In a dark purple mist.
Yumiel stood alone.
(I wonder what I was up to)
I can't remember how much I think about it. What was I doing? Why am I here?
(If you don't go home)
Untranslated, I can't help but be in a place where I can't know anywhere. Yumiel is a resident housekeeper at the Whatever Store Free Life. There were mountains of things I had to do.
(To your husband, I have to make you some rice. I have to get a request too. The laundry also remained dry)
Next to next, worries come to mind. To chores, to work, to take care of my husband. It's all I can't leave to people.
(Your husband eats everything he can if left alone. Neither did I actively pick up the request. I wouldn't even do housework, Mr. Routou)
Yumiel knew exactly what would happen to her free life without herself. The three-story shops and homes in the Gran Feria Intermediate District will be devastated within a month, if left to Noble University and Routou.
(The neighbors say it badly. Your husband's reputation will be degraded)
It's just that you can't be a shopkeeper or something. Until the adventurers, they are called even rats and scorned. I don't know what will happen if I lose his reputation any more.
(That's unbearable)
Yumiel doesn't like her husband being unfairly humiliated. She knew all too well what was wrong with you, but just as well, no, more than that, because she knew what was good about him.
Yumiel couldn't bear it when a man who knew nothing spoke ill of you just by rumors. So she walks. Draw the fog of purple and walk forward, forward.
However, the fog only increases in intensity, making you invisible even the tip of both hands stretched forward. I even learn to feel like I can stroke the back of my throat in a fog that is tangled with snuggles.
Still, Yumiel walks forward. Aim for your own home. Towards a Free Life for Everything. And aim for my husband and where I should be.
"Is that guy that important?
"... who is it?
Beyond the fog, I hear voices. A cloudy, echoing, female voice is called.
Who would it be? Is there anyone here but myself? I'll ask, but I won't get back to you. Besides, I don't feel any signs. Deciding it was an illusion or something, Yumiel walked out again.
'Do you want to go home to that guy so badly?
"... where are you?
Look around, but naturally, all you see is purple fog. Neither the shadow nor the contour of someone should come up.
But I feel it. Unlike earlier, there are signs of someone. Turn your consciousness to yourself, feel some kind of presence.
Yumiel spoke up again, toward the signs in the fog.
"... show yourself. Is that where you are?
"Show yourself? Fine. If you want to see so much, let me show you. '
Then the shadow that appears. The purple fog solidifies to concentrate, forming the shape of a person.
And then he showed up...
"... me?
Yes, it's Yumiel. It was herself that appeared in the fog, which only slightly diminished. As if it were a mirror image, two melons stood in front of Yumiel.
'Yes, I am, you. You, me. I'm the other me'
The girl who calls herself Yumiel doesn't even chew, she talks pale. In front of her like that, Yumiel was upset.
"... are you like a demon?
Yumiel has heard of demons who imitate people from your university. Isn't that the mirror image that appeared? I suspect so, but the relative girl shook her head loose.
'No. I, you wanted me. A powerful me. I don't have to be protected.'
"... I wanted, me?
Something came to mind. Yes, I did something to be strong. As a result, I stand in this place.
But I can't remember anything else. Why did you want to be strong? For that, what did you do? To Yumiel, I couldn't really remember.
'It's an easy thing. I wanted to be strong for your husband.'
"... your husband"
I shrugged, and then, yes, I felt like falling. Right. Right. I wanted to be strong for my husband, for your greatness.
- But why? Also disconnect, memories and thoughts.
Why is it good for you to be strong? Why did you intend to do that? I can't remember exploring it in my head, as if I were now myself, wrapped in fog.
I don't know. I can't remember. Yumiel sinks into unanswered thinking.
It was just herself who helped her like that.
'Can't you remember? Okay, let me tell you something.'
Yumiel, who appeared in the mist, looks into Yumiel's eyes and speaks. Speak in a sincere tone, as if to teach you something important.
'I tried to be strong for your husband. To kill your husband. "
"... kill your husband...!?
Yumiel stiffens herself to surprise. But the mirror image rests her hand on her shoulder as if to untie her strong tension, and she gently slaps her ear.
'It's not weird. It's for your husband. "
For your greatness. To the words, Yumiel, with just a little bit, shows a gap in his heart. The mirror image continues the conversation so that it slides into that gap.
"Your husband with a brittle heart. Your husband is hurt by a few things. Your husband wants to trouble everything. I'm sure he can never live like this. So I'll make it easier for you. '
"... that's not true"
'That's not true, it's not true. You know that better than anybody else, right?
To the story of the mirror image, I do think so, Yumiel. Even when I first met you, you were hurt. Even when he fought his best friend, he broke his heart.
Even if the body is strong, the mental aspect is very brittle. Yumiel understood more than anyone that it was someone named Nobuyama Sayama.
'So I thought I'd be strong. To make him easier. To end his life. To that end, strength was sought. Isn't that right?
"... Yes, it was"
Yumiel snorts as if hypnotized.
Yes. Yes, I did. I didn't want to see your greatness depressed anymore, or his tears. So, kill him. Make it easier for you. Don't cry anymore. Don't hurt me anymore.
That's the only reward I can give myself. The greatest gift you can give.
'The power for that is already acquired. Look, look at your own hands?
Raise your right hand as you are told. Then the white skin stained dark blue and the nails were sharp and pointy.
'Don't be surprised. That's what you wanted. Accept that.'
The mirror image also changes its appearance as if it fits Yumiel. Skin dyes blue, nails and teeth sharply pointed, and horns grow on the side of the head.
Oh, this is who I am now. You deserve the power you want and you deserve to wield it.
Yumiel put a mutated hand on his cheek, as he floated in the heat. The tingling and skin stabbing nails were kind of comforting.
'Did you understand? Okay, let's go home. Your husband is waiting for you. "
"... go home, ru"
The fog opened his mouth firmly, and ahead, a familiar sight emerged.
It's Free Life for Anything. It was our own home and the only place we could find ourselves.
'Look, dive here. And open the front door. Let's say I'm home to your husband. "
"... your husband, my lord"
Yumiel walks flustered, as if she could be drawn to the loving sound.
offended by magic vegetables, with a body that remains mutated. Changed to kill people, with claws and fangs ringing.
Yumiel returns to the house where your university awaits...
'Yes, I'm leaving. Go home and say you're home... and kill your husband.'
"... ok, ok"
To the answer, the mirror image distorted his expression. With such a nasty grin that Yumiel never floats. With a mockery as if you had shaped your demonization intact.
However, the face will be stunned and heavily distorted shortly afterwards.
"What, um... so?
On her chest, Yumiel's protruding arm pierces her, and from the wound she could bounce heavily on her back, the liquid magic vegetables are blurry and zero.
She couldn't believe it. Yumiel should have been drowning in power. It should have taken enough magic into itself to exceed its tolerance limits and turned to demons.
It was also a matter of time before I gave consciousness, my personality as a demon - to myself. Now, I wasn't even trying to doubt what I was saying.
And yet, why? The mirror image stares at Yumiel with an ugly, distorted face.
"... your husband,"
He takes his gaze head-on as if to stab him to death, and Yumiel opens his mouth.
"... you're right, he's mentally brittle"
'Wouldn't it!? So, that's why I am!
The mirror image backs up and hits Yumiel with words. To the words, Yumiel nodded, and said:
"... Yep. So I'll make you happy."
As it was, Yumiel pulled his arm out of the mirror image and returned to his place.
Its body returned to normal, and the mirror image remained a demonic figure, shattered into particles of magic vegetables and disappeared.
I'm home. I came back. From the space of my dreams, I returned to my place.
Yumiel looked up at the shop (Free Life) for anything, just like one day at your university, and said, "I'm home now," opening the front door.
Then, from the living room on your right, you hear a lively voice. In it was also a mix of laughter of the great, and to the sound of it, Yumiel stroked down his ho.
(Good. You've totally gotten better)
She remembers what happened about a week ago. Precious man laughing refreshingly with his eyes off the track. He worked like a madman, and then he collapsed.
I won't let that kind of tragedy happen anymore. Immediately eliminate anything harmful to your husband, and immediately heal him if he falls.
That's the power I acquired for it. That's the power the fairies gave me. I may not be able to help you yet, but I'll do what I can. Let's try to level up further.
To stand next to your greatness. To be, in a true sense, his partner. Let's not make this indispensable.
(But now)
It's time to celebrate the healing of your greatness, who would have been completely happy. Shall I make potato potage? Or shall I make a boiled itch with consomme?
Either way, it's sick, so you have to make something stomach-friendly. With that in mind, Yumiel opened the living room door--
"Doctor, would you like to replace the medicine?
"Whoa, that's good. Add honey and divide it with hot water"
"I understand. Yes, go ahead."
"Ngu, ngu, ngu... pu ha! Uh, don't be creepy. Ah! This herbal smell is a habit too."
"Taka Hero. If you don't eat your knobs too, it's bad for your stomach. Look, I'll feed you from my hands. Ahhh, ahhh."
"Ahhh...... hmm, fresh cheese canapés? And this soggy thing, Caviar? I've never eaten before."
"Really? Then eat more. What, you want me to give him a mouth job?
"Oh, come on. Yeah, but booze and knobs, they're good. Ah. I'm totally getting better!
"... Your husband. We're back now."
"Ah, is that Yumiel? Where have you been... hey...!?
Bachin! Bachin! and currents that make noise and burst. Shivering air, rattling chairs and tables.
In the wind swirling around Yumiel, a brightly extinguishing magic lamp. The glass in your hand contained pisili and cracks.
A god descended into the living room of the Free Life of Everything. Your instincts made me think so.
"Oh, you, Yumiel, right?
The figure hasn't changed. The voice and standing behavior are the same as always. But something's different. Something is decidedly different.
You tremble at unidentified intimidation, but Yumiel answers as if it were nothing.
"... that's right. Does it look anything else? You're a strange husband."
When she took a step, the current, wind and vibration subsided, but the chills that shook the spine of your greatness would not stop. No, on the contrary, it's getting stronger.
Is this guy really Yumiel? When your greatness is solidified in doubt and haste,
"... Your husband. Looks like you've been looking forward to being sick."
"Hiya!?
Yumiel glanced at the table scattered with bottles and knobs of liquor with her eyes as cold as ice.
"No, this isn't it. François and Luttoo bring me all sorts of things to celebrate pleasure... right, you guys!?
Your Highness, in a hurry, speaks to the girls who were surrounding him. It's not what I wanted, it's what they've got everything ready for, it's a stomach buzz to get you to testify.
But...
"Oh, that!? No!?
Until earlier, the girls who lay on themselves had been able to disappear in shadows and shapes. Even the chair I was sitting on has been returned to its original position, as if I hadn't been there since the beginning.
"... François is home. Mr. Rootoo has returned to his room."
"When!?
The girls escaped with the advent of Yumiel in a swordswallowing atmosphere. That's right, the daughter of a grand aristocrat and the famous Chaotic Dragon. Crisis detection capability was double.
"Awwww......!?
In a situation of isolation and helplessness, you shrink and tremble alone. Will I be punished? Will I be punished for my insanity?
He stares at Yumiel cleaning up the messy table with a frightening face.
"... your husband"
"Ha, ha!
As she stares at the table, Yumiel speaks to her husband. In contrast, you reply with upright immobility.
"... if it looks like this, you're going to be okay now. Let's get to work tomorrow."
"Jesus! Jesus, Mam!
I will not tolerate denial. To Yumiel, who speaks so extraordinarily, Your Highness was merely repeating the words "Jesus".