Monster no Goshujin-sama

Twenty.

Place a sleigh in the piece of wood in your hand.

Most of the pieces are already up. If you say so, that's the last finish itinerary to turn your imagination into a real image. You can't be distracted, and there's nothing more distracting about this task than originally.

What is needed is the delicacy of finishing a piece of art.

Besides, I have never seen anything called that in kind.

However, it was possible to understand 'art' as a concept that valued vision rather than pragmatism, and I was rightly aware that what I was building now belonged to one side or the other.

Therefore, pay close attention to it.

or the angle at which the sleigh is placed changes only slightly, and anything that can be raised amazingly changes its look. So I don't get distracted for just a moment, I think so much that my spirit burns out that I go on the itinerary.

- If you think about what this is, you also think it's disproportionate to make it too gorgeous.

- But given what this is for, I don't think it's enough, no matter how perfect the beauty.

I'm making my stuff now.

By my will, I make my possessions.

This can be described as a very rare example.

I make others' of my own free will. Or make mine according to your master's life. That has been as much as it has ever been.

But by what I desire, I did not make my own.

In this sense, this is truly my first possession. On the contrary, it is not preferable to be very gorgeous, because in the finished dawn it will even become part of what constitutes me. I don't even think it suits me, and that's what disproportionate means.

But it is. It is' mine 'and at the same time not' what is for me 'in essence.

Anyway, that's something you don't usually see for yourself. In everyday life, it is only someone else who sees this, and in this case, someone else is my husband who is more important than anyone else. Therefore, no matter how much I tried, I could not overdo it.

"Done."

At the end of all the itineraries, in my hand was a 'girl's face', crafted in exquisiteness.

As old as your husband was. Although it has a neat face, there may be a slight lack of character to it. The skin is slightly too white but smooth and girly firm. It was where I struggled the hardest to create a calm atmosphere.

"What do you think"

I handed the work to a friend who was watching the work beside me.

She is my collaborator. She has no ability to make things for herself, but my creations in this regard cannot stand without her. If I were to say it, would it be like an advisor or something?

Now she watched my work from various angles.

Her own dark expression, the cave lit by the burning fire and the sophistication of the work in her hands combine to make her look somewhere creepy and witchy.

Hmm, exhalation leaks from my friend's thin lips. The results will be reported. If I had the ability to breathe, I would have breathed in tension.

"That's perfect."

"So..."

A friend of mine launched the upper body - Kato Makoto said with a chuckle.

"In remake"

It will be another yesterday that I broke up with your husband.

At an advance meeting, those knights expected to head through the woods to town. There are no plans to be guided into such a fortification, and to be clear, this was quite inconvenient.

But that doesn't change what we do. If you wait for your husband to contact you and you sense something is wrong with your husband through the path, you will come to him in a hurry. To this end, it is desirable to be as close as possible to your husband.

So we were sleeping in the low altitude mountains where we could come to the fort to which your husband turned, finding an affordable cave. This is apparently a nest hole dug by some kind of monster, and the nest lord never saw himself crusaded long ago.

"From Kato's eyes, what's wrong?

In that cave I was questioning my friend across the street.

"- Vegetables"

Short response. No, is this just a complaint? His eyes, which dwelt in a blameworthy light, turned to me.

Slight eyes suited her really well.

"Call me a real vegetable"

Recently, a friend, she started asking me to call myself Mana.

I am not yet accustomed to the way it is called. For this reason, I sometimes made mistakes and stubborn her, as I do now.

"What is wrong with my work, from the eyes of the genuine vegetable,?

"Not so bad, though."

When I said it again, the genuine vegetables loosened their mouths only slightly.

"I just don't feel humane enough, somehow."

"Humanity, is it"

I repeated the word of the truffle as it were.

- With your own mouth.

Yes, I was now wearing the head I had created to try it on.

Vocal cords in human-like formats have not yet succeeded in creating them, so the truth is that 'I am moving my mouth to match my voice' alone, but the stare will look like I am spinning words with my own mouth.

This is my face as a girl, which I just made earlier. To give your husband a hug, you can say that's the first step. If it's just for shaping, I'm proud to say that I created the perfect one, as the real vegetables say.

The journey to this point has never been flat.

Still, I had a lot of confidence in making things. Because it was my characteristic as a magical puppet to be able to process wood whatever I wanted.

Yes. 'As you wish'. It wasn't until after I started this attempt that I learned that that meant 'I can't make anything I can't think of.

Creating a human face was unusual on its own.

To put it plainly, this was a different direction from my work until then.

My creations so far have been in pursuit of function. It was practical and even boneless. But this is essentially close to the kind of work of art. Even if the same tools are used with the same materials, it would be natural for the technology required to change if the purpose were different.

Only a few millimeters of deviation upsets the overall balance. If you do poorly, you even collapse in a way that you don't think is human.

When it came to the first prototype, it was already horrible, as much as I didn't even want to recall.

As a matter of course, the task was difficult to navigate.

Nevertheless, as far as I'm concerned, I can't give up on that either. I haven't started from the beginning if I'm going to cut it off because of that degree of difficulty. Besides, I promised to show it to your husband someday.

Then I stacked my practice and improved it a little bit, but at one point, suddenly, no matter how much I built, I couldn't wipe the discomfort out of my work. Honestly, I was in a hurry. This attempt on my part could have been frustrated if the genuine vegetables hadn't told me that it was because it plugged into an area known as the 'Creepy Valley'.

The shaping and modus operandi of a crop that is very similar to a human being, when approached to some extent by a human being, the fine difference is more felt about the eyes, but instead creepy. They call this the "Creepy Valley" phenomenon.

The only way to improve it is to bring it closer to human beings.

Then after dozens of allegations, I improved my work each time. I myself do not remember how many tenths this will be.

Even to such an invisible thought and error, the genuine vegetables were gutsy enough to accompany me.

Truth, this is not an exaggeration when it comes to our joint work.

Because of this, the work I created was somewhat noticeably similar to that of a genuine vegetable. The genuine vegetables look young for their age, so they might even look like sisters in line. That's what the genuine vegetables pointed out, if you can handle the human flavor.

"Well, let's just say that's good. There are other bigger problems."

The real vegetables are the flat usual voice.

I can hardly imagine her emotional ups and downs from a faint look, but now she's motivated. I know it. In fact, most of her pointers were targeted, all useful to my attempts.

"Mr. Rose doesn't make a good expression. I'm pretty human about shaping... I mean, it's too perfect, it's not humane, it's like an angel, but no expression."

True vegetables stare at my face. No, I'm observing.

"The discomfort in terms of microscopic facial movements is only growing when technology improves to the point where we cannot distinguish ourselves from humans if we stand silently. I also chisel the way my mouth moves and my voice speaks. If that area were corrected, you would care where your face was somewhat too neat. On the contrary, no matter how bad the facial creation was, if the expression was useless, it would be ruined."

"I'm aware, thank you.... Not so good?

"Honestly, it's creepy"

It is us who have exchanged opinions over and over before. Now, there is no need to withhold opinions with extra care.

As always, the genuine vegetables pointed out my faults in a straightforward way, and, as always, I accepted it and snapped quite a bit.

Even though it's impossible to move forward without pointing it out, that doesn't mean you won't be depressed.

"I think it feels very good about my skin and stuff."

You've read my insides like that, the genuine vegetables have reached out and touched my cheeks.

When I press my fingertips, my cheeks sink softly.

"I'm happy around here, even as I was supposed to be." pseudo-Damascus steel sword, "and then" black weapons "these days? The magic tools processed by Mr. Rose will be far from the tree from appearance at the time of completion. Then I thought I could build these materials."

There's no way you can be as hard as iron, but you can't be as soft as human skin.

That was the logic of the genuine vegetables. It is an idea that I do not have.

"I wondered what it was like when they asked me, but there's nothing you can't do about it. But it's also hard to say that this is a full score."

It was my feeling that even at the first point, it was far from full.

For example, your skin is oddly white because you couldn't reproduce it until the blood flow flowing under your skin. Only this is confusing. Cut doesn't make blood flow. There are no pores, so if you look closer, you'll realize this is a crop.

I can't even make a very big look. It was not possible to create wrinkles naturally and because the movement of the muscles under the skin, which is also the cause, has not been successfully reproduced.

Shaping the face as quietly as possible was also a measure to reduce the discomfort that those parts would create.

If your expression is restricted, just make sure you don't have to be expressive. Needless to say, it is only a symptomatic measure.

There were a number of such technical limitations that could not be overcome, and as a result, my face was now of an inorganic impression.

How sophisticated they were, this is only the doll's face.

This is not 'The Face of a Human Girl'. "The Face of a Girl Doll."

Nevertheless, as a 'doll who looks like a human being', I don't think I've done well myself. Even if that means' ruined if you move it '.

"Whatever it is, we've come this far thanks to the cooperation of the genuine vegetables."

"I've been touched many times."

The genuine vegetable was a hand pulled from my face, and now I scratched my own cheek.

For the sake of reference, I had been made to touch her face with a pepper many times before. This is a genuine vegetable suggestion, and I am proud to say that I could trace that almost faithfully of the girl, at least if only with softness.

"Well, we'll have to look at the expression in the long run. It's not about the hardware, it's about the soft side... because it depends on Rose's ability to operate."

"It's not faceless. Unlike the hands and feet, it's an area that hasn't moved before."

"Practice and you'll be better. Let's keep working together."

Mana, who gave me words of encouragement, raised her eyebrow butt a little shortly after that.

"Even so, I don't think I'm qualified for this teacher role."

"Yes, is it? It's again, why?

"It's not a baby imitation, but the basics of learning are still in imitation. In that regard, I am not very expressive."

Apparently, the genuine vegetables are aware of their thin expression.

It would change my impression a lot if I laughed more like a girl and blossom like Sister Lily for example...... but I don't think the real vegetables would laugh that way.

Given her circumstances, I guess that's something I can't help.

"Yes."

Such a faint vegetable with a faint expression slapped his hand.

"Why don't you ask Mr. Lily for anything? I think he's better suited for this kind of thing."

"No. It's..."

It was a genuine vegetable suggestion in the corner, but I clouded my words.

Indeed, Sister Lily's expression is rich and fascinating. As a creature called a woman, we can also say that it has reached a certain ideal.

But he asked his sister for help.

For some reason, I felt reluctant to rely on Sister Lily for this attempt that was going on with the genuine vegetables.

Even so, there's nothing wrong with my sister. It's just that my side is somehow feeling something backward about my sister.

I don't know why. I was wondering myself.

- I spent that dream night again, hugged by your husband.

That is my wish.

I want your husband to hold me. That's all I wish for.

There is no reason why I should feel sorry for my sister there.

It should be.... it should be.

Really, why?

Because of that feeling, which I do not even know, I did not speak to Sister Lily about this attempt I am making.

Sister Lily also feels the subtlety of my feelings around it, you must have noticed that I was doing something with the genuine vegetables, but she pretended not to look at me without daring to touch me.

"If you don't like Mr. Rose, you can't help it."

I have had the opportunity to talk to Mana about this area before. For this reason, even if I rejected the proposal for no reasonable reason, the genuine vegetables accepted it lightly.

"Sorry, genuine vegetables. I am aware that it is effective..."

"You don't have to apologize. I understand how Mr. Rose feels about being backwards."

The genuine vegetables returned pale without looking particularly concerned, as the words said.

They understand my feelings, which I don't even understand.

Thank you. She seemed to have an idea of what this inexplicable backwardness of mine towards Sister Lily was all about.

But she doesn't try to tell me what it is.

Because she knows I don't want it.

Originally, one of the cuts I wanted to fulfill my own desire to 'have your husband hug you' was because I wanted to 'understand people's hearts'. Even so, asking others for answers cheaply regarding feelings in me was a fall of the book.

I have to get answers on my own.

... but it is also true that that, and for that matter, I have pretended to be the advice of the truffles in the corner. I honestly feel sorry for you about this, and I feel sorry for you.

"... excuse me"

"I don't think you need to come up with that much."

Though only a close human could tell that you noticed my insides like that, the genuine vegetables softened your voice.

"You don't have to rush, Mr. Rose will get to the answer soon. If you really want to, you might want to think again about why you want your senior to hug you."

"Why do you want your husband to hug you......?

"Yes. Mr. Rose was hugged by a senior one night, and more than anything else, he was happier than ever, wasn't he? As much as I wish for that again. I wondered where the hell my feelings were coming from and what their source was... if I realized there, Mr. Rose should be able to move forward again"

I can hug you from someone I care about.

I'm glad to hear that. Fun. Happy.

- And I could have guessed right now that this wasn't just that much emotion.

This thought of me wanting to be embraced by your husband, for example, does not require the touch of a refrain pressing his nose against your husband.

If I say so, this thought is pure but not innocent.

This incredible and powerful thought, which even this body, a doll, moves through, is something more complex and strange and delicate.

... I had a feeling.

I wonder if it is only then that this emotion is named that I will know the heart of man in the true sense. And for that I had to keep thinking.

"Okay. I'll take care of it."

"Yes."

To my answer, the real vegetables nodded with a slight but satisfied slack of mouth.

"Let us then decide not to bring Mr Lilli up for consultation on this matter. I will continue to be a teacher."

"It will take a lot of work for the genuine vegetables, thank you"

"I don't think it's a hassle. Because even for me, it's what I like and do. I enjoy taking care of Mr. Rose."

I don't know if that's the dialogue that cares about me or if it's her true intentions. Either way, all I could do was nod and show gratitude to my friend for his good intentions.

"If so, do you want to practice facial expressions while making improvements for the moment?"

"Oh, no."

And when I asked him with the intention of confirmation, the truffle shook his neck beside him.

"I think that's good too, but it's also true that it's going to take some time as it is. I'm going to change my policy a little bit here."

"What do you mean?

"I can understand Mr. Rose's desire to show Mr. Mashima something perfect, but I don't think it's a bad idea to bury the outer moat in the meantime."

"Do you have any ideas?"

The genuine vegetables nodded and asked.

"Have you been able to do what I was asking for before?

"Is that it? Yeah, it's done."

I stood up and walked over to the wall of the cave.

This is what I call it, but there were plenty of 'prototypes I don't know' there.

Since the creation of your husband's "pseudo-Damascus steel sword", I have been prototyping whether I can do anything with these finely crafted tools.

So far, all I've been able to do is just jerk off and I don't see how I can achieve results, but in time, I was just hoping I could make something for your husband to compliment.

"Is this it"

And I picked up that which was in the midst of it, and was rolling, and I handed it to the truffle.

That was a white mask. It's a simple thing with only a glimpse in the eye, no tricks in particular. It was made the other day when the genuine vegetables asked me to make it.

"Well, let's give it a try."

"Try, is it?

"Yes. Don't worry. Mr. Rose doesn't have to do anything. You can count on me for everything."

Such a vegetarian attitude was certainly somewhat enjoyable, as she herself had just said.

As such, a little time passed.

"... perfect"

The real vegetables crushed.

What does it mean to hear a voice sounding different in the cave when you are saying exactly the same thing earlier?

"Vegetables, this is..."

I stood perplexed.

My appearance, which I looked down upon, had changed.

A white garment made by Gabella for Sister Lily enclosed my white-textured doll's body.

This was my first time wearing clothes, but I felt kind of odd.

My doll's body, which I have not built into about the details, but if it were thus wrapped in clothes, it could only be seen as that of a woman from the lines of luxury and body.

A slightly stiff gray 'hair' flows through the jacket covering the slightly raised chest.

This is a careful comb of Fire Fang's tail hair. The slightly habitual hair was done, the sides were long enough to reach the chest and the back was thick and stretched to the waist area.

"I'm a little sorry, but it looks like you'd better hide your face in a mask"

A genuine vegetable that has ever made a literal dressing doll about me puts a mask on my face.

As it turns out, there's a gray-haired woman with a mask on.

Only a slight peek at the tip of my hands and feet indicated that this body of mine was a doll.

"You also need gloves. And shoes."

"Um, real vegetables?

It was time for me to become unbearable and pinch my mouth to the act of the vegetables.

"I'm sorry for what seems like a rare pleasure...... what does this mean"

"Oh. Speaking of which, I didn't explain it yet. Seniors need to see Mr. Rose as a woman, so this is an operation for that."

When he asked me what was going on, the real vegetable answered.

"Until now, I really didn't feel like Mr. Rose was in the category of a woman among seniors. If you're a senior, you'll be able to wear clothes if you're treating women. I think it's better to reform consciousness around here sooner rather than later."

"Ask your husband to see you as a woman...... do you need that?

"I do. Mr. Rose, for example, wouldn't like to be stuck so that Akira or Asarina would, would she?

"I don't hate it..."

But I swallowed up the objection because I thought it was different.

That also means that I tolerated wearing this outfit.

From now on, I will deal with your husband in this outfit. If you think so, anxiety stains out of the back of your chest as soon as possible.

"... Isn't that weird?

"It's okay. So much so that I have a mysterious charm just because I can't see my face. … or"

A genuine vegetable, who had stepped back and looked at me from the top of his head to the tip of his leg, had roughly packed a distance and extended his arm.

"I knew there was something about that that made me anxious, even for Mr. Rose.... It's cute."

I can hug you all the time.

No, is it more correct that they are holding me because of the height difference?

Vegetables have something like a hugging habit. Perhaps, but I am guessing that when some emotion reaches the threshold in her, she will do this impulsively.

Well, even I don't feel bad about being hugged by my friends, so I make them like it.

Besides... maybe this is the wreckage of her, her behavior in the original world that has transferred to this world.

If that's the case, I couldn't have refused her actions as a friend.

"Mr. Rose, she's cute"

Though I'm a little scared because I'm also a flat voice to say what I think.

I would have felt a little more emotional, and I was held by the vegetables for the most part.

"... but you're hard"

"That would be it"

I responded with a slightly shuddered voice to a friend who said the obvious.

The other side of the vegetable, he kept his arms around him and narrowed his eyes to his thoughts.

"… you should also apply your hands to your body"

"And your body?"

"Yes, I've built my face up so far, but that would be a one-handed drop. I knew girls had to be soft."

"No, are you?

No, sir.

I don't think so.

I'm not sure around here, but I guess if the real vegetables say so. I will not put into question there. Originally, it was also genuine that I suggested to bring my face as close to the texture as possible, which I thought should only be done with my heels.

I know her better when it comes to human beings. You would be right to be honest with me. I nodded.

"Okay. I'm going to try it out."

"Good luck. I'm sure it'll still be easier compared to your face."

"What do you think? I'm not too sure."

"Because even if the details are slightly sweet, I don't feel as uncomfortable as my face. I'm sure Mr. Rose's arm can build it without taking too long."

"I hope so. We want to do everything we can."

I nodded heavily at the words of my friend's encouragement, then lifted my head up again.

"Well, now we're going to have a lot of trouble with the genuine vegetables, thank you."

"Yes."

A nodded truffle circles his eyes with no expression.

"... Huh?

I put my hands on the shoulders of the vegetables I was hugging, wondering what was going on.

The guidelines are the same as when you're on your face. I have to ask her to cooperate.

"Huh?"

I'll really take care of the real vegetables.

One day I will have to repay this debt, and I will once again engrave my resolve in my heart.