Because I could make you hug Tony.

When I found her, Mr. Fina was already a cutthroat, so I heard a nasty noise from around her elbow, and she got in a weird position, though.

I've touched them with a slight change of colour, but they're already soft.

But there was no more temperature or elasticity like it once was, and that was a little.

I also found Mick and Nuts. I wish I'd just gone out with you.

I found Paula. Actually, I broke the pen you took care of last year. Sorry.

I found Mr. Leno. Smoking was cool.

I found Mr. Carmilla. I think what I love about tits has a lot of impact when you give me a bath.

Tina also found it. It's rude to see too much, but I knew I'd see it. Your nakedness, even if this is what's happened, is fascinating.

I found Jack. You were a nasty guy, take people's fried feet right away. But when I think I can't hear your dislike anymore, I'm a little bored.

Mr. Rain.

Bill.

Jesse. He reached right out to me when I was in trouble, he was a dear but sweet kid. I don't think I noticed, but you were pretty popular.

Kane.

Mr. Marin...... Tina's mother. You said you'd start doing business in Tiamaria next time. To a merchant of childless relatives, I told you I haven't seen my eldest daughter for a long time.

Wales.

Mr. Watson.

Grandma Pearl, the muffler you gave me, I tore it about a month after I got it, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you. I'm sorry.

Line.

Mr. Garcia.

Edward.

Grandpa Leighton, your old story was long, but I liked it for you.

Saith and Weiss... we were good brothers, you guys. My only son, I was a little jealous of that.

... other people don't know because their faces are broken anymore.

And finally... father and mother.

I buried it up there, but I wonder if you finally saw your face while you were digging off to find everyone.

I wanted to see it again for the last time.

I'm coming, too.

We'll be together forever, won't we? Everybody wait, I'll be right there.

... Well, I've greeted you, and I don't like it when you get roughed up by a dog or something, let's get the dirt back on as much as possible.

Then I thought to myself... and I heard voices.

It's your mother's voice.

When I panicked and looked at my mother's face, those eyes, which were supposed to be cloudy, shot me through and my mouth opened.

I saw it open.

I definitely saw it.

Mother.

'You can't come over here yet. It's too early for you. "

... Why not.

'Cause I got something to do.'

... There's nothing more I want to do.

No, you have something to do with surviving you.

………… What is it, Mother?

'... listen carefully. You must never forgive those who killed us. "

... Don't forgive me... I can't seem to. You know, even my father, who never won an arm wrestle...

'... I won't tell you to take revenge. Live, survive, be our living proof. "

... live, live, resent.

You want me to live and keep resenting those guys?

"Exactly."

It's hard.

'Be patient. You're the one who can do it. My proud boy...'

... If your mother says so, you must be. I'll do my best...

"Good boy."

Yeah, I... good boy...

'... Come on, you must be hungry. I'll take care of your dinner today. Cancer before it gets cold.'

... Ha, Mom, I'm so messed up. It's already cold.

But it looks delicious. Here you go... Oh, I forgot to put it through the fire. Right, before it gets cold. So that's what you mean?

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"It was a treat"

... There are still a lot of them. Let's carry it to the ice room so it doesn't rot......

Is it because I'm full and my body feels back? Peeled nails when I buried them all hurt badly as I beat the dope.

But, well, proof of life.

I have to live, and I will.

... Whilst, my stomach hurts. Shouldn't I put too much in my stomach?

From now on, let's be careful.

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"It was a treat"

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"It was a treat"

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"It was a treat"

Thank you very much.

…… Mr. Nine, what's wrong? Bo. "

"... no, nothing like that. Good treat, Eva."

It was delicious.

I'll lose my home-cooked meal, though.

Yes, take it back from the Spirit. But (...) the array I ate was the best thing in the world.