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

Two colored flashes of light run around the vast corner of the demonic world, and a roar blasts all around.

Though the roots of the trees rose to heaven thousands like spears from the earth, the wind of extreme cold blowing down from heaven froze it.

"... ugh!?

"Ku......"

Two shadows confront each other in the heart of the trembling atmosphere, a runoff of magic blowing like a storm.

"... Lilywood... stay out of my way"

'... I'm not going to let you go to the world. Isis. "

Neither of the two beings facing each other is so unknown in the demonic realm.

The battle between the Dead King Isis Lemnand and the Realm King Lilywood Yugdrasil… The battle between the two called the Six Kings is so awesome that it can rightly be called a natural disaster, and the surroundings have already borne fruit with the wilderness as far as we can see.

It began about 30 minutes ago... when Lilywood tried to stop Isis from moving toward the gates that would lead him to the world, and he turned into a battle for results.

"... it doesn't matter to Lilywood..."

'I have a relationship! Now the demon world and the human world have just finally been able to make a friendship pact, and it's very unstable. You can't just put a crack in the trust you've finally built.'

"... so... why... stop me..."

'... you want me to say it? To me... I don't want to do this if I can do it with you. But in this situation, your presence is too dangerous.'

"... why..."

"The magic of your wrapped death can only be the object of fear for an organism..."

"... no"

'Stop turning away! You and I both know that you are only the object of fear for the people.

"... ugh!?!?

I guess I really didn't want to say such a blame. Lilywood has a bitter, bitter look, but ruthlessly tells the facts, and Isis, who hears it, opens his eyes and stiffens.

A moment of silence comes… but it is soon broken by the magic of the swollen Isis.

"... no... no!!

……

Sobbing voices, echoing passions, the magic of Isis explodes, forming a formidable magic formation over the sky with the air trembling.

Clearly unlike earlier, Lilywood makes a magical formation of the same magnitude appear on the ground in a calm fashion, even as he sees extreme magic with the intention of killing to the point of harshness.

Extreme magic by the Six Kings… It's enough to turn dozens of kilometers around into ashes, and rather than intercept, Lilywood aims to offset with magic of the same magnitude to protect the land of the magic world.

But before Isis' threat to descend from heaven is released, the black and black magic formations appear overlapping in the blue and white magic formations that were unfolding over the sky, and the magic formations disappear with the sound of the glass smashing.

"... ugh!?

"This is..."

Between the two who are surprised by the sight, Kromeeina emerges with an unusual coat on the black wing.

"Did you make it?

'Yeah, that was helpful, Chromeaina. On the boulder. On my own, there was also a limit to reducing the damage to the perimeter......'

Lilywood exhales in a ho and says thank you to CromEina for her appearance, and Isis eats away his teeth giddy as opposed to it.

"... and ChromeEina... in the way... do you?

"No, not out of the way or anything... Isis, I know how you feel... at least wait till the world stabilizes a little more?

……

Hearing CromEina's words, Isis bites his lips when he says he's still not convinced, but he didn't try to push through like he did when he was confronting the whole Lilywood thing earlier.

If it was just Lilywood, it would still be possible to break through if ChromeEina had been added, because it was equal to zero.

Isis, after a moment of silence, grabs his fist and quietly leaves the spot with a slight tremor in his body.

He even looks like he's crying somewhere. Chromeaina sighs heavily as he then sees him.

"... that's rough. Isis."

'You can also say you can't do it. A treaty of friendship has been made with the human world, with the divine world, and she knows it, but still... you must have thought that if you were human, if you were divine, you might accept yourself.'

"Isis, you're lonely. Especially lately, we've been too busy to talk to each other..."

Both Chromeeina and Lilywood have some sad looks as they think about Isis leaving.

Two years after the Treaty of Friendship was signed, due to the peace of the three worlds that began to join hands, both Chromeaina and Lilywood had recently come and gone with the world of demons, but Isis has not visited the world of humanity or the divine world since the Treaty of Friendship.

I should rightly say that I am stopped even if I want to visit... Isis, who wraps up the magic of death, is also an object of fear in the human world, in the divine world, and that is so much so that if we are the weak-minded, we just meet and lose our minds.

Therefore, in this situation where the world is not yet stable, she could not move around as she pleases.

"Chromeaina. Why does Isis hold the human world and the divine world so far? Are we not enough alone to distract loneliness?

"Probably, but I don't think we can heal Isis' loneliness with 'true meaning'. The reason is very simple. Because we have a lot of power."

"Because there is great power, is there?

"Yeah. Maybe this is what Isis thinks. We're dealing with Isis normally because we have enough power to fight Isis... conversely, it feels like we're not accepting Isis without it. What she wants is a being who accepts herself unconditionally... even if she doesn't have enough power to resist herself, she still takes her hand without fear. I think he's trying to relate to a weak people because he wants to exist."

"… to complete the process. But isn't that impossible? I don't think the people can face the magic of her death."

"... that's hard indeed. Even Hikari couldn't."

The presence that Isis is looking for. A being who accepts himself even if he does not have strong powers… It is good to say that there is almost no chance that it will appear.

Neither Hikari, the bravest of the people they knew, could be properly suited to Isis. The limit was to utter words desperately while shaking my body.

That alone, I can say, has a strong enough heart, but it wasn't enough for the existence that Isis wanted.

Reminds me of Isis' face, which was still about to cry out, and Chromeeina and Lilywood lay their eyes down sadly.

The earth of death, the castle of ice.

In his own dwelling, Death King Isis Lemnand had zero tears.

"... uhh... why... why..."

She was born with the magic left over from the many dead. If I say so, I can say that the concept of death is a being with an entity as it is.

Therefore, from the moment of her birth, she lived in that body the magic of death, which intimidated her surroundings independently of her will.

Whether Isis is hostile to the other person or not, the right person is afraid of death or not, it doesn't matter... my instincts as a creature reject the existence of saying she is.

She was therefore lonely.

Isis is recognized as an object of fear by the majority of the demonic world. She is the Necromancer, and the nearby races are the ones who said Wight and Rich... but even that undead species feared her.

She is named to the Six Kings by the threat that surrounds her, and is said to be one of the most dangerous of the Six Kings.

But she herself has no shards, such as her intention to scatter death indiscriminately. If you are someone who doesn't point a blade at you yourself, you even want to treat them as friendly as you can, but the magic of death that surrounds you doesn't allow it.

Those who can face each other without fear of Isis only have a presence comparable in power to hers; on the contrary, those who have no power fear her away without exception.

The fact has given her a strong sense of loneliness, and Isis has spent thousands of years with that smoky emotion.

I wish it had stayed that way. If I could just stay put, I might have been happy in a way.

Despair is... born because there is hope.

The moment the demonic world, the human world, the divine world, the three joined hands and the world spread...... Isis has dwelt in pale hope.

Not in the demonic realm... but in the human world, if in the divine realm... even if there is no power to resist the demonic power of death, I wonder if there is a being who accepts me...

The hope held returned to her in great despair.

No one accepts themselves in the true sense of the word. Nobody takes my hand from my heart, etc.

The overflowing emotions turn into tears, and the dying king growls one.

The existence she continued to seek for thousands of years... it only appeared after nearly a thousand more years...