Monster no Goshujin-sama

30 - Lily Perspective

... What am I doing?

In the darkness that spread everywhere, floating with one knee, I asked myself.

Your husband is fighting a decisive battle against Jun Takaya, who grabbed me.

If it is true, I must protect your master, but rather because of me, he is a feather that exposes himself to danger.

My dear sisters and their bodies are not tired of hurting me, but they are trying to get me back.

In those circumstances, I was the only one who could do nothing.

I couldn't help myself like that.

Because the magic tools that bind me were not such that I could do something with my power.

Once fitted, at the end of the day, considerable strength was needed to break that commandment.

I couldn't get away with the Gerbera class anyway.

I couldn't do anything.

Nothing......

So how long would you have been sinking into thought?

Here, I'm sure, the concept of time makes no sense.

For me now, it was like a place to bite my worries, my suffering, my helplessness all by myself.

"What's going on?

There should be no one else, in such a space, signs abruptly appeared.

I lifted up the face that I had leaned over.

It was one girl in front of me.

In the darkness where there was no one but me until just now, she turns to me with her flax hair as if drifting underwater.

I saw her face like that... and I put a dry grin on the edge of my lips wondering if she had finally come.

"... you were too late"

"Is that it? Aren't you surprised?

"I didn't know it would come, what I thought it would come"

And I answered her concisely, saying with an unexpected voice,

"You mean I expected it?

"Yeah, well."

It was clear that this was the one thing that connected me to the strange dream I had a while ago.

At the same time, it was easy to guess that this was not just a dream.

"Because I had heard from your husband before about what happened when he regained the heart of Mr. Silan, who had become a ghoul"

When trying to save Mr. Silan's mind, your husband said he saw an incredible space.

What I was experiencing was exactly the same phenomenon that your husband had been hearing about.

I can also imagine how this is happening, for the most part.

Between me and him there is a path that is a magical connection.

Maybe that's what caused it.

Am I distracted by this space, which I guess derives from your master's unique abilities, through the path?

Or is this space what Path and we call it?

Though I don't know the strict thing...... in any case, only that this place is not just a pointless dream was for sure.

If so, it is also unlikely that she is in front of you, such as an illusion in a dream.

"You... Miho Mizushima, right?

With certainty I inquired.

That was the hang-up.

"... Huh!?

And he made a noise, and my body burned up.

At the same time, the girl's body in front of her also turned into a flame.

Soon we were two lights in the dark.

However, there was a decisive difference in the flames that we ourselves are.

It was the red flame that surrounded me, whereas it was the blue and white flame that was coming from Miho Mizushima's body.

It seemed to indicate that me and her were decidedly different beings, and I was behind my chest feeling my comatose emotions wander.

"Yeah."

With his hands in front of him, he looked down seriously at his body, which had become a blue-white swinging flame and a double copy, and then "Miho Mizushima" turned his gaze to me again.

"I'm Miho Mizushima. Why, did you think that?

An uncontrolled smile can be turned

It is pure interest that is in my eyes that reflect my appearance.

It's a girl of that nature.

A girl curious, bright and liked by everyone.

I knew her nature so well that I had worn her skin.

"This is supposed to be a space where only your husband and his family can visit, right? Isn't it strange that there's Miho Mizushima at your place?

"That's not true."

I waved for the first time.

"Jun Takaya, you said? Miho Mizushima is inside me. If I could come here, it wouldn't be weird for you to be in me."

I could not deny the words of pure Takaya then.

Because if he was crazy, he would have spotted the truth.

In me, Miho Mizushima does survive.

In fact, it was evidence of this that appeared in front of me.

For example, what does that mean?

It must have had something to do with my peculiar abilities as Mimic Slime.

"I was wondering. My pseudo abilities reproduce all of the subject. For example, even Fire Fang's flaming brace attack, I can simulate. But this can't be normal."

I recall what Mr. Siran was saying to your husband one night during his journey from Fort Chile to the trading city of Serratta, in a pioneering village.

"The peculiar ability of a monster is what is created by the magic inherent in that monster. No creature with magic can have a magic flow inherent in a species and reproduce it by anything but its monsters. So another monster or human cannot reproduce the peculiar abilities of a monster"

Even ghouls that change from humans have different patterns of magic than the original humans.

So, although Mr. Siran was in a state of fear when it came to your husband's magic being the same as Garbera's... there is a fact that you two overlooked at that time.

I was listening to the story beside me, and I'm the exception.

"I can use the abilities of other monsters that I shouldn't otherwise be able to use. That means we can reproduce the magic flow inherent in other monsters. But that's not normally possible. Then how can I do that..."

That's the trait of being a monster, so it was a little unbelievable to clean it up with.

Nevertheless, to this day I have had no answer to this question.

Even humans didn't know what was going on with their bodies until they opened their bodies stomachs and examined them in detail.

It was the same thing.

By touching the presence of Miho Mizushima inside me, I was able to understand for the first time what kind of creature I was.

"Magic is what dwells in the soul. Something that overflows and flows from your soul. Each monster has its own soul cage, so the magic that flows out of it is also unique. If so, there are two ways to change your magic. 'Change the very way your soul is' like a ghoul... or 'bring magic from elsewhere' like your husband who gained the magic of Gabella"

In your husband's case, magic was flowing from the soul of Gabella via its peculiar and inherent ability, the Pass.

What then of my case?

"Miho Mizushima" in front of me was the answer.

"The essence of my abilities... is to collect souls."

Perhaps what we call the soul will remain in the flesh for a while without misting the space immediately after death.

In a land of intense magic, this residual soul will be transformed, settled in the flesh, and a monster called Ghoul will occur.

Before, your husband touched Mr. Silan's flesh, which had become a ghoul, and he was able to regain her heart, which had lost its reason, other than because the soul that dwelt in that flesh belonged to Mr. Silan.

Also, I guess that's why monsters eating each other brings greater magic enhancement than just knocking them down.

That is a phenomenon that occurs because it is directly absorbing the magic that was supposed to be misty as it was by taking in the soul that was left over from the flesh.

However, in my case, which is Mimic Slime, the story is slightly different.

Instead of absorbing the predatory soul as a magic, you're preserving part of it in yourself as it is.

That's the racial trait of Mimic Slime.

The idiosyncratic ability that I can handle through my simulations is the use of magic flowing from the soul that I have thus preserved in myself.

For it also makes sense that I can reproduce the pattern of magic that is inherently specific to the species.

More importantly, the presence of the girl in front of him was also explained.

Undisputed, she is nothing more than Miho Mizushima herself.

And that fact, to me, was also the gospel.

"Miho Mizushima"

I spoke to Miho Mizushima, who burns blue and white.

"I'm sure I have to say I'm sorry to you. Because I've stripped you of your existence."

……

"So I know I'm out of line to ask for this. But I really need to ask you something."

"Please?"

I nodded at her tilting my neck.

"I need your husband to help me."

Hearing my words, 'Miho Mizushima' turned his eyes round.

"Mashima-kun?

"Yeah. Your husband's fighting Jun Takaya right now, isn't he?

"I know that..."

Apparently 'Miho Mizushima', to some extent, grasps the situation in which we are placed.

It's quick and helpful. I kept talking.

"Jun Takaya was originally a warrior with excellent combat skills, and then he woke up to his inherent abilities. Somehow, your husband had 'Weiwaten' on his side, but the bottom line of Takaya's purity since he was cornered was clearly beyond his grasp. If you stay like this, your husband will be killed not far away."

Now is the time to eat, but it is not strange when such a contour situation is decided.

"So you want me to help Mashima-kun?

There was a bitter smile in the mouth of the blue-white burning girl.

"That's a lot more unscrupulous to say again."

"I don't think you're impotent."

"It's impotent. What the hell can Miho Mizushima do when she's dead?

"I can do it."

I assure you.

I slowly opened my mouth against Miho Mizushima, who looked surprised.

"In me there are many souls. Including myself. However, when I see where I can't see him, this is how he keeps his shape, let alone his willingness to be separate from mine, sounds like a pretty rare case... but still, it's not zero"

"What's wrong with that?

"Don't know? There are two willing souls in me. Then you wouldn't have to be me, would you?

On the poor face of the girl, the emotions of understanding and surprise spread.

"... you, no way"

"Yeah."

Nodding, I told.

"I will give you all of mine. That way you can go back to that world."

Using my presence, I bring a transferee named Miho Mizushima back to this world.

That was the 'hope' that I found in the presence of her.

"What do you think? I don't think this is a bad story for you, either."

"You..."

I guess I just didn't expect this.

After a long silence, "Miho Mizushima" opened his mouth.

"... as you can do that, what do you want Miho Mizushima to do?

"Just like I said. I want you to help your husband."

"I can't do that. You forgot? Miho Mizushima had to die because she had no power whatsoever. I can't help Mashima-kun when I get back."

"Yeah. That's not true."

I shook my head to the side.

"Because you're a metastatic. It has enormous power in it."

"No, it wouldn't make sense to stay hidden. Okay? Miho Mizushima wasn't awakening her abilities as a metastatic.... Yeah, I couldn't do that"

"I needed it for that, because I didn't have a wish from the depths of my soul?

"Oh, my God, I don't know."

With a small exhale, 'Miho Mizushima' shrugged her shoulders.

"In the first place, everyone should have woken up to their intrinsic abilities if they were the kind of force that makes it easy for an ordinary person to wake up. To be clear, the person who has awakened from the beginning is merely an idiot, a hero, or a monster. Most people who woke up along the way wanted to escape despair."

In addition, a larger sigh than earlier.

Maybe she thought of someone.

The blue-white flames around the girl were rocking by and by as if they represented the inside.

"Only a handful of humans may have gained power in search of hope... but those are the only really strong ones. Miho Mizushima didn't. That's why he died. I guess that would have been different if I had strong feelings like you to throw out all my existence for Mashima-kun."

Her voice sounded somewhere envious... and I laughed unexpectedly.

"Ha. I can't do this."

Shake Kabuli.

"I don't know, should I say in the past that I couldn't"

"You..."

"I've been trying."

A person's body is more than just a disguise, it's a body that doesn't need to sleep.

After your husband fell asleep, I don't know how many times there was a thorough night and a prolonged trial and error.

I tried more than I could count and failed by just the same number.

Still, I kept trying and couldn't get it done until today.

That's why I couldn't help but understand.

"There's something I can't reach, fake."

I put my hand before my eyes.

It wasn't my own, it was my own hand.

It's not just the hands.

This face, body, hair, legs, everything was nothing but a pseudo-invented fake.

"Where I inclined my thoughts, I did not deserve them. Haha. That's not what I knew from the beginning."

I knew I couldn't do it myself, but I could do my best for your husband.

I tried, but I still couldn't.

This was just that, of course, everywhere, a cruel story.

"That's why I entrust it to the real deal."

"Entrust?"

To my words, 'Miho Mizushima' raised a voice of doubt.

"But as I said earlier..."

"Miho Mizushima doesn't have the power to fight? Yeah. That's not true."

I shook my head loosely.

'Cause there's nothing I can do to keep your power hidden'

"What is that...?

"I told you, didn't I?" I will give you all of mine. "

I smiled.

"Naturally, even my emotions will be taken with me."

The love that scorches my chest, and the love that I can't help.

All of this crazy emotion is in the hands of the real thing.

"We're redeeming ourselves for our existence. I'm not gonna let you tell me I don't have enough thoughts."

The real Miho Mizushima doesn't have enough thoughts.

I'm not qualified to be a fake.

Then you just have to put those two together.

Reason is supremely simple, all you need is readiness.

Now we have all the conditions to help your husband.

"... that's it. But you want to help Mashima-kun?

"Miho Mizushima" in front of me has asked me to confirm.

"You're gonna lose everything, aren't you? Still..."

"Never mind."

Without hesitation, I answered.

"No, it's not natural."

At the expense of my presence, Miho Mizushima returns to this world.

Keeping my thoughts as the only one left behind, her ability as a metastasizer is liberated.

I will lose everything of myself, but only my lord, who is more important than himself, will not have to lose it.

I can't do anything. I can make it a fake, this is the only thing.

There couldn't be any regret.

"So, please. Help your husband."

……

"Miho Mizushima," which became a double copy with a blue and white light, pressed his finger against his mouth and often contemplated it.

But this is a suggestion that she doesn't seem to have much choice.

"... I got the story."

In the end, she nodded one thing.

A smile can be pointed at to reassure this one.

Oh, now I know that my readiness has been rewarded.

Your husband was no more relieved, convinced that he would be saved.

"Come on, eat me"

So I urged her to be calm.

"I refuse."

- Miho Mizushima told me to freeze my thoughts.