Monster no Goshujin-sama

Sixteen.

I was apparently unconscious.

Maybe it would have been easier to keep it that way.

I felt terrible and woke up.

At that moment, a blinding severe pain slammed him into the brain marrow.

"Damn!? Ahhh!?

Left arm.

The flesh of the exposed arm is scattering the pain.

It stained bright red in front of me and was so intense that the consciousness I had just regained was dispersed.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The incomprehensible bitterness leaks and holds his arms in.

What?

What happened?

Confused but trying to remember what happened before I lost consciousness.

What resuscitated the back of his brain was the feeling of a cold, ominous blade.

"Oh......"

That's right.

I remember.

I was ambushed.

Koji Hibiya's blow slashed his left arm.

After that, he wore his chest... and yet, why is he alive?

"Ah... Gu"

I remember when I was ambushed.

Indeed, at that moment, I rose to life.

They interfered with space with the magic of fog.

Not against Koji Hibiya.

Because I knew it wouldn't work with my ability to interfere against all those powerful capable people.

So it was my own body that interfered with the rash.

They managed to travel through space interference so as to escape the 'absolute amputation' demon sword.

It should have been a decision none other than this.

Still, however, it should be noted that I was too busy to make it.

I should have been a deep blow before when I was flown into another world, with natural healing abilities close to Gabella and Lily, but still shouldn't be able to help.

Yet I just wondered why… and I felt uncomfortable with my nostalgia.

"What...?

Maintain a bright consciousness somehow and make your body nod when it doesn't move well due to the shock of blood loss.

Insert your right hand into your nostalgia as you run scared of broken armor that exposes a smooth cutting surface.

I pulled out what touched my fingertips.

"This is Rose's …"

Rolling out was a sword in two.

"The Rose's Sword" sharpened from Rose's own body, the producer.

It was a magical tool of special protection that could be described as her identities.

"You protected me, you gave me that"

Opponent of the 'absolute amputation' demon sword that will not allow any protection.

The fact that you could resist that one against your opponent, even if it was only a slight resistance, can only be described as a miracle.

Thanks to you, I spared my life.

"... did you survive"

I lost my arm, but I'm still alive.

If you live, I can resist.

I can still fight.

With healing magic, it will take time, but even your arms will still connect.

So it's okay.

Because it's okay...

"Ah..."

- At that moment, deadly noise ran into the consciousness to say so.

Thanks to the aggressive judgment I made at that moment and Rose's "The Rose's Scarf," I was able to connect my life with the sword.

Still, the wound I sustained was too deep.

In the first place, the presence of me was just too much.

It was on the verge of the collapse of existence, using the "cornerstone of the world" to counter the "King of Disasters" that destroys the world.

It is linked to the spirit and the flesh.

What happens if there is significant damage to the flesh where it was eating away the collapse on the verge of its limits?

"Ah, ah, ah..."

I had a feeling of desperate loss that made me want to scream out unexpectedly.

Flesh and bone are scattered from the tip of the finger by the unknown monster.

Such an illusion, I'm sure, is not far off.

Where am I and what am I doing?

That's the obvious thing, I don't know.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah"

The thing called myself, desperate and clinging, melts.

The self I kept at the rind quickly unwinds and spreads mist.

Fade. Fade. Gone.

I'm scared and I'm about to scream, even myself disappearing like that.

I don't know who I am anymore.

"Samaa......"

- I heard a powerless squeal.

As soon as I was about to break, my consciousness was tethered, probably because, in the end, there was something important to me.

"Asa, Lina"

After speaking out, I realized I'd gotten myself back.

Of course, I didn't recover.

As always, cracks remain running on me.

If you lose your mind, you'll soon lose sight of yourself.

Consciousness is in danger. Repeatedly, blindness is seeping vaguely.

But at least I could remember who I was.

Lord of the families.

Who leads them.

That was enough to reboot my nearly broken self.

"... Wake up, Ro"

I scratched my diffusing self and poked my trembling hand to the ground.

Wake up your torso and give it a face.

I could see my chopped arm rolling a little further away.

I was fortunate not to be crushed by rubble.

Disconnected. It's hard to think of it as your own.

But when I saw Asalina loose there, which had been severed with her left arm, I had no doubt.

"Asalina......"

Calling in a plundering voice.

Tickling Asalina moved.

Good, he's alive.

Then we need to help.

"Wait..."

Force the immobile body to drive.

The blinding pain runs, but I eat my teeth all the time.

As he drifts, he pulls his body and heads to Asalina.

"Right now, I'm at Lily's..."

Grab the ground with dirty hands with blood and mud, forward.

Previous.

Don't give up.

Without giving up hope.

Let's go.

I found him, Mashima.

- I heard that voice.

The voice was oddly plundering.

Keep crawling and gaze at your voice.

There was the figure of a young man breathing on his shoulders.

"Mr. Kuda..."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Not your people."

My fallen eyes were looking down at this one.

Apparently he's wearing out too.

Or is there a mental place on the table?

He seemed to be more hunted down when he said it was Mr. Tsuda who was hunting him down.

But I couldn't afford to worry about how he looked like that.

"Sorry, Mashima."

Sword in one hand, approaching.

There was a dry intention to kill in my eyes looking down at this one.

"Here, you're done"

"... eh"

Ruggedly, he pulled a spare weapon - a sweeping knife - out of a magic toolbag attached to his leg.

Carefully armed, but I can't wield my sword properly in this body as it is anyway.

Seeing me like that, Mr. Hada-san shook his head to the side.

"Don't do it. You know it's useless. Give it up. That'll make it easier."

I spared no strength but to speak up, and I looked back silently.

It's impossible to give up.

Fight it.

... but behind the will, the hand holding the knife was trembling over the weight.

It was too scratchy.

It was the limit.

In the meantime, and more importantly, the enemy is the Explorer's two-name Multiple Being.

Even in full condition, they are not enemies if they come from the front.

I have decided not to give up, and I will continue to fight until the last moment.

But reason understood that there was nothing more to be done about this situation.

"Oh. I knew you wouldn't give up."

That's what Mr. Hada said, and he shook up his sword.

It looked painful somewhere, but I don't hesitate to move.

It kills me as it is.

I know.

But a body as heavy as a bag of mud can't even resist properly.

The moment of the end.

The blade is relentlessly swung down, and everything so far is accidentally due - it was on the brink of it.

"... what!?

Signs of immense magic erupted without any foretaste.

That was almost equally unexpected.

Mr. Tsuda, who was about to wave his sword down this way, jumped back a lot.

It was just a magical reaction to make the capable man do that.

Same as the strongest white spider in the tree sea, Gabella, or, a little, more than that.

The source was my arm, which rolled on the floor.

Precisely the grass that grew from the back of his hand.

The green light is rising.

What is happening?

Staring ahead, the change happened.

"... what?

A young girl appears so young that she is not even ten years old that she floats in the universe.

Apparently, it's like a phantom.

The figure was half-transparent.

The bright green hair stretches as far as the waist and the small body is wrapped in a simple white piece.

Eyes staring at this one, red as blood.

The impression is somewhere similar to Gabella because of the color of her eyes, and the atmosphere feels something close to Salvia.

A path connecting each other made them understand who they were.

"No way, Asalina...?

When I called, the girl - Asarina snorted.

Speaking of which, she was in my world, spending time with Salvia.

As far as the magic of illusion is concerned, there is not as much existence as Salvia.

If this is how he taught the magic of creating phantoms, he was convinced.

But why on this occasion?

Asarina is staring at me for confusion.

I think I'm going to miss something.

Sounds sorry.

Why not?

I had a very bad feeling about it.

But before I could say anything, Asarina had her lips open.

"Sorry."

I've never heard anything but a squeal, it was her word.

So, I realized.

To talk like this, I guess she's been sneaking up on illusion practice.

I envy everyone chatting.

Dream of a day when we'll be able to talk.

Trying to surprise him, maybe he even thought it was childish.

But this.

Too.

"Wait..."

I stretched out my bloody hand, driven by impulses.

I was so desperate to forget the pain.

But I couldn't get it together.

The girl's phantom disappeared.

At the same time, the back of my left arm, which was rolling, exploded.

"- Huh!?

No, you're not.

It was so illusory that a large mass of crawl popped up.

"Huh..."

The witnessed Mr. Tsuta complains.

The mass of the abnormally grown spreads was already equal to the flood.

One of these days, I'm gonna smash the floor, and I'm gonna hit you.

Mr. Tsuda avoided the attack by running off.

"Ko, is this......!?

Looking back, he had a flashing face.

What was there was no longer a monster of spreading grass.

"Zaaaa, aaaaaaa, maaaaaa......!

Even the wooden dragon and the presence to be called was a roar of intimidation.

A vicious fang that could crush even steel is making a beep and sounding at the enemy's life.

The hard-grown trunk is so thick that the two adults can't hold hands together.

The bark was sturdy enough to be found on dragon scales, and the passage of the clashed castle was heavily damaged.

I have a large torso.

Asalina, transformed into a wooden dragon, advanced.

"Zaaaaaaaa!"

"This guy......!?

Hada-san, who changed his blood phase, jumps at the cow, but he can't pull it apart.

"Grr, ooh!

Was it your instinct as Warrior to avoid doing so on your side?

A sword waved in a counterattack eats into the torso of a wooden dragon and slashes it deep.

But it won't get to the amputation.

"Zaaaa!"

"Whoa, whoa!?

Mass turns into violence as it is.

A twisted body involves the sword and leaves the hand.

Mr. Hada-san, who lost his weapon, tried to distance himself.

Without forgiveness, Asarina hangs up the chase.

It was overwhelming.

Attack by high mass and sturdy bark.

A body of a plant that has no flesh and does not suffer injuries.

And extraordinary regeneration.

Impossible - I don't think so.

Originally, Asalina's qualities were pushed through among her family.

The only uniquely irregular, born sprouting with the flesh of a metastatic with unusual powers in this world.

Even my family had the best if only qualities.

However, because my flesh, the soil, was poor, I could hardly demonstrate its qualities.

If I could have shown it all, I could have been such a powerful monster.

But the question is why is she able to demonstrate her original qualities?

What is it that you are sharpening for?

"Za...... uhh"

The anomaly soon appeared.

Painfully, Asalina gets bored.

Still, I'm not trying to stop chasing enemies - it's just that its body withers off the edge.

"Ya, meh..."

Where are you bringing what you are missing from?

Even now, I can see that I am rapidly losing what is meant by my vitality.

And if the momentum was lost at all, the power of the metastasizers was not so sweet as to miss it.

"Now... what do you say!

The wounded Mr. Kuda screamed.

The elaborate magic is freed and countless fireballs pour down into Asalina from the unfolded magic formation.

"Zah, aah...... aah"

There's so much fire that you can't keep your eyes open that fine debris flies in.

The scream of the disconnected demon rose.

"Fuck you..."

You just chilled your liver, Mr. Kuda poisons you.

But I can't afford to look out for you right now.

The dust will subside.

What I saw in my eyes was the remains of a dead and burning Asalina.

"... ah"

At that moment, there was a sound of something hanging up at the rind that cut off.

"Oh, oh..."

Collapse.

What was enduring to its limits disintegrates.

Broken, crushed - from its edge, burning up.

Breaking doesn't mean getting zero.

Expected end road.

When I have exceeded my limits, I have lost myself.

In that way, it can just end up being a 'phenomenon that protects everyone'.

It was something I knew a long time ago.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwww!

On the verge of losing consciousness, I heard myself scream.

Or it could have been a production.

A runoff of abilities.

Hope swallows existence and invades the world.

The existence of Takahiro Mashima is lost and becomes strange.

A mere presence to protect his family roared.