Do You Love Your Mom and Her Two-Hit Multi-Target Attacks?, Vol. 6

“Whew! That was so uncomfortable! This dress is much too small for me.”

Mamako appeared in a wedding dress! The fabric at her chest was definitely straining, looking ready to rip!

“Now we can finally settle— Wait, Mom, why are you dressed like that?!”

“Well, before we started this whole operation, I was talking to the queen. I said it had been ages since I wore a wedding dress, so she said I could try it on, and—”

“You knew full well we’d be fighting! What were you thinking?! Go change!”

“Good point. It’d be a real shame to get it dirty… Porta, dear, could you help me get changed?”

“Yes! I’ll help!”

Mamako temporarily retreated. As she headed to the waiting room behind the altar, her party and the assembled soldiers and Mages all applauded. “No need to clap!” shouted Masato. But nobody seemed inclined to stop. Oh well.

Grasping the situation, Amante and Sorella ground their teeth.

“Argh… This sucks! And this means…”

“Yep, you guessed it!” said Masato.

“You were really trying to marry your moooother?! That’s immoraaaaal! A criiiime!”

“Nooooooooooooooo!! Argh, I can’t believe you were stupid enough to fall for such an obvious trap! But it’s time for us to defeat your feeble little brains once and for all! …Everybody, attack!”

Combat time.

At Masato’s order, the royal guards charged the undead army. Honed sword skills and magic quickly tore through the ranks, making up for the numerical disadvantage.

Masato was thrilled.

“Everyone’s following my orders, defeating enemy after enemy… Oh man! Commanding is super-fun!”

“Commander Masato! I can fight, too! Give me orders!”

“Got it! Mone, you…at present, are forbidden from being spoiled!”

“Whaaat?! If I can’t be spoiled, I can’t control my powers… Oh no… The forbidden power that swallows everything is activating…!”

“Exactly! Keep that up! …Soldiers! Throw all the bits of the enemy her way! Advance only when it’s clear underfoot!”

“Sniff… I’ve been turned into a trash can… This is no way to treat your girlfriend!”

“One for all! All for victory! Just bear with it a little longer!”

Masato’s cunning scheme lent wind to the guard’s onslaught. This was already a rout.

Now they just needed to take down the enemy leaders.

“I owe you one for the changing-room incident! I’ll take on the Heavenly Kings! Wise, Medhi, back me up!”

“Forget it! We’ll take care of them without you!”

“Don’t worry about us, Commander! You stay right there and watch!”

“No, uh… That’s not… I mean, standing at the altar watching everyone fight for me isn’t bad, but I’d rather fight on the front lines, and… You can’t just ignore orders like…!”

He didn’t want to admit they might not trust him.

Wise and Medhi ran back up the aisle toward Amante and Sorella.

“We’re taking you both down!” said Wise.

“That’s our line! You’re no match for us!”

“Try making a lick of sense for once,” said Medhi. “Did you forget how easily we bested you last time?”

“Well, that tiiime, we weren’t seriouuuus. But today we aaaare. Soooo…first attaaack! …Spara la magia per mirare… Tacere!”

“Not happening! …Spara la magia per mirare… Reflessione! And! Reflessione!”

Sorella cast a Silence spell. But at the same time, Wise cast a spell that reflected any magic cast on her or Medhi.

The magic-seal effect directed at them went bouncing back to Sorella…

“Gotcha! Ha!”

…but Amante jumped to block it.

Amante had a skill that reflected any attack. The magic seal bounced again.

Wise’s magic was sealed. Medhi’s magic was sealed.

“…What…the…?”

“Wise is one thing, but it even worked on me?!”

“Reflections of reflections always laaaand! You pulled the same trick on Amante last tiiime!”

“And now you get a taste of your own medicine! …Heh, how do you like it? It’s over for you two!”

Amante drew her rapier and hurled herself forward in a powerful lunge.

Rattled by the magic seal, Wise and Medhi didn’t react in time. Both clenched up, closing their eyes.

And just before Amante ran them through…

“No, you don’t!”

…an arm wearing a gauntlet thrust through the space between them. His shield wall deployed, soaking Amante’s Gatling gun–like flurry of stabs. Wise and Medhi were unharmed.

Meanwhile, Masato’s hand was pretty badly damaged, but he elected to grin and bear it like a real man.

“That was a close one… You both okay?”

“Uh, yeah… We’re fine but pissed off!” Tch.

“Extremely frustrating. This just isn’t right!” Tch.

“Why are you both clicking your tongues?! I expected a different reaction!”

Saving people didn’t usually get you frowned at. Masato was the frustrated one here!

“Whatever—here! The Porta Special! I kept some on hand just in case. Undo that magic seal!”

“Even Masato showed up prepared… Now I’m even more pissed!”

“Are we sure this isn’t the prince disguised as Masato? It would explain everything.”

“I’m not the prince! Quit your—”

“Come on! This is no time for chitchat!”

“Right! Unh!”

Amante’s onslaught was right at their throats. Masato drew his sword, knocking her attack away. “Here, use these!” He tossed the seal-cure jewels to Wise and stepped in front of them.

Attacks from Masato were reflected. The only way to not take himself out was to use his sword and shield wall to deflect the enemy’s attacks, slowly pushing her back.

“Tch… You’ve gotten better at this! Even though you’re just Masato Oosuki! The nerve!”

“You too?! I’m practically ready to cry here! Like, serious blubbering!”

“You’re Masatoooo! You should suck at all thiiiiis! So just… stopppp.”

The massive tome over Sorella’s head opened. A dark light blackened the floor around her, and undead soldiers…

“Not on my watch! …Spara la magia per mirare… Purificare!”

But Medhi’s purification spell went off first. Before the undead soldiers could even fully emerge, holy light struck and vaporized them.

“Now that all the filth has been cleared away, it’s time for the main attraction! Heh-heh-heh…” …Rumble, rumble…

“Eeeeeek! She’s more terrifying than any undead hoooorde!”

“Sorella! Use your debuff skill! Quick!”

“I—I don’t have tiiiime! It’s all I can do to doooodge!”

“Then I’ll take the Cleric—”

“Nope! …Spara la magia per mirare… Lento! And! Reflessione!”

Wise chain cast a spell that lowered the speed reflected off Amante, then reflected it back—and this time it got her.

Amante’s agility dropped. Now they could dodge her powerful blows. Sorella was in a panic and unable to do anything.

“Hell yeah! We’re on the way to victory now!”

“Second straight girl-gang win! Let’s go!”

“Why you…! Right…Sorella!”

“W-we’ve got to ruuuun! Retreeeeeat!”

Amante and Sorella jumped on the giant magic tome, trying to escape.

But Masato had been waiting for that.

“I knew that’s what you’d do… And flying enemies are all miiiiiiine!”

The girls may have wrestled the spotlight back, leaving him standing like an idiot with his sword out, but now he threw his back into a huge swing. “Masato Oosuki is—!” “Of all peeeeeople!” “Fine, just keep doing that, see if I care!” His homing beam scored a direct hit on the tome and knocked Amante and Sorella off.

They fell flat on the floor and were quickly surrounded. There was no escape.

The wedding concerto reached its final movement. Time to wrap things up.

And the one who would do that…

“Thanks for waiting! Mama’s done changing!” Porta’s voice echoed across the chapel.

Mamako had emerged from the changing room.

“I’m a little nervous! Hee-hee!”

Mamako was wearing a white kimono! The obi was embroidered with gold, and her hair was done up in a traditional style, held in place with gold hairpins! The very picture of Japanese tradition!

That’s all well and good, but…

“I said to get changed for combat! …Why are you always like this, Mom?! Argh!”

Rather than a blushing bride, we have a weeping son. But here Mamako was, dressed for an old-fashioned Japanese wedding. Behind her stood the queen and Kanako, the prince and Rika.

The undead army were already routed. The royal guards lined both sides of the aisle, clearing a path for the dignitaries.

And the first one down it was…Mone.

“Masato… I can’t wait any longer… I’m ready to burst…!” A loud whooshing sound accompanied Mone’s cries.

“There, there! Good job maintaining a steady gravitational pull! You can stop now!”

He allowed her to spoil herself all she wanted. Mone calmed down.

Then the party turned and grinned at Amante and Sorella.

“Er… Mamako Oosuki’s outfit is just beyond baffling, but…what’s with these smirks? What are you all plotting?”

“O-oh noooo… Are you all going to beat the tar out of uuuus? That’s not niiiiice! You shoooouldn’t!”

“Yeah, you’re right,” agreed Masato. “It’d be out of character.”

“So we’re gonna let you off with a single blow.”

“A really, really big one. From none other than…”

“Mama, of course!”

“Mamako, take it away! Anyone who’d interfere with true love needs a mom to come along and kick ’em straight to the depths of hell!”

Mamako stepped forward.

“Kicked by a mom? N-no way—is this some ultimate move?!”

“A kick from Mamako might make us exploooode! She’s really going to kick uuuuus?! Wearing thaaaat?! Wait, wait, waaaait!! That just isn’t riiiight!!”

“Yes…it does feel a little wrong. But you both tried to trample Rika’s and the prince’s precious feelings and have caused trouble for so many people…”

Mamako took aim and fired!

“Tut-tut!”

A hand on her hip, her index finger firmly raised—a scolding laser beam! “Wait, no—!” “That’s not a kiiiiick!” Their protests were enveloped in a bride’s joyous light.

And Amante and Sorella were sent flying through the demolished door, vanishing far off into the distance.