Monster no Goshujin-sama

2 - Kato Makoto Perspective

It has been more than a month since I escaped the hands of the Macrolin Border Bo Leader Army.

Today we are staying in the royal palace of Akel in a cooperative relationship.

I have good relations with the Royal Akel, including Mr. Philip.

They highly value Senior Mashima for helping people in their country.

It is also a pleasure for me for seniors to be recognized.

Everyone in Pioneering Village, who lost their place to return, was allowed to stay with us for a while.

Aside from the injured, those who can move are getting good offices to do their job in Castle Town and are starting to work fine.

From what I hear, they are being treated very favourably, protected by 'heroes' who have left the Borderline Belgian Army.

When I heard this story, the senior looked very subtle.

I didn't say anything when I put it in my mouth, but it said on my face that I wanted you to give me a break.

Most likely, if those reputations have a good impact on the elves, they also think that's not a bad thing.

That guy, that's the nature of it.

And in that place, I... I missed the point.

Together, life in Akel was able to ensure a first degree of stability.

But you can't be relieved by that.

The hostility of the Macrolin Borderline uncle would not have subsided.

I can't even read the Cathedral Knights how to get out.

I still don't know what will happen in the future.

It could go in the right direction, or it could roll in the wrong direction.

No amount of power is enough to protect it.

The Mashima seniors, they all got very strong.

Hence, what about yourself?

Thinking about it, I feel a little darker.

An escape from the Macrolin Borderline Bell Army did me little good.

No. Of course, he was responsible for one end of the treatment of seniors invaded by 'psychotropic drugs'.

However, that was only Mr. Lily's help and not a major contribution.

Even so far, yes.

In essence, all I can do is help someone.

Assuming all things are going on, I've sprung out opinions that can help, but that's still only help.

If only we had the strength, we could have protected our seniors more directly.

I am weak.

Instead of intercepting and fighting our enemies head-on, we can't even walk out of town satisfactorily on our own.

If this was the story of ordinary people in this world, we would have had no choice but to get it done.

But I am a metastasizer.

It's supposed to gain strong power.

Nonetheless, I am powerless.

It continues to be helpless.

Why not?

I've been questioning it for a long time.

The power of us transferees is expressed by hope from the bottom of our hearts.

Not everyone, though.

If you don't have hope, or if you do, you can't express your power without wishing with considerable strength.

That's why it's weird.

No hope?

Even if there is, isn't enough weight to wish for?

Impossible.

As a matter of fact, for a long time now I have realized what I want.

You can't be unaware.

Crazily enough, I wish for it.

I am convinced that the weight of that desire is no less than someone else's.

Yet - I cannot express my power.

Really, why not?

How could I?

... No, let's not.

Doubts don't change reality.

Whatever the problem is, I've never even been able to grasp that thread.

I just thought about it mischievously, and I don't even think I'll get to the answer.

In the first place, where we have made this power of ours, much remains to be seen.

Yes. I have my doubts about this power, too.

Cheat ability.

Or, the power of grace.

There should have been many who had doubts at the beginning of our transition to this world as to how we could acquire such power.

However, over time, we all convinced ourselves that it was something like that.

Neither did I, and I actually came to know later that it was the law of this world.

- In this world, strong wishes come true.

I don't mind if that's the law of this world.

If that's what the world is all about, there's no room for doubt there.

Just wondering how much, the reality of apples being drawn to the ground remains unchanged.

That's what the law is.

However, even if there is no question about the law, the reality in front of us is uncomfortable.

In a nutshell - the reality of this world does not seem to be in keeping with the law.

Maybe, but this makes sense.

It means something.

But in my head, even if I can get to the question, I can't give the answer.

I feel like if I change my perspective a little, I'll know, but I don't know what's wrong.

This is my limit.

Though I am seriously mistaken around Mr. Rose, just because I think about it and draw conclusions doesn't mean I'm even better.

You can't even ask someone for advice in such an obscure thing.

It just puzzles me.

Oh, my God.

I can't think together.

I feel uncomfortable.

That's crazy.

This world, in the first place, feels something wrong.

But what?

Cathedral Church celebrating the brave.

The Knights of the Diocese formed by the descendants of the brave.

A gracious beloved who recreates the power of the brave.

People who make brave men the backing of their hearts.

A world that can't be made without a brave man.

From what I've seen and heard so far, that's apparently true.

But if that's the case, why...

"- Vegetables?"

Speaking out, I returned to me.

On the desk in front of you, a bunch of paper closed with strings.

A clenched pen.

Notes writing that tended to disturb me along the way.

With his face up, Mr. Rose, with his working hands, was staring at this one.

"What's wrong? He looked scared."

He asks me with a worried face.

"Seemed to be working on something from earlier."

"Ah. No. It's not so much work."

I panicked and shook my head to the side.

"It's like a diary or a miscellaneous book. I've been writing down some thoughts and summing them up... I think you've been focusing too much."

Touching his cheek, Mr. Rose was right, the feeling of coming back was stiff.

I shouldn't do this.

I wandered to relax my hardened muscles.

Feelings also calm me down in time.

That being the case, Mr. Rose said it in a way that impressed him somewhat.

"Vegetables are smart. You also realize I don't know."

Yeah, nod and go on.

"But don't overthink it. Because genuine vegetables are not so strong."

Saying in a caring manner, Mr. Rose stood up.

"Shall we take a break? It's time for your husband to come home, and let's get ready for tea."

"Wait, Mr. Rose. I'll help you."

I can't even just be cared for.

I also lifted my hips out of my chair.

Trying to keep up with Mr. Rose, I recall and look back.

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Miscellaneous books that remain spread out.

In the end, I can't grasp the identity of the minor discomfort.

Is this just your fault?

Or will the day arrive someday?

At any rate, I can't do anything about it right now.

Closed the miscellaneous book, and I followed Mr. Rose.