Chapter 3 Those Who Set Foot in the Forbidden Realms Experience Three Kinds of Hell.

The sun had just barely emerged over the horizon.

Mamako was excitedly moving down the hall of the inn—with stealthy steps—headed for Masato’s bedroom.

“I bet Ma-kun’s overslept again today. Mommy has to gently wake him! He’s such a child. Hee-hee.”

Time for a morning kiss on the cheek? Or maybe on the forehead?

But as she slowly opened the door to his room…

“Mm? Oh, Mom. Good timing, but remember to knock.”

Masato was already up.

And not just up. He’d already changed into his equipment. His pajamas and the blanket were neatly folded on the bed. The window was open, and the room was airing out. He’d taken care of everything.

Mamako looked at all of this, then back at her son. She stood there in shock.

“Come on, Mom. Don’t give me that look!”

“B-but…you’re up and about…and all on your own…”

“I can manage that much if I feel like it. Nothing cool about relying on you for everything. I figured I could do better.”

“You did…?”

“Yep. Ha! How do you like that? Go on, rejoice! Your son is growing up!” He flashed her an impish grin.

And Mamako puffed out her cheeks.

“Wait, why are you sulking?”

“Oh, no reason. Nothing at all. Mommy’s just feeling cross.”

“What do you have to be mad about here?! That literally makes no sense.”

“I’ll be cross if I want to be. I’m going to give you extra helpings of everything this morning, Ma-kun! Just you wait!”

“Is that supposed to be a punishment?!”

It was rare to see Mamako this vexed, but he didn’t have time to worry about that. Masato had something to talk to her about.

“A-anyway, Mom—I need to ask a favor…”

“Oh my! You want Mommy to do something for you? What is it?” Flash!

Every inch of Mamako began to glow. A Mother’s Light activated.

“Wow, that sure perked you up fast. I’m so lost… Fine, whatever—my point is…”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tie—the gift Mamako had given him for Christmas.

“I wanna put this on, but I dunno how to tie these things. Do you?”

“Your father always wears one to work, so I know the basics—but what brought this on?”

“Well, the receptionist at the guild always looks down on me, right? So today I thought I’d try dressing up. Make a good impression, see where that gets me.”

“I see… That makes sense. Leave this to Mommy.”

Mamako took the tie from Masato and tied it for him, making it so he just had to pull it over his head and tighten it.

“Ma-kun, could you bend over just a little bit?”

“Okay… Erk…”

That left his face headed right into her valley, but as long as he kept his eyes closed…

She looped the tie over his head.

“Now I just pull the thin end?”

“Let Mommy do it.”

She adjusted the fit, straightened his collar, fussing over every detail, taking her time…until it was all perfect.

Masato equipped a tie!

His mature appearance leveled up! Masato obtained the title New Hire!

“Wow, this game tracks some weird levels. Thanks, Mom.”

“You’re welcome. You can ask Mommy for anything whenever you want, okay? Mommy is always here for you. Forever.”

“Don’t worry. Soon as I learn how to tie it, I’ll be doing it myself. Don’t need you doing this forever!”

“Hmph. Ma-kun, Mommy’s cross again!”

“That’s not something to get mad about! You should want me to grow up!”

“So mad!”

A mother’s heart is full of mysteries.

The party finished breakfast and headed to the Adventurers Guild.

Masato took the lead. There was no telling when that receptionist might be watching. The passersby were all potential clients. He had to keep it together, and his gait was as beautiful as it was swift.

The rest of his party was struggling to process this.

“My arms are killing me…,” Wise grumbled. “But anyway, something’s up with Masato. Porta, appraise him.”

“Okay! …Hnggg…it’s definitely the real Masato! He’s always cool, but today he’s extra cool! He seems so grown-up!”

“Porta, try appraising him more closely. There’s clearly something wrong with him. Masato is never this put together.”

Medhi’s comment was especially rude.

But Masato just laughed it off.

“It’s all part of growing up!” he said. “I can’t be a kid forever. You guys should follow my example!”

“Ugh, I hate it. You’re Masato! You’re supposed to be incompetent! …Mamako, please say something. This isn’t the son you know!” Wise slapped Masato’s back emphatically.

Mamako was trailing along at the back of the party, a deep frown on her face.

“Mamako? What’s wrong?”

“……Hmm? Oh, Wise? What is it?”

“That’s what I’m asking. Something on your mind?”

“Perhaps Mamako is merely worried about Masato. Does he seem off to you, as well?”

“Mama! Is Masato sick?”

“Well…” She gave her son’s back a long look, hesitating…then ran to catch up to him. “Ma-kun is always Ma-kun. Mommy’s adorable son. Nothing will change that. Right, Ma-kun?”

“Whoa!”

She’d put her arms around him tight. Her large chest squeezed up against him, but Masato was used to that now. It didn’t bother him.

“Telling you to stop doing that gets me nowhere, so I won’t—but at least try and keep it to a minimum, okay?”

“Oh, I will. The minimum necessary hugging.” Squeeze.

“That wasn’t a request to press against me harder! Also, once we reach the guild, I want us to be all serious business, so try and cooperate.”

“Okay, I promise. So until we get there…”

Mamako immediately started walking very slowly, and he had to drag her along. The girls stayed behind him, still scowling.

But his mind was made up.

“C’mon! Let’s defeat that receptionist!”

“Ma-kun, we can’t defeat her. We need to make friends.”

The party reached the guild. Inside, they found Demon Lord Hayato by the quest board. Despite Mamako’s powerful scolding the day before, he looked happy to see her. A very durable Demon Lord.

“Hero and party, good morning. I trust everyone slept well?”

“We certainly did. I’m relieved to see you alive and unharmed.”

“I appreciate your concern. Let us continue the trial—but first…”

Hayato eyed Masato and his necktie curiously. Masato looked mildly sheepish.

“Did you have a change of heart?” Hayato asked.

“Yeah, I guess. Figured I should try and do this right. Laugh if you wanna.”

“There’s nothing to laugh at. I’m impressed—it really feels like you’re trying to do your part for society. I’m proud of you, son. But the color of that tie isn’t exactly to my taste…”

“Just so you know, Mom picked it out for me.”

“W-well, it’s very nice! Beautiful, even! Ha-ha-ha!”

Mamako just smiled back at him. A lovely smile. Definitely a smile.

“S-so allow me to present you with a trial.”

Hayato took a posting from the board and handed it to Masato.

It read: INTRODUCE PEOPLE TO THE LOVELY ITEMS OUR COMPANY IS DISTRIBUTING!

Basically a door-to-door sales job, lugging these “lovely” items from house to house.

As Masato read it over, Medhi leaned in for a look. “That’s definitely not a job for a combat-class adventurer. Your father is winding you up. He’s saying if you can’t even handle a task like this, you aren’t worthy of anything greater.”

“Ah-ha. Dick move.”

“No, no, not at all. I was suggesting we handle this quest together.”

“Together? You mean, just the two of us?”

“That’s right. The Demon Lord quest is entering the middle act. You and I will face off directly on the job.”

“Heavens! The Hero vs the Demon Lord! On a sales run?!” Medhi gave a dramatic shout then stifled a laugh. “That’s more like the Masato I know. What a relief.”

“You think this is sad, huh? You would. But work is work. I’m gonna take my dad on with pride.”

“I’ve never worked in sales, either, so it’s uncharted territory for both of us. Will you accept this quest, Masato? If you can.”

“I got this. I’ll conquer the reception desk and earn the right to challenge the Demon Lord!”

Hayato slapped him on the back, and Masato headed into battle.

The receptionist was leaning back like an empress on her throne, radiating an aura of authority. “My, my, the boy from yesterday—Masato, was it? Have you learned nothing? Attempting another job you are wholly unqualified for? Ah, youth. Tee-hee-hee.”

“I’m not the boy I was yesterday. Today I’m here to win.”

“We’ll see about that. It’s up to me whether you’ve earned the right to challenge the Demon Lord! …Ultimate Art: Receptionist Search! Hngg!”

The receptionist looked Masato over: hair combed neater than the day before, expression resolute, and…a well-knotted tie.

She seemed nonplussed.

“Y-you’re actually… No, that can’t be right. You’re at the age where you think leaving the top button of your dress shirt undone is cool! But not only is it buttoned, you’re wearing a flawlessly coordinated tie! Madness!”

“That’s how I roll. Make your call! This round belongs to meeeeee!”

“No—noooooo!!”

Masato waved an arm dramatically, slamming the posting down on the counter!

The receptionist took one look at it—and buried her head in her desk. “Hmph…you win.”

“Awesome! I won! Victory is mine!”

“Well done, Masato!”

“You did it, Ma-kun! Mommy knew you could!”

Hayato and Mamako both rushed in and gave Masato a double-sided hug. Congratulations! Congratulations! Thank you! Words of praise and gratitude echoed all around!

Also.

“Uh, Masato only won thanks to Mamako’s taste in ties. Maybe I shouldn’t point that out, though.”

“And this posting is just as pathetic as the job we did yesterday. This was hardly even a challenge to begin with.”

“Um…the receptionist lady did a great job playing along! I’m glad!”

The girls in the peanut gallery offered their own commentary.

Only Masato and Hayato would be taking this quest. Which meant…

“Welcome! How many?”

“Four. I think a patio table would be lovely.”

“Right over here. I’ll just fetch your menus.”

Mamako and the girls were at a café. Relaxing at a table by the side of the road.

They were in Meema, the site of the World Matriarchal Arts Tournament. There was no active tournament, so they were just here to enjoy drinks and people-watch.

“Are you girls ready? I think I’ll just have tea.”

“I want a parfait! It looks so good!”

“I’ll have the tea and cake set.”

“I’m gonna have this pancake set. The tea’s gonna go perfect with this show across the street.”

All eyes turned to the other side of the street, where…

A middle-aged Traveling Merchant with a large bag on his shoulder was standing with Masato and Hayato, each of whom was carrying another large bag in both hands. They were on the job.

“I’ll go first and show you how it’s done. Watch and learn.”

““Yes, boss! Take it away!””

“Okay, then…”

The Merchant went up the front steps to one house and knocked on the door. “Hello! Pardon the intrusion. I’m here to introduce you to a few lovely ite—”

“We’ve got plenty. Go away.”

The owner of the house barely cracked the door open and immediately shot him down before slamming the door in his face. Harsh treatment, but the Merchant didn’t bat an eye.

“That’s how we do it! A thick skin is key here. Now go split up all the houses on this street between the two of you.”

““Yes, boss!””

The Merchant headed to another district.

New salesman Hero Masato and new salesman Demon Lord Hayato were off!

“It’s on, Dad! I’m gonna show you what this hero’s got!”

“Prepare to bow before the might of the Demon Lord, son!”

“Which of us will sell the most?”

“Fight!”

Masato took the houses on the right, Hayato the houses on the left. Both were off to a running start.

“I’m gonna win this! I have to!”

Masato ran up to the first door and knocked. “Yes?” A nice old lady! Promising. Masato put on his best smile…

But the old lady struck first!

“Oh, no, thanks. Pardon me.”

“Huh? No, wait—!”

She’d taken one look at the bag in his hands, knew he was a door-to-door salesman, and shut that door tight. His pitch failed.

“Argh, fine… Next!” Recovering, he knocked on the door to the right.

He heard someone running up, and the door opened—and was closed again instantly. All he heard was a voice behind it saying, “Go away!” Encounter failed.

“They’re rejecting me way too fast… Even metal slimes let you see ’em before they flee…”

This did not seem an impasse he could break through. He was already on the verge of tears.

How was the Demon Lord doing? He turned to check…

“Get the hell outta my face!”

“Bwuh?!”

The old man at the door had flung a bucket of water at him.

The drenched Demon Lord looked over at Masato. Both of them had tears in their eyes.

This job is worse than I imagined! father and son thought alike.

Meanwhile, problems at the café.

“Mama! Calm yourself! You can’t go over there!”

“Please, don’t stop me! I must be with Ma-kun! He’s trying so hard! How can I just watch?! Mommy will buy all the products he’s carrying!”

“Not allowed! Get a grip! …Argh, Medhi! Do something!”

“Don’t put this on me! I can’t exactly beat Mamako down, can I?”

“Fair. Then we’ll have to restrain her with brute force!”

The relaxed teatime people-watching had somehow transformed into a desperate scramble to keep Mamako from vaulting over the patio railing, wallet in hand.

Since Meema citizens had proven hostile, the Merchant led Masato and his father to the seaside town of Thermo.

As the tower dungeon loomed above, they began their rounds.

“We didn’t sell a thing in Meema, so…I at least want one sale here!”

“New contest, Masato: Let’s see who makes a sale first!”

“Yeah! And the contest ends the moment one of us manages it!”

“Naturally!”

Having lowered their hurdle significantly, their motivation was boosted accordingly.

Meanwhile, on the beach…

Someone else was getting really motivated—Mamako, in a swimsuit.

“Wise, Medhi, Porta… Would you mind letting me through?”

Her expression grim, Mamako took a step forward across the hot sand. Her boobs rocked, doing their best to escape her suit.

But the girls, also in swimsuits, couldn’t let her go. They desperately tried to block her path.

“No, we can’t!” Wise shouted. “Not one step farther!”

“Mamako, snap out of it! Please!” Medhi begged.

“We’re just here to play on the beach!” said Porta. “We’re not here to buy anything!”

“I only need a moment. I won’t be long! I’ll just buy one… Ma-kun, I’m coming! Hee-hee-hee…”

“She leaves us no choice!” Medhi yelled. “Bury Mamako in the sand! Everyone—charge!”

““Hahh!””

Between the three of them, they managed to get Mamako onto the ground and started heaping sand on her. “Eep! Her boobs are deflecting all the sand!” “How bouncy can one pair be?! So jealous!” Was it even possible to keep Mamako down?!

Oblivious to the girls’ struggles, Masato and Hayato set to work.

“I’ll take the houses over here!”

“Then I’ll take this side. Forward!”

Both knocked at the same time!

Masato’s side opened first. A middle-aged woman!

Oh, I know her…

Definitely one of the moms from Mom’s Guild. She’d helped with the tower conquest.

But all her memories of Masato were sealed away. She was looking at him like a total stranger.

“Who might you be?”

“Nice to meet you! Sorry to just drop in. I’ve got some new items to show you!”

“Oh, you do? A door-to-door sales pitch, hmm? Not really my thing…”

She’d mustered a vague smile and started to close the door. Another bust…?

No! Masato had spotted a change. This was a mother! Masato had adventured with his own mother long enough to know how these creatures operated.

“One moment, please! I’ve got some slightly unusual accessories to show you!”

“Accessories? Oh my, that is tempting. I suppose I could take a look, at least. Just a peep, mind you.”

“Okay!”

Brooches, earrings, necklaces, handbags—anything categorized as an “accessory” would always get their attention. That was a mother’s nature! Possibly all women.

Masato quickly got his bag open and pulled out the merchandise and explanatory notes. He was selling little crystal balls.

“Er…what are those?”

“Accessories for your room! Take a closer look, ma’am. These glow just by holding them up! Amazing, right? Like magic! Your children will be delighted. For the foyer, the bedroom, or one of each!”

He was hoping to make a sale, but then—

“Yo, got a sec?”

“Huh…?”

Someone behind Masato called out to him. He turned around to find a mohawk-sporting roustabout scowling ferociously.

Pocchi. Memories sealed—didn’t remember Masato at all.

“H-hello! Can I help you?”

“Don’t gimme that salesman crap. C’mere.”

He grabbed Masato by the scruff of his neck and dragged him away.

The street was now filled with rough-looking men—and another one was manhandling the Demon Lord, who looked just as crestfallen as his son.

They soon found themselves kneeling on the ground, surrounded by burly young roustabouts.

“Lemme make the introductions. We’re a bunch of nice guys hoping to become daycare workers. We protect this here town and all the children in it.”

“I have no idea what daycare has to do with this…”

“Dad, just hear him out. It’s a hundred percent true. Shocking, I know.”

“So there we were, on patrol, and we find you punks. Selling crystals. Bullshit artists!”

“What is your issue with our approach?” Hayato inquired.

“Not long ago there was a big mess here. A creepy salesman sold everyone crystals that turned out to be bombs!”

“That was you, though, Pocchi.”

“Wha—?! Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, man! I’d never do that!”

He’d yelled his way out of this one.

“So we’re gonna take you two over to the guard station! On your feet!”

“Don’t treat us like criminals… We’re innocent, I swearrrr…”

Work was interrupted for an interrogation.

The perils of the modern workplace.

In a fragrant room with mood lighting, Mamako let out a rapturous breath.

“Mm…no, not there…ahh…”

She was sprawled on a bed without a stitch on her as six hands assailed her body.

The instant they touched her sensitive spots, her back arched and her ample bosom, covered in sticky fluid, heaved.

No matter how she protested, the hands wouldn’t stop.

“You like it here? Heh-heh-heh. Then… Hyah!”

“Eep!”

“How about here?”

“Aah!”

“Mama! How’s this?”

“Nooo…!”

Wise, Medhi, and Porta’s hands were all slick with oil, assaulting Mamako.

An oil massage.

“You’re all so good! I’m making the oddest noises.”

“Thanks,” said Wise. “I knew your shoulders had to be stiff. I mean, hauling those two weights around all the time, who wouldn’t be super sore? …I’d like to blame a bad back on my boobs once in my life…”

“Some dreams are better left unfulfilled. It’s legitimately painful.”

“Tch, Medhiii! We know you’re second only to Mamako! Don’t rub it in.”

“Mama’s calves are also stiff! She spends a lot of time on her feet cooking and doing laundry!”

“I can only imagine,” said Medhi. “That’s why we’re giving her a full-body massage. Hyah!”

“Ohhhh!”

This was all designed to keep Mamako in place.

They were in a room somewhere in Yomamaburg. A beauty salon with large windows and a commanding view, and they had the whole place to themselves. The girls were giving Mamako the best pampering they could.

“Is this the spot, Mamako? Do you like that?” Wise asked.

“Y-yes! Perfect…ahh!”

“Heh-heh-heh. Your body doesn’t lie! Is that what we say here?”

After a particularly vigorous tour of Mamako’s nether regions, Wise took a break. Her hands were tired.

And as part of that, she opened the curtains, looking down at the city below—where Masato was going door-to-door.

He and Hayato had abandoned Thermo and resumed their father-son competition…but without results. The sun was about to set.

But Masato would not give up.

“…Geez, what is he doing? Talk about a pointless struggle—so dumb.”

“Indeed. No regard for us at all, totally obsessed with the task at hand.”

Medhi had sidled up beside Wise and was also watching Masato.

There was a sad edge to their grumbling.

“He’s been like this since his dad showed up. All this father-son brouhaha… You’d think they could spare us a little attention.”

“You miss him already, Wise?”

“That’s not what I said!”

“I miss him! It’s like Masato’s going further and further away, and we’re being left behind.” Porta had joined the two of them at the window.

“Yes! I know just how you feel, Porta.”

And there was Mamako. “Mamako, you can’t be here!” “They can see you from outside!” “Oh, that’s not a problem.” “I think it is!” The three of them had to physically block Mamako’s nude form from view.

Mamako looked over their heads at Masato’s toils. “…Ma-kun…,” she whispered.

He never knew. How could he? They were far apart. And her voice was very soft. A sad smile played across her lips, and she moved back to the bed, lying facedown.

“Mamako…?”

“I suppose…there’s nothing odd about it. Children grow up. They find things they want to do, things they have to do, and get absorbed in them…and we grow apart. That’s normal. A part of life. How things are meant to be. But…”

She still missed him.

She left that unsaid, keeping her head down to hide her gloomy expression.

And in that instant…

“““……?”””

A strange sensation swept over the three girls.

It was similar to how a blow to the knees can make your legs fold under you. Like their gazes had dropped several inches in a single moment—very odd.

Perhaps they’d just imagined it. Mamako didn’t react at all. Nothing in the room or out the window seemed different.

“Did something weird just happen?”

“I don’t know! But I felt kinda spinny!”

“Yeah, same here… Weird. Like, a sudden dizzy spell maybe?”

“Now that you mention it…perhaps that explains it.”

They left it at that and turned back to look out the window, where Masato was still hard at work.

“…I guess I just want him to mess up bad. Do something that lets us punish him.”

“I agree with you. That would be an excellent way to lift our moods.”

“I’d certainly like to see him be more like himself! …Um, not that I think messing up is…what Masato does, or anything…”

“Hee-hee. Maybe I should get in on that! I would feel much better if he did something that reminded us he’s still my Ma-kun.”

Not what Masato would have wanted to hear—and as they spoke, he sneezed. Perhaps the old wives’ tale was true: Sneezing means someone’s gossiping about you. The girls looked at each other and laughed.

All four of them. “Argh, Mamako!” “Contain yourself!” “They’ll see you!” “Oh my. Such a shame.” You couldn’t let your guard down with her around.

The sun had set, and work was done.

“Both the boy and girl teams survived the day,” said Wise.

“Time for the results of the Hero vs Demon Lord contest,” said Medhi.

“Um… About those results…,” Porta began.

The girls were looking said results in the face: Masato and Hayato, on a bench together, shoulders slumped.

“Neither of us sold a single thing…”

“And these unfortunate results mean our contest is a draw…”

“Draws suck…”

They were getting gloomier by the minute. Downright dismal.

Mamako was patting both their backs. “You two worked hard! But however tough it was, the workday is finished. It’s time to relax.”

“…True,” said Masato. “Work’s done. It’s all over.”

“Yes. The end of the workday is cause for celebration,” agreed Hayato.

Mamako’s praise comforted the two injured souls. Father and son lifted their heads and stretched.

“Let’s head back to Catharn,” Mamako said. “I need to get dinner started.”

“Time to fire up a transport spell! …Medhi, duel you for it?”

“You’re on.”

A quick round of rock, paper, scissors—Medhi won. Wise scowled but started the incantation nonetheless.

But then…

“Wait just a minute.”

Demon Lord Hayato interrupted her.

“Masato and I have further business to take care of. We’ll be staying behind.”

“Huh? Wait, Dad, what business…? There’s more?!”

“There is. Our labor is over, but our task is not yet done.”

“Ugh…” Masato buried his face in his hands.

Pretending to comfort him, careful not to let anyone see, the Demon Lord held out a hand—like he was going for a shake.

And there was a flyer folded up in his palm. Masato could just make out the word cabaret.

A-again…?

“Are you a man?”

The look in Hayato’s eyes said it all. He’d not yet lost this battle.

Masato…returned his father’s handshake, that same look in his eyes.

“Well, if the task needs completing…” Smile.

“Ladies, you all head back first. We may be rather late, so feel free to eat without us.” Smile.

“Hmm… All right, then…” Convinced, Wise started her chant again. Father and son saw her off with a smile…

“Hee-hee. Dear? Ma-kun?”

““Erk…””

Mamako’s smile, meanwhile, just proved she was deeply unconvinced.

“What task might this be, dear?”

“W-w-well, clearly, work stuff! Post-work bonding! Extremely necessary. We all do it!”

“That’s true, but…Ma-kun’s hungry. You want to fill your belly up with Mommy’s cooking, don’t you?”

“I mean, yeah, that is always tempting! But this is work stuff. That Merchant guy asked us to join him, and we can’t well refuse…right, Dad? That’s what this is!”

“Exactly! Masato is absolutely correct. That Merchant seems to like us! He was kind enough to invite us out, and he’s been a great help, so it would be rude to turn him down! Don’t you agree, Mamako?”

“In principle, yes. Hmm…”

Mamako wavered. An opening! Go!! Masato and Hayato made eye contact and took their best shot!

Together, they each put their arms around Mamako!

Father-Son Coaxing! A special father-son skill that worked only on mothers!

“Please, Mom. Just this once!”

“Please, Mamako. Just this once!”

“Oh my… Argh. You’re both incorrigible. I suppose I could make an exception.”

““Thank you! We love you!””

Cuddling made her so happy, it corrupted her judgment… This skill hit mothers where it hurt. They successfully made Mamako back down.

“Well, Masato. Let’s go be incorrigible!”

“Absolutely! Let’s see how incorrigible we can be!”

Dreamily, Mamako watched them go. The girls mostly seemed appalled; the boys were gone before anyone could change their minds.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Hayato and Masato headed to the Yomamaburg entertainment quarter. Row after row of casinos, lights so bright they seemed liable to add color to the darkness of the night sky.

The streets were packed. Since the rules required parents and children to play together, there were plenty of older folks walking side-by-side with younger men and women.

Masato and Hayato walked together with pride, as father and son.

But then Masato paused.

“Something wrong, son? Not losing your nerve already, are you?”

“That’s not it. I was just wondering if we’re making a terrible mistake. There’s tons of issues with me being here—and the same goes for you, Dad.”

“Such as, a married man shouldn’t be doing this?”

“Pretty much.”

Masato gave him a searching look, but the Demon Lord didn’t bat an eye.

“Masato, I need you to listen to me. That argument is irrelevant. We’re just out for a good time. It’s all in good fun. This is one way that men enjoy themselves. In other words, it has nothing to do with love.”

“It doesn’t?”

“Not a thing. Completely unrelated.”

Hayato was very insistent, but this logic was pretty patriarchal.

“But if you still find yourself feeling guilty, then make it up to the one you love. Give her presents, help her with her work, get on her good side. That sort of attention is very important.”

“I see. This is highly educational.”

“Masato, later on, you just have to do right by Wise or Medhi. Or even Porta!”

“Wai— Why are we talking about them? They’re not part of this!”

“Just a little payback. Your fault for reminding me of my wife.”

“F-fair. Sorry. Shouldn’t have brought it up. I won’t do it again.”

“Good. Let’s get going!”

The Demon Lord pulled out the cabaret flyer, checking the map. Then he headed down a narrow alley between two casinos, Masato on his heels.

The farther they went, the more the bustle died down. The lights faded. The dubiousness went way up.

The only sound was their own footsteps, headed down the dark alley…until they found a sign standing in their path reading MAMARAID. A very discreet exterior.

An elderly gentleman in a perfectly tailored suit stood outside, smiling warmly. It was the casino owner who had once helped Masato’s party out.

“But his memories are sealed, so he doesn’t remember me.”

“We chatted briefly while I was working with him yesterday, but no, he didn’t remember you. So leave this to me! …Good evening, owner. Sorry it took me so long.”

“Not at all! I quite understand. I was aware the request was fraught with difficulties.” He bowed to Masato, too. Unfailingly polite to everyone. “Now, allow me to get your nightlife trial experience started. Do come in. I changed jobs from God of Gamblers to God of the Entertainment District, and I’m confident you’ll enjoy the fruit of my labors.”

The doors to adulthood swung open…!

The interior was a dramatic departure from the drab exterior—everything was so gaudy, it was almost sickening.

Right inside they were met with the dazzle of a chandelier. The walls gleamed with gold. The floor was black and shiny.

And on it stood a row of beautiful women in ravishing evening gowns. Humans, elves, beastkin, angels, and devils, too. A cross-species cabaret lady buffet.

““““Welcome!””””

““G-glad to be here…””

Every single lady smiled at both father and son, who bowed their heads in greeting.

Masato was quickly blushing—and so was Hayato. They looked nervous.

“Why are you stressing this, Dad?”

“Why wouldn’t I? I’ve never been anywhere like this! …Frankly, I’m not at all clear how these shops work.”

“Wait—you can’t drop a truth like that here! What the heck are we supposed to do?! I have no clue how this works, either!”

“No cause for alarm,” said the owner. “This establishment is set up to ensure the safety of our customers. It employs the same system as the casinos do. Anyone can enjoy the services here free of worry.” The owner clapped his hands and directed the pair’s attention to the girls. “Ladies, these customers are new to the cabaret experience. Take care to guide them through it. Make sure there are no awkward moments. You were all once the top earners at shops the world over, so I’m sure you’re up to the task.”

““““We are, owner!””””

“Pleased to hear it. Gentlemen, do enjoy.”

The owner left, and the girls gathered round Masato and Hayato.

A beautiful girl in every direction. Very close. Lots of skin. They all smelled amazing. Hands reaching out and taking his. Arms around his. Things pressing against him!

“I think I’ll sit with this dandy gentleman.”

“O-oh? Well, be gentle…”

“Then I’ll take this young charmer. Come! Two to the floor!”

“Th-thanks…”

“Where shall we sit? Open seating? No—a private room.”

“Naturally. They’re the owner’s guests! They get the red carpet treatment.”

“The harem course it is!”

““““Thanks for coming!””””

“D-Dad! This sounds like a whole thing! Are we still okay?”

“I dunno! But let’s go with ‘yes’! Have some faith!”

Both men had a knockout on each arm, plus more girls in front and behind. It was less “guide” and more “apprehend.”

The central section of the shop was a large open area. At the back were two doors—judging from the decor, very expensive ones. These must be the private rooms.

“Here we are. First, dandy gentleman, take the room on the right.”

“Er, wait, we’re in separate rooms?”

“That’s how the harem course works. Come on!”

“No, wait! Dad, don’t!”

He tried to stop it, but Masato was surrounded by cabaret girls and unable to move. He lacked the nerve to push a pretty lady out of the way.

Demon Lord Hayato looked extremely perturbed. “Godspeed, Masato!” he said, and the doors to his room slammed shut.

“Handsome son, yours is the room on the left. This way.”

“Urp… Uh, look…I dunno if I’m ready… I-I’d better go home! This doesn’t feel right for me!”

“Oh my. First time? In that case, we could set you up with one of our new girls. They might not be up to our standards, but sometimes, that helps you relax.”

“That’s not the problem—!”

“We’ll go get them. You wait in here.”

Masato was pushed into the private room. His escort blew him a kiss, and the doors closed.

These doors were bad news—they could be opened only from the outside.

It wasn’t exactly spacious, but the circular couch was clearly higher quality than the ones on the open floor.

There was a coffee table in the center with tumblers, champagne flutes, and other pricey-looking glasses. And a pitcher of water.

Clearly, the idea was to fill these with booze and sip away as you chatted with your female companions. Masato could imagine that much.

“…Yikes.”

He was really here.

Masato gingerly settled down on the couch facing the entrance. He wasn’t sure how to greet whoever came in, and got nervous about it, so he slid along the couch until his back was to the door.

Then he just waited.

“…I’ve gotta make it clear that I’m leaving. Just…gotta tell them. Yeah. I’m a man! I can speak my mind!”

He muttered this on a loop, like he was trying to conjure evil spirits.

Then there was a knock at the door. They were here!

Masato was a man! A very determined man! “…C-come in,” he said, his voice thin and reedy. He couldn’t decide what look he should have on his face and settled for staring at his hands. Already defeated.

The door behind him opened, and someone came in. By the footsteps…one, two, three…four.

They were being very quiet. No one said a word.

They said these girls were new…so maybe they’re also nervous…?

Masato was so anxious, he was about to die. Then someone flopped down on his right. Someone else took a seat on his left—in a much more dignified manner.

Two more took seats across from him. Four ladies in total.

Nobody spoke. They’d brought a bottle in a bucket of ice with them and set that on the table—he could hear the clink of ice settling.

Am I gonna have to speak first? Wh-what do I say?

He couldn’t take the silence any longer. Slowly, he forced his eyes up.

Legs came into view—women’s legs. The four ladies around him were each wearing a different-colored evening gown.

As he eyed their legs, the woman on his right suddenly stood. She got up, sidled close to him, then sat down again, arm around his shoulders.

She whispered in his ear:

“What the hell are you doing here? Maybe I oughta rat you out to Mamako.”

“No, please, have mercy— Wait.”

He knew that voice. His head snapped up.

Wise’s mom, the Queen of the Night—Kazuno.

“…Buh?”

“’Sup. How you been?”

Definitely Kazuno. And not just her.

Across from him on the right: Shiraaase. On the left: Porta’s mom, Dark-Mom Deathmother.

And on his left was Medhi’s mom, giving him her gnarliest glare: Medhimama.

“Huh?! Wait—what’s going on here—?!”

“That’s what we want to know, Masato. Why are you in a shop like this? You’d better have a good excuse.”

“Simmer down, Memama. That can wait. First, drinks and cheers. Gotta have a few in a shop like this! I’ve spent plenty of time in host clubs, so trust me on this one.”

“Kazuno! What is wrong with you? Explanations come first!”

“Head’s up, Medhimama!” Shiraaase said, intentionally aiming the champagne cork at her.

“W-wait—” Pop. “Ow!” It hit Medhimama smack in the forehead.

She wailed, clutching her brow. Ideal.

“Nice one, Shriaaase. Hey, Saorideath, gimme a glass. I’m thirsty.”

“Could we refrain from the odd names, please? Oh, why do I bother?” said Deathmother. “Masato, yours is nonalcoholic, of course. We’d heard you were underage and came prepared.”

“Oh, cool.”

Champagne and a champagne-like soda were poured and passed around.

“Then let’s drink to our reunion! Cheers!”

“““Cheers!”””

Glasses clinked, and everyone took a sip. The bubbles felt great going down.

Kazuno chugged hers and pressed herself up against Masato.

“Whoa, Ms. Kazuno?! Don’t do that!”

“Heh-heh, why not? This is a cabaret, and I’m a cabaret girl! This is all part of the job.”

“Yeah, but—!”

“Don’t worry. Enjoy the perks. How’s it feel to have a friend’s mom waiting on you?”

“Unspeakably awkward,” came Masato’s despondent reply.

“Pshaw. You know you love it. So? Why are you here?”

“Right! Explain yourself! You should not be in a shop like this at your age!” Medhimama had recovered from the cork to the head. She grabbed a fistful of Masato’s shirt, scowling like a thing possessed, and began shaking him. His brain hurt.

“C-calm down! I’ll explain! It’s basically for a work thing…that my dad brought me to! The whole idea was that you’re with your parent, so it’s safe to do a trial experience.”

“Some things are still off limits, parent or no! I can’t believe this. I won’t stand for it! Not at all! This should not be! Where is your father now? I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind. I might even— Gasp, cough.”

“Honestly, you shouldn’t talk that long without breathing. Memama, drink up.”

“Oh, how thoughtful, Kazuno. Don’t mind if I do!”

Medhimama chugged her champagne, wetting her throat, and turned to fire her machine guns at Masato again…

“Hic.”

Her face was red. Her eyes bleary. She cuddled up against him.

“Yikes?!”

“Masatooo! Hear me out… Hic… I’m suuuch a mess… Hic.”

Medhimama was instantly plastered. From one glass. “Heh-heh-heh.” Kazuno was definitely doing the Queen of the Night laugh. Clearly well aware Medhimama couldn’t hold her liquor. Diabolical.

“Masato, are you even listening? You gotta listen, or else I’m gonna bite your ear off! Maybe I will anyway!”

“O-okay, I’m listening! Listening hard! What is it?”

“It was awful! The whole thing—a total con! Only way to pay it back is this job… Hic… I can’t taaake it!”

“I’m so lost.”

“Allow me to interpret.”

“I can infooorm—as I am Shiraaase.”

Dark-Mom Deathmother and Shriaaase moved around behind Masato, resting their boobs on his shoulders.

“Wait, are you both drunk, too?”

“Oh, you sit still. Don’t fuss, just listen,” said Deathmother. “Your father asked us to come over—help with the Demon Lord quest, he said. But we arrived at the meeting spot ahead of schedule…”

“And decided to kill some time seeing the sights,” Shiraaase continued. “We wound up gambling in the biggest casino here…”

“Oh, I get it. You lost big, racked up a debt, and have to work it off here? Right?”

“Exactly. I got roped into it, too.”

“I can infooorm you that Kazuno and Medhimama did the deed, and Deathmother merely got dragged along. Just like their daughters always do.”

“Like mother, like daughter. Got it. Then…”

With the explanation over, he thought they’d go back to their seats. But Dark-Mom Deathmother and Shiraaase remained in place, leaning into him closer and closer. Very intimate.

“…Um, ladies?”

“Perhaps I’m drunk, too. I’m starting to enjoy this. You’ve always been there for Porta, so these are for you, on the house. Hee-hee.”

“I merely want to tease you, Masato. But, well…perhaps this once, I should be serious. I may be the mother of a five-year-old, but I still know a few moves. Hee-hee-hee.”

“Not so fast, Shiraaase. I’m gonna take young Masato for myself. So, Masato—it’s time you fooled around with a friend’s mom. Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha.”

“Ugh, Masatooo! You’re not listening! I’m gonna bite your ear off!”

Kazuno and Medhimama were both squeezing harder.

Masato was getting mobbed by the affections of four mothers at once. For a game played by mothers and children together, he’d managed the impossible—an all-mom harem!

Masato was beside himself…!

Yeah. I really wish they wouldn’t.

Okay, maybe not exactly “beside himself.”

Best to change the subject. He happened to have a specific concern.

“Q-question for you! A serious one, so if you don’t mind infooorming me?”

“That calls for me, Shiraaase! How may I be of assistance?” Ding!

“How is it even possible to run up a debt in the casino? This town’s got a special rule in place to prevent that. If children are going wild, it automatically drags in their parents. And if the parents are too far in, it brings in the kids…”

“This is true, but I can infooorm you we took the system offline temporarily to allow everyone to thoroughly enjoy themselves.”

“Ah, right.”

The conversation ended there. Back to moms all over Masato. The mom harem antics weren’t finished yet—

But wait.

“……Hmm?”

He remembered something.

“This establishment is set up to ensure the safety of our customers. It employs the same system as the casinos do. Anyone can enjoy the services here free of worry.”

The owner’s words.

“…Huh?”

Masato was covered in moms gone wild. Shiraaase’s daughter wasn’t playing this game, but the other three definitely had kids in-game.

Which meant…

“……Uh, I’m in trouble.”

The blood drained from his face.

Just then, there was a soft knock at the door.

“…Come in,” he said.

In came four girls dressed in full cabaret attire, with the loveliest smiles to match. Mamako, Wise, Medhi, and Porta.

Shiraaase remained unflappable no matter the occasion, but Masato, Kazuno, drunk Medhimama, and Dark-Mom Deathmother all froze on the spot, looking like disaster had befallen them.

The girls’ smiling faces bore down upon Masato.

The frozen group couldn’t move, let alone run.

“I guess they weren’t kidding about ‘mama raid’… Ah, such a short life…”

Masato abandoned hope and closed his eyes to the inevitable.

Thus…

“It seems this is as far as we go.”

Demon Lord Hayato’s voice echoed from somewhere. A magic circle appeared beneath Masato and his mom harem.

The girls’ smiles vanished. Everyone looked tense.

“Oh my? What’s this?”

“That’s the same pattern as the transport spells!” Porta yelled. “This is bad!”

“Masato’s dad is trying to let our moms escape!” said Wise. “Over my dead body! We’ve gotta stop this!”

Wise threw herself at Kazuno, but a moment too late. Kazuno vanished in a flash of light. “Bwah?!” And Wise landed face-first on the couch. Looked pretty painful.

“Damn it, Masato’s dad! What was that for?!”

“My apologies. I have need of your mothers elsewhere; I can’t have them taken away just yet. I’m afraid we must be off.”

“Yeah, right! No way my mom would ever be useful! I’m about to give her a piece of my mind! Bring her back!”

“And while Wise’s screeching has him distracted… Mother!”

Medhi had been sneaking up on her mother, but… “Augh…!” Just as her hands made a grab for her collar, Medhimama was teleported elsewhere.

“Oh no! My mommy’s gonna be taken away, too! Mommyyy!”

“Ah, my beloved daughter! You still call me that, despite my utter foolishness!”

Porta tried to leap into Dark-Mom Deathmother’s arms, to her mother’s evident delight. But before they could touch, Deathmother vanished!

Two left.

“Ms. Shiraaase, you’re not going anywhere. That’s not your role. You’re here to infooorm us of the situation, yes?”

“Mamako, if you say that, I would be only too happy to infooorm… Whoops, unexpected twist.”

Shiraaase picked up the champagne bottle and bonked herself on the head with it. Shiraaase died, and her coffin was teleported away without another word.

The four mothers had successfully fled. Leaving behind…

“Okay, okay! Nice work, Dad! I’m next, right? Take me away!”

Masato was all for escaping certain doom with a last-minute transport. He could see himself soaring away and was already flapping his arms in anticipation. Any second now…!

The magic circle vanished.

“……Wha?”

No more magic circle. No transport spell. No escape for him.

And the girls’ hands were already clenching his clothing. He was caught.

“Dad! What the hell?!”

“Masato, nice work resisting temptation. I’ve witnessed your growth firsthand—I feel within you the power to progress to the future. And as your father, I’ve accomplished all I wanted… Thus, it is time for the trial to proceed to the final phase.”

“We can talk trial stuff later! Get me outta here first!”

“Son, allow me to leave you a gift.”

A tiny magic circle appeared above Masato’s head, and a single blue feather fluttered down. As he gaped up at it, it landed on his face.

“That is the key to reaching my location—the ideal spot for a Demon Lord Dad to battle his Hero son… I’ll be waiting.”

“Yo! This is bullshit! You’ve gotta get me outta here! Daaaad! Help!”

Demon Lord Hayato’s voice was gone.

What now?

Masato’s hand closed around the feather, his expression as grim as it was determined.

“Guys, you heard the man! It’s time for our final battle! Let us put aside any worldly concerns and steel ourselves for—!”

“Ma-kun, we’re going back to our inn in Catharn for a nice little chat.” Smile.

“…Okay……”

His last-ditch effort to talk his way out of it had failed.

Feeling like a criminal headed to prison, Masato dragged his feet back to the inn. There, he was forced to make a full confession and was handed his sentence.

“Ma-kun, if you regret your choices, then make an offering to those you love.”

“I’m fine with cash, personally,” said Wise.

“But with your finances, it would be difficult to prepare enough gifts to satisfy us all,” Medhi explained, “so physical labor is the only viable alternative.”

“I’m not actually that mad, but I want to be like everyone else! Please do this for us!”

In the end, the girls lined up in the bath, and he was told to wash their backs.

The Hero’s party was known for its naked strategy sessions, so this time they were doing a naked atonement.

“I’ll get right to scrubbing…”

Masato bowed his head low to the row of backs and then lathered up a sponge.

Mamako first. Perhaps because of the oil massage, her back felt extra smooth today. He gently scrubbed away.

“Mom—no, Mother. I apologize deeply for causing you undue concern.”

“Oh my! How polite! I know at your age you’re curious about these things, but you have to remember how young you still are.”

“Yes…I’ll take a good hard look at myself and never make a mistake like that again.”

“Good. Then the matter’s settled…but if I’m being totally honest, I’d like to thank you. I feel much more secure now. Hee-hee-hee.”

“?”

He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he poured a bucket of warm water over his mother, making sure to get the suds out of her intergluteal cleft. One down.

Next was Wise.

“Ultimate Sage Wise. I apologi—”

“Spare me. Just get this over with… Besides, I’m not really that mad. Actually, I’m kinda into this.”

“Into it how?”

“That’d be telling. Go on, wash.”

“S-sure…”

Wise was laughing, and her shoulders were shaking. He quickly scrubbed her down and poured water over her, watching the beads form on her back. Youth sure made her skin gleam.

Next was Medhi.

“Beautiful Medhi, heart as white as snow. Beg pardon.”

“That strikes me as spiteful somehow, but I’ll overlook it. I took immense pleasure from today’s proceedings.”

“Again, why? What does that even mean?”

“Not telling. You might get more out of nice little Porta than a mean girl like me.”

“Hoo boy…”

Her hair usually hid the lovely nape of her neck, but now it and her back were on display. He ran a soapy sponge over it, rinsed, and was done.

Last, Porta’s little back.

“Princess Porta, healer of my heart and soul. Please, enlighten this poor fool. Why have my failings proved comforting or pleasing?”

“Because they were just what we’d hoped you’d do!”

“Oh?”

“Since your daddy got here, you’ve been all serious and mature, like a grown-up! Nothing like the old Masato! So—!”

“So when I screwed up again, you were all like, ‘Whew!’”

“Yes!”

“Ha-ha-ha. That certainly clears that up. Rahhh!”

He tickled her sides through the suds and she bent backward, giggling. “Eep, it’s slipping!” He quickly caught the shoulder bag, balanced it on her head, and the day was saved.

He rinsed Porta’s back, giving the other girls a highly disgruntled scowl. They were washing the rest of themselves, humming happily away.

“Well, I wasn’t trying to worry anybody. But…sorry, I guess.”

“Hee-hee. Apology accepted.”

“Hrmph…”

Masato had plenty to grumble about, but was also well aware he deserved a lot more anger here. Best to call it a tie. His reparations were now complete.

He filled a bucket with cold water, put his hands together, and stuck them in. Squirt, squirt. ““Wahhh?!”” Shots of very cold water hit Wise and Medhi in the back, and he slipped into the bath itself.

The main bath was quite deep, and he was immediately submerged to his shoulders. The hot water eased the tension of the day’s labor.

“Whew…that’s the stuff. Ahhh, paradise!”

“What the hell was that for, Masato?!”

“Perhaps you should be punished.”

Done washing up, Wise and Medhi both jumped into the bath, one on either side of him. They began twisting his arms and legs mercilessly. It hurt. Quite a bit.

Mamako and Porta followed and for some reason joined in on the punishment. For a few minutes, all was bedlam…

But then it fell quiet. Masato had stopped squawking.

He leaned back in the water, staring at the ceiling. Eyes unfocused.

The girls all looked baffled.

“Ma-kun, is something wrong?”

“Maybe.”

He held up a hand. In it was the feather the Demon Lord had given him.

An invitation to the final fight. His eyes narrowed.

“…Mom, you and me are pretty close now, right?”

“Yes. A happy family. Mom’s seal of approval!”

“You got the Sage’s seal, too. No doubts.”

“You’re so close, no one could possibly argue the point.”

“I agree!”

“So we’ve actually met the conditions to beat the game.”

“Oh…” Mamako blinked, her smile stiffening. The others got very quiet.

Eyes locked on the feather, Masato continued. “I’ve been all about enjoying our adventures here in this game. But then Dad shows up talking about the power to progress to the future, and work…and I got to thinking maybe it’s time I started planning for what comes next. Maybe that’s Dad’s goal here, you know?”

“O-or…maybe the Hero has fallen right into the Demon Lord’s cunning trap. Better be careful, Ma-kun—”

“Still,” he said, turning his gaze toward his mother. He smiled. “That wouldn’t be so bad. Call this battle with Dad the ending, beat the game, and head into the future. The next battle will be in the real world… At least, that’s basically what I’ve been thinking anyway. What’s your take on it, Mom?”

“M-Mommy…i-isn’t sure. I’ll…have to sleep on it…”

It was rare to see her without any answer. Or avoiding his eye.

“Geez. Just when I think you’re back to your old self, now you’re being all serious again.”

“Will you never learn? What business do you have making us this uncomfortable?”

Wise and Medhi each slapped him hard on the back. They were smiling.

“Fine, then! Do it your way, Masato. The Ultimate Sage has your back.”

“As do I. On one condition…”

“Namely?”

“Even if we beat the game and dissolve the party, our bonds remain. That much is mandatory.”

“And don’t go being all grown up on your own. That’s my condition! You leave us outta this stuff, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“Why not be bold, Wise? Just say you want to go out with him.”

“Huh?! Wai—Medhi?! Where’d that come—”

“I plan to swipe him right out from under your nose.” Grin.

“Why would I want in on your nasty melodrama?! …B-besides, that kinda thing just happens when it happens… Either way, you cool with those terms, Masato?”

“Sure.”

He raised a fist to strike a vow, and both girls bumped it. Promises made…

And both of them quickly put their hands together, squirting hot water in his face. “Argh!” “Ha-ha!” “Payback.” Still, a promise was a promise.

Everyone splashed water around for a minute, but then Porta came up to him, looking nervous. “Um, Masato! And Wise and Medhi, too—can I say something?”

“Mm? What’s up, Porta?”

“If we go back to the real world, I’ll still be in elementary school. Will you still play with me then? I’d really like to hang out or go places together!”

She looked so worried; Masato and the other girls were quick to nod their assent.

“Of course, Porta. You’re one of us. Hope you’re ready for lots of tickles!”

“Ummm, Masato, that sounds like a criminal charge waiting to happen.”

“You can’t just play. You’ve got to study, too. Masato and Wise would make useless teachers, so I’ll handle that aspect for you, Porta.”

“Wish I could disagree, but yeah…Medhi’s the right girl for that job. I’m more the makeup and cooking type. Definitely don’t want Medhi doing any cooking.”

“Then I’ll be like your big brother! …How’s that sound, Porta?”

“Great! I feel much better. I’m not worried anymore! I’ll help you out, too, Masato!”

“Thanks. Then let us exchange the vow of splashing!”

Everyone readied their hands. “Whoa! I-I can do that, too!” Porta tried to fire, but it didn’t go very far. She quickly changed tactics to shoving water with both hands.

As drops of water flew and voices yelped, the bathwater churned…but it wasn’t long before they all stopped.

Someone else should have slipped into the fray, getting closer to Masato than anyone—but not this time. Mamako still had her head down, lost in thought.

Mom…

Their adventures had made him better at reading her moods. He knew exactly what was on her mind.

Beating the game meant the end of their adventure together.

Their time here, adventuring with her beloved son—how thrilling had that been for her? Everyone knew.

And he’d just suggested they put an end to that joy.

But…it wouldn’t be right to take it back.

He was trying to move forward of his own free will. To live his life. No one had a right to stop that; not even his parents.

But it hurt to put it like that. He didn’t want to push his mother away. He knew it would be best if she could come to terms with it, so they could move forward together… He hoped Mamako would understand.

Masato stared at her until she finally looked up.

“…Ma-kun, can we talk?”

“Mm? Sure, Mom.”

She reached out her arms, beckoning him. Gesturing for a hug.

“Uh, here? Can we at least get dressed first…?”

“Kinda late to draw that line.”

“This is a job for the Hero Son. Have courage.”

“Masato! Go ahead!”

“Uh…okay. Fine.”

They didn’t seem to be mocking him—it was more like deep understanding.

He gave Mamako a solid hug.

Her breast felt warm against his cheek. And she could feel her son’s warmth, too. She savored the embrace.

“…Thank you, Ma-kun.”

“Uh, sure. Are we done yet?”

“Yes. I’m okay now. Mommy’s on board.”

She let go of him, and her smile was back to normal—filled with love.

“What matters most is how you feel, Ma-kun. That’s all Mommy cares about. I will miss…a lot of things. But Mommy wants to be there for you and give you a push into the future. Nobody loves you more than me.”

“Okay. Good. Just…promise me one thing. Dad may have started this, but it was my decision. So…don’t take it out on him.”

“Don’t worry about that. I won’t. I’ll scold him a little later for taking you to that cabaret, but that’s all. Hee-hee.”

“Y-yeah…you can go right ahead on that one. And Mom…”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for understanding. I’m…really glad you do.”

He got on his knees in the water and did a proper thank-you bow. “Oh my! So formal!” Mamako rubbed his head, which felt good.

His wish had been granted. His party was in sync. They knew what they had to do.

So Masato raised his head and turned to face his friends.

“All right, everyone—!”

“Tomorrow’s the big fight with the Demon Lord! Let’s make it a good one! Woo!”

“““Woo!”””

“Right to the bitter end, huh, Mom?! I’m the one fighting! You stay on support!”

Mamako would always be a scene-stealer.

“Okay, all this chatter means we’ve been in here a long time,” said Wise.

“Urgh…my head’s spinning…” Porta groaned.

“We’re not much better,” said Medhi. “It’s time we got out of this bath.”

“Masato, we’re getting out first. You know what to do, right?”

“Sure. Count to two thousand.”

The girls got up and left. He watched four backsides sashay away before settling back in the water to count…

“……Hmm?”

Something felt off.

He couldn’t put his finger on it. He was in the water, but it didn’t feel…buoyant. The problem wasn’t him—the water and everything around had gone quiet. No sounds at all. It lasted only for a fraction of a second.

“What was that?”

He had no idea…

Chapter 4 What’s the End of an Adventure Like? …Thinking About It Put Me to Sleep.

Masato’s eyes flew open.

It was far too early. There was only the faintest of lights behind the curtains; the room itself was still dark. But he could feel the impatience stirring within and knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep again.

He tried to move, but found warm bodies pinning him down.

Two beds had been pushed together, doubling the size of the sleeping area. Masato was in the center; Porta and Medhi were pressed up against either side of him; Wise was sprawled out over his legs in a legendary display of bad sleep posture. She was rather heavy.

The intent had been a strategy meeting, but sleep had caught up with them, resulting in…this.

I usually wind up in a coffin… I guess this is better, but it still feels like something’s missing. Weird.

Doing his best not to wake the girls, he slipped out from under them, looking them over.

Medhi’s arms had wrapped around Porta—maybe she was cold. Hug pillow Porta looked rather uncomfortable. Wise was a restless sleeper and did another dramatic roll that nearly drove her off the edge of the bed.

He’d seen them all like this before. That was normal.

But once his battle with Demon Lord Hayato was over, and they’d left the game, he might not see this again.

“…Maybe it’ll live on in my memories.”

In which case, maybe he should remember them at their best instead. He grinned at the thought, quietly made himself presentable, and left the room.

To face the dawn of his final battle.

The hallway was quiet. There were other guests staying here, but they must’ve still been asleep.

Keeping his footsteps light, Masato headed toward the smell of miso soup.

“Still all wrong for a fantasy world…” he said with a chuckle as he stepped into the dining room. But he first noticed her in the kitchen.

Mamako—his real mom, who’d tagged along into the game world.

She was humming to herself. What was so fun about making breakfast? As he watched her hustle about, she suddenly turned toward him—son sensor activating.

“Oh, Ma-kun! Good morning.”

“Morning, Mom.”

“Another early rise? Just a few minutes longer, and I’d have come to wake you!”

“Yeah, I just…woke up. Sorry to let you down.”

“Hee-hee-hee. Well, you should be sorry! Mommy’s just so mad we couldn’t do our little morning routine.” Despite her words, she was all smiles. Just like always. “If you want to make up for it, you could give Mommy a smooch on the cheek?”

“In your dreams. Maybe some other day.”

“Shame! It’ll be a while before breakfast is ready, so you just relax over there.”

“Okay, will do.”

The menu this morning was rice and miso soup, fried fish, eggs, and pickled veggies. He glanced across the dishes being prepped then took a seat at the table, watching his mother work.

Back to her old self.

Same old Mamako.

He knew he’d be able to watch her cook in their kitchen back home, too. There was nothing special about that. He could see it anytime he wanted.

But he couldn’t look away.

“Say, Mom…”

“Yes?”

“Quick question. What was it like when you first tried cooking in-game?”

Mamako didn’t turn around, but this little pop quiz made her tilt her head. “I certainly came to appreciate the convenience of modern appliances. Especially rice cookers.”

“Ha-ha-ha. Sounds serious.”

“It is! I mean, getting rice just right is very tricky!”

“I can imagine. When I start cooking for myself, that’ll be the first thing I buy. That and a microwave.”

It was an offhanded comment, but Mamako’s hands paused on a pickled vegetable, mid-chop. “…Ma-kun, you’re going to cook for yourself?”

“Well, yeah, once I live on my own. Whenever that happens.”

“How far off do you think that is?”

“I dunno… I mean, first we gotta beat the game and get back to the real world. Then I’ve gotta focus on school, go to college, find a job…so not for a good long time.”

“But you want to? Someday?”

“I’d like to try it out, sure. Kind of a nebulous goal, I guess?”

“Oh…”

Mamako started chopping again. A steady tap tap tap. And as she worked, she added, “If you move out on your own, Mommy’s going to sneakily follow you.”

“That’d defeat the whole purpose.”

“Hee-hee-hee. True. It would be the two of us, moving out together!”

“Yeah. Don’t make it weird.”

“Hee-hee. I’m sorry. Mommy’s acting strange today.”

She flashed him a happy smile, then focused on her cooking.

And as she did…

…Hngg?

Masato felt something was amiss, just like in the bath last night. It was as if everything around him was sinking—but without sound or shaking. And it felt much more pronounced than the night before.

…Don’t tell me…

Once before, when Dark-Mom Deathmother had tried to pry children everywhere away from their parents, the feelings of mothers everywhere had created depressions in the earth and sea all throughout the world.

He worried that Mamako was about to do the same, but…

“La la la…Ma-kuun…is Mommyyyy’s…favorite son! Mommy loves Ma-kuuun! La la la! Hee-hee-hee.”

The way she was making up a son love song as she cooked sure didn’t seem depressed. Kinda the opposite. Which was mortifying. He was probably overthinking it.

“C’mon. She’s the ultimate mom!”

“Ma-kun? Where’d that come from?”

“Nothing! Never mind.”

As they spoke, footsteps came down the hall. “Yaaawn!” “Wise, get it together.” “Good morning!” The girls were up.

They’d timed it well—breakfast was ready. Mamako proudly showed off the pot of miso soup.

“Everyone’s here! Let’s eat. The miso soup is extra good this morning!”

The girls all perked up instantly, running over.

Masato rose to his feet, too. “Great! Let’s dig in.”

He couldn’t enjoy these in-game mornings for much longer.

They scarfed down the food, got ready, and left the inn behind.

The roads were still fairly empty.

“Well, Ma-kun? Where do we go?”

“That’s…a good question.”

Hayato had said he’d be waiting in the “ideal spot,” but not given any specifics.

Wise and Medhi were frowning at Masato. Awkward.

“Um…r-right! The item Dad gave me! That oughta lead us there! It better!”

“You are so talking out your ass right now.”

“It will! Look!”

Masato held up his hand. The Demon Lord’s feather appeared.

He thought it would settle on his palm, but a gust of wind caught it and blew it away.

“Huh?”

“Eep!” cried Porta. “It’s moving really fast!”

“We’d better run after it, Masato!” said Medhi.

“R-right! Come on!”

The feather was high above the streets of Catharn now, fluttering in the breeze. They ran after it, looking up, full speed ahead.

And as they rounded the corner…

“I’m late! I’m la—augh!”

“Huh? Whoa!”

A girl with a slice of bread in her mouth came rushing from the other side. Impact imminent! “But I’ll dodge it in time!” Masato made a deft leap…or tried, but too late—they smacked right into each other.

The girl bounced off him and fell over backward—it was Mone from the Mom Shop.

“Oh, Mone! Man, you scared me.”

“Huh? Wh-why do you know my name? Who are you?”

“Who—? Oh, right. Your memories are still sealed…”

“They are? What are you—? Ah! I just remembered!”

“You did? Is this the hand of destiny?!”

“You’re the people Ms. Shiraaase brought in a few days ago! Yep, I remember now.”

No use. Mone still had no clue who they were. She only knew them as people who’d stopped by the shop once—so she was treating them with professional courtesy.

They’d been so close—this hurt. Masato felt very sad. He wanted only to remind her…but when he looked up, the feather was almost out of sight. They couldn’t linger here. Mone would have to wait.

“Sorry to scare you like that, but we’re kind of in a hurry! Later!”

“Oh, uh…sure?”

He grabbed her hand and helped her up, then turned and ran away. The girls all gave Mone a sad look and hurried after him.

Nobody they passed had any memories of them. All they got were baffled stares from passersby wondering what all the rush was about.

They’d spent more time in Catharn than anywhere else. There were familiar faces around every corner, far more than in other towns. Usually coming here meant Mamako was instantly mobbed—which was actually rather frustrating.

But today nobody stopped them.

“Ma-kun, before we beat the game, what do you say we take a leisurely world tour?”

“I’m in! Ending it on this note is way too depressing,” said Wise.

“There are so many people I want to say good-bye to!” added Porta.

“After the seal on their memories is lifted, we’ll have to see everyone again,” said Medhi.

“Yeah…good idea.”

Masato swore he’d come back…

But for now, they had to chase that feather.

They chased it all the way out of Catharn.

Fearing the Heroic party’s levels, the lesser monsters hid in the brushes, coming nowhere near them. Masato wouldn’t have minded one last battle to remember them by, but that would have to wait until this was all over.

“Ah, damn it! It’s the same color as the clouds! Totally blending in!”

“Porta, your eyes are our only hope,” said Medhi. “Make sure you don’t lose it.”

“Okay! Leave it to—ah! It stopped over the transport point!”

“Great, let’s get up there!”

They raced up the stairs to the plateau and the transport circle on it. The feather was hovering in the air above, and the circle on the ground below was pulsing with light—as if in response.

“My Hero senses are telling me…we’re about to get transported away!”

“Literally anyone can tell that much.”

“Yeah, dumb joke, sorry.”

It was final battle time. As the Hero and the party leader, Masato had a duty to make sure everyone was in peak condition.

First, Porta.

“My party’s second member, the Traveling Merchant. Porta, you ready?”

“Yes! I have all the items we need! I’ve got support covered!”

“Cool. Then let’s start by using a magic seal cure on Wise; she’s probably already affected.”

“Got it!”

“I am not!”

Next was Wise.

“Our third addition, the Sage. Wise, you ready?”

“Totally. MP all topped up. My ultimate magic’ll blow away any monsters, even your dad.”

“Monsters are one thing, but leave my dad to me. Seriously. Are you sure your magic isn’t sealed? Really? Positive?”

“Why are we so worried about this? I’m fine! My magic isn’t—”

“…Spara la magia per mirare… Tacere.”

“What the—Medhi! Don’t sneak-seal me!”

And then Medhi.

“And our fourth member, the Cleric. Medhi, you ready?”

“Yes. Ready for anything. Leave support and recovery spells to me. Just one thing…”

“Yes?”

“I realize you’re doing this in the order we joined the party, but I’m not particularly happy about being called fourth… It’s very depressing. Sigh… If I’m being put in fourth place, life is not worth living.” …Rummmble…

“That’s your cue to kick Wise, the impenetrable wall!”

“Ha! Medhi’s fourth, and I’m third! That makes me better than—ow!”

Dark power was unleashed upon Wise’s shin.

Last but not least was none other than Mamako.

“And my first companion, the Normal Hero’s Mother—until she job-changed to Ma-kun’s Mommy. Is that right? Well, whatever… Mamako Oosuki!”

“Oh my. It feels so strange to hear you call me by my full name like that!”

“Yeah. Let’s fix that: Mom, you ready?”

“Yes, Mommy is completely ready. I’ll be cheering you on, Ma-kun. And…”

For a moment, she hesitated.

“…then we’ll beat this game and go back to the real world together,” she said with her usual smile.

This was how Mamako always was. Nothing to worry about.

Masato nodded and turned toward the transport point. “Let’s go.”

They were off! The party stepped onto the magic circle and were wreathed in light.

At that exact moment…

In a room not on this earth, filled with consoles—like an air traffic control tower

“Is…this actually possible?”

Demon Lord Hayato and the mothers had gathered and were staring over Dark-Mom Deathmother’s shoulder at her screen.

It showed the full map of the game world, with numbers representing the elevation and the sea depths of the terrain. Those numbers were the problem—particularly the latter.

In all oceans, the numbers were regularly diminishing.

“This means…the sea level is sinking, right?” Kazuno asked.

“If that were all, the height of the land would be increasing correspondingly,” Medhimama said, shaking her head. “But that isn’t budging one bit.”

“Then…”

“I can infooorm you the land is sinking at the same speed the ocean is.”

Shiraaase was using a personal admin device to collate data.

The game world was composed entirely of data—the land and sea maps were all linked together.

If both were sinking in tandem, then you might assume it was sinking Jenga-like, with one data layer at a time vanishing…

But the more Shiraaase poked at the data, the more puzzled she got. “The total data volume remains unchanged, however. Deathmother, what do you make of this?”

“The sunken sections must be accumulating somewhere. Converted to energy, or aggregated somehow…”

Deathmother tore her eyes off the screen, removed her glasses, and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She laughed softly. “I only know one person who could cause something this absurd… What do you think, Shiraaase?”

“Funny you say that. I was thinking the same thing. This is far beyond the depressions that occurred when other mothers became sad… On the surface, all is well, but the sea and land are sinking, and she’s building up reserves of dangerous energy… Your wife is quite a gal.”

This last line was definitely a tease.

Hayato managed a brief smile, but it soon faded. “I’d never have stood a chance on my own. Shiraaase, thank you for the timely advice. I was right to ask you all to help. Please, lend me your power. If we don’t defeat the ultimate mother’s strength, Masato has no future.”

That made the four women gulp audibly. After all, they were mothers themselves.

“Shiraaase, wasn’t there one more we could call in…?” Hayato asked.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already asked. She wants to adventure with her children awhile longer, so she’s still out there—but when the time comes, she’ll appear instantly. She can do that.”

“Very well. Then we’re all ready.”

Demon Lord Hayato left the room. The automatic doors slid open, and he advanced down a hall made of sciencey materials to a balcony.

In the blue skies above, he could see the light of a transport spell.

“…There you are, Masato,” he said with a grin, ready to face his son.

The blinding light and floating sensation vanished. Masato opened his eyes and beheld the site of their final battle.

“Wow…”

They were in the sky. Everything around them blue. Clouds beneath their feet.

Ahead of them was a city unlike what lay on the ground below. The buildings were futuristic yet weathered—like the ruins of an advanced civilization that had visited this planet in ancient times.

And the entire city was resting on a flying boat. The party had landed on the prow.

Tears gushed from Masato’s eyes. “Gasp! Dad, you totally get it! Ancient civilizations! Flying ships! Everything I ever wanted!”

“Yeah, yeah, very nice. But, um—monsters.”

“Careful!” cried Porta. “There’s a lot of them!”

Monsters were already inbound, their ferocious eyes locked on the party, rushing their way.

Flying midsized dragons—a flock of wyverns!

Masato’s tears flowed freely.

“Flying enemies! Dragons! Ohhhhhh! My—my whole thing!”

“It doesn’t sound like he’s going to listen if we tell him to save his power for the duel with his father,” said Medhi.

“That’s my Ma-kun! Go have fun.”

“Oh, you bet I will!”

A kid at their first amusement park would probably be less hyped up. Masato threw himself into the fray, transcending innocence…into imbecility.

But a moment later, he snapped into battle mode.

“Flying enemies are mine! C’moooon!”

Calmly targeting the nearest foe, he swung the Holy Sword Firmamento. It unleashed a shockwave that penetrated the dragon’s tough scales and cleaved the beast in two!

The sight of their fallen comrade infuriated the wyverns, and four of them rushed at Masato at once, from all sides.

Masato looked absolutely delighted.

“Don’t mess with the Hero of the Heavens!”

He swung his sword horizontally, doing a full 360 spin. The shockwave split, each section forming a hawk that swooped at the incoming wyverns. Sharp talons and beaks tore into their opponents—and the hawks got the wyverns by the throat, hauling them downward and slamming them into the ground. Four foes eliminated as one.

“Hell yeah! Next!”

There were more flying foes coming. Masato readied his next attack, but…

Fearing his strength, the approaching wyverns let out pitiable screeches and fled.

“Huh? Yo, wait! Don’t be scared! I mean, I’m flattered, but this also kind of sucks! Come on, fight me!”

His desperate cries proved futile. All the wyverns were soon gone.

“You’re kidding, right?! That’s it?! Come ooooon! That’s not funny! Let me fight some more!”

The wyverns did not return.

But…

“Then I’ll take you on.”

A figure leapt down from a window in a building ahead. In the blink of an eye, she was right in front of him, a needlelike blade thrust toward him.

Just before it impaled his shoulder, Masato got his own blade up, using the side as a shield.

“Huh? You stopped my attack? Impressive. But I’m not gonna stop to praise you!”

“Wait, you’re—!”

The girl in front of him had a tigerlike, ferocious grin.

Amante.

“Oh, Amante! Don’t scare me like that.”

“Hm? How is it you know my name? All my memories of Masato Oosuki have been sealed away, so I have no idea who you are. Not that I’m going to explain any of that!”

“Mm? Wait.”

She’d definitely used his name just now.

Amante took a leap back, rapier pointed at him. “We found this dungeon first! We’re gonna enjoy exploring it. I dunno where your little Heroic party came from, but you aren’t gonna stop us.”

“So you know I’m the Hero… Hey, Amante, are you—?”

“Now scram. Or I’ll have to lay down some hurt.” She waggled her blade, smiling viciously. And the attack…

Came from his left.

“Yer wide open! Mah!”

“Hey, no fair!”

A tiny kid in a shark hoodie popped out of Masato’s blind spot—Fratello.

Her fists, equipped with brass knuckles, were aimed right at Masato’s ribs. Caught off guard, his block was too late—!

“I don’t think so. Spara la magia per mirare… Barriera!”

Medhi’s defensive spell activated just in time. A magic wall appeared around Masato, stopping Fratello’s blow.

But a third attack was already incoming.

“Here gooooes! …Spara la magia per mirare… Fusione Nebbiaaaa!”

“Only one person elongates her words like that!”

He looked up and saw a girl in a skeleton-themed suit riding a giant magic tome. Definitely Sorella.

An ominously colored mist sprang up around him. The moment it touched his hair, the follicles began to melt. “Aiieeee!” At this rate his equipment was going to—!

“Masato, you stay inside the defensive wall! I got this. Spara la magia per mirare… Forte Vento! And! Forte Vento!”

Wise with the chain casting. A powerful gust of wind blew all the magic mist away.

And the second gust—“Mah?” “Yiiiiikes!”—blew Fratello and Sorella away—“Wai… Gahhh!”—and hit Amante head on.

She’d defeated all three foes.

“Medhi, Wise—thanks. Huge help. Now then…”

“Hee-hee. We clearly need to chat with these ladies.”

“Why did you attack us?”

Mamako and Porta joined them, one ready to scold, the other doing big puppy dog eyes.

All three opponents quickly put their hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay, dumb prank, sorry.”

“It was Amaaante’s idea! She said we should tease Masato a liiittle.”

“This cockamamie scheme was all Sorella. I wanted no part in it, but it was no use. Ya gotta believe me, sonny.”

“Yep, I figured as much… Just to be sure, all three of you totally remember us, right?” Masato asked.

Amante puffed up with pride. “Obviously,” she said. “Who do you think our mother is?”

“Aha. Hahako undid the seal. That explains it.”

Hahako had appointed herself mother to these three—but she was actually a unique being born from the game’s main systems. She could rewrite NPC programming with all the ease a regular mother would have rearranging the furniture in her parents’ home.

It was a relief to have someone remember them.

These girls had been the party’s enemies from the moment each of the trio appeared. They’d caused no end of trouble and fought constantly—so it was ironic that they were the first NPCs to remember the Hero’s party.

Masato was smiling despite himself. “Oh… You guys remember us, then! Cool, cool. Ha-ha-ha.”

“Yiiiikes. Where did that laugh come from? Soooo creepy.”

“…Lost your last marble there, sonny?”

“I’m not creepy! And I’ve got all my marbles, thanks.” He slapped his cheeks, recovering. “So where’s Hahako? She’s not with you?”

“She’s here,” said Amante. “She was exploring with us a few minutes ago. But it seems like there’s something fishy going on…so she’s out handling that.”

“Handling what exactly?”

“I dunno.” Amante took a quick glance in Mamako’s direction and made a face.

The Libere trio got to their feet.

“We’d better go. You guys should head toward Centrale.”

“Centrale?”

“Mama Hahako said it’s the central building that basically controls everything on the ship… The big one in the middle, easy to find. That’s where you’ll find your dad, Masato Oosuki. Not that I need to explain that!”

“Thanks for explaining it anyway. But you’re not coming?”

“We’re the interception squaaaad. So we’re on standbyyyy.”

“Interception?”

“What could that mean?” Porta asked. “Is there another threat?”

“Y’all are better off not knowing. Just keep yer minds on the throwdown with sonny’s old man.”

The trio ran off toward the ship’s stern. It didn’t quite add up, but…

“Come on, Ma-kun! No time to waste. Let’s finish this fight and beat the game!”

“Y-yeah, that’s the idea…”

Mamako gave him an oddly cheery push, and he started walking.

The monsters they faced were winged insects, birds, dragons—all flying foes.

And flying enemies? “They’re miiiiiiine!” “Go for it.” Masato was having the time of his life, shockwave after shockwave cutting through the enemies.

As they picked their way through decrepit, crumbling buildings, they saw an extra big one up ahead—like a capless pyramid, or some sort of temple.

Centrale.

“Hah…hah… F-finally. Such a struggle to get here…I can barely stand…”

“You’re the only one who’s tired, Masato,” Medhi noted.

“Masato! Have a recovery item! I have water, too!”

“And Mommy’s lap pillow is always here for you. Hee-hee.”

“I’m gonna pass on that offer, but… Ugh…must fight the urge to nap…”

“Go nap on your mommy’s knees…while I get to be the first in!” Wise dashed off, trying to cross the clearing in front of Centrale.

But a dark cloud formed in the skies above, swelling exponentially.

“Luce della Dannazione!”

There was a crash of thunder, and a lightning bolt shot toward Wise.

However…

“I saw this coming! …Spara la magia per mirare… Barriera! And! Barriera!”

Wise’s defensive spells activated. Two magic barriers appeared over her head, absorbing the lightning bolt.

She shot a triumphant grin at the Centrale entrance, where the Queen of the Night herself stood—Kazuno.

“Oh? Impressed you noticed.”

“This had your stench all over it, Mom. I figured there’d be a trap, and I was right.”

“Genya! I do not have a stench. Take that back!”

“You reek! You’re drowning in cheap perfume! …So? What do you want?”

“Simple. I’m here to slow you down.” Kazuno raised her folding fan and snapped it closed, pointing it at Wise. “Masato’s father wants a one-on-one battle with his son. That means you’re in the way, Genya. You come play with your mommy.”

“Huh. Okay, fine.”

Wise returned the gesture, pointing with her magic tome, never once taking her eyes off her mother. “Masato, you go on ahead. I’ll handle my mom.”

“Wise…you’re sure?”

“I got this. We’ll just have a little family meeting. Don’t you dare lose, Masato.”

“I won’t. See you later.”

No time to nap on Mommy’s lap. They left Wise behind, heading inside.

As they passed Kazuno…

“Masato, I know you want to go all out in the battle against your father…but make sure you leave a little energy in reserve. You might need it later.”

“Huh…?”

With that cryptic advice from the Queen of the Night, they were inside Centrale.

The party’s footsteps faded into the distance.

Wise turned her attention back to Kazuno.

“Well, Mom? Let’s get this started. I’m gonna knock you sideways.”

“Ooh, how fierce! What’s got you so fired up? …Oh, is this because I was flirting with Masato? Did I make you jealous?”

“Wha—?! Of course not!”

“Don’t try and hide it. You’ve never been this close with any other boys. How cute. You’re adorable, Genya! Snort.”

Wise lost it completely.

“Okay, shut the hell up right now. Time to get started! …Spara la magia per mirare… Tacere! And! Tacere!”

“Ah?!”

Wise’s chain casting sealed Kazuno’s magic.

Wise’s magic was also sealed.

“Wh-what is wrong with you?!” Kazuno shouted. “My magic is one thing, but why seal your own?!”

“Simple. With your mom cheats active, I can’t beat you in a magic duel. But if I beat you with spells while your magic’s sealed, I wouldn’t feel like I’d won at all. So…”

“Oh, I get it. You wanna work this out our way, huh? …Bring it!”

“That’s right! Parents and kids need to know when to use body language!”

Kazuno threw her fan. Wise threw her magic tome.

Both lunged at the other, grappling.

“Just so we’re clear, me and Masato aren’t like that! Not in the least!”

Wise with the cobra twist!

“Oh, really? Then I’ll just devour him for myself! I mean, his face and figure aren’t my style at all, but there’s value in youth! He’d make a good appetizer. Oh-ho-ho-ho!”

Kazuno with the backbreaker drop!

“What a load of crap! No way you’re that depraved! You’re just trying to rile me up, but I’m not falling for it!”

Wise with the figure-four leglock!

“Ah-ha-ha! Too obvious? Just don’t let Medhi snatch him from you!”

“I-I…wasn’t planning to… Gah?!”

Kazuno with the scorpion death-lock!

Wise’s resistance faltered, and Kazuno tightened her hold. “Owwwww!” Wise was in trouble!

But then Kazuno eased off a bit.

“Fine, follow your own heart. It’s your life.”

“Mom…?”

“Besides, this is hardly the time for personal stuff. Lend me your ear.” Kazuno put her arms around Wise’s neck from behind—a gentle kind of choke hold. She whispered, “I’m going to teach you the ultimate spell—one of my own creation. Listen and learn.”

“Ultimate spell? What for…?”

“You’re gonna need some offensive power. The situation is far more dire than you realize. If you want your beloved Masato to have any kind of future, you’ll have to fight.”

“Beloved, my ass! That’s not—!”

“I don’t care what it is. You’re a girl, yes? Try doing something for a boy for once. I’ll make a good woman outta you yet, Genya.”

Wise was still struggling, so Kazuno tightened her grip.

“You’ll need every last nerve you’ve got,” Kazuno said, her expression grim. “You’re up against the very best.”

With Wise gone, the party was down to four. They were headed swiftly into Centrale itself.

First, the lobby. It was festooned with monuments to planets and art that had withstood the ravages of time. There was a grand piano along with tea ceremony and ikebana sets—signifiers of high class.

And leaning against the piano was Medhimama—eyes closed, waiting quietly.

Medhi slowed to a standstill. “You three go on ahead.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Like Ms. Kazuno said, our mothers are here to slow us down. And there’s a few things I’d like to speak to my own mother about.”

“Got it. We’ll go on ahead. Catch up when you can.”

Leaving Medhi behind, the party headed farther in.

Silence reigned.

Medhimama’s eyes opened, and she smiled. Medhi smiled back.

“…There’s something I’d like to say first,” Medhimama began.

“What is that, Mother?”

“I was not myself last night. I’m not to blame—the booze was responsible for everything.”

“Excuses like that do no one any good.” …Rummmble…

Dark power surged from Medhi’s every pore as she raised her staff. “L-let’s just stay calm, shall we?” Medhimama begged. “I am calm.” Medhi calmly raised her staff.

And tapped Medhimama lightly on the chest. Then she came in for a hug.

“I’m kidding,” she said. “You’re only human, Mother. It’s natural you make mistakes sometimes. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“…Thank you. I’m blessed to have such an understanding daughter.”

“All I ask in return is that you overlook some of my own blunders.”

“Oh? What might those be…?”

“Blunders I may soon make. Relationships are fraught with peril. I’m not exactly scrupulous where Masato and Wise are involved.” Smile.

“That smile has me worried… How did I raise such a terrifying daughter…?” Medhimama was taken aback, but she then smirked and put her arms around Medhi. “Very well. Do what you think best. But if you make a move…”

“Naturally, I’ll win. I won’t accept anything less. This is my own decision.”

“Precisely what I want to hear. That is who you are.”

In each other’s arms, mother and daughter smiled.

Then Medhi pulled away, turning her gaze to the educational tools arranged nearby. “So what is the meaning of this, Mother? I’ve learned all of these before…”

“I prepared them for you. To cultivate your mind and grant unto you a new power.”

“A new power…?”

“The power to grant Masato his future. I am not here to stop you, but to teach you what you need… Medhi, listen well.”

“Yes, Mother.”

“You are prone to unleashing dark, pent-up energy, but I know well that beneath that is a strong, beautiful mind, forged through ceaseless hard work. That is the real Medhi. Your true strength. If you can face yourself once more and draw upon that power, you can make it your own.”

“My own true strength… Am I even capable of such a thing…?”

“That is up to you. The decision will be yours.”

Harsh words, but there was a smile on Medhimama’s lips. An unwavering confidence that her pride and joy—her daughter—could pull this off.

Faced with such faith and adoration, Medhi could say only one thing:

“…Mother! I’ll do whatever it takes!”

With a look of resolute determination, she took a seat at the piano.

Past the lobby, the three remaining party members reached the base of a broad staircase leading upward. Once again, a mother was waiting for them: Dark-Mom Deathmother. She was on her hands and knees, bowing her head—showing remorse for drunkenly teasing Masato.

But Porta was still hopping mad.

“Mommy!”

“Y-yes?! What is it?!”

“If you don’t treat me just like you did Masato, I’ll be very mad!”

“Happy to oblige!”

Porta rocketed toward a waiting embrace. Snuggles upon cuddles upon snuggles. Deathmother looked very pleased. Blissful steam was fogging up her glasses.

“Oh, right. I actually have a gift for you as an apology. It didn’t turn out very well, but…here.”

Dark-Mom Deathmother sheepishly pulled two little sets of doll clothes out of her pocket. Her motherly sewing skills were still a bit rough around the edges, and the threads were loose, but…that was kind of charming, too.

The clothes were just the right size for Piita and Piitamama, the two dolls hanging from Porta’s shoulder bag.

“Gosh! They’re so cute!”

“These should give both dollies a power-up. What do you say? Do you want to help Mommy put them on?”

“Yes! I’d love to play dolls with you! …So, um…” Porta turned to Masato and Mamako, looking worried. Naturally, they nodded happily.

“Mom and I’ll go on ahead,” said Masato. “You have fun here.”

“Mommy has to stay with Ma-kun, so don’t worry. We’ll see you later!”

“Okay!”

Porta plastered herself blissfully against Deathmother. Masato and Mamako took one last look at them and then walked away.

Alone together, they walked side by side up the stairs. Matching pace. For a while, neither spoke.

Eventually, Mamako broke the silence. “Ma-kun…”

“Mm? What?”

“Why don’t you ever snuggle up against me like Porta does?”

“Uhhh…real talk, I’m just too old for that now. You gotta cut me some slack there.”

He leaned closer, and his arm bumped her shoulder. Like iron to a magnet, Mamako pressed her shoulder into him.

“I suppose this much is normal, right…?”

“Nah, definitely crossing the line. Too much. Pull back!”

“Hee-hee-hee. Sorry. Then how about this?” She put his arm in hers.

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“Please.”

“Hee-hee. Shame. But…can we? Just for a minute? I don’t know how much longer I’ll be allowed to walk arm-in-arm with you.”

“It’ll happen, I’m sure. Even back in the real world—”

“So you’ll go shopping arm-in-arm with me?”

“Erk… W-well…uh…”

Honestly, there were things he could manage because this was a game, something separate from real life.

Seeing him wrestle with the thought, Mamako giggled. “I’m really glad we came to this game together and could have all these adventures. Every day was like a dream. Mommy was so happy here.”

“Yeah? Well, that’s good. It’s been wild, but I enjoyed it all, too.”

“So…” Mamako stopped, about to say something. But instead, she shifted gears: “So let’s treasure these memories. Let’s never forget any of them.”

They reached the top of the stairs and found themselves in a different kind of lobby. There were elevators at the back, and tables and chairs at the front.

Sitting at one of these was Shiraaase—and Mamako’s doppelgänger, Hahako.

“Welcome to Café Shiraaase. I can infooorm you that this café is exclusively for mothers.”

“It’s been far too long, Mamako. You are a better mother than any of us, so I’m sure you know without me saying it.”

Both women looked at Mamako, who let go of Masato’s arm.

“Mommy’s instincts say Daddy is up ahead. Go on, Ma-kun.”

“That’s a shock. I figured you’d want to come with me.”

“I do! But I can’t. This is your fight, Ma-kun. My beloved son is trying to accomplish something on his own. Mommy can’t butt in.”

“You say that, but you always do that sort of thing. Are you sure you’re not gonna swoop in at the last second and beat him for me?”

“I won’t. You’d be so mad at me! So I swear I’ll stay out of it.”

“Okay. I’ll trust you on that.”

He glanced at Shiraaase and Hahako. They nodded—as if to say they’d take care of Mamako for him.

One of them had been helping them out since the game began. The other was a mother as powerful as Mamako herself. He was sure they could handle things.

A few steps farther, and he’d be fighting his father. He took a deep breath.

“I’m ready.”

“Good luck!”

Mamako gave Masato a pat on the back, and he stepped onto the transport circle.

At the top of the elevator ride was a garden that stretched out behind Centrale. There were no traces of any remaining vegetation, just the blue sky in all directions—a rooftop garden.

And in the center of it stood Masato’s father, a huge cursed sword on his back.

Masato stepped closer, stopping at the tip of the blade’s reach.

“’Sup. Your cute kid is here to kick your ass.”

“Sheesh, that greeting couldn’t be further from ‘cute.’” His father—Hayato, the Demon Lord—chuckled. “Let’s begin with a question. My beloved son—have you grasped the meaning of the Demon Lord’s quest?”

“Yeah, thanks to you. I fell right into your scheme, and that forced me to think about my future. I’ve made up my mind to beat this game and start the next phase of my life.”

“Glad to hear it. But do you have the strength to follow through? I am your final trial, an obstacle you must overcome.”

Hayato turned and grabbed Universo—the cursed sword harboring the blackness of outer space.

Masato drew Firmamento—the Holy Sword of the Heavens.

Their smiles faded.

“What future are you dreaming of, Masato?”

“In a word—the best life ever.”

“Aha. But I’m afraid that dream must end here.”

Hayato’s voice took on a nasty edge.

And like it was effortless, he swung his greatsword at his son.

Masato quickly held out his left hand, deploying his shield wall, trying to block—but the blow hit hard. He couldn’t stand up to it; he was forced backward.

The Demon Lord strode forward, as if he were out for a stroll. Even with both legs firmly planted, Masato’s feet slid steadily away.

“Yo, how are you so strong?!”

“This is the power of the Daddy Demon Lord—the result of turning economic might into strength. Power far beyond the Hero Son’s!”

“Gah, I ain’t that easy! If I put my mind to it…!”

Masato took a big leap back and raised his sword. Focusing his mind, he prepared a mighty swing—unleashing his most powerful shockwave.

The massive shockwave hurtled toward the Demon Lord!

“Oh, crap! Did I overdo it?!” Masato was genuinely concerned.

But Hayato didn’t even try to block. The shockwave hit him—and shattered like thin ice. Zero damage.

As Masato gaped, Hayato grinned. “This, too, is the power of the Daddy Demon Lord. Endurance gained through practical experience, the constant payments of taxes and insurance premiums—all converted to defense! Comprehensive stability guaranteed by good credit.”

“What the hell? Who decided that?!”

“You don’t get it? Fair enough. This sort of thing is way over your head.”

“Gah, now you’re just openly mocking me! Look, I get the gist, okay?! …And my stamina’s no joke, either! I’ve put up with Mom’s cosplaying and…and way worse!”

“Oh? Then let’s test that.”

Hayato raised his blade high. Pitch-black power gathered at the tip, forming a massive magic circle in the sky.

“You’ve gotta be kidding—you know magic?!”

“This is Daddy Demon Lord’s attack—from higher than the Heavens themselves! Can the Heroic Son withstand it? …Spara la magia per mirare…”

A dedicated Dad Spell.

“Punizione del Padre.”

Part of the sky gave way to the light of the universe. Countless meteors descended from above, clashing into each other, merging into a giant fist that fell right toward Masato.

No way he could block a meteor. Some things were just impossible.

But…

“I’m not gonna lose! I can’t afford to!”

Sons had to be stubborn.

Masato steeled his quivering legs, forcing himself to stay put. He readied his defenses.

“I’m gonna overcome this trial, and head toward my future…!”

The meteoric fist slammed home. He tried to withstand it but was easily crushed. What happened next was lost to him.

The sound of the impact, the explosions, everything within the attack’s radius was blown away—and he could sense none of it.

However…

Ah, crap… That hurts…

He was still conscious. He could tell he was lying facedown.

Masato had not died. It was hard to call his defense successful—but he had endured it.

The next thing he knew, he was stuck in the shattered earth at the base of a massive crater.

That was when he heard voices:

“…Masato!”

“…Masato!”

“…Masato!”

Several of them. Wise, Medhi, Porta—and their moms. Even Shiraaase was calling out to him…

“Ma-kun!”

The loudest voice, the one he’d heard more than anyone else’s—Mamako.

…How long is she gonna call me that? Even when I’m all grown up?

He winced and turned toward the voice. Mamako looked really worried. She clearly wanted to run to his side but was standing her ground. This was a fight between father and son. She’d promised not to interfere and was keeping her word.

His friends, the mothers, and his father—all staring at Masato.

…I’ll look like a chump if I keep lying here.

He moved his arms, and pain shot through him. But he pushed through it, using his sword to pull himself upright. Proving he would not let his opponent keep him down.

Demon Lord Hayato gave him a satisfied nod and aimed the tip of his cursed blade at Masato.

“You did well enduring that attack. However…”

“I know. A single blow left me black and blue. Big talk isn’t gonna cover that. Compared to you, I’ve still got a lot to learn—and I’ve gotta own that fact.”

“A laudable position.”

“And I was thinking—where I’m headed, there’s gonna be lots of people like you.”

“Indeed. I’m but one in a hundred—a thousand…perhaps even more. Countless people out there I’d never stand a chance against. Do you think you could survive in that environment? Do you think you’re capable of reaching out and taking what you want?”

“Honestly, no. But that won’t stop me.”

Masato raised his Holy Sword and attacked the Demon Lord. The holy and cursed blades clashed—as did the father and son’s glares.

“I’ve made up my mind to head toward my future! And I won’t stop now!”

“Easier said than done.”

Hayato effortlessly pushed Masato back and took a vicious swipe with his greatsword. Masato got his left hand up in time, and his shield wall deployed—but it couldn’t absorb the momentum. He was knocked back but quickly leapt again into the fray.

“Do you have the strength to keep moving forward?”

“I do! These feelings, right here!”

He poured those emotions into the Holy Sword, taking a vicious swipe of his own. The greatsword easily blocked the blow, but Masato kept the pressure on. It got him nowhere, but he kept pushing.

“Just feelings, hm?”

“That’s all I’ve got right now! And I have no choice but to fight with what I’ve got!”

“Well said. In that case…you’ll have to prove how strong those feelings are.”

“I will! Beating you is the first step to my future, Dad!”

Both men leapt back, raising their swords to the Heavens. This next blow would decide the outcome. For a moment, all was silent.

And with a roar, both leapt forward, swinging their blades as one. Holy and cursed swords clashed like thunder…!

And snapped in two. Both of them.

“Huh?”

“Oh?”

The broken blades went flying off to who knows where. Masato stood there stunned, and Hayato started laughing.

“Look at that! My stats are far higher, but I see our swords’ durability was evenly matched. With no weapons, neither of us can fight on. Which means…”

“Our battle…”

“…is a tie.”

“Again…?! Feels cheap, but…not much we can do…”

Masato’s last reserves of strength were gone, and he slumped to the ground.

“If you insist on settling things, we can do that back in the real world.”

“Yeah…let’s do that. But how?”

“By living our lives! What do you say?”

“I dunno how we’d ever pick a winner.”

“If you feel like a winner, you’ve won. Same goes for losing. That’s all it takes. What matters is that father and son compete with one another as all men should. That’s what I ask of you. It’s how things ought to be between us.”

“That’s the kind of bond you want to have?”

“Exactly. Now, son—you’ve been largely beaten down by the economic and societal might of your powerful father. Do you still have the courage to wage a battle you have little chance of winning?”

“Puh-leez.”

Masato batted aside his father’s offered hand and stood up. Now face-to-face, he held out his own hand.

“I’m gonna make you concede defeat one day. Just you wait.”

“Looking forward to it. Let’s make it a fair fight, son.”

“Absolutely, Dad.”

Their handshake was quickly becoming a contest of grip strength, but for now—their battle was done. Mamako and the others had been watching breathlessly; they looked very relieved.

And so…

“Well, Masato—it’s time for the final battle.”

“The heck? Have you lost your mind?”

“Is that any way to talk to your father?”

“Sorry. But didn’t we just have the final battle? All I gotta do now is beat the game…”

“Therein lies the problem. Before you can do that, you’ve got to handle the toughest foe of all. Look there.”

Demon Lord Hayato pointed upward with both hands.

Masato looked above him…

“…Huh?”

…and saw a pair of very feminine hands.

One made of earth and stone, the other of churning ocean water. These hands covered the sky itself, reaching out to grab the flying ship.