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

It seems that Mr. Isis has really read a lot of books, and the topic about the book was very exciting.

Mainly in the form of me asking allekore questions and saying that Mr. Isis answers them, but Mr. Isis looks like he really enjoys them and answers them politely one by one.

History books, adventure books, etc. do not exist on Earth in this world, of course, but the most interesting thing was that there are books like fantasy novels.

Because there is a valiant summons in this world, it is also close to the other world. In other words, many writers in this world imagine and write novels about our world and other worlds.

In a world of otherworldly metamorphosis, it is also inside to say that we will turn to a novel of otherworldly metamorphoses...

"The more you ask, the more interesting this world book sounds. I'd like to read more books, too."

"... well then... next time... various books... I'll bring"

"Really? I'm so excited about that."

Speaking out that Mr. Isis would lend me a book, and having become more and more interested in books in this world in my earlier stories, I return the word with a slight eating sensation.

I stayed with the book for a while and continued to chat, relaxing with a little chilled tea where the topic came to a paragraph - and I noticed that.

A slightly glowing object - a tear - appeared in Mr. Isis's eyes staring at me, and it transmitted a grain of cheek and fell to the table.

"Ah, Mr. Isis!? What's wrong, sir?

"... ah... sorry... so much fun... so... long time no see"

……

When he speaks out worried that something is going on, Mr. Isis returns his words like whining in a small voice.

The one word I returned seemed to contain thoughts that I could not easily describe in words, and I even hesitated to respond honestly.

Silence flowed for a little while... Mr. Isis started talking about himself with a bump.

Mr. Isis said that since his birth, he had lived in his body the magic of mighty death... he had always been abhorred by many creatures.

In the beginning, he couldn't handle the magic of his death well, and it seems that the magic of his death hunted for life around him just because Mr. Isis had negative feelings.

Neither organisms nor plants can fight the magic of Isis' death for most of the life that exists in this world, and by then Isis was rightly like a natural disaster, walking with death scattered.

There will be no such thing as someone who has no negative feelings in everyday life. I get irritated by trivial conversations, I don't get along, I feel alone and lonely...

No matter how much Mr. Isis wished to engage with others, the organism was frightened if she came close, and died.

After such a long day, little by little, Isis was able to control the magic of death... but in the end, he couldn't completely erase it.

However, in those days, the present Six Kings… are comparable or powerful enough to Mr. Isis. He also showed up who exchanges words with her, and he was really happy then.

But the presence of the Six Kings… It was the presence of the same kind of power as hers that ironically drove Mr. Isis further.

The Six Kings, whom she felt were similar to herself, each time the moon progressed, increased her family and her subordination, gradually becoming the central presence of the demonic world, and furthermore, with the signing of a treaty of friendship in the three worlds, the Six Kings began to gather not only demonic but also human and divine tribes... and only Mr. Isis was left behind.

The other Six Kings had a friendly relationship with the weak and powerful people, even though Mr. Isis could only interact with himself.

Mr. Isis couldn't help but envy it. I couldn't help but see the other six kings interacting with the people.

Even in conversations with the other Six Kings, whom I should have enjoyed before, every time I heard her talk in the world, I heard so much lonely emotion boiling up in her heart that she was spilling tears all by herself over and over again.

For Mr. Isis like that, he said I was his first human friend, and he couldn't help but be happy about it.

After listening to Mr. Isis, I get up off the couch and move to Mr. Isis's side.

And I touched that little hand, slightly trembling, as gentle and enveloping as I could.

"... kite?

"To be honest, it's a hard feeling that Isis has felt for thousands of years... and I can't understand all of it. I can't really tell you how Isis feels."

……

"Not to mention how cool it is for me to do something about that loneliness... unfortunately I can't tell you, and I don't think I can actually do it"

It's unfortunate in a way, and fortunate in a way, but I think I'm clear and normal.

If you can't accomplish anything beyond your height, the only thing I can do for you is shiver Isis... I'm like me, and I think I'm just going straight to her.

"The only reason I can talk to Mr. Isis normally is because sensitive magic has a slightly unusual power... which can sometimes be called coincidence. But I'm sure this is one edge too...... come visit me whenever you miss me. There's not much I can do, but anytime."

"... eh"

"Rest assured. I won't reject you because I'm scared of you. That's all I can promise you."

"... ugh!?!?

I don't know if I was able to convey it, but I think I managed to convey my thoughts.

I was able to overcome Mr. Isis' magic of death due to the power that I was able to gain by accident in a certain sense, but this power is also my own.

If you don't have sensitive magic, it's nonsense to think about it, so let me make the most of it for Mr. Isis.

Mr. Isis took my word for it, lay down on his face and shook his body slightly, jumping at me like he was a little bounced.

"Ah, Mr. Isis!?

A slightly lower body temperature and a soft body touch it, and the hair smells like flowers.

"...... kite...... like...... love it"

……

I was suddenly surprised to get hugged, but I buried my face in my chest, and I saw Mr. Isis shaking my shoulder, and I couldn't say anything more.

Mr. Isis is a Six Kings with mighty powers beyond people's knowledge and the strongest corner of this world...... but he is not an invincible being that will never hurt.

To that proof, Mr. Isis hugs me to tears. The trembling shoulder looked terribly small and was so weak that it seemed to collapse just by touching it.

I gently embraced Isis' body, which kept crying to overflow the grief that had accumulated for thousands of years, to touch the delicate snowwork.

Dear Mother, Father - I don't feel like cleaning up Mr. Isis in such simple terms, and I think there's only a few things I can do for Mr. Isis. But about now - can I put a little cool on it?