Tsuki Ga Michibiku Isekai Douchuu
Chapter 47: Makoto World ~ Tomoe ~

~ Tomoe Side ~

My master is sitting.

Its presence is thin. That's one step toward death.

However, I cannot smell the death of master. How contradicting.

Master had left the party before the party was over, feeling his presence getting thinner, I arrived at this place with Mio.

What's the matter?

Mio wanted to jump out as quickly as possible to ensure her safety, but I stopped her.

The Waka state. It was as if he was doing this as usual.

I instructed Mio to stay and analyze the situation. There was no sign of Waka committing suicide. Instead, he said that he was going to take off his mask, that he was going to set up shop inside a company, and we had problems about being a royal. It was more like, he lived his life in abundance.

He was also very happy that Mio found the flower.

And in front of us, a crazy ritual was going on.

It's a show that doesn't bore me when I watch it, but now it's not the time for that.

One of the problems that we were unable to solve even when we investigated it, the expansion of Asora, occurred right at the time Waka's consciousness returned!

At the same time, Waka's presence became clear, and the paired arrows were sent flying to distant targets as if they were being sucked up. His movements were so beautiful that it would captivate anyone. It was as natural as breathing. Our eyes went from Waka to the arrow, then to a distant target.

Thoughts like 'it won't hit', there's not even a shred of it in our minds. When Waka changed from a seat to a moving position, I was sure it would hit.

And when I turned my gaze from the target to Waka, I felt my mouth wide open.

Waka's magic power, which was already very large, suddenly increased.

The maximum capacity of magic power was not something that usually increased. Even when you put your whole life to training, by doubling that amount you will be called the existence of the Devil.

There was also a secret method to use the pact, but the losses were considerable. In many ways, this was an outside measure, a method that could even be called a forbidden-ja technique.

And the maximum capacity of that magic power suddenly doubled.

His presence is back thinning. Mio's face became grim. I'm also very worried.

And then, Asora began to distort, and, her magic power doubled.

Did you tell me that he has repeated the process of death and resurrection ?! Asora grew larger several times as the arrow was sent flying, each time the arrow was released, an expansion occurred.

Are you telling me that Asora's world is responding to Waka's increased magic power and expanding?

Something like the creation of the world, is an act that no one in this world can do, you know?

It's not something half as dimensional as my specialty and I can intervene with.

Right, it can't compare to this. Even the Goddess was incapable.

The Goddess 'descended' to this land, and after speaking with a number of previous inhabitants who lived in it, created a world that allowed it to be inhabited. He made contracts with the people of this land, and on top of that, gave birth to various species.

Therefore, me and the other superior dragons were some of the previous residents. By the way, Mio, in a sense, was a previous resident as well. In his case, he was a drifter, he ended up in this country by chance.

That's right, even the Goddess couldn't freely make it. I know that he is not the strongest God race there is, but he is one of the Gods left with management. He must have a certain status.

So what exactly is our master? Did you tell me that she did something that surpassed that Goddess in some degree, subconsciously?

With his own efforts? Or is it the power that God gave him when he came into this world, who was responsible for this? From what I saw in Waka's memory, it felt like someone of little importance, a glorious God.

No matter if he came from another world, he was still human. Even with effort or help, it was not something I thought was possible.

Wait, if my deduction about this world is true, maybe I can solve another case assigned to me.

Climate irregularities of Asora. The solution to that appears.

Well, anyway.

What an interesting situation. A person who could reach the creation god-class magic power after a few shots of archery. How strange. Moreover, the action he took to reach the level of a God was not a heavy ordeal but something he was used to.

I will never be tired. Makoto is an existence that will never bore me. It made me wonder if he would really die in a hundred years. I can't believe that.

If that was the case, it would not be an exaggeration to think that the Goddess would notice this. More precisely, perhaps he would use a number of influential people and even heroes to defeat him.

Beyond God.

Waka spoke ill of the Goddess, but I could not feel any hostility or malice, and even if there was, it was pure hatred that did not end with killing intent.

He might hate her and he might argue about her. Maybe there was no feeling of pleasure for him. But why is that? I can't imagine the image of my master bathed in the Goddess' blood and pushing her down the path of destruction.

Maybe I just don't want to imagine her figure drowning in madness and hatred. In normal cases, it would be a treatment that would incite anyone to want to kill him. Of all the things he threw into the wastelands, it even made me question his sanity.

In time, beyond God. The name of the action given to the God of Assassins came to my mind.

After all, it was a forbidden word. Looking at my desperate master and laughing weakly, I could not stop my lips from lifting up.

A scribe in a company or role examines Asora. Even using me as a dictionary suitable for items of this world.

Use me for anything. If it was because of this great and dangerous master that I could not see his limits, I would do anything.