I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

The Daydudrian nation, known and taught as the kingdom--puts on top as pope those who possess special skills that make it possible to hear God's voice.

Therefore, this country is like laying a one-generation monarchy in any age, but the harm is thus greater in it, plaguing the subordinates in any age.

Today (Kiyobi), just celebrating the royal year 75, the Pope was able to demonstrate his innate temperament, the "contrition”, to speak to his ministers of a valiant summons - a summons from another realm that was also written in a dubious ancient book.

All the heavy ministers are deep followers, following the Pope from his youth. As far as their power was strong, they devoted themselves to enabling the summoning of brave men from other worlds, and prepared immense crystals of magic and wisdom to finally celebrate the day before the Pope.

"Do, what do we do now"

In a cathedral full of holiness, said to be the most sacred place, the venerable old man speaks with anticipation in front of the complex and strange magic formations painted on the floor.

A beautiful man walked out of there in a pure white costume.

"I am worshipping the Archbishop, my name is Ellaim. I (I) offer my final congratulations."

and he knelt in a sweeping motion and drowned his head deeply.

With a satisfactory nod, the Pope gives his permission, and the space filled with glistening faces is filled with the sound of a "celebration” gushing from the mouth of Ellaim.

Poetry spinning from one mouth always sticks and overlaps, sounding like a chorus and sending “power” into formation. The Summoner, whose light was overflowing, activated and showed signs of some change to those in line.

Let's get a little out of the way here and talk about the young and beautiful Archbishop, Ellaim.

He was a child of a lord of the imperial realm, a man of power who ruled temporarily, far from the empire.

As has been the case everywhere, his father and mother were brought down from the ruling class after a fierce power struggle. On the face of it, it was considered morbid and dead, but the truth was different… he was the only one left, as the common story suggests. I was lucky only there because I was reasoned that I was still young and didn't have to take my precious life. Suppose in the end it would be the source of the spark, and he was stuck out of his hometown by the time he was mindful.

Somewhat physically fit, as someone who serves God. It was given to the kingdom of God.

He was originally more magical and compatible with the Sacred Qi, whose beauty goes hand in hand and always remembers well above. When I looked at it, I was born, and I realized that for my age, I had taken up the archbishophood early.

Nor was it otherwise bitter to give a eulogy to God, and if he became Archbishop, his clothing and lodging would be satisfied considerably. The kingdom of God, the kingdom that preaches happiness, although there is usually a power struggle, and when I realized it, I was made to belong to a party of it, and so on, and I opened it up a little. Nothing, there was no reason for people to die, and I still saw it as a peaceful feud.

If that's how I start to get involved in one end of politics, I can see the hassle I've never had to look at.

There may have been a little bit of coming from outside…

How long can I see in his eyes, the truth about the Reich (Dedudria)?

In the nest of the weak-headed pope who utters words of unintelligible significance and the heavy ministers who, for some reason, even worship the old man and work similar to drowning.

I even thought about how many “decent” heads there are here with a simple question extension.

And today (Kontachi).

Your poetry sounds best, and if you succeed, you will also congratulate the Pope on his remembrance, and he was chosen for his Congregational Dedication of the Summoning of the Brave. At first glance, he looked down on the “grand graffiti”, which did not even see the shards of a theoretically complex and strange, theoretical theory, feeling dry.

—— I don't think it's going to work...

That was the voice of his heart, never to be told.

And the story goes beyond dimensions and winds back into a certain world.

"Brother, I got your stuff from the desert."

From the packaging of the familiar logo engraved on one side of the box, it reminds me of a major online shop called "Sahara”, which my brother loves, and a woman does not hesitate to open the door of the room.

Immediately.

"The reason you can't go to your daughter-in-law is because of your immorality toward your brother."

And, apparently, my brother, who was immersed in some sort of task, has turned a jittery eye.

"... even your brother is single. How long have you been a wizard?

"Gu!"

"Besides, can I say that now? I have a hostage in my hand... no, I have a substance.

I don't care if I expose you here!

With an unsuitable high laugh in the plain Japanese-style room, she tells her brother off, and his brother roars deeply, "Guuuuuuu," falling over his kotatsu and lying down.

There's one cottage in the octatami room, a computer desk and a bookshelf, and a bunch of loaded pramos are his full hobby. Some of the shelves have figures of the girls from the series, and the contents can be immediately imagined without having to reveal the contents of the "desert”.

This is my big brother, but he doesn't have a bad face. He's a skinny, well, very normal old man, somewhat of a euphemism that seems to be everywhere. It is also child-faced and difficult to see year-to-year. It adds points, but there were no encounters.

That applies to my sister as it is, to this woman as well.

We curse each other with our mouths, but in our hearts, comrades!! They are two people who call each other, full of brotherly and sisterly love.

It would be a rare category in the world for them to roll into their parents' homes and get along in the first place after their real mother has gone into the other world. And even if something unfortunate happens in a relationship, well, if you go home, you have a brother (sister) ---, and the personality of your birth that you can clean up... maybe it was a factor enough to affect “dating” etc... but that was a peaceful brother and sister that you had no reason to know about.

"Oh, yeah. Can I have your pot today?

"That's novel, sister. Midsummer pot is... chest dancing ze "

"It tastes like tomatoes and it's seasonal. The last one is cheese risotto!

"I swore I'd drop“ Hinako ”by dinner! Go! My sister!! We're going to buy out the best pot of equipment!!

I rode Nori's good brother and said, "Roger that! Governor!!".

Then she laughed "haha," looking back at the original hallway.

And take a step, on one foot that fell out.

"Ahhh!!??

That made the maiden scream sound all over the room.

"What the fuck!?

In the cocktail, my brother looked back only half his body.

Look at the emergence of a black hole in a mediocre Japanese room.

"Just help me! Brother...!!

Hear my sister's voice.

"Damn, I'm busy with my sister!! You are about to summon another world, the reverse harlot“ with "!!?

Screaming out unintelligible.

"Fuck yeah!! But I can't help it! For your happiness!!... I'll take care of the rest! I'll do all your search applications and missing deliveries!! d (>_...)"

and.

"So live happily ever after!

Hear the blessing from afar.

She disappears dragged across the darkness.

Finally back here ---.

"... dazzling"

and.

The summoning team, which emitted a bright light at first, subsided.

The voice of a fine woman was lodged, and the liver of those who lived side by side was plucked out.

After an inch, he was pierced through his body by the muscles of a one-sided, colorful light pouring down from the cathedral ceiling.

That day, she was out of her mind, Camisole + Minisca's, her brains in a space full of guys with almost zero percent femininity.

- What is it? This scary bunch!!!

and issued a directive to harden myself for the sake of earnestness.

There, in a very quiet voice.

"Excuse me, sir."

And there was noise.

"May I ask your name?

and.

Keep your hips low and look at the unlikely colored hair that comes softly reaching out.

—— No way, no way, this is going to match what your brother was saying...?

I thought so and she hardened up.

"My name is Ellaim"

And if the beauty boys tell me.

"Ma... it's Mizu Mamiya... I am a company employee…"

and. He introduced himself as prompted.