Miss Appraiser And Satan's Gallery
Prolog Season 2: Fake Chair

It was an event in the "Holy Ara Tree Room".

“John, aren't you hurt?”

Riz Milton asked this in a stiff voice.

He clasped tightly his hands in front of his stomach in order not to be outdone by the terror that gnawed at his heart.

"I'm not hurt."

John Smith replied without hesitation.

He was sitting on an old wooden chair that was placed alone in the middle of the room.

It was a special chair that the eighteenth pious pope, Urbaunus, who devoted his entire life to God, used to use until he welcomed the end of his days. Its backrest was carved with the image of branches that could be considered as hooks and a drooping fig tree with fruit.

For the believer this is the "Sacred Seat", but for the wicked it is the same as the "Tool of Torture". It is said to deprive the body of freedom and seal power, and is used to destroy vampires or evil spirits that would threaten the peace of society.

It is also used on the devil.

Riz approached John who was confined to the chair, and firmly swore.

"Just wait. I will definitely save you. "

"I'm doing fine. Please don't do anything unreasonable. ”

"I'm not going to hand you over to anyone and I'm not going to let you get executed at all."

He crouched down on the spot and placed both hands on his knees.

John looked at Riz's hand and furrowed his brows due to the conflict.

You are my demon.

“Bamun— Mistress.”

"Let me save you."

“No, I've considered it and, in the end, you can't. Please be quiet and obedient. "

His voice seeped with a pressure that could not be hidden.

He may worry about his well-being — is his sad assumption but, in the next moment, it was easily betrayed.

“Let's see the facts. No matter how hard you try, you are very weak, right? "

“…”

“You might die before saving me.”

“……”

“Just running a little bit will make you dizzy and faint and your breath will suffocate. Instead, the one who needs help is you, Madam. "

Instinctively Riz put on a questioning eye.

"Geez, will this woman be fine without me there?"

He's really troubled.

“You can't miss your meal time. Keep your treatment time. In addition, you cannot act without restraint and stay up all night because there is no worry of someone questioning you. Listen, you gotta get a minimum of six hours. Make sure to sleep. You should take a break every fifteen minutes when you are outside. ”

Riz felt his cheeks would twitch after being told with a serious expression.

“Are you aware that, at the moment, you are being detained?”

“Do not switch topics. In any case, do your best not to do anything reckless. Understood it? ”

He sent her a doubtful look as he reluctantly nodded.

“Do you really understand? I can't trust you. "

Riz thought this demon had to work harder to read the atmosphere.

He was a person who was in a dangerous situation, yet why was he in a position to be scolded?

“Should I make a contract so that you won't live sluggishly and make you seal it with your blood? No, rather than a slow method, might it be faster to use spies to monitor you? "

"How much trust do you have in me?"

“More than apple seeds.”

“That's small..”

Riz clenched his eyebrows. What kind of man does not believe in the devil?