Monster no Goshujin-sama

25 - Lily Perspective

- So I woke up.

"Mm-hmm... ugh"

There was a meaningless groan.

My consciousness is cloudy.

It was a feeling I remember.

This, yes. Unique when the pseudo-cerebral marrow is destroyed, the interruption of consciousness - …….

"Oh, you're up. Sister Miho."

"... Huh!?

I jumped - like, out of balance.

"Wow!?

sounds like something properly stiff can rub. I can't move my arm for some reason.

My body movement was inhibited by my thoughts, and I lost my posture.

"Hey, it's dangerous."

- On the verge of a fall, I was held by someone.

"Totally. Be careful. I'm going to keep an eye on you. Still, just in case."

A caring boy's voice hits his ear.

And as it was done, yet again I was sat on the ground.

"Eh."

Confused by sleeping happenings.

The first thing that came to mind to me like that - was the extremely common sense idea that I had to thank you first for being helped where I was about to fall.

"Oh, thanks..."

But I could not finish my thanksgiving.

"... what, this?

It was because I realized what I was doing, with multiple chains wrapped around my arms.

Reflectively, I put my strength into my arms.

The ring-shaped parts of the chain made a noise of jagged ear damage.

That was all.

If it doesn't break, it doesn't distort, it doesn't even loosen.

"Well then...!

By solving the pseudo and returning to the body of the amorphous slime, he tries to escape the commandments of the chain.

I couldn't.

"Duh, why?

What you normally do is impossible for some reason.

So I realized late.

"This chain...... magic tools?

Perhaps the effect is something like restraint/weakening of the wound subject.

In retrospect, even when I tried to pull a thousand chains, I was strangely powerless.

I thought it would draw blood.

Because I now understand physically that I am just a little girl.

"Are you..."

And I laid eyes upon him that would be the cause of all.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Miho?"

A boy in a frivolously torn and rubbed off uniform was looking down at this one.

At first glance, he looks like a stray child, but he has no uncleanness.

The uniform was also small and beautiful like a chisel, and the sword that fell back on his waist and so on was a chiseled outfit just because he could see it was obviously expensive.

Exactly. They usually wear a coat from this top, but now the coat was spread and placed under my buttocks that sat down.

"You look weird. Did you forget about me?

The boy said at a joking rate.

In fact, it was a face I found out about.

To be precise, it was the face in my memory of Miho Mizushima.

"... Takaya, pure"

Make Miho Mizushima childhood friendly, Warrior with cheats.

To ask the First Expeditionary Corps for help, there was a boy who single-breached the woods and reached Fort Ebenus.

"How could you...?

"I don't like it, sister. Such other manners."

I scratched my cheek, Takaya said.

"As always, call me pure."

……

Of course, there was no way I could call you.

Honestly, I couldn't grasp the situation at all.

The confusion of consciousness has already subsided. Yet all I could remember was until the moment I walked the mountain and joined your husband.

I don't know after that. If you noticed, you were being held here.

What the hell happened there?

What happened to me?

More importantly, is your husband safe...

"Ah! Hit me, sister. Are you mad at me for being left alone in that mountain hut?

Takaya talks to me without realizing how confused I am.

"I'm sorry I made you feel uneasy. I did my best."

with the kind of voice that enjoys this conversation.

Backed by intimacy, mix in just a little bit of obstinacy.

My condition restrained in chains, as if I hadn't even seen it.

……

As always, I have no idea what the situation is...

This reaction, this statement, this attitude.

Don't Takaya realize I'm not Miho Mizushima?

Because... this could be a chance.

I cringed my throat.

Maybe we can pull some information from Jun Takaya about what happened while he was unconscious.

I restrained my inner agitation and opened my dry lips.

"... I'd like to ask you something."

"Mm-hmm. What?

Takaya smiled and tilted her neck.

It was an open-minded attitude that said I was just happy to be talked to.

……

In a far-fetched way, for a moment I have lost sight of the words from which I should continue.

"Ask me anything, Miho."

The warm favor shown by Pure Takaya was not directed at me.

It was directed at a girl who was no longer in the world.

The happier he seemed, the more amused he was, the less fondness he would lose for losing his way to the other side was felt in the vain, and I lost my word.

"Sister?"

"-"

I returned to me the call of the high house with a strange face.

No, not now, not if you're thinking about something extra.

There's a lot to be sure of.

In front of you, we need to focus.

Shaking off my sentiments, I switched my head.

Ask again.

"... why am I here?

"Ah. That? Well, I'm curious."

Jun Takaya replied with an unchanging smile.

"Because I slapped my sword into your sister's head."

"Become..."

I was stunned by the confession of a crime spoken of like nothing.

"Did it hurt? But I'm sorry. But if you don't, it looks like your sister won't pass out."

I woke up. At that time, it was Jun Takaya here who was in front of me in captivity.

At that point, it was certain first and foremost that he was the one who restrained me, or a part of it.

And the fact that I was losing my mind, which is Mimic Slime, is likely to have taken a lot of damage that made me unconscious.

If you honestly think about it, it means you got an unintentional blow from Pure Takaya.

But I rather thought he might have used some special restraint magic tool.

As much as I thought so, his attitude toward me was full of love.

"You, do you know...?

As confusion remained, I asked.

"I know, of course"

Only in a mild tone, Takaya replied.

"Sister, you were eaten by a slime. But that body belongs to Slime."

As I stared at the boy in front of me, I ceased to carry on two sentences.

- Miho Mizushima is dead.

- I also took her body in.

- That I am a monster who borrowed Miho Mizushima's appearance.

Jun Takaya knows everything.

Then he treats me as Miho Mizushima.

That's inconsistent.

... is broken.

I didn't know how this happened...

Rather, because it must have been something I could understand more than anyone living in this world right now.

In me I remember Miho Mizushima, who died.

Even memories with Jun Takaya, who is a childhood trainer, naturally are included there.

The album of memory is badly degraded from the limitations of my pseudo-abilities, with the colors seeping and the contours obscured, and a few percent of the pages missing.

Still, I knew Miho Mizushima preferred childhood tampering named Jun Takaya.

That was something different from the pale, sweet emotions that the boy became as he grew up.

But there was a special familiarity there for those who had spent time from an early age.

To my mind, Miho Mizushima must have been a wise girl.

I was aware that the pale emotions that Jun Takaya had in her chest were only a mixture of her special familiarity with childhood training and her yearning for older women.

Jun Takaya's failure to make it through to the confession, in a way, can also be described as evidence that her speculation had hit her.

Takaya's first love, breaking up her relationship as a childhood tamer, didn't have enough mass to seem... If life continued as it was, it could have turned into a bitter first love memory sooner or later.

But it didn't.

The transition to different worlds, like many others, twisted their future.

You'll never get home again.

I can't even see my family.

On the contrary, he's killed by the monster that's coming at him, and I'm not sure if he has tomorrow's life.

It was the difference in degree, everyone and he were all cornered.

Jun Takaya was one of them.

Miho Mizushima's known pure Takaya was childish and messy, which is why he was a boy with young brittleness.

In the end, he will seek the backbone of his spirit in his pale first love.

Miho Mizushima couldn't say anything while he noticed such a change in him.

Because I understood that was what he needed.

I can work hard for someone else.

The only way to do that is to stay decent.

Because it was for someone I liked, Jun Takaya was also indulged in the loneliness and pain of crossing the tree sea alone.

So, when Miho Mizushima, the subject, died without a scratch, his heart also lost all of its support.

All he sees in his eyes is what he wants to see.

"Sister Miho won't give it to you. Never again, to anyone."

For a lonely twinkle, there was a dark fever.

"Pleasure, sister. That's all I have right now."

Kacha and the sword on the hips of the high house make a noise.

So I felt a faint smell of iron rust on my nostrils.

Normally I would have noticed a strange odor right away by Fire Fang's sense of smell.

The smell of blood and organs.

I looked back and breathed.

"Become... Lie"

A short distance from where we are was exactly the sight to be called the Corpse Mountain Blood River.

Lots of monster carcasses scattered around.

How many dozen are there? It is true that the Kittles Mountains are secluded and monster-rich lands, but an unusual number were nevertheless dead.

As far as I can tell, Takaya purely doesn't have any noticeable injuries either.

No matter how cheesy Warrior it was, it felt unusual.

... hey, is that the sword?

If that's some special magic tool, it's possible...

"I'm stronger."

Jun Takaya speaks to me when he turns to me.

Warmth for just one and absolute zero degrees of cruelty for anything else, with a back-to-back smile.

"So you can rest assured, sister. Because whoever comes, I'm not giving you my sister."

Hearing the murderous voice, I remembered the war.

... Your husband is in danger.

Your husband's combat power has been greatly diminished due to the battle with 'Weiwaten' just before. Still, your husband must somehow make a win and come after me for being caught.

But if we hadn't been able to properly estimate Takaya's pure power, that chance would also be broken. For example, if you don't know about that sword, it's likely that your husband will be turned back.

"Wait. Jun Takaya"

You can't forgive me for that.

I will surely stare at the smiling boy.

"I'm not Miho Mizushima. I'm Lily. Your childhood friend Miho Mizushima is already dead."

I was aware that this was a dangerous statement.

First, I don't know if Takaya can admit Miho Mizushima's death.

And even if I admit it, this time for Takaya, I'm the monster who took away his precious human appearance. Whatever they do, it's not weird.

Even if he doesn't, he doesn't know what will ignite and explode when he lacks the equilibrium of spirit.

If you think only of your own safety, this was a far-fetched statement.

Still, it was much better than your husband being in danger.

"Dead? Your sister?"

Jun Takaya turned off his smile and stared at me.

My skin pops in my emotionless wax doll plated gaze... I don't mind. Continued.

"Yeah. Miho Mizushima isn't here anymore. Your wish to protect her won't come true."

Never again, ever.

A boy named Jun Takaya will never be rewarded.

……

What did he feel before the cruel fact?

Or didn't you feel it?

The silent time was felt long, but the truth is, it was probably about ten seconds at best.

"... right. Miho, your sister is already dead."

Chun Takaya and Pompy snapped.

"Here's a monster who could eat your sister's body."

He was a vain voice, like a cold spine.

I guess I will be beheaded the moment I cease to be Miho Mizushima in the boy in front of me.

Jun Takaya told me that he was so sure.

"But what's wrong with that?

The death sentence I was prepared to pronounce - it wasn't.

Or didn't my story make sense.

"You're Miho's sister."

"... Huh?

And I lifted up the voices that fell between them, and looked up at the high house.

There, there was another smile.

There was unconditional favor.

And there was a clear and pure certainty.

"......"

Like a scream, the exhalation leaked.

At this moment, for the first time, I remembered to the boy in front of me - not sadness or pity, but a clear fear of the madness that dwells in his eyes.

"I know what you look like."

The eyes of the tall house overlooking this one do not match the presence of me, even though they reflect my appearance.

But that's why, when it comes to him not seeing anything, he wasn't.

The eyes of a lunatic who only sees what he wants to see, is that why he captured what he would normally not see?

More behind me, the essence of it was certainly clear to Jun Takaya.

"Dead? Eaten? So what's the matter? Sure, Miho has a sister here. I know that."

"Chi, no. I..."

"Deny it? Then let me give you an answer. If Miho's not the one here, what do you mean?

The question thrown by Jun Takaya was a very simple one.

But when I heard it, my lips froze unexpectedly.

What am I?

I've never thought about it before.

It was an inquiry that poked at the very essence of my being.

My pseudomorphic ability, which is Mimic Slime, reproduces all of the subject.

Regardless of the deterioration, it is almost equal to the deprivation of the very existence of the subject.

Your husband placed restrictions on the exercise of such my abilities.

For at the same time it also meant erosion against me itself.

But if it is... what the hell is' I 'that is eroded there?

I have already devoured the willing others.

Of course, Miho Mizushima is nothing else.

The impact is evident there.

For example, I have been preparing meals for your masters for a long time.

Rose, who has the ability to make magic tools, had as much else to do, and by the time I was suspicious of Mr. Kato, I couldn't let her cook.

But even as I step into the human world through the sea of trees, I continue to take charge of my own meals, if I so desire, during my journey.

Because I want your husband to eat something delicious.

Because I'm enjoying my job of cooking.

But such a girly sensibility... fulfill, whose is it?

For example, the conversation just before Yuna Iino arrived.

For our families, your master is everyone's master. I understand what your husband cares about, but I don't want to be chosen as the only companion.

... but to put this the other way around.

Even though I have a sense of being a family member, I am the only one who understands your husband's romantic views, which my family does not understand.

In me there is certainly a part of Miho Mizushima.

But if so, where am I myself?

In the first place, who am I, what?

... I don't know.

I had no idea what I was.

"... looks like the break is over."

Jun Takaya crushed something.

And when I thought, he held me aside.

"Geez."

"I thought you were coming after me. I'm not giving you my sister."

In my ear, which I accidentally closed my eyes, I hear the pure voice of Takaya, who stripped away his animosity.

When I opened my eyes, the sight beyond the rolling monster's corpse entered my sight.

"......"

There he was, a double-headed wolf.

And he was a boy dirty in mud and blood, spanning its back.

"Lily will have it back."

The sharp eye of the boy who proclaimed it gently loosened only the moment he moved on to me.

"... your husband"

A trembling lip, my heart, called him dear.