Monster no Goshujin-sama

Sixteen.

The door to the room was opened with the impetus of a hinge that could fly.

Surprised, I accidentally find myself.

It was Gabella who walked into the room with her bright white hair, without noticing my reaction.

Something's wrong.

The otherwise clear white face turned bright red, and it was obvious at first glance that it was in a state of excitement.

Honestly, I'm a little scared.

"Duh, what's up, Gabella? Go pick some vegetables with the innkeeper..."

"Lord. Lord Rose told me, is it true that you can leave the inn tomorrow?

In ignoring my question, Gabella asked.

Or does this feel like you can't afford to answer?

Although it is usual that we cannot afford it.

What the fuck.

If so, is it the usual?

When I thought about it, I calmed down a little.

From what I've seen, they're not particularly in imminent danger or anything.

Guess from the situation, apparently I just got back from picking mountain vegetables and I heard from Rose at the inn table about the progress of the work, etc.

So, I don't know why I'm in such a hurry.

"True, I'm leaving tomorrow"

"... right"

When I answered, Gabella bent her mouth.

Is there anything wrong with leaving tomorrow?

As I looked in doubt, Gabella turned her back to this side of the circle and closed the door, which was open.

Sprinkle.

"No, wait. Why are you closing the key?

Gabella, who looks back at me, doesn't answer.

As usual, I looked at Asalina, who was barely comparing me to Gabella, with a look I couldn't afford.

"It's Asalina. Will you leave me alone for a moment? The concubine has a few words with the Lord."

Quick to say, or she walked over here.

I don't know what it is, but I had a strange temper.

Asarina pulled in, and I was overwhelmed.

"Hey, Gabella. What's wrong with you?

"Really? Exactly, yesterday, I haven't slept with you all day, so there might be something a little weird. Forgive me there."

... Not asleep?

Gabella should have been lying in the same room as me.

"For the convenience of the room, even though we had no choice, it's the same room as the Lord's, and it's just you and me, right? There's no way a concubine can sleep."

……

I know what you're trying to say, but what about bragging about that?

"I want you to praise your self-control for not pushing you down."

"Isn't that the opposite of the dialogue between a man and a woman?

I groan, and Gabella marches straight ahead.

But it's in a small room.

We can't keep running away for that long.

"... the Lord."

Gabella, who came within reach, looked up at me with red eyes.

Somehow, it was a messy eye.

A little anxiety sprang up in my chest.

Unidentified, 'enemy' attack by illusory magic.

At the moment, although there is no appearance of harm being done here, we do not know how long that will last beyond the unknown purpose of the other party.

For some reason, it is uncertain how much of an illusion that does not work for me affects my family.

... if.

What if Gabella is confused and in case she is turning to the 'enemy' side......

As soon as I thought, Gabella moved.

"My lord!

I've been totally surprised.

I can't catch up with the reaction at all.

With a beastly agile move, Gabella jumps into this chest.

Two arms stretched out and tangled like snakes in my torso.

I didn't have time to shake it off. It was early work.

Then I will not have the art of resistance anymore.

Gabella, with all her thoughtfulness, is all the rage.

He held me tight as he pressed his busty chest.

"... Huh?

I can't keep up with the situation.

It just turns out that's not a hostile attack or anything.

Rather, it was an intensely loving embrace.

As she tries to convey her presence to me, as she tries to feel my presence, Gabella hangs around in her arms.

A terribly soft, massive thing claiming not to be crushed and elastic between each other.

Gabella's nose touches the area around the clavicle.

Ugh, I smell the smell of my skin.

"... oh"

A satisfied girl's exhale crept into her chest.

――

It was almost instinctive impulse that I tried to hold back Gabella's body.

But before that, Gabella was away from me.

"... what?

I lost my place with the hand that I tried to stretch out and the impulse that boiled in my chest, and I was stunned.

Gabella's body was no longer within reach.

I felt like I was turned into a fox.

"Uhm, that's it"

The big one nodded Gabella's face, which already seemed satisfying.

I'm sure I looked pathetic.

"... what was that?

In the meantime, nothing seems to have happened that I was afraid of.

It's just, all of a sudden, I don't know what it means to be held up.

That way, gush, with all your strength... with all your strength?

Gabella told you about me?

I felt uncomfortable.

Also, I hear something strange happened.

Again, I didn't know what that was.

Only one thing was clear.

Something's wrong with the status quo... but as a result, Gabella smiles with satisfaction.

"Why not. I thought I could do it now."

Gabella was trying to hold her own body with both arms.

It was a chewy way to feel a mere moment of embrace.

"Most importantly, it must be the result of the concubine's own efforts that we can row to the end. So that's it for today."

"... what, is that"

Gabella's words were incomprehensible.

I don't know, they're swinging.

But looking at Gabella's terribly satisfied face made me wonder if I was okay with it.

Never feeling bad, sighed.

Look at Gabella's, satisfied grin that seems to be immersed in the aftertaste.

That's all I was satisfied with.

Why, there, overlapped Rose's upbeat smile and Syran and Kay's happy appearance.

"... ah"

There was a small, flashing voice.

Finally, I came to one thought.

Late at night, when everyone was asleep.

Listening to Gabella's sound sleep, I left the room.

In the tranquility of the night, descend the stairs that make a faint noise.

Many of my companions have sharp senses.

If it were normal, someone would have noticed, but it didn't.

Nevertheless, there is no surprise.

I knew I would do this at the time I misled the Spirit.

"Evening."

Down the stairs, there was an inn mistress at the reception desk, even though she said it was a late night like this.

He has a gentle, gentle grin on his soft impression face.

"Were you waiting?

"Yeah. Why don't we talk a little bit in the back?

When I turned back my snort, my mistress led me to the room behind the ground floor.

Leaving me wanting you to wait about the table, I leave the room alone.

A few minutes later, I came back in a basin with a yukata with tea for both of us.

"Still, okay? She came alone. Could it be a little careless?"

"I trust you there. Besides... in case anything happens around Gabella, they'll immediately sense it and jump in."

"Well, yeah."

My mistress did not deny my words, and when she laughed small, she sat at the front.

Well, what did I tell you from?

She's not going to rush it, and her mistress looks at this one with a calm look.

I sipped a sip of hot tea and opened my mouth.

"I've been plagued by discomfort the last few days. Hi, I hear someone is attacking us with the magic of illusion. The only thing that made me uncomfortable with the status quo was me and Asalina here."

"Summer"

My mistress, who alternately glanced at me and Asarina, turned into a slightly troubled face.

Well... I can imagine the feeling.

When it comes to this one case, 'I felt uncomfortable' rather than 'I could feel uncomfortable', because it represents an actual thing.

I continued, swallowing the urge for bitter laughter.

"There were two strange things. We have Gabella in our line. He is an epic monster who has survived many years in the depths of the Tree Sea. A monster of the same quality might be able to delusion itself, but it was a bit hooked to not realise that Gerbera, sensitive to hostility, was being attacked itself"

"... you said there were two strange things. What's the other one?

"The enemy hasn't done us any harm since he set us in disillusionment."

I answered, turning the hot water in my hand.

"Fantasy attacks don't make sense just to fit in. There's no point in physically attacking an enemy with diminished resistance. Yet, for three days, the 'enemy' had his hands crouched. If you take the time, it's more likely that your illusions will be solved. I didn't know the purpose of the 'enemy' who had launched the illusory attack..."

I couldn't stand it and the bitter smile leaked.

"... well, you can't possibly tell. I was wrong about the premise."

For what, what kind of person does that?

In the first stages of thinking about it, I was stunned.

"To be disillusioned, in itself, was the purpose of the 'enemy'. That wasn't an attack in the first place. It was natural not to cause harm. No matter how sensitive Gabella is to hostility, it makes no sense. Anyway, they're not 'enemies'."

Until I deliberately deluded the Spirit, it was the message 'No hostility to me' that made me look happy Syran and Kay.

He said it was Asalina.

- Kiken, Minna, Kizuk. Chigau?

If it's really dangerous, we should all realize it, but it's not?

What she wanted to say was, by and large, this would be the place.

At a time when Gabella was unaware, what I was involved in was not dangerous or anything.

One sigh and I dropped my gaze on the hot swallow at hand.

On the thin and red waters I was reminded of the appearance of my companions since I came to this inn.

Everyone seemed to have a peaceful or, you know, enjoyable time.

... I was the only one who was on guard.

"If it's true, I guess this stay was supposed to just end with 'Enjoying the Time of Your Dreams'. It's just that I wasn't delusional, so the conversation got weird."

Nevertheless, from my point of view, there are parts of this that I cannot help.

For example, what would happen if you entered the dream world of sleeping and dreaming, awake?

Can't a world of disjointed dreams, even if creepy, be something fun?

This time, I'm just close to it.

If I told you, it was an unfortunate coincidence.

That must have been unexpected for me to be plagued by discomfort and for the presence of the side that provided the pleasant dream.

And I lifted up my face, and turned my gaze again to the calm looking woman in front of me.

"I remember. I've heard strange heirlooms from one of my peers before. It's about a traveler's experience. Take the name of the stage, and the story is called 'Misty Vault'"

It was Silan who made me listen to this story.

Until recently, I had completely forgotten that I had heard such a story.

Silan himself didn't seem to remember, and after all, the inconvenient facts in establishing this world were made to be unrecognizable.

Am I remembering that right now... because my fantasies are about to be solved? Or maybe this place is special.

I started talking as I thought about it in the corner of my head.

"At one point, the traveler was attacked by a monster. Familiar with his journey, he left the monster brilliantly, but ran out of water and food. There are no people nearby, and I'm going to drool like this. To survive, the traveler continued to walk desperately. A few days later, walking in obscurity with hunger and fatigue, a mist appeared around him. I didn't think I could do this anymore, and then he finally found a place to stay."

One bite, dampen your tongue with tea.

"The traveler thanked him for his good fortune. With the generous hospitality of the innkeeper, he was able to connect his life. But the next day, when he left the inn, he realized. There can't be an inn in such a remote and despicable land. By the time I realized it, the inn had gone without shadows or shapes."

That concludes the story.

In fact, there is a little more to it, but around it I was allowed to discount it and just give an overview.

I was gently put on the back of my chair.

"They say the legacy of this' Misty Vault 'is passed down from the East to the West, from all over the world. Of course, witnesses can be, from time to time, peasants or hunters. What this story has in common is an inn that appears in deep mist. And while you're at the inn, you're obviously not aware of the strange situation."

These matched what we experienced this time.

"Interestingly enough, this' Misty Temporary Inn 'has had an example of sighting for decades, from a long time ago to the present. Naturally, it can't be human work. Or it can't be the work of monsters. Because monsters can't save people.... is common sense in this world, huh?

The woman smiled back as I cut the words and watched.

A calm but invisible grin inside.

Somehow, I opened my mouth, thinking that I was feeling graded as well.

"I have the power to give the monster a heart. However, this is only to the extent of helping a monster with a fabric from which the mind is born. In fact, white spiders who lived for years...... I hear that Gabella had something to heart before she met me. Besides, there are other examples in this world of the undead monster Carl, the Immortal King of Tragedy, who ruled a nation. The possibility of having a monster willing even without me was a prediction."

If I say so, my abilities are only promoting the development of the minds that have sprouted in their breasts.

It would certainly grow faster if it were fostered, but even without such a thing, it would eventually materialize as long as it took years. It was simple reason.

"I just thought those beings were deep in the tree sea or what was in the 'coma forest', a disconnected tree sea. But if you think about it, monsters in this world aren't all about sedentarity. Trip drills with herds are famous, but some of them are mobile. Saving travelers with the anecdote of" The Misty Vault "is a monster of mobility using the magic of mist-based illusions..."

And I put the hot water on the table, and saw the woman in front of me.

"I mean, it's about you"

My mistress, who heard my words, grinned deeper.

"… two points, may I correct them"

Long time no see, I kept my mouth shut.

"I am not using the magic of mist-based illusions. It's only a fraction of my magic"

"What do you mean?

"This inn is not just an illusion. The magic of the greatest illusion has the power to rewrite reality."

"... rewrite reality?

"You can rephrase that we're going to create another world. Everything that was here is real. My magic creates mist."

"Another world..."

I rang my throat.

Earlier, I was reminded of the taste of tea I had mouthed.

According to the story I heard about the "Misty Temporary Inn," travelers escape starvation by visiting the Inn.

But my belly doesn't swell with illusions.

If this is another reality, it also coincides with the legacy of 'saved the traveler'.

But that's too......

"... I feel like I'm saying something amazing."

Not so much.

The woman shook her head to the side.

"The world thus created is brittle. In fact, if Mr. Gabella gets busted, he'll be broken soon."

Even so, temporarily, it creates another world.

After all, I used to make predictions in half of the jokes, wondering if foxes or raccoons were turning it into...

"What the hell..."

The woman who put the hot swallows wrapped in her hands on the table against me, who could not hide the tension, made me smile only a little.

"Sir. Do you know what a monster is?

"About a creature with magic... right?

"That's not a strict definition. As long as you have magic, you move out wooden carved dolls or even dead bodies once. For example, what is the essence of a monster...?

The woman you inquired about disappeared at that moment.

Solid smiles, dark golden brown hair, small but feminine limbs...

He didn't even blink, but he disappeared without shadow or form.

"The presence or absence of an entity is not an issue. Because the essence of a monster is magic."

Only a voice can be heard from nowhere.

Fantastic magic, not confused.

On the wall, on the floor, on the ceiling.

From every bit of conditioning, I feel her presence, even in a breath of breathing air.

Unresponsive and understandable.

"... well. It wasn't like there was a monster who was creating the 'Misty Vault' in his inheritance with the magic of delusion. Magically created, this is the world…"

"Yeah. Exactly."

Soon, a woman who was appearing again in front of me smiled and nodded.

"I am the 'Misty Vault'. It's a monster of the magic itself that creates the misty realm that drifts through this world."