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

It is the feeling of the original world that the New Year is cold in winter, and the climate of this world's New Year should be nearly warm in spring, but my body today was surrounded by unusual chills.

The cause appeared in front of me without even thinking about it. I feel frozen, my soul frozen.

The heterogeneous atmospheric woman I encountered on her way home from her date with Crowe told me, "Are you a brave man?" He asked me.

I have to make a response, even though my instincts are about to complain that I shouldn't defy this other person, my body just shakes in small pieces and doesn't move properly.

"... repeat... you... brave man?

Did you care that I kept silent, the woman changes her tone to something a little stronger and repeats the same question?

Sole felt as if he was strangled with an invisible hand, coming down on me as a breathless including a sense of oppression.

"... I'm a... otherworldly man, but... not a brave man..."

"... yes"

In contrast to the words she managed to squeeze desperately out, the woman nods without showing the reactions she said this in particular.

Silence is heavy. I feel that the air may have weight.

Quickly, if you want to be free of this hellish feeling sooner, your body shivers even bigger.

As opposed to me, a woman offers her hand to ask for a handshake after a moment of silence.

"... I... Isis... Isis Remnant... Regards"

The moment I saw the hand offered, it was intense discomfort that came to a boil in my heart.

It's so big... the feeling of fear that goes far beyond the tolerance of my mind boils nauseously from the back of my stomach.

Run, run, let go, nigello... instincts scream mightily.

A white, beautiful hand looks like the Sickle of Reaper.

Don't touch the sole. Touch it and you die. Don't fight me, don't confront me, let me distract you... one alarm goes off like an early bell on my head after another.

……

Seeing how I was like that, the woman lay her eyes down slightly, and the moment she saw how it was, one emotion came to my mind.

Deep sadness and strong loneliness... too intense feelings of loneliness...

That emotion my sensory magic read. As soon as I understood it, a different thought arose in my mind than before.

I don't know the reason, no clear reason or basis. But for some reason - if I ran away here, I felt like I'd regret it for the rest of my life.

……

Nature and body moved... when I realized I was slapping myself in the face with both hands.

Unusual fears of assaulting your body have not yet disappeared. But the idea that floats is trying to be something completely different.

Switch your head! Think about it again!

What did this guy do to me? Have you done any harm or been hostile to me? No, I didn't... this guy just asked if I was a brave guy and then he introduced himself and came looking for a handshake. I didn't do anything strange.

Staring into the red eyes of a woman who also looks somewhere surprised, she reaches out to respond to a handshake...... intense discomfort strikes me again.

He eats up his teeth with so much fear and discomfort that he is dazzled, but still desperately tries to move his hands.

There's no basis, I don't know why. I don't even know how you're so desperate... but right now, here, I feel like I have to hold this guy's hand...

If I'd been in the same situation before I came to this world, I'd have definitely escaped.

But I came to this world and met Kuro... and knew that only one favor would save my heart. I could tell how happy I was to have you reach out deep into my dark heart.

So if you're telling me that I'm the only one who can reach deep down into this person's heart right now... there was no way to escape.

Cro said, my body tries to adapt naturally to hostile magic... if this unspoken fear is because of the haunting magic of the woman in front of me... don't tremble like an idiot, just adapt!

A heartfelt cry, did that make sense... as I desperately try to reach out as I eat my teeth so much that blood bleeds out of my lips... little by little, the discomfort eases.

The tremor in his hand decreases slightly, slowly reaching into the woman's offered hand like a slow motion.

How long did it take? Anyway, my outstretched hand reached the hand of a woman who had spent a long time like an idiot and kept waiting as I had been giving it away.

Hold my cold hand gently, I close my eyes for once... and open my mouth with a smile on my face.

"... I say the Miyama Express. Best wishes. Mr. Isis."

……

Having held my hand, my fear and discomfort finally disappeared and I was able to speak naturally.

Mr. Isis stares at me like that blindly, then nods and opens his tease once. Without a heart or voice, I felt as if I was trembling or relieved.

"... miyamakite... what is kite... can i call it?

"Yes."

"... Kite... 'Marry'"

I don't know what you're talking about.

Something's wrong...... when I finally thought I had introduced myself, they were asking me to marry them for some reason. It's like I don't know what that means... but the process between them is flying away?

Mr. Isis continues his words with a wholeheartedly happy grin against me like that.

"... hands... you shook me... glad... glad!... So... Marriage"

……

Is that weird? Right now, I've got a chill running on my back in a different way than I did just now... it's my fault, isn't it?

Until now, I had a cold impression, but now I'm being seen with a caged eye of heat.

Uh, what am I supposed to do with this? I need to say something... er...

"Let's start with a friend… or something, shall we?

……

If you suggest terribly to choose the words...... Isis dyes her cheeks red and smiles happily.

"... friends... friends with kite... glad"

Apparently he likes it, and Mr. Isis repeats it with his friends over and over again, as rumoured.

Yeah. That's it... you're kind of intense inside...

Have a little chat with Isis as it is, especially an unusual conversation. The surroundings were quite dark, so when I told him it was time to go home, Mr. Isis shrugged with a lonely face.

"... Kate... where... do you live?

"Uh, now I'm letting you live in the Duke of Alberto's house up ahead"

"... next time... you can go play... okay?

"Ah, yes. Of course, please come anytime. I'll talk to my landlord."

"... annoying... doesn't it?

"It's okay. Please don't hesitate. Me and Isis are friends, so you can always use it."

"... ah... yeah"

Answering Isis, who asks me what it feels like to be afraid, to come and see me at any time, Isis smiles with real pleasure.

She's usually a cute woman when you look at her like this. Really, I was just wondering what the hell I was feeling horrible about.

Mr. Isis nods happily at my words, then takes out some blue flowers from somewhere and offers them to me.

"... Um... this... I'll give you"

"Thank you. I'll take care of it."

"... yeah"

Blue petal flowers clear as ice. Receive the flower from Isis, who has never seen it before, and store it in the magic box after thanking him.

"Then it's time for me to go home. We'll talk again."

"... yeah... thanks... kite... love it"

"Oh, thank you...... see you later"

"... see you later"

I bow my head to Mr. Isis, who waves small at me this way, for some reason again struck by the strange cold, after the scene.

Dear Mother, Father - There was really a lot going on today to the end. In a way, it's probably the first time in my life that I've only worked hard on it. But then again, Isis and I became friends.

A vast corner of the demonic world. An area covered in ice that will not melt for thousands of years and is called the Land of Death.

In a room of a huge castle covered in deep ice, the girl, called the incarnation of death, had a happy look on her face.

"... kite..."

Mouth the name of the young man I met today to fall in love, dye his cheeks like a maiden in love, and death king Isis Lemnand groans to himself as he stares at a book packed like a mountain.

"... Found... Finally Found... Definitely... Kite... Kite... My 'Destiny Man'..."

Whimpering, Isis holds one book...... her favorite book dearly.

The book spells the story of a girl who falls in love with a man she meets by chance, dyes her cheeks to overlap herself on the girl, and mumbles the names of her thinkers over and over again.

The name of a young man from another world who has been feared for thousands of years and has taken my own hand in walking in solitude...

A symbol of death and a feared death king from much of this world... her head had now been filled with only one young man.