I Was Caught up in a Hero Summoning, but That World Is at Peace

Once upon a time a monster was born in the world, so much so that it was definitely called ancient. No, the expression suddenly appeared rather than saying he was born is more correct.

The monster was born with too much power, but on the other hand had nothing else. The black-smoke-like appearance with no fixed figure, empty contents - a monster who is not exaggerating when he says that the word nothingness has taken shape with only force as it is, first began to look for it.

First he searched the world for his figure, then his meaning, one by one, as if he were going through the darkness by hand.

Or maybe it was something I could call a moving disaster. The monster touched many things in the world, saw many places, and when did he come to think of it this way?

The world is full of impurities.

It's not simple, it's complicated, it's irresistible, it's wide and deep enough to shudder. Little by little its impurities also remained on the body, which was empty of monsters as they traveled the world, accumulating.

And how many years would have passed? The monster, who took so long to go around the world that he was distracted, kept storing impurities, saw the world again from where he was born.

This world is full of impurities. It's not pure, it's not rational, it's uncertain and brittle. Always a vain change, a being as if it were one life.

That's why this world is so beautiful and loving.

Silver white hair shakes in the wind and golden eyes reflect the world. The mind, which has gained many impurities and has become a definite form, appears with a gentle smile.

And the monster, who might have destroyed the world together, starts walking again. I gained my appearance (and my head) to create meaning (when) - defining my testimony (na) as a collection of impurities (chromium) (eina) - and started carving new strides.

The story that bears its name - the story of "The One Who Was a Monster" - began where he reached out to a young child who was very similar to his former self.

"Let's go together!

……

Embracing the toddler, he gave the name 'ein' as the name of the beginning, and the demonic clan Kromeeina was born into this world in the true sense.

There is a whole high-ranking demon clan called Kromeina. A demon tribe with enormous power, indifferent to wealth and power, with no grasp like the word freedom walking in clothes.

"Oh, that looks delicious - I'll have one."

"Maido!

Chromeeina, who bought skewer at an outdoor shop, a bustling city near New Year's Eve, looks at the bustling streets while eating it looking delicious.

Cromueina often shows up in cities everywhere for sightseeing and eating walks. Although it is a rare hobby as a single high-ranking demon tribe that defines its own territory, moves its subordinates and families, and often does not walk much on its own, Kromeeina liked to relate to the world in this way.

Chromeeina, who does not have a fixed original figure, sometimes involves the magic of information concealment so that she does not make noise under a well-known name due to her mood at that time, and people in Yuku do not realize that the girl walking one-handed skewering is a famous demon tribe.

However, for those of you who know ChromeEina, if you see her walking in her favorite appearance, the girl, you can immediately see that she is in a good mood.

The demon clan Kromeina can be described as a stranger in many ways.

He is a high-ranking demon, but does not have a subordination, and does not discriminate against or look down on other races such as people or divine tribes, and speaks freely to street owners who can be described as civilians.

That is only because she loves this world and those who live there wholeheartedly, no matter the difference. That's why I liked walking relaxed through the city and looking at a world that shifted little by little.

Preferences and preferences exist for her as well. My favorite appearance is that of the current girl, and I sometimes look like a warcraft when I'm rarely in a bad mood. I like sweet things, especially sized ones that can be eaten while walking.

Speaking of others, I can say that I basically like people of any character, but I don't like people who do acts that hurt or hurt someone.

Yes, she likes so much, and vice versa, she dislikes so little. Among just such a wide range of likes, there is one special preference for her.

"... oh?

Chromeaina's legs stop as she strolled relaxed through the city with a smile on her face. What I saw at the end of my gaze was a larger fountain and the figure of a young man standing in front of it.

Hair with thin tea in black, and a face that is not ugly because of its special aesthetic shape, slightly skinny shape, but not as unhealthy, and an average height of around 170cm. For better or worse, he was the person to whom the word mediocre applied, but Kromeeina groaned as she stared at the young man.

"... a chick..."

The look of whining was like a child who found his favorite toy, as well as a mother who sees my dear child.

- Chicks. Chromeaina sometimes describes others that way. But that was by no means ridiculous, but rather for her the expression was a word used in a good way.

The eyes of a young man looking around somewhere anxiously, the emotional subtlety behind it...... it was the same as' himself who once had nothing 'and could be said to be her favorite.

That's why Chromeaina advances her legs toward the youth without a little stray. While removing the magic of perception inhibition that is exerted on young people and preventing them from having an effect on their own magic of information concealment…

"What's wrong? Sounds like you're in some kind of trouble?

I called out to the youth with a full smile so that I could sincerely enjoy meeting 'someone very similar to my old self', which I had not found in a long time.

The young man who sleeps on his lap - Kromeeina smiles gently as he strokes the head of the happy man with heartfelt love.

Innocent, dear chick who doesn't know anything yet, her favorite being more than anything right now.

"Little by little, it changes..."

Gentle whining words.

She is empty and still likes chicks who want something in that heart...... she wants wings and wants to fly in the sky but doesn't know how to get it and is looking for it by hand more than anything else.

"Kite... I wonder what beautiful wings you'll show me one day when your feathers will grow and fly up in the sky? I won't be looking forward to it now."

To her, a chick is a being with 'endless possibilities'. Ask for something with an empty heart, whenever you can find it and turn it into a wing, winging it into the sky.

She likes to see it up close more than anything.

If you move your gaze gently, there will be many "those who were once chicks" there.

A high-ranking demon who got the name of the beginning and wanted me to stay beside myself longer than anyone else.

Rich with a lot of knowledge and active in a wide range of fields.

A fairy who leaves a place she is accustomed to, loves nature and flies around innocently.

An orga that folds and laughs audaciously in the days called heterogeneity.

A man who got the answers he sought and turned into a demon tribe.

We all get wings that are so beautiful in shape that we can't wait to fly around the sky: a world that goes on indefinitely.

There is a united, high-ranking Demon clan called Kromeeina - a stranger with mighty power and deep and warm kindness who continues to love a changing world full of impurities and certainly vain.

She looked to the loving world today, as if to bless the people who live there, to thank her for the impurities that continue to fill her self born of nothingness - with a smile full of charity.