Monster no Goshujin-sama

Forty-six.

I'm staring at the sky.

I looked up so bad that my neck hurt, there was nothing I could find there.

In the true sense of the word, nothing.

So this isn't looking up at the sky, it's just looking up.

More importantly, I'm letting my eyes go by doing so.

I see 'it' even if I intend to be ready, because it took a considerable amount of mind preparation.

"Sir."

And when I was called, I returned to the earth my gaze, which was looking up.

It was a pre-high school ramp I went to.

To be precise, my inner world.

It's a landscape built by memory.

There, Salvia stood.

... he looked so sad that he was about to cry right now.

"Don't look at me like that"

At the end of Salvia's standing path, it was painted black.

The road that was supposed to be the way to school was missing.

That's not all.

There was nothing in this world but around the school.

It was gone.

I just made it into the rest of the school and it still seemed crumbling and crumbling.

This is what it takes to prepare your mind to see.

This was the inner world of the human being Takahiro Mashima today.

"I'm sorry. Salvia fixed it for me."

"That's fine. But, sir. This is too..."

"That's okay. Because that's what I wanted."

Salvia is about to cry, too, because she knows better than anyone else.

Really already, it was the limit.

If a person's memory is the foundation upon which his personality is shaped, that foundation is already on the verge of collapse.

It's like a sand georama.

It's not strange that it collapses into some kind of clap.

... but still.

If that's what you need, I didn't hesitate.

I was just sorry that this is how Salvia saw that fact and that it was heartbreaking.

I tried to change my mind, and I turned my gaze around.

"... but I wonder what the hell he is"

A young man with burnt brown hair stood in the school yard.

Someone who's been in this world before.

That wasn't all I had in mind.

This was sometimes the second encounter, and there was a little room for observation.

No hostility, no harm in the eyes directed at this one.

I just felt something faintly curious.

But that's all.

I didn't tell him anything, but he disappeared.

"... I'm not doing anything, are I? I don't know."

What the hell, what is it?

Surprised, Salvia opened her mouth.

"Sir. That's..."

"Salvia?"

She looked surprised as she gazed at where the earlier youth had been.

The hand is holding his chest tight.

"... no. I wonder what it is."

"Saana."

It's natural to wonder, but I didn't have the answers with me either.

"Oh, and this is the second time I've shown up, but I can't even feel the hostility. In the first place, it's not even going to interfere. No, or..."

- Like interference, maybe you can't.

Maybe I felt that way because this is where I was shaped by my abilities.

That's not something I'm sure of either, though.

At any rate, that would be a phenomenon that has nothing to do with one of these raids.

You can ignore it.

At least not yet.

"Now, let's do something about what's right in front of us"

So I woke up from a short sleep of rest.

When I woke up, I had the tickling feeling of being licked around my jaw.

"Kuh."

I stopped shaking my tail, and it was on my chest.

"How could you stop..."

Lift and wake yourself up.

Then Kudo, who was sitting down beside him, turned his grin.

"Did you wake up"

You were reading something, closing the bundle of paper you were spreading on hand.

"I thought this injury would never be life-threatening, but I slept to pass out, so I was a little worried"

"How long have you been asleep?

"It hasn't been that way. Isn't that about twenty minutes? Come on, there was no sign of the enemy."

It didn't seem like much time had passed.

However, things seem to have changed a lot.

"Berta...... to Shimazu-san?

Next to Kudo, not only the shadow girl Dora, but the double-headed wolf Berta refrained.

Additionally, I find Mr. Shimazu sitting on his knees a little further away

"It's hard to say that we're safe... but it's better to see each other again"

"It was a disaster for each other."

"This is..."

I turned to Kudo again.

"Can you tell me what's going on?

"Whatever."

From Kudo, I heard what happened I found out while I was asleep.

"I see. Berta followed the smell of Kanahiko to this point... and" who "involved Shimazu-san"

"More than that, the fact that you're trapped would be a problem"

Mentioning what I was curious about, Kudo pinched his mouth.

"It may be possible to escape an enclosed compartment if you break down the wall in the right place, but it will take some time, and more importantly, it will stand out. what do you do"

"No."

When he asked, I shook my head beside him.

All of Kudo's stories were based on the assumption that he would run away.

"In the first place, I'm not running away."

"What are you talking about!

Before Kudo said anything, Dora raised her voice.

"You know your condition!

He approached me slightly and was caught in the chest.

"No matter how much magic you can use to strengthen your body, you're seriously hurt!

Though abusive, words and deeds themselves cared for this one.

"Oh, yeah."

Shimazu-san also comes across his mouth.

"You got stabbed, didn't you? I heard you were hurt."

"That's right. Stay calm."

Anyway, Mr. Shimazu didn't expect Dora to worry.

It was gratifying.

Nevertheless, the care was unnecessary.

"If you get hurt, you'll be fine."

"That should be..."

Dora, who was about to say it, whispered as she noticed something.

Perhaps you realized that I would not do anything to protect the wound.

Its eyes were severely distorted by surprise.

"... you, what happened to the injury"

"I generally healed when I was asleep"

"Is that supposed to happen!

"It's true. I still feel like I'm attracted, but not enough to fight."

That was what I got by scraping myself that was left behind.

In the first place, my resilience had become quite human apart at the time of the destruction of the 'psychic drug' Travis, as was the case in the battle against the Borderline Belgian Army.

As a phenomenon, would it be close to being able to recreate Gabella's power?

In this world, besides the laws of physics, magic is linked to phenomena.

Magic is naturally the exhalation of a monster's flame, the creation of a pseudo-semi-liquid flesh, a magical tool - a particular stream of magic causes an equivalent phenomenon.

There is magic in my body from my family, and among them there are many magic from Lily and Gabella.

Their ability to regenerate is superior beyond the boundaries of the organism, half due to magic.

So although not as good as the original girlfriends, I was able to show more resilience than a human being with the same magic.

Unfortunately, the human body could not even stick or grow the limbs, but if some time was spent at rest, it would have been able to cope even in considerable depth.

Even the wounds eaten by Kanahiko are not fully healed, but they are already healed.

If you move hard, it will still hurt, but not more than you can bear.

If only the magic of their families were flowing, they would not have been able to apply the phenomenon of magic to their own bodies so quickly.

That's what could have taken years.

The secret key that didn't happen was probably in Lily's presence.

Lily's ability to be Mimic Slime is' pseudomorphic '.

By collecting the remains of a predatory monster's soul and mimicking the magic currents, she can mimic the abilities inherent in the monster.

Whatever I'm doing right now, even if it's a different way, there's a lot in common with her pseudo abilities.

Her magic is flowing through my body.

Speaking of earlier logic, we will be able to simulate her 'pseudomorphic abilities'.

It's a bit of a tricky story, but it would be easy to understand if I rephrased that I had an example of how to imitate people.

This time again, the quality of my soul came to my family.

As a result, if imitation to such an extent as to bring the ability to recover closer to them, it was made possible.

Except for certain intrinsic abilities, no other cheat holding has this much natural healing power.

Even though the baking stone had the degree of water during the battle, it could be said to be a useful force in these situations.

Did you swallow the fact that I could fight, Dora pulled back?

Berta, who knows some circumstance, looked at this one with some seemingly pitiful eye.

Shake your head aside if you don't need attention.

Kudo opened his mouth.

"I understand the state and will of seniors. It's not a rush to lend a hand. I don't think it's going to be that easy."

When he undertook to cooperate so, he gave him the little toolbag he had kept beside him.

"What's this?

"I picked it up. Apparently, Kato Mandarin dropped it when he was caught. I'll give it to the seniors."

If you ask me, I looked familiar.

It was a magic tool bag made by Rose for Mr. Kato.

"And then there's this."

What Kudo has offered me was a bunch of paper he was reading earlier.

"Looks like it fell zero out of that bag. Is it like a memoir? It said something quite interesting."

That's what I say, they open it and give it to me.

It was a polite letter and spelled out something that seemed to reflect on a matter.

"In the first place, there's so much we don't know yet where we put it."

"In this world, strong wishes come true."

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

"I'm just uncomfortable with the reality in front of me, even if there's no question about the law."

"In a nutshell, the reality of this world doesn't seem to follow the law."

"Maybe, but this makes sense."

"There's something wrong with this world in the first place."

After writing down what I've come up with, I seem to be putting my thoughts together.

Kudo's interest was a reflection on our power.

"'If that's what the world is all about, there's no room for doubt there'. I never dared to recognize you, but you sure do. And only if we recognize it that way will there also be room for paradoxically questioning. 'Doesn't seem like it's in keeping with the law,' that's what you mean."

"What. Is there anything you can think of about Kudo?"

"Right."

Put down a beat and answer.

"It's not a big deal... If that's the law, I wondered why only the metastasizers are special."

"Why is only the metastatic special?

For a moment, I don't know what that means.

But if you ask me, sure.

I never thought too deeply about it because they said that's what it is in this world, but when it comes to the law, that may not be too special a condition.

Most of all, that's why I don't know what that means.

I didn't even have the time to think about it.

"... when you get Kato back, tell him what's on your mind"

Even while I was returning the words, my eyes were picking up the letters on paper - Kato's thoughts there.

I'm weak.

"If this was about ordinary people in this world, I would have had no choice but to finish it."

But I'm a metastasizer.

"If I were you, I would have gained strength."

"Nevertheless, I am powerless."

Apparently, Kato was worried about her inability to fight.

I remember what she said and did today.

I was convinced that was the case.

"I've always wondered."

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

"That's why it's funny."

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

"And yet I cannot express my power."

"Really, why?"

How could I?

There were many places in the memoir where the answer could not be given in this way.

At the same time, he gave us valid answers and contributed a number of things.

The paper bundle was filled with dozens of sheets and most of them with letters.

Behind the great contribution was a tremendous trial and reflection dozens of times that.

This memoir was a record of the teasing efforts of a helpless girl.

"Mr. Kato......"

A long time ago, I grabbed a bunch of paper, and I got strength in my hand.

We have to get it back anyway.

I made my thoughts stronger again.

Be prepared, I have begun to act.

Beyond that, I expected to have a future where I could cross blades with my best friend.

But there was no stray.