Chapter 933: A Long Day in the Life of Miyama Kaito ⑧ (1/2)

In a dream where my consciousness was strangely clear, a woman I have never met before declared that she's my mother……  Seriously, what the heck is this?

I don't recognize this woman in front of me who calls herself Makina, and more importantly, I know who my real mother is……

[Ahh, sorry, I'm not saying I'm your blood-related mother, but I'm your mother in a much broader sense. You're a child born in the world I created, which means you're my child.]

[A- Ahhh, so that's what you meant…… Arehh? Are you saying that you're the God of the world I was in?]

[Unnn, that's right.]

I was surprised when she suddenly called herself my mother, but she's talking about it in a broader sense huh…… Arehh? However, I think I've heard that kind of story somewhere before…… Perhaps, I may have even known someone who said the same thing…… ”I can't remember though”.

It feels rather strange. I can't remember anything about a particular person, as if the part of memory regarding them is completely missing.

[Oops, sorry about that. I had my own circumstances, you see? So, I made it so that you can't remember ”the me over there”.]

[U- Unnn?]

[Well, how should I say this…… Remember how my child thought it was a dream in the beginning? This was close in a way, because I'm just temporarily inviting only the mind of my sleeping child into this space. However, rather than being a breach of contract, this is just barely within it, but I'm afraid Shallow Vernal will complain…… so I've put some restrictions so that ”you can't remember the me over there” and ”you'll forget what we talk about here when you wake up”.]

[……I- I see.]

……That was quite the outrageous story, but since she's a God, it's not surprising that she'd be able to do that. Well, I've been through a lot myself and experienced a lot of situations beyond common sense…… I'm kind of getting used to it now, or rather, I'm starting to be able to take such things in somewhat calmly.

Should I rejoice in my growth or lament the fact that I'm getting caught up in so many abnormal situations that I became used to it…… I'm wavering which one it is.

As I was thinking about this, I wondered if I should call the woman…… God in front of me with ”-sama” attached to her name?

[Ah, no, you can just call me casually. Of course! You can also call me Mother……]

[……Well then, I'll call you Makina-san then.]

[……You can also call me Mama, you know?]

[Nice to meet you, Makina-san.]

[Ah, unnn. Nice to meet you……]

I wonder what this feeling is…… She looks like a beautiful, wholesome and gentle girl, and her voice and tone are also gentle…… but for some unknown reason, I feel like she was quite the ”dangerous” person.