Muimui-tan

- One...

I could only stare blankly at the sky where the footage was showing.

... unbelievable.

Type 14 blew itself up? You're lying, aren't you? This is a trap to upset me... huh?

Memories of Type 14 come back to life. The house I received as the prize for winning the arena - it was Type 14 that slept in its basement. He woke me up as a master for some reason, and then he followed me. He tried to feed me an unsavory meal, he tried to make me drink all the water, he was just sarcastic, he was really pompous at first, and he still didn't hate me anywhere. That's when you start to take part in battles, and then you have to be a force of war...

It was also Type 14 that rushed me when I was dying. And then, with everyone's help - hey, you're lying, right? This is a trap to upset me, isn't it? If that's the case, it's working. I am so upset.

It's not just Type 14. Even Joan in the Temple of the Sun is. When we met, he was a little hateful hungry ghost, like he was wearing armor, and he thought it was annoying why he was following me. That's when you become a shield, and when you go to the kingdom for a protector named Cecily, and you break up with us, and you reunite in that kingdom, you're all grown up - and you're even braver. You're the brave one in the Demon King's Crusade. Why is the man who beat the Demon King down? What are you doing?!

Oh!

Ahhhh!

I look at the circle of light in front of me.

Yeah, if we move on to that, do you know if the footage that was being shown is false? That's right.

I go into the circle of light so that I can flutter and suck.

- Two...

Entering the circle of light changed the surrounding view.

Underfoot is a bright white, fluffy, cloudy floor as if present in a picture book. That's so fantastic. You can also see trees intertwined in distortions like you've never seen in the distance. Where are we?

Everyone's been forwarded one after the other.

It's Cecilia with a serious expression sometime, Sophia the purple flame witch with a tired expression, Stella with Joan's shield, and Emilio with a small figure under her feet.

Then came Micah, who sustained a wound to his dominant arm, and Shirone, who continued to perform restorative magic on his hand.

Joan and I don't have a fourteen figure. No, there's no devil's chief, no designer, no explorer's three sisters, no two old men - no.

"Hey, enemies?

Sirone, who kept casting healing magic, is amazed and looks here.

"No, wait."

But Micah stops that.

"Hello, Lord?

Oh, oh. It's me. I nod small.

Even so, everyone looks like the footage I was watching, just like that. I have a bad feeling.

"Hmm, it's confusing."

Speaking of which, I'm a mutant now. Does everyone see you for the first time? And we need to treat everyone first.

Something, recovery, recovery... maybe, like this?

- [Cure All] -

Everyone is engulfed in healing and shiatsu. Micah's deep arm wounds are back to normal.

"Lord, is this...?

Somehow, I don't know, because it's magic that I just came up with.

"Hmm, no matter how much healing magic you did, you could only contain Micah's wound progression..."

Really? Was that, too, that heterogeneous sword capability that Crore was using? No, not yet, if that footage is true, it is.

"I can't seem to see Type 14 or Joan or the others?

Everyone turns away from my question.

"Joan worked too hard. He asked me to leave the rest to the wolves, so I couldn't help but rest."

Cecily taught me with a trembling voice. Right, resting?

"Mm-hmm. The 14s, they're, uh, fighting."

Right. Well, I'll have to pick you up when the goddess's problem is cleared up. He's a real jerk.

Everyone nods at each other.

Let's go, it's just the goddess after.

- Three...

Walk away on a carpet of clouds to be guided so that they can be drawn to some place. Eventually, I see something.

Small round table and easy chairs. And on that chair, the goddess, gracefully holding a teacup and drinking something. Tea or something?

The relaxed goddess immediately notices this way and smiles.

As we approach, the goddess puts the teacup on the table and stands up slowly. And he starts talking as if he's even going in theater.

"You're finally here."

The goddess is just saying it's natural for us to come.

"I'm here to talk"

I push and kill and talk. Yes, that's why I came all the way here.

But the goddess ignores my words and slaps her hand. Knock your hands as if to compliment a small child.

"Congratulations, you're game clear"

Game? No, more than that.

"I want you to listen to me."

But the goddess ignores my words.

"What would you like to reward for completing the game? Instead of those kids you couldn't use, why don't you do the guardian of the new world?

The goddess asks pleasantly.

A new world?

It's a new world!

"If you're going to reward me, I want you to stop destroying this world"

The goddess who heard my words tilts her neck as if she saw even strange creatures.

"Why?

No, I don't know why, but there won't be any shit.

"Goddess, you promised me you'd give me a chance when you attacked the three temples."

But the goddess keeps her neck tilted.

"So I tried to give you guys a chance to survive,"

No, no, you wouldn't.

"Say it again. There are people living in this world, people living. Stop destroying that world."

The goddess who heard my words began to laugh.

"Disobey, express your opinion as if you had the will. Yes, this is! Maybe it's the first time you've worked hard to create a world that you can enjoy like a game, and you've made a willing human modo."

The goddess looks at me with joy.

"Right, right. It's the saga of people who want to live."

The goddess keeps laughing.

This creator is so powerful, he doesn't want to hear about us from the source. Damn it, damn it!

All right, all right, all right.

This is the rule of this world, too, isn't it?

Let this fucking goddess know what I'm capable of, and I'll start with a situation where we can talk.

I hold the stardust with Lady Crimson. And look back, look at everyone. If I had seen everyone, they would have put up their weapons and nodded.

"Oh? Are you going to challenge the Creator? Nice. Burn the power of the Creator in your eyes before it breaks."

The goddess, with a drunken look at herself, as if she were doing theatre, was spitting out the words.

Oh, that's good. You can burn my power in your eyes, too.