I picked up a rainbow-colored monster... or not. He's a pervert.

"Hey, Nea. I'll grant you any wish you have, so will you listen to my wish?"

Such a beautiful sound falls in the dark forest at night.

Nea, or in this rather tricky world where names hold the soul, is her real name, Nea Harley, which is currently sealed away.

She is currently in the corner of the forest, holding her head and cursing her fate.

Furthermore, the night forest of this world that she visited after escaping from her room was so beautiful, filled with various colors and wonders, that it made her want to sigh.

It's amazing to see colorful flowers blooming even at your feet as you casually squat down.

(...No. If anything is beautiful, then this creature is.)

She slowly looked up and saw a tall, handsome man with long, pale pearl-colored hair and deep blue eyes that seemed to blur in the water.

How beautiful this man is, the colors he possesses are not uniform.

His long, gently wavy pearl-colored hair ranged in shades of pale violet and light blue, bluish gray, mint green, a touch of pale gold, and even a faint cherry blossom pink that emerged depending on the angle of the light.

These various shades blend together in subtle ways, and every time I look at him, I find myself caught up in the thought of what color his hair really was.

The same goes for his eyes, which are a clear navy blue with a kaleidoscope of colors including violet and paraiba green.

To sum it up without any words, he was an incredibly elegantly balanced, miraculously iridescent white, and all of his colors had an infinitely transparent brilliance, making him like a beautiful glass doll.

(But it was so sharp it cut through my body, and so dark I felt like I was being sucked in. This person must be something very troublesome and bad...)

The moment he appeared and saw Nea, he smiled softly, and there was a clear look of joy and determination in his eyes.

And then, for a moment, he smiled softly, as if acting like a cunning beast.

"Not every wish can be granted. What kind of monster are you?"

To capture the demon, a ritual of singing and begging is performed in front of a mirror.

In other words, the person sings in front of the mirror, and if a monster is attracted by the voice and appears, negotiations begin.

A textbook on singing and begging had been left in her room, telling her to study it, so perhaps it was wrong to take advantage of this and secretly perform the summoning and contract ritual, which was supposed to be performed at the temple, in the forest at night.

Or perhaps the biggest reason for her defeat was that she had simply done what should have been done with a water mirror soaked in magic, but instead had done it with a hand mirror that she had brought into this world.

Or perhaps it was because the first chant of the ritual was being read from a textbook, resulting in a strange, broken speech.

(Although it may seem friendly, I knew at a glance that it was no good. This monster is very beautiful and wonderful, but there's no way I could handle it.)

The rank of monsters in this world is determined by their beauty.

It is said that the higher the non-human, the more beautiful it is, as it is part of the power to capture humans and other lower-ranking beings.

If so, what rank is this monster?

It's not that I'm simply intimidated by the beauty in front of me.

It was because she had seen the monster that Adaria's escort knight had made a contract with, who was actually a song beggar, that she was taken aback by this monster's beauty.

Of all things, he is more beautiful than the highest ranking monster in all of Verclair.

(Of course, what a delicate and fragile looking monster is will have different tastes depending on the viewer, but still...)

If that guard's monster was a jewel, then perhaps this monster is a rainbow or an aurora.

It is something more mysterious, something that cannot be shaped and held in human hands, and is classified as a blessing or a miracle.

And above all, the cruelty of this monster makes it seem as though even such grace is not all good.

"Do you want to know who I am? Well... If I were to explain it in a way that even you can easily understand, I would say that I am the one who governs reason."

"...I'm fucked."

"Oh, you don't seem happy?"

A beautiful hand reached out and gently stroked Nea's head as she sat down.

For some reason, this monster has been very overprotective ever since the beginning, when its vigilance was thrown off and Nea was practically turned to stone.

He looks at Nea with great joy, then timidly touches her gently, and then his smile deepens with joy again.

(The textbook said that conceptual monsters are high-ranking, and the price to pay is accordingly high...)

But the woman was preoccupied with her own affairs and was desperately trying to avoid paying for her excessive purchases.

"Well, I'm sure my tiny abilities won't be enough to support you, so I'll have to decline this time..."

"Unfortunately, once you've called and exchanged words, it's considered a done deal."

"...I see. In that case, even if I am certain to die instantly, I have a feeling I won't be able to grant you your first wish. I'm sorry."

As I apologized while still holding my head, I felt like he was looking down at me strangely.

"Why don't you cling to your own life?"

The creature before me seemed to be a monster and could not read the subtleties of human hearts.

Without any warning, he goes straight to the deepest part.

"...I am. However, what has happened this time has been overwhelming and beyond my ability to process, so I am simply searching for a more compassionate path."

The moment she is dropped into an unknown world and assigned a life-threatening job such as song begging, the question of whether she is attached to life or not is already beyond the realm of possibility.

The best Nea could do was to secretly observe this unfamiliar, beautiful world and choose how to spend the rest of her life peacefully and happily.

Humans are fragile creatures, and in such situations they can be very selfish.

"So why are you apologizing to me?"

"You came here because I called you, right? ...But if I can't live up to your expectations, I think it's only natural that you would feel sorry. I've heard that for you guys... the mirror monsters, begging for songs is a blessing that will grant their wishes..."

Of course, there is a good reason why long-lived, high-ranking monsters serve humans.

First of all, they like the song beggar and show up.

Then, holding his favorite phonograph, the monster apparently allows the singer to make a contract.

(At this point, it is noted that they are treating it as property, ignoring human rights and monopolizing it...)

In addition, monsters are said to be very possessive.

After digesting the examples explained by Adaria, Nea understood as a human who did not belong to this world that it was because monsters were never equal to humans to begin with.

They do not allow their favorite singing beggars to have children or fall in love.

On the contrary, they would never tolerate the intervention of the family, who originally belonged to the song-beggar.

It was clear that such self-righteous behavior lacked any consideration for the feelings of the song-beggar.

(In other words, monsters are creatures with such fickle hobbies that they will make a contract with a human if their favorite music is offered as bait...)

The amount of service is so great that it can hardly be called subservience, so what else can we think of it as?

(After all, the song beggar not only has to sing for the monsters, but also grant their wishes...)

Monsters are creatures that bring value to those around them that is enough to keep them connected even if it means going to such lengths.

The reason they stay there after being called by their favorite singing voice must be because they can have their wishes granted with little effort.

(Plus, it seems that monsters always have wishes that can only be granted by their song-beggars.)

The appearance of such a creature that is by no means omnipotent has a mysterious charm that is reminiscent of another world, and Nea was a little surprised when she learned this fact.

Not only are they powerful and beautiful, but this world is also bound by rules and limitations that are in accordance with the principles of magic, and no living thing can escape these constraints.

(For example, the monster that the guard knight has a contract with loves food made by humans...)

The monster's wish, which was given in return for gourmet food, seemed like an incredibly cheap reward, but even there, mysterious magical rules were at work.

It seems that the singing beggars who provide the food have their lives taken away in proportion to the contents of the meal.

For vegetables, it takes one to two weeks.

For meat, fish, and other rare ingredients, the shelf life is up to about one month.

Even if the client is given food prepared by a chef who has no connection to the client, for some reason the life of the client, the song beggar, is shortened - this is perhaps the terrifying, invisible nature of the laws of magic.

On the other hand, it seems that with that power, the monsters feel that any human food they can get anywhere is inferior to the food given to them by their contractor.

(But, the monsters call it a blessing for a reason. This is a very convenient system for them.)

In the end, what the song beggars give to the monsters is merely a luxury item, and the power that the monsters give as service is simply reasonable labor that is commensurate with the monster's quality.

They are different from people who risk their lives to get that opportunity.

The monsters had a very unequal contract, working moderately and fully satisfying their hobbies and desires.

"I suppose singing is a blessing for you... I'm sorry I can't be of any use."

She couldn't risk looking into the eyes of a high-ranking monster she had no hope of controlling, so a dejected Nea crouched down and apologized, and there was a hint of a smile in her gaze.

Somehow, rather than being a satire of this fragile human being, it has a hint of utmost good humor.

(...It's strange. I wonder why this monster is so happy...)

Then, I suddenly looked up and noticed something.

The soft, sparkling, and plump, swaying colors of the forest were shining brightly and colorfully, incomparable to when Nea had first arrived.

It was as if it reflected the good mood of the monster before me, and I once again wondered if perhaps this was an exceptionally special creature.

In the shadows of the faintly glowing pale blue branches and leaves, a mineral flower grows crisply, giving off a stardust-like light.

Beautiful flowers bloom in the forest thickets, slowly wither and fall, then bloom again.

Is that why I think about it?

(First of all, how do you deal with monsters...?)

How can we live with such beautiful and terrifying creatures?

I completely forgot to check such an important thing.

In addition, neither the Oracle Priestess nor Adaria had explained that part.

What do they eat and what do they like?

Or maybe they have allergies or don't like certain foods.

I think it would be a big problem if we accidentally showed or gave something to such a beautiful creature and it screamed and died.

"I'm sorry for asking such a basic question, but I'd like to know how I should interact with you. Um, specifically, are there any foods you can't eat, or foods that will give you a rash if you touch them?"

"You can treat me more roughly.... I don't mind."

"Summoning someone, not giving them anything, and then treating them carelessly is the worst kind of behavior."

"So let's do this. That's my first wish."

When I slowly lifted my eyes, I saw beautiful eyes with the complex colors of dawn looking down at me.

"Are wishes, which are linked to desires, treated so carelessly?"

"I don't care"

I wonder how much of her lifespan will be shortened by treating him carelessly.

If this is actually because I'm very unhappy with you and you're planning to kill me with a body that will grant my wish, then I would like to decline.

From what I've heard, monsters are generally cruel and capricious.

(But since her obsession with begging for songs is the only thing that's real, I thought I'd summon a monster that I could control! Even if his feelings aren't so easily accepted, if I could borrow his power, I thought he'd be my only ally!)

Even though it was a self-inflicted accident, Nea was starting to feel annoyed at how cruel the world was, but then she realized there was a far more important suspicion.

Something's wrong, I feel like I have to wait a moment, so I try to organize the information I've gathered so far in my head.

(...Maybe this monster's wish is to be treated roughly?)

Wishes are powerful.

It's not an innocent request like, "Let's have a casual conversation."

After all, the summoned monsters are premised on the fact that the number of wishes that can be granted by the song beggar is limited.

In some cases, the monster will die in an instant, so the number of things that can be granted until then is very limited, and in that case, the monster's request must be so earnest that it is elevated to a heartfelt wish.

When I searched for the word "careless" in my mind to find something urgent and powerful, it was transformed into the dangerous word "masochistic fetish," to my horror.

"Could that be weird...?"

Just as I was about to say it, the monster tilted its head and smiled slyly, so I stopped myself.

Whatever the special nature of this monster, there's no doubt that it has a cunning and troublesome personality, so as a weak human being, I should be careful not to reveal my true feelings.

"I hope it can be granted with something as small as my life."

"I want you to continue doing this on a daily basis, and I won't take away your life. It would be a waste."

"... you want me to treat you roughly on a daily basis."

Moreover, it seems that this monster does not take away life, which is the price paid for magic.

In that case, the quality of the payment would be something that could be given even without begging for a song, so I saw it as a desperate desire.

"...I don't really understand what you mean."

"Hmm. I guess it's still difficult. I'm sorry, but I still don't know how to express myself properly."

For some reason, the monster that caused this ended up in confunsion as well, and he frowned sadly.

When the dark, beautiful monster did so, it was an extremely seductive scene, and Nea almost fainted.

(Judging from this alluring appearance, what exactly is this lineage of monsters that can be summarized as reason?)

From the colors he possesses, it seems impossible to discern the lineage that is common to all non-humans.

A creature with multiple colors has appeared, something that I hadn't learned, so I've fallen over from the premise of color-coding attributes, lineage, concepts, etc. and still can't get up.

If you have too many colors, is it okay to decide the attribute based on the one with the most amount?

And as Nea's brows deepened, the pearl-haired monster came to a shocking conclusion.

"You can use me as much as you like and command me to do whatever you want. I'll be very happy if you do that."

His exclusive and cold expression softens with a hint of innocent happiness.

Its eyes, looking at me expectantly, are defenseless and sparkling, like a faithful and well-behaved dog.

(...Huh, a dog?)

"Oh my goodness, it's real!"

The beautiful monster looked down at Nea, who had crouched down in a panic, with a puzzled expression.

It's a secret that when I saw his defenseless eyes tilted to the side, I felt the urge to give him a little pat on the head.