Maid Will Go on Through Thick and Thin!

Maybe I'm dreaming.

I stand on the earth made of mirrors.

The blue sky takes a large glass thin moon and is thin and bright.

In the mirror at my feet the light of the moon and the shadows I drop create pale, light and dark.

It was an inorganic and cold impression place everywhere.

The bottom of the stepped foot is cold.

"Welcome to the Atashi World"

If you noticed, there was a glass spider behind you.

"Your world."

"That."

Beautiful place.

"Thank you. I like you, too. It's not bad, is it?

"Yeah, good taste"

The glass spider cleverly folds his legs and sits on the mirror, so I also lowered my hips next to him.

...... I want a seat futon.

"By the way, why did you want to use my body?

The glass spider also had a completely calm atmosphere, so I asked.

"Right? 'Cause I saw you have plenty of magic."

Well, is magic what you see?

"What happens when you have magic?

"Huh? It's not up to me to be strong."

... then isn't it strange that I'm weak?

"You're bad at using magic. So, Atashi doesn't have much magic herself. Thanks to you, my body is like this."

Glass spiders lift their clear legs and watermark the light.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Watered a thin blue light, the glass legs look very pretty.

"... well, thanks. That's what you're saying.... My brothers are strong. Everyone has no body of this colour. We're all good at magic. You don't have to fight because it's poisonous and acidic like a sea urchin... I don't like that."

The glass spider shook his leg sharply down the mirror surface, but the mirror never broke, allowing only a sharp sound to prevent the leg.

"Weak is born. But I'm not born to not be strong. If you get magic from the outside, you can be strong, you know.... That's why I went after you. I'm sorry."

"No, that's fine.... So, you got strong?

The glass spider sighed loudly and showed his legs raised like, oh man.

"No, you can't. It's a hassle. I can't believe you're here to slay your people."

Ha ha, you'd be surprised. I guess so.

"... hey, that sounds weird, but aren't you afraid to die? It was your intention to behead me, wasn't it?

"Yeah, I hate it when it hurts"

"Not really."

Yeah, well, I get it, where the question is intended. I mean, we're not talking about the process to death, we're talking about death itself, after death, right?

"I don't want to die. It's just that it's more of a problem for one of my people to die than for me."

Glass spiders stare at me. Don't stare too much, you can light it up.

"Isn't that what happened to your other people? Whatever you think, it was a tough choice."

"I don't know. Even if it was, it would still mean me if I were to hang up. In fact, it did."

Suzumoto killed me because it made sense.

For example, even after that was the bitter choice, that was the best answer. And we can do it. I think that's all.

"Besides, I'm not directly involved in the fight just because I'm doing my chores. The cloth products can only be made by going to the worst town and adding birds to" dye "them, and there are many things to do like eating out. I think you can do it normally without me."

Unlike combatants, what I do is I can do as much as I want, not me.

That's how many divisions of labor can be made, and outsourcing can be done.

Maybe you just haven't been able to do it because I'm here, and if you're in a situation where you have to do something like that, you can get skills.

It would be no different if I were there, but at least, I think it's better than a lack of combatants.

"You know what I'm saying, it. It's unnecessarily bad."

... Well, yeah, I get it. So if it's two choices I'm going to die or someone else is going to die, I'm going to make sure that if it's two choices I'm going to die or not, I choose the one I'm not going to die for.

But. Even if there's nothing sensible anymore, maybe I will.

"I'm... selfish, if I'm going to die, I'm fine."

I can't stand the thought of my loved ones dying.

"... Oh, so you want to think you're okay around even if you're dead?

A glass spider looks at me with a glass eye.

When I somehow can't stand my gaze and lean down, I see my face in the mirror.

"Right, I'm a coward"

In this world, you can't help leaning down. All you can do is close your eyes or look straight ahead.

"... you, I really like those fellows of yours"

When I wondered if the glass mechanic's legs had been stretched out, he landed on my head and moved his head back and forth, left and right.

... They're stroking me.

Open your nearly closed eyes and look forward.

Because I felt more worthy to say these words.

"Yeah, I like it."

The sky of cobalt glass and the earth of mirrors are not mixed, only, they draw beautiful lines.

Two, a silver star flowed in the sky of cobalt glass.

Silver stars flow as they crack the sky.

"... ahhh. I wish you'd left me alone a little longer."

The glass spider turned to me from the sky, hatefully speaking with the impetus of his tongue.

"... I'm running out of time. Thanks."

As if that word had inspired it, a cracked and crushed sky pours down, and the world crumbles.

The mirror shatters. The sky descended or first, smashing the body of a glass spider, my hand stretched out just grabbed a piece of glass.

When I realized, I was in a weird place, like I knew, like I didn't know.

On the front right there are several huge gears meshing and turning. The blue sky shows a luxurious golden color, and it's so beautiful.

As we go to the left, the gear becomes small and refined silver, with a decadent atmosphere somewhere. Yeah, that's not bad.

But at the rear...... there's some mess and stuff. That's not very nice, this.

I looked around, and there was something right next to me about when I got here.

Uh... uppermost, a few arms, no legs, just white, like a woman's mannequin... uh... what is this?

I couldn't feel any hostility, so observing, accidentally, it hugged me.

... It's been a while since I've had a broken rib.

I'm kind of happy about it, so I'm not sure about that guy's back (?) I put my arms around him and gave him a hug back, and he cringed and something broke.... Is that a broken rib?

I got worried, so I went away for a moment, and part of my face like a mannequin was cracked off, and my eyes matched the one behind it.

Those eyes laugh a little, bending over, picking up the cracked face and trying to put it back in place.

"Oh, wait."

Unexpectedly stops it and gives you a piece of glass that you had in your hand.

"It's better this way"

The glass pieces changed shape at some point, and the broken spot like a mannequin was about to be blocked perfectly.

"Before, you should see it, right?

Because I think we should see it, although what we see isn't always beautiful.

I had a slightly surprised eye like a mannequin, then narrowed my eyes, laughed, received a piece of glass and looked at it a little, then put it on my face like I had decided to.

Chili.

This is a dream. I'm sure I won't remember anything when I wake up.