Monster no Goshujin-sama

18. Misty Vault

eighteen

"Well, and"

As the story reached a paragraph, 'Misty Temporary Inn' rose.

"It's early to have a good time. We've been talking a lot."

Pay your arms loose.

The table and what was on it disappeared.

Surprise...... I guess it's not even something like that.

This is her world.

"Time to get ready to go with your husband"

Cleaning up what separates me with a swing of my arm, 'The Misty Vault' approached me.

Now, I'm not wary, but I wonder.

"Ready...? What are you gonna do?

In the sight of Me asking, "The Misty Inn" put his feet together.

"I am the magic itself called 'Misty Vault'. Whatever it is that builds the world, the only other time is just to drift through it. For me to go with my husband, I wish I could connect him to me."

Looking down at me as I sat in my chair, I grinned.

"So let's make a contract"

"... contract?

I frowned.

Because the word sounded familiar.

"Is that the same 'covenant' that elves make into spirits?

"Yeah. Basically, you can think of it as the same."

Upon confirmation, it was positive that it returned.

But it only increased my suspicions.

"... that you, the monster, can make the same covenant as the Spirit?

Surprise could have seeped into your voice.

But 'The Misty Vault' nodded like nothing.

"That's right. Because the Spirit is no different from me."

……

And I will harden in the words which I have been told.

Seeing my reaction like that, "The Misty Vault" curiously circled my eyes.

"Oh. Is that so surprising? Even spirits are made of magic without entities. Then it's not like me."

"That may be..."

If you ask me, you were right.

But my tone is going to be bad.

Naturally.

Something was wrong with not being.

"... then, I mean, what. You mean spirits are monsters too."

"Well, that's what happens."

Again, lightly, "The Misty Vault" affirmed.

I held my breath for a moment, even though I was holding my breath.

I guess this is a fact of nothing for the monster, The Misty Temporary Inn.

But for humans and elves, it's not.

Elves were being persecuted because the Spirit was labeled a monster.

That was a fact, it turns out.

"On the contrary, I can also say that I am the Spirit. It's a matter of perception."

In a pale tone of fact, "Misty Temporary Inn" continued.

Tilt your neck.

"Is that what's wrong?

"... no. It's no big deal."

After a long silence, I waved.

I was upset by the fact that I was asked unexpectedly, but if you think about it, just because the Spirit was a monster doesn't mean that the elf was a traitor who was through with the monster.

It makes no difference that past persecution is unjustified.

In the first place, it is the same thing for me to lead the monster itself, whether the Spirit is a monster or not.

Of course, the facts that I've learned are not of the kind that I can blow, but it would be enough to just be careful there.

"I'm sorry you broke your hips on the story. Go on."

"Okay."

Apologize to me, "Misty Inn" snorts.

"Even so, I think it would be a good idea to learn from Silan about the specific methods. I embody and serve the Spirit, because my senses shouldn't be so different."

"Really, you're just like the Spirit."

When it comes to the difference, the fact that "Misty Vault" has a solid self in itself.

And is it enough that I am not an elf, but a human being?

"Except I'm very fuel-efficient, so I can't do much. Like Silan, I think you should stop calling me all the time."

"Fuel consumption… is it a matter of consuming magic"

"Yep. With my own magic, I can also assist there to a certain extent..."

"I know. Is that supposed to be used to build the magic that creates the fog kingdom? If that's all right with you, just come out when you want to."

Well, it can't be that easy to get the power of the high monster class.

While teaching Silan the basics, it will be necessary to make a lot of trials and mistakes about what I can do now through my contract with 'Misty Vault'.

I know it's hard, but some things are a little heartwarming.

I was looking forward to starting tomorrow.

"But before the servants, you have to sign a contract in this place first. Even if they call it a contract, I don't know what to do. Am I supposed to wake up my sleeping silane?

"You don't have to."

I chuckled and shook the "Misty Vault" for the first time.

"How well does your husband know about his contract with the Spirit?

"Only being. I don't know the details."

"Then I'll go from there. A contract is a magic thing that fixes a spirit drifting in the world on itself. The most difficult thing there is to connect with the Spirit. Those who challenge the covenant must go to the same place as them by releasing their souls into the world through meditation."

"Surely what we need... a noble soul and a prayer of purity, was it?

"Yep. If the Spirit isn't the pure soul he prefers, he won't be able to make contact with the Spirit first, and if he doesn't keep his strong will, the soluble soul in the world will diffuse and never be undone again. That's why spiritual contracts are called trials."

Sometimes it's none of my business about spiritual covenants, and I've never heard of them properly before.

It was quite an interesting story.

"Except I'm already here this time, so I don't need this step."

"I see. We got the story."

I nodded and frowned.

"... but in the end, what am I supposed to do?

"Especially, nothing"

In short, 'Misty Vault' answered.

"You just have to accept me."

"No. You can give it to me, even if they say so..."

That, in a way, might have been a more difficult request than they specifically told me to do.

……

In the meantime, I'll do as I usually do when I'm aware of the path and stare at 'Misty Vault'.

"... n"

Then there was the feeling of a path connecting each other.

It was since Silan that I couldn't connect if I wasn't conscious.

Silan and I, "The Misty Vault" … What we have in common is that we were originally self-conscious.

After a moment, it may be difficult to connect paths with such beings.

"Wow. You can really accept that."

"Didn't you think you could?

"It wouldn't be the same thing that you know and actually experience, would it?

When I'm convinced that's true, too, 'Misty Temporary Inn' has reached this way.

Just give me a minute.

I'm going to touch all over my body to make sure.

It was like a palpation.

A little ticklish, but patient.

……

Waiting heavily, 'Misty Temporary Inn' accidentally tightened his expression.

"What's up? Was there a problem?

"... sir"

The glance directed at this one included something a little harsh.

"If you look closely, there's a gap."

"Gap?"

And I leaned my neck, and said, The Misty Inn.

"There's a gap in my soul. Well, no human being can have a single flaw in his soul, and in a spiritual covenant, he makes it the end of his connection with each other..."

"Then why don't you?

I don't really feel it, and I'm not sure, but it doesn't seem particularly problematic.

But "The Misty Vault" shook his head sideways.

"Your husband's is a little unnatural."

"And even if you say so."

"Whatever. Don't you have any idea?

……

When asked, there was something floating behind my brain.

- Incredible space I went to to help Silan.

- A statue of myself that cracks.

- It sounded like something was going to break during the battle with the Mad Beast.

"You do."

Whether you saw my complexion or something that came through my path, "The Misty Vault" sighed.

"It's nothing to worry about those cute kids for being impotent."

"I haven't had any particular glitches. Yeah, but... Silan used to tell me something similar. He got so mad."

"Silan... well, I guess she would"

"Hmm? Yeah, 'cause Silan's serious."

For a moment I leaned my neck against the vague way of saying it, and went on to ask.

"Is there anything that could go wrong with the contracts we're going to make?

"You can rest assured there. Because the covenant with me will not be so different than just making a pass. As I was saying, unlike the contract between the elf and the Spirit, it doesn't mean he's in danger of his life."

"Right."

It was also a compatible view with my own sense of understanding my abilities where they were instinctive.

I can make a contract. No problems arise.

If I don't even have to.

I don't mean to hesitate if I have to, but so far, I have had no reason to harm myself.

"Well, we're ready, shall we make a deal?"

"Oh. Do it."

Confirming that I nodded, 'The Misty Inn' has put his hand to this one's right eye.

"I'm going to be a cohabitant, but it's nice to meet you, Asalina"

"Summer"

As Asarina watches, the fog gushes out of the ragged palms of "The Misty Inn," forming a magical formation as it is.

Expanded magic formations, shrunk as they are, come close to the right eye.

I accepted the magic formation with patience that I was about to close my eyes reflexively.

"Ugh..."

A small groan at the feeling of pain in the back of the eye.

Unexpectedly I pressed my right eye, and the Misty Inn told me satisfactorily.

We have a contract.

- That declaration was an opportunity.

The smiling 'Misty Vault' woman fades and disappears.

At the same time, the contours of this building with us began to blur.

The fog is about to be solved.

"Your husband!?

When Lily and the others, who noticed the anomaly, jumped down the stairs into the room, the 'Misty Temporary Inn' body had almost turned into fog.

"Ko, is this...?

The baffled looking Lillies, in a true sense, look just like they usually do.

The reality that was being rewritten by the Great Magic is returning to normal.

"Did you enjoy your dream time?

"The Misty Vault" laughed at everyone making their eyes black and white.

"Oh, don't worry. I wish my husband would ask me more later, because the only person you want to be real in this world is the person who wants it to be remembered properly."

Tell everyone and wink at me.

They'll keep quiet about everything I remember.

Well, that would be better.

Some people want to hear about what's going on, but that's because it must be natural to wait for me to cut it out of the other side.

"Ah. Yes, sir"

And, at that time, 'Misty Temporary Inn' called out, looking like he remembered something.

Do a trick that matches your hands, which are almost clear enough.

"Finally, could you give me a name, too?

I had a little idea when I was looking at expectations.

"... right"

I think of some of the options I had available in my brain for when I had more family members one day.

I picked one of them and put it on my tongue.