Monster no Goshujin-sama

34 - Rose Perspective

The heavens and the earth were scratched to pieces.

Fragments spilled from the crushed body rose to pieces with earthen smoke.

"Ahhh..."

If I noticed, I would have fallen on my back.

So finally, the understanding followed that he was blown away by the bullet he was shot into.

I tried to stand up to my feet.

If you can stand up, you can fight.

I can protect what's important.

But I noticed where I tried to wake myself up.

"... oh"

I had lost my lower back.

There were two bullets eaten.

One of them was shot in the hip.

My hips, which were cracked and brittle, were completely crushed and my lower body was flying away somewhere.

Immediate repair was impossible, serious damage.

Then at least just one arm.

That's what I thought and realized. My right arm didn't move.

Another shot of the bullet was crashing into the right torso, crushing the area together, including the shoulder.

I can't do one thing decent anymore.

Footsteps were coming to an end to me when I understood the situation.

"Surprised. So you're still alive."

It was Ottomer.

The other knights were nowhere near, only bringing dolls with them.

Earlier, only the greater unity followed, not the doll that was supposed to have broken it.

I guess I created a new doll again.

Ottomer sighed small.

"Let's praise you honestly. I didn't think you could drain me this far."

No heart. Bad complexion.

Apparently, it was badly worn out.

Maybe it takes a lot of magic to make a doll.

But that's it.

A slender doll grabbed the collar of my clothes.

A body that has lost more than half its weight is lifted easily.

There is no resistance.

Thus, when he exposed to the crowd the figure of me that had been blurred, Ottomer raised the sword of the plunderer in heaven.

"Look! The evil enemy has been defeated!

Prestige him with dignity and tell him to be proud of his achievements.

"It's our triumph of justice!

Wow, I cheered.

"The Cathedral Knight has been defeated!

The taste of victory must have been extraordinary just because it was forcing a bitter battle.

The joy of the explosion spread like ripples to the Borderline Belgian Army.

"Long live the Cathedral Knights!

"Glory be to the Borderline Uncle!

The pleasure sounded.

Hanged up, I watched such an enemy from a high place.

"... is it justice"

Crush quietly.

Only Ottomer would have received that voice on this occasion.

I've got my eyes on this one.

"Did I say something?"

"No. It's no big deal. I just thought I was still a monster."

I couldn't help but take that for granted again, because I don't know.

I could not understand the people springing up in their own righteousness.

"Unlike you, I have no justice. I just want to live quietly with my loved ones."

So many people are righteous and proud.

Just because I, the monster, don't understand, I'm sure they're right to be them.

So I am not going to impeach them as evil.

... I don't see any point in doing that in the first place.

"It doesn't matter which is right or not. Because even if it's absolute evil, it doesn't change my desire to protect your husband."

There is no justice there, no justice.

All that matters to me is whether our peaceful lives are not threatened, whether we are not deprived of our loved ones, that's all.

"Travis has attacked us, in the name of handicap and honor. I don't know if you, his men, are fighting for the same motive. Or maybe, like the Borderline Belgian Army, you're acting with faith in your justice from the bottom of your heart. But I don't care about that. 'Cause that's convenient on that side. If you try to take it from me, it's the same for both of them."

This was what I meant.

"You are just invaders. Nothing more, nothing less. I know no righteousness or justice. All you have to do is laugh at monsters and laugh at them."

Clearly, I glanced at the man's face.

I didn't mean to give in to the end, even if I lost both arms, lost my hips to the bottom, and my face would be in a miserable state with half my face shattered.

"Never, I won't let your husband do it"

Declare.

"The sisters, too, have one feeling. I am done here, but its will is uninterrupted. necessarily, they will extend their escape. Because I believe that, this is not a defeat."

"... is that how you are?"

Ottomer, who was listening in silence, sighed.

I must have thought of something as bullshit.

Still, that's fine.

No matter how much they insult you, mock you, mock you.

That's what I thought.

... so the next word was unexpected.

"I don't laugh"

"Huh?"

"You're right. Because the desire to protect someone can't be a mistake."

I stiffened my thoughts to thoughtless words.

"And I am the one who takes away. In that sense, I'm the one who's inhuman."

Ottomer continued pale.

But the more I heard, the more confused I was.

"How could you do that? Because you're Travis'..."

"My men, you say?

Take the word butt off, Ottomer nods.

"The question is best. At the same time, however, it is off-target. You're making a mistake."

"Mistake......?

Ottomer showed the dolls around him with his eyes.

"I am right, I have the power of 'Beloved Son of Grace'. The Cathedral Knights also have several other 'beloved sons of grace'. But not all of them have reached their level in action. The precious real-life level 'Grace Beloved' was not so assigned to so many of the smallest Fourth Troops in the Cathedral Knights. There were only three of them."

"... just the three of us"

I frowned.

"That's not a good number"

It was the 'beloved sons of grace' who were particularly formidable enemies in the battle against the Cathedral Knights Unit IV, and I too had heard their information.

Trivis-Mortimer of "Holy Eye," the captain.

"The Ghost of War" Edgar-Givalsh, who ambushed your husband later.

And Zoltern-Miharlek in "The Eyes of Prospect".

These three are confirmed.

Fit him in front of this, and he'll be four.

Then the numbers don't match.

No. Speaking of which, did you say it was a mistake?

Because…….

"Aren't you from Unit IV?

"Yes."

Returning his first resort to the answer I had arrived at, Ottomer continued.

"You also said you didn't see me during the re-raid on the village. Naturally, I was not part of the raid."

"... but when we encountered him in the village, we heard that, following Travis' orders, we protected him"

"At that point, it was my task to follow that man's instructions. That's all. I'm here now."

I don't see how you're lying.

In this situation, there would be no reason to breathe cod into me.

From Ottomer's tone, only a sense of duty could be felt.

The fact of the matter gave me a strange heartbreak.

"So what is it? Was there a human being in that place other than the fourth unit of the Knights of the Cathedral?"

Thoughts are confused by the information given.

Tell yourself to calm down and think again.

It was the outburst of selfishness and fame that brought Travis upon us.

It should be.

But there was a mix of people there who were not his men.

For example, one possibility emerges there.

- Travis and the Cathedral Knights. There were other thoughts than Unit IV, possibly.

The fact that he was also acting with the Borderline Belgian Army, which had invaded for justice.

I didn't even know what that meant, but I felt like I'd been asked a hell of a fact.

I have to tell your husband.

I felt that way.

But I did not have the means to do so, and there was no time left in the first place.

"... are you here"

Ottomer put his gaze around him.

Ahead, there was a man coming this way on a horse.

"Dear Ottomer!

The man who brought his men in ran over to Ottomer as he got off the horse.

"I heard they took out an enemy."

"Lord Lewis. This is the murderer of the ambush."

Show me hanging from a doll, and Ottomer responds.

Apparently, this man who showed up leads the enemy army, Lewis-Bird.

From what I've seen, he seemed like an honest man.

He seemed like a man equipped with all the necessary qualities as commander of a territorial army that protected people from the threat of monsters.

For example, if this was just what I saw in town, I would surely have liked it too.

But when I saw what I was, my eyes changed to something terribly cold.

"Is this the monster? To imitate a person's appearance is dirty. Why didn't you kill him?"

"... because it was necessary"

Not responding to the nuances of disgusting contempt, Ottomer told only in a clerical tone.

"The Borderline Bell Army is exhausted. Lord Lewis, who leads the army, has decided he needs to raise his morale by executing his enemies."

Earlier, he said it was a mission, but certainly from Ottomer's attitude, I couldn't feel anything more.

Without a sense of merit, no sense of justice.

It seemed inhuman and also felt very human.

"I see. Is that what you meant"

Lewis nodded.

"If so, let's go immediately"

Sooner or later, I pulled out my sword.

I want to dispose of the dirt in front of me, as soon as possible.

That feeling seemed clear.

In response to that word, an angel doll of Ottomer protruded me before Lewis, hoisted with one hand.

Lewis covered his sword.

I guess he's also top notch as a warrior.

It was a low-gap arrangement.

If you're so weak, you must be destroyed by one blow.

"Scratch and see! Snow the evil that invades the world with this one sword!

Just tell the whole army to sound like it, Lewis declared.

A vice that invades the world.

I tried to laugh that they were going to say a lot, and the end of my mouth cramped in disguise.

... Oh, yeah.

I was prepared for this to happen, but that's why I couldn't help feeling anything.

It was conscious that the gaze of the soldiers around him would gather.

Their expectations were felt to increase.

Everyone in this room wanted my death.

I felt terribly cold.

It felt like I was alone in the world.

My desire to see your husband was swelling more and more, and I heard a heartfelt sound.

The notion of loneliness was felt as if to decide the soul.

Your husband.

Your husband.

I want to see you.

I want to see your face.

I want to touch it.

I want to be held tight.

I miss you, I'm loving you, and I'm too attached to this thought.

"... your husband"

The cry I was trying to keep out leaks at the end.

But in this place, where there is only hostility, there can be no one who responds to that voice.

- It should have been.

"What?"

Lewis raised his voice.

It was in no way like the man's putting out just before he pleaded guilty to evil, but full of perplexity.

Maybe, I'm sure, everyone else was the same.

Except for me.

This does not mean that I was special.

I only knew.

I believed it, and I was afraid.

It was natural to know.

Because this is about that guy I miss.

"... that it's 'fog'?

Lewis snapped.

Even that appearance had already been painted white.

To make it a spectacle, even my vision, which was suspended by angel dolls, was all white.

The white and heavy foggy vale covered the Borderline Bell Army, which had been hissing as far as I could see.

"Oh......"

My desire to protect your husband at his own expense did not come true.

I feel despair and disappointment in myself for failing to prevent this from happening.

Joy is strong and sinful enough to smear them all.

"Your husband......!

My Lord has come to reclaim what is important.