Unique Round [Weekly Short-Short Note]

"Your singing voice is very unique. It's just that... well, it doesn't quite fit in with our choir, so to speak..."

In other words, my voice is a nuisance.
No, that's not it. I like singing too, but it's suffocating to sing while everyone around me frowns at me—

"Oh? I heard there was someone here with the voice of a devil who was expelled from the church, but this isn't what I expected. There's nothing but crybabies here."

I turned around to see a large, unfamiliar woman standing there.

"...Who are you?"
"I'm a messenger sent to take devils back to hell. If you come with me, you can sing as loudly as you want without worrying about those around you. Just like you were crying just now."
"I'll go."
"...You're quick to decide."
"Because that voice of yours... you're a 'devil' too, aren't you?"
"Well, I suppose so."

She, with her strong, taut, and unique voice, grinned.

"That voice of yours is a precious one that reaches those who are lonely, those who can't just be one of the crowd. ...That's why you have to keep singing it. From generation to generation, like a ring. Yes—from me to you."