Monster no Goshujin-sama

31 - Lily Perspective

"... Huh?

A small twinkle came out of my lips.

"Huh?"

Again.

An inner agitation leaves you honestly in the voice, trembling the dark world.

The girl in front of her gazed at me like that to observe.

"Hey, wait a minute"

What have I been told now?

For once, think back and see if I heard it wrong.

I don't care what you think.

Sure, she said "no".

"Why?"

I have fallen far behind.

Make Miho Mizushima return to this world in exchange for his presence.

For her, it shouldn't be a bad deal.

There's no reason to say no.

This situation was unexpectedly good for me when I judged it so.

I was just getting ready, and I suddenly lose myself.

"I don't care what they say."

Seeing me like that, 'Miho Mizushima' gave me a troubled grin.

And that's what he said to overshadow the premise.

"In the first place... I'm not Miho Mizushima"

"Huh...?

Again I have my head turned white.

The girl says to me, in a calm manner.

"What are you surprised about? Miho Mizushima is already dead. It's not natural to be nowhere."

"Yes, but... but!

I managed to recover from my own loss and I said back to her.

"Sure, you're here!

"Hmm. You don't have to worry about me at this point."

The girl who heard my appeal let her neck tilt with a blue and white flame.

"I... right. It's like a wreck."

"Za, what wreckage..."

"The wreckage is the wreckage. Something that just left me with some mistake, something that doesn't fasten the prototype. Miho Mizushima is different."

When I said it was about me, I said it clearly.

A look of dim interest. An unsympathetic tone.

It was clear that she was serious about that.

"And..."

Turning around, the girl had some mean grin on her lips.

"What about the fact that if I get your thoughts, I can use my abilities as a metastatic? Hey, it's only Miho Mizushima's fake, Mr. Slime?

Somehow it was a teasing tone.

"Everything about you is fake, isn't it? Then I guess I just got your thoughts, and I can't express my abilities? 'Cause the thoughts you devote to your dear husband are also fake, anyway, aren't they?

"Sooo..."

Almost reflexively, words followed my mouth out.

"That's not true!

"Right."

The girl smiled at me like that.

Then you shouldn't have disappeared.

It was such a beautiful gentle expression, with the power to take away objections from me.

"You're not a degraded copy of Miho Mizushima. 'Cause there's something just for you right there."

A fingertip stuck out pointed to the center of my chest.

"What the hell am I? Where am I? You were wondering about that. That emotion proves you're there."

So.

The girl said, in a grumpy manner.

"There is no way that I will eat you but a wreck. Instead... you have to eat me. If you want to help Mashima."

"If you want to help your husband...?

"Yeah."

The girl told me, turning the gaze of doubt back to me with an uncontrolled smile.

"Because by doing so, you can get the power Miho Mizushima had as a metastasizer."

"Huh..."

I have lost my word.

That's a possibility I gave up a long time ago.

At the end of the jail time I kept trying without giving up, in the end, it was something I didn't get until today.

Where I was told that would happen, it couldn't be so easy to believe.

"Duh, what do you mean? In the first place, I..."

"It's fake, so you can't handle your inherent abilities?...... yeah. That's not true."

The girl shook her head to the side.

"Well, this is something that Vegetables pointed out before."

"To Kato?

The girl nodded to me, bewildered by unexpected words.

"'Mimic Slime's ability to simulate involves deterioration, but in this case deterioration should be' able but incomplete 'rather than' unable ''. You remember, don't you?

"It's..."

Indeed, that was something that had already been said.

The girl peered into my face with her mouth.

"Did you forget?

"That's not true, but..."

"I never really thought about it?

……

I couldn't deny it.

It's not the limitation of your pseudomorphic abilities as a Mimic Slime, but the possibility that there are other causes.

If you ask me, I never seriously considered that possibility.

That was the first time I realized to myself.

All I could say was that it was a detour.

Were we overlooking that possibility?

No. Like I said, I didn't forget. Even today, I remember something a little.

I just remembered and stopped.

I never went any deeper than that.

I didn't even try to think about it.

Because that's...

"... unconsciously, had given up thinking?

"Well, I guess it's something I can't help it with."

And he let me, stunned, wave the girl of the wreckage, wrapped in a blue and white flame.

"For you, the fact that you're a fake is heavier than anything. There's no point in asking for the cause there."

They tell me to comfort you.

"It's not easy to overcome inferiority."

"... then what is the real cause?

I lowered my brow.

"It was Kato's argument that Miho Mizushima as a transferor should be able to simulate the" qualities that express cheat ability "itself. But in fact, I couldn't."

I feel sorry for myself and ask.

"If there's anything else going on, what is it?

"So it's inferior."

"Huh...?

I gazed at the face of the girl who had become a double copy with a blue and white light, feeling pierced with void.

Because the answer was given back, the words are not well adapted to recognition.

"Shit, inferiority...?

"Yes. Something that you can't easily overcome and unconsciously bind your mind to"

In a tone that bites and includes, the wreckage girl said.

"In a way, I don't think there's ever been a stronger emotion."

"So you're saying that your inferiority was unconsciously preventing you from activating your abilities?

"See, Warrior, what makes a person unconsciously confident that they're special? It's the same thing."

"... if unsubstantiated confidence leads to power, isn't it strange that well-founded mistrust holds back power?

"That sort of thing"

The girl snorted.

"Unfounded confidence isn't generally a bad thing, is it? It's like the privilege of a child. On the contrary, it sounds good to say you can give up your minutes, but it can also take away the possibilities if you go too far"

"Is that... me now?

A sense of inferiority towards myself as a monster that is only a dispute.

Oh. Surely she's right, I've always been obsessed with the thought that I might not be worthy next to your husband in my chest.

I couldn't even wipe away the complex against myself when I overcame the anxiety that one day I would be unable to be beside your husband on the night I spent at Fort Chilea.

That finally became an obstacle when I came here and got stuck.

That's what this is all about.

"It's only the wreckage, because I'm here, and half of it is because of those parts of you, right?

To the voice of the girl, I raised my gaze, which I had not known to drop.

"You were inferior to the real Miho Mizushima. Because she was human. I should be next to Mashima-kun because I thought he wasn't the monster himself. I was jealous, jealous, and there was no way I could make such a good person... so unconsciously, you rejected the existence of Miho Mizushima. As a result, I'm the one who left behind."

The girl, who called herself the wreckage, put her hand on her chest.

"Otherwise, I, like all other souls, would have left no form, and would have melted in thee. Otherwise, I'm like" leftovers. "

I joked, tickled and she made me laugh.

"It's the same reason you couldn't simulate Miho Mizushima's unique abilities. You were in a trial and error trying to get close to Miho Mizushima somehow. At the same time, however, he rejected the existence of Miho Mizushima in the depths of his mind, which he could not even grasp. Doesn't that make sense if you can't use her abilities?

That's what I said, and now I'm going to reach over here with the hand I was putting on my chest.

"So you have to eat me, the 'leftovers'. If I say so, I am a wreck, because I am like a symbol of being, Miho Mizushima, whom you have rejected."

……

I can't feel a lie in the words I've been told.

My instinctive part was also affirming her words.

"There's nothing hard to think about. Just put what's supposed to be back where it should be. I will melt in you and disappear, and your fiction will be complete."

In an outstretched hand, I dropped my eyes.

Take this hand and you will have the means to help your husband.

That's all I get, that's all I ever wanted.

There was no reason to hesitate.

"... ok"

I also reached out to her.

A red flame wrapped around my arms stretches out into darkness.

A blue and white flame, the girl herself that it was a wreck, was the light that illuminated where I was going.

Its blue-white flames, which shake quietly, just wait for when they swallow...

"... what's wrong?

A strange voice shook the darkness.

……

I was holding my outstretched hand.

I don't know why myself.

There should be nothing to hesitate about, but my hands didn't move like they were frozen.

I felt like I was missing something... something.

Don't miss something.

That certainty kept my body in place.

Raising the gaze I was dropping, I saw the face of the girl in front of me.

What was there was a gentle smile.

It was the expression of one who carved some readiness deeply into his heart.

"Ah."

I was raising my voice low.

Behind his head, there was a sound of hedging and puzzle pieces fitting.

When I realized it, I was holding the hand I was stretching.

The girl looks a little surprised by this move.

And I shook my hand, which I had drawn back, before my chest, in small measure.

I had to make sure.

"... I just want to ask you one thing."

Open your mouth slowly.

"You just said, 'Half of what I have left like this is due to my inferiority,' right?

"What's wrong with that?

To the girl who tilted her neck, I asked.

"So what about the 'other half'?

――

The way she was poked at the void, the girl solidifies.

Convinced of that reaction, I continued.

"The inferiority to the real Mizushima Miho I had caused her to refuse to exist. Because of this, the wreckage called you…" Leftovers "thus remained. You said that, didn't you?

"Ugh, yeah. Yeah, but."

"But that's all, I guess it's a little strange. Because my pseudo abilities, before anything else, must be eaten first. Eat Miho Mizushima, mock it, love your husband... then finally, I can be jealous of her"

If it's easy to understand in a nutshell... the chronology is strange.

"At the time of eating, I can't be jealous. Then I won't refuse Miho Mizushima. There's no such thing as" leftovers. "

……

"It's weird that there's no other reason there."

'Another Reason' she never dared speak of.

That must have been the 'other half reason' that the girl in front of me accidentally said earlier.

"Around there, could you let me hear it?

I stepped in and asked.

Then the girl pulled in the hand she was reaching this way.

"Hmm."

Small, the groaning of indignation rose.

"This is a bit, I think my mouth slipped"

The look on the girl's face pointing her lips seemed somewhat undecided.

I scratched my cheek with a pulled hand, maybe it was a trick to mislead my embarrassment.

"You know what? Do I have to tell you that?

"Because it's necessary"

I looked straight back into her eyes.

……

The same face as mine turns to the side, and his eyes are diverted.

I do not turn away.

So, a few seconds.

"... because your husband wanted to."

You realised that you wouldn't be able to reveal yourself like this, sighed like you'd given up, and the girl returned the answer.

"Mashima-kun wanted to clear Miho Mizushima's thoughts. So it never disappeared quickly either. That's all I'm saying."

On the side of the girl who said so, there was a soldering grin.

"Oh well."

I also exhaled as I looked at her side like that.

"I knew it."

For it was the answer as I expected.

What could have been predicted here was also a natural story.

Because I am the only one who fulfilled your husband's unconscious desire to "clear Miho Mizushima's thoughts" in the first place.

I could vividly recall what happened that day when I ate Miho Mizushima's body.

I won't forget, it's about the night I spent in that mountain hut.

I was bound to your master.

I accepted him for the first time and loved each other.

But I wasn't the only one who was bound to him then.

That's why she stays here like this.

And this is how she's trying to disappear here, again, for the same reason.

When I realized that, my heart was determined.

"I will not eat thee"

"Heh...?

The girl who names the wreckage looked back and looked at me.

"Hey, why...?

And I answered, looking back upon her in a bewilderment.

"For thou art about to do the same as I do"

Once I realized it, it was to an extent that I could easily understand.

Until now, I have hardly felt Miho Mizushima in me.

Nevertheless, I guess that wasn't because she was gone, it was just pulling into me.

If you think about it like that, it's not even a verse that comes to mind.

She has always been in me.

Why did she bother to show her face like this?

No, it was decided.

"This is how you showed up before me to protect your husband, isn't it?

For him who was once bound, saved, and loved each other, she is about to disappear.

Yes, everything was just like me.

So I could understand the inside of it too.

"You have feelings for your husband, don't you?

"... eh"

"If you think it's okay to disappear because of that thought, even if you're nothing more than a wreck, that thought is never a wreck."

A breathtaking girl covered her mouth with both hands.

In the space of darkness, her complexion, transformed into a blue and white flame, is indistinguishable, but I think maybe she blushed badly.

I continued, feeling her attitude like such a cute one.

"Just because you're only a wreck doesn't mean you can disappear."

I will return to her, who is about to do the same as I do, the words sent by herself almost intact.

"... what is it. Are you going to pay me back?

"I wonder"

I lowered my eyebrows and laughed a little at her, telling her to be obstinate, I think.

In the first place, is she really, really just a wreck of Miho Mizushima?

I think maybe, but I don't know the truth.

Now I'm glad to hear that.

"Thanks to you, I remember something important. I am a family member of your husband, and I love him, and if I am, I cannot be proud of him."

It was something she pointed out to me in front of me.

What the hell am I? Where am I?

What I had lost sight of myself so much, but could boast that I was mine, was certainly in this breast.

"I've always seen your husband beside me. He said he'd get over it, where he was weak, where he was suffering."

Just think of it, just put it out in your mouth and talk, and your mind is tempted.

That's how much I like him.

I'm in love. I love you.

So you strongly desire to be who he deserves.

"I am only an ugly monster wherever I go. I can't be human. To myself like that, I have a complex, and it is now stuck as an obstacle. Then I'll have to get over it."

Like your husband who once survived trauma.

That was what your husband deserved.

To do this, I can't believe I'm picking a cheap choice.

"I will not eat thee."

Again, I proclaimed.

A real girlfriend, an object of inferiority to me of fake. Or the wreckage.

With her disappearing, the problem will certainly disappear again.

But that's over the complex and not essentially equals.

"It's not like I can eat it."

Even if I disappear myself, who was upset by the inferiority that I was only an ugly fake, the problem would still be obliterated.

But this is also far from the essence again.

"Don't let one disappear. After we both stayed, I had to accept your presence."

Let's thank her from the bottom of our hearts for not disappearing, for her husband who wished her not to disappear.

Thanks to this I am able to overcome my inferiority.

Had I not been able to face her in this way, which is real, I might have remained inferior for the rest of my life.

I might not have been the person your husband deserved.

Accepting her presence from the front.

It was also about acknowledging yourself as an ugly monster.

"This is my choice."

I reached out to the girl in front of me.

"... are you sure?

The pounding and the girl snapped.

It's about her who reputed herself as a wreck.

I must not have dreamed this would happen.

Shaking eyes were reflecting about me.

In his eyes, he may also see about me, turned into a red flame, a light that guides him.

Such appearances were indeed very similar to mine.

No. Do I look more like her?

That, after all, didn't matter anymore.

"Even if I'm with you, okay?

Terrified to ask, my hand was raised.

In his hand I put my own hand together.

Fingers and fingers intertwined.

Blue and red flames mix together.

And packed the distance, and I set my forehead with her.

"Ah..."

"Let's go together. Your husband's waiting for you."

Soul and soul intertwined.

That must have been an unlikely mix.

Red and blue lights exchanged without eating each other.

The newborn purple flame thus began to illuminate the endless darkness with an unprecedented strong glow.