Monster no Goshujin-sama

One.

There is no sky in this place.

On the contrary, even the earth is lost, and a black nothingness pokes holes.

The inner world created by Takahiro Mashima's ability.

Salvia was alone, standing in front of the high school gate.

Exhale more.

The inclusion of something painful there was nothing I could do.

At the time the boy's power created this place, the world was already scratched and worn out.

Then again, the world fell apart every once in a while.

... again this time.

To protect what matters, the boy's world was lost.

Finally, I left one high school property, and this world is gone.

Half a step to deadly bankruptcy.

But that wasn't the only change.

It's Salvia who's been in this place for a long time, so there was something I could feel.

"'Deepened' again... maybe?

Takahiro Mashima had felt like 'sinking deep' to come here since this was the world of lightning.

And Salvia, too.

Whenever the boy's abilities deepened, he felt like 'this world itself is sinking deeper'.

I've felt thin before, but this time it was a little remarkable.

I don't know what that means.

In the first place, it could be an illusion.

It's just a sensory thing, and it's not like it can be explained quantitatively.

"But if this is right..."

A world that is the very path that connects the mind to the mind.

What lies ahead of you when you sink?

And there was one more thing to think about.

"... who was that"

Past the back of his brain was a bizarre intruder who faced each other twice along with a contractor boy.

The first time was shortly after the arrival of the Empire City.

The second time was in the otherworlds created by The Foundations of the World.

When the consciousness of the contractor boy came to this world, he encountered a young man with burnt brown hair.

In the end, I'm not sure what that was, but Salvia had some concerns.

"Kind of, looks familiar... like"

Crush in an unbound tone.

I didn't think of it the first time, but when I saw him the second time, he hooked me up.

I felt like I looked familiar, as if one curtain of memory had peeled off.

Nevertheless, that never leads to some certainty.

I had no choice.

Having wandered the world for a long time, "The Misty Vault" has broken up when it meets various human beings.

With the exception of the current contractors and the clan of Crustacean Dragon Malvinas, they are just people who are different and few remember their faces because of the long time that has passed.

I just felt like I looked familiar, and that didn't tie into some clue.

"If I could have had a conversation, I might have remembered something..."

But when the contractor boy asked who he was, the youth did not return a decent answer.

Instead, the conversation did not come to fruition.

Youth don't do anything, they've just broken into this world...

"No. That's more of an intrusion than..."

Salvia crushed thoughtfully, it was then.

"Oh."

A small hand grabbed the hem of her skirt.

I noticed a gentle smile on her face.

"What's going on?

……

There she was, a little girl.

It won't reach ten years old enough.

He was wearing a simple white piece with bright green hair extended as far as his waist.

Eyes looking up at Salvia, red as blood.

Plumpy lips opened.

……

But no voice was uttered.

As the girl pointed her lips young, she held them on Salvia's legs like they were infidelity rotten.

"Oh, I don't think so."

Salvia deepened her smile, reaching out and slapping the girl on the back.

Let the girl, who looks up to say something, shake her neck to the side.

"Oh, wait a minute. Because I still have things to do."

Noticing herself delayed by unanswered questions, Salvia smiled bitterly and struck out her thoughts.

She's basically drawn to Takahiro Mashima's inner world, but she's not just spending time for no reason.

With one hand, let the green girl abandon, and with the other, let her face the world of a boy flat and lacking in vain.

What is created is a white mist that fills the void with a black and missing world.

The true value of the magical "Misty Inn" outside is demonstrated.

The power to make the impossible aspirations a reality repaired only a little of the boy's world that was lacking.

Nevertheless, if you put it as a whole, very few.

Salvia frowned at the pain.

Although I used my peculiar powers to fix the world, I can't even chase it away.

There will no longer be many things the boy remembers.

How much fear is that?

The boy's readiness to defend what is important is extraordinary, but his sensibilities belong only to the natural boy.

Scary things are scary.

Rather, the fear of losing it could be huge because it's him.

I am prepared and comfortable with the fear.

Thinking of the cold loss that would be afflicting the boy, Salvia can't help but remember a sharp pain in her chest.

Holding him tight, it brings up the desire to protect him.

Feeling that way is not love.

There was no love spoil in Salvia's feelings toward the contractor boy.

There was just something warm there.

A presence that leans in and protects each other.

Think of each other, my dear ones.

Something she had long, long time only been a bystander of the world had ever gotten.

The contractor boy and his family were family to Salvia.

It's like my sister thinks of my brother.

Or that's what parents think of their children.

Although I have never told him because I am aware that it is an emotion that is past to me, which is magic itself, it was those emotions that Salvia had.

So......

We have to protect him.

……

The young girl, who was listening to the words of her vows, nodded, smashing her gavel with a small "Sama".