Chapter 198: Root of the Heart (2)

In the enlarged desire even so because he wished for light and stretched a hand. The seed of desire sucked up that feeling and sprouted a new root.

"In the seed of desire that originally sucks up one desire and alters the body, by making it suck a strong correct desire after the Monster Villain transformation started offset. The seed of desire simply insufficient output, became unable to paint over reason."

That is the reason he is able to maintain reason. And Alter has also noticed that fact.

While somehow understanding Mouse-san’s words he involuntarily twists his neck.

"...Is that useful in the fight?"

There is a question whether he himself has that kind of correct feeling, but put aside once.

The problem is not that he gets strong at the place of understanding the current state.

After all not that the insufficient power changes.

"...The other root, what do you think is happening?"

Mouse-san stares at his chest.

"Sawayama Senjumaru-san. Your sexual desire, beast desire, altered you yourself into a tentacle Monster Villain."

The seed of desire is a thing that roots in a human and remakes into another existence.

A thing that sucks up the desire everyone has, makes nutrient, roots the whole body and alters into the existence of Monster Villain.

"Originally you who should be violating women as desire. The other desire suppressing that. That is still sleeping in your body."

His other so-called root has not remade his own body.

Rooted in the body, continuing to sleep quietly.

Current he is a tentacle Monster Villain only maintaining reason, precisely because of that the instant the original knowledge became useless he ended up exposing the true color.

But if. If the root that is only antagonizing and silent remade his body.

If able to become not a tentacle Monster Villain but a more different existence.

"That desire, the wish of how wanting to be, should change your body."

That is the key to break the current state.

The awakening Alter Native feared, Mouse-san talks.

Vigilante Atel Octo can become far stronger than now.

There was a sensation of the heart. No, the seed of desire pulsing. Trembling as if finally noticed.

But he cannot do anything toward that pulsation.

Actually if the root that easily remakes the body if when he was worrying this and that, when he thought wanting more power his body would have changed.

Damn, even power-up cannot do satisfactorily...!

Pathetic, frustrating, the gripped fist starts trembling.

Separately not acting a completely flawless hero. But the heart was shouting there is more he can do, would have done better.

At that kind of shout of himself there is himself rebutting what is that expectation, heavy.

In the first place he did not think wanting to reincarnate in this world, the story is only vaguely remembered and no attachment. Say complaints to the guy who threw this kind of fool on the stage and arbitrarily raised the curtain.

Yes, separately he did not wish to become this way.

Therefore let’s leave everything to someone already. For an ordinary person only of sexual desire, done reasonably well?

Those words press the inside of the head, there is also a part convinced yes, and yet why does he not want to acknowledge that.

What is that frustrating, what is that pathetic, he is not that great a guy. His own thing, should understand the most...!

"...Therefore properly face the origin."

Ton.

Lightly tapping his chest Mouse-san smiled.

"With one girl who became the trigger you became Vigilante."

Only saying that she turned her back to him.

"A little, Mouse-san will also help. That said Mouse-san was not a beast-magic soldier for combat, so to win against Alter Native probably need to pay many compensations."

Space distorts.

The texture of Mouse’s general store peels off, and from the gaps the school is peeking.

"...As you know, because I have been leaning close to many justice’s ruin and many evil’s rise. I will do about time buying."

Therefore do not mind time.

I will hold out, be relieved.

In the vanishing different space Mouse-san turned once.

"Finally one.

In the current world there is no decided flow. Therefore. As felt, as thought, move as one human. Mouse-san will also help a little."

"...The meaning I do not understand well."

"When calmed I will slowly explain... then."

The different space shatters.

Returns to the school.

He. Without turning back ran out.

Honestly he does not understand the meaning that much, and also thinks tell various properly more.

But. Even if hearing this and that not necessarily able to understand, and even if understood he does not think able to put a hand that improves the situation. Grades are not good, he.

Therefore even if full of mistakes, anyway only continue advancing without stopping...!

While shouting in the heart he jumps in. And saw that.

"...Lea. s."

The figure of Leas Lott trying to forcibly move the unmoving body.

The limbs tremble, the glossy silver hair sticks to the body with sweat that seeped. The reason of tears flowing from the two pupils is for terror, or for her own patheticness.

On the floor vomit is scattered. Whether even if vomiting the mood still does not get better, the breathing is a sound as if enduring a thing rising from inside.

A figure he has seen in the original.

In ’Magical Warrior Sacred Knights’ the status of sanity set per heroine, the figure when that becomes zero.

Unlike ’Starlight Armored Princess Earthia’ even if sanity becomes zero does not die crazy, but the heart breaks and becomes unable to fight as Sacred. Commonly called hikikomori-ization.

There is an erotic scene dedicated to this state, but because becoming impossible to make fall to darkness and make a piece, unless in the middle of collecting erotic scenes a situation that should be avoided as much as possible.

"A. Atel... Octo."

With a trembling voice Leas muttered.

By that voice consciousness is finally pulled back to reality.

Erotic scene collection if not? A situation that should be avoided as much as possible? Fool, thinking normally a situation that should be avoided decided...!

He forcibly pushes away the game knowledge floating in the brain.

Either way in the original no means to save after becoming this situation. Then this kind of thing all unnecessary.

Anyway already far from the original, in the game or, in the original or, ridiculous beyond.

"Wa. it, now, properly, fight."

"...Not able to transform, Saber."

While saying he sat beside Leas. Guchari trampling the scattered vomit.

"A. No good, dirty... so... s, immediately, clean, do..."

"If starting to say that kind of thing at the point I sat on the bed vomit is error error. Look, the sheets are sucking mucus more and more? Total replacement this..."

He grabs the shoulder of Leas trying to stand and talks in a deliberately joking tone.

But his guts were boiling hot hot.

That is anger.

Not a thing directed at someone. Indignation toward himself.

While Leas is becoming this way what was he doing?

After saved by Sacred Arrow, what was he doing?

Getting flustered at Doris’s stream or Reiko trying to take a shower, shining eyes at the existence of the underground secret base. While Leas is cornered he was surely grinning.

What is he doing fool, if cannot do even if cannot think more and move, why cannot do properly, he dislikes himself.

Truly he thinks not the vessel.

There is a more amazing and splendid protagonist hero, not this kind of dust.

Or even a development of a machine-like god appearing and saving everything happy end fine. If he played that kind of work he has confidence of making the disk a frisbee, but for him living here now the salvation of absurd with zero foreshadowing is what he wants.

He desperately swallows that kind of weak sound.

If keeping up, until the end.

He turns his face to Leas and showed a smile at the mouth corner.

"Naa... a little, not talk?"

At a too ordinary way of cutting out he almost bursts laughing even about himself.

Was there no better way of cutting out?

Is there not a better way of carrying the talk?

That question and anxiety is surely fact.

But the one here is only him, not that there is a guy who substitutes.

No, wrong.

Yes, wrong.

Even if there was someone who seems able to do better than him. He does not want to yield the role of leaning close to broken Leas to another guy.