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

I worked really hard... I worked so hard to say that I had never worked so hard in my life before and managed to overcome the biggest difficulty of my life.

I still think there's a feeling in my hand...... can I sleep tonight?

"... kite... rice... go ahead"

"Oh, thank you"

When I heard that Isis had prepared dinner for me in the bathroom, I sat alongside Isis in the large dining room again.

I mean, it's this big a table, but I didn't expect to sit next to it... I haven't even used a tenth of the table, but, well, I'd say it sounds like Mr. Isis.

All the dishes prepared by Mr. Isis seem simple and delicious, but it doesn't look like they were in a magic box...... I guess they won't stay cold?

Like answering my question like that, when a small magic formation floats in Mr. Isis' hand, the hot air suddenly rises from the soup.

"Oh, oh... suddenly there's hot air"

"... state preservation magic... I left it on"

Cheng Cheng, I use state preservation magic simultaneously by using magic boxes, but Mr. Isis seems to be able to do so easily at the level.

And as I move my gaze on the dish, Mr. Isis opens his mouth in a tense manner as he puts his hands together small in front of his waist and moves with MojiMoji.

"... if I could make it right... it would be good..."

"Huh? Did Mr. Isis make this for you?

"... Ugh, yeah... I don't usually... eat rice... but kite eats... practice... did"

"... Mr. Isis"

For Mr. Isis and some high-ranking Demons, eating and sleeping seems to be a range of hobbies rather than mandatory.

Mr. Isis usually only eats about the sweets of a tea contract, and the cooking seems to have been practiced for me.

I am so happy and illuminated at the same time to say what I say, I thank Mr. Isis again and then reach for the dish.

"I'll have it."

"... yeah"

Mr. Isis' cooking for me was something of an awkwardness to say.

It's not that it's sophisticated, it feels unfamiliar... and that's why it came to pass that Mr. Isis practiced desperately while thinking and error.

So... is it? Flavor that cannot be flattered as a first-class product, but this dish was so delicious that it warmed my heart above all.

"… very, delicious"

"... Really?... but... I... cook at all..."

"Uh, look, it's the same Mr. Isis said before."

"... Huh?

"Mr. Isis makes it for me, and Mr. Isis is here... it's so much better than usual"

"... Kai... T"

This dish is really delicious, it seems to convey Mr. Isis' sincerity, and I can heartily impress him.

Communicating the thought as it were, Mr. Isis moisturizes his eyes as if he were impressed.

He looks so cute, his heart jumps unexpectedly and rushes to eat to delude it.

"... ah... kite... wait"

"Yes?"

Mr. Isis tells me to stop eating along the way for some reason, in front of me tilting my neck... he takes the fake I put down, stabs some of the salad and offers it with one hand.

"... yes... ahhh"

"What? Huh? Hey, hey... Mr. Isis!? Suddenly what!?

"... when I eat dinner... he said I'd be happy to do this to you..."

"... who is it?

"... Chartier"

Hey, here, phantom king...... come out for a second.

What are you doing, that Yarrow! Not only are you leaping, but what weird knowledge are you planting!?

Yes, no, more than that, this is the situation now.

Mr. Isis is an honest man, so he comes 100% in good faith, fully believing in the information that the Phantom King said I would be happy.

No, of course I don't like it when people say things like this... but it's embarrassing.

It's easy to explain, but then I'm sure Mr. Isis will look sad.

I don't want Mr. Isis to have a sad face...... yes. If you put up with me being a little embarrassed, we'll talk about it!

Okay...

"... I'll have it"

"... that?... and kite... ahhh..."

"... ahhh..."

"... yes... yummy?

"Oh, it's delicious."

"... good"

I repeat... how did this happen?

In the meantime, Phantom King, I won't forgive you...... I'll definitely complain the next time I see you.

One more thing after...... there are so many dishes, no way am I going to eat all this?

"Welcome, sir."

"... yeah... ah... dessert too... there is"

"... Huh? Oh, yes. Yes, I'll take it."

I ate out the dishes that were more massive than I imagined, with all my heart I wanted Isis to be happy with, and I exhaled that it was finally over... they still have dessert.

Oh, my tummy's about to burst... but Isis made it for me. You have to eat here, you're not a man!

Mr. Isis remained smiling as happy as ever, and brought an apple pie...... some ripple pie.

"Is it a riple pie?

"... yeah... because kite said she likes..."

"Thank you"

I do like apple pie.

Apple pie was one of my mother's specialty dishes... No, my mother cooked so badly, I could only make hamburgers and apple pies decently...

Whatever the apple pie is, it tastes like a mother to me and I can say I love it...... I don't know, am I a mazacon?

"... yes... ahhh"

"... ahhh"

After all, even dessert seemed to do that, and I tried to eat the Ripple Pie that was offered to me, but I noticed that the situation was obviously different from earlier.

Earlier, he used a fork or spoon to offer it, but now Isis is grabbing the ripple pie with his hand and offering it.

Oh, calm down, it's okay... if you calculate the proper eating position and adjust the size of the mouth opening...

Eat Ripley's pie with more tension than earlier.

The sweet, soft ripple fruit is matched by a crisp pie fabric, which spreads a gentle flavor along with a pleasant toothpick each time it bites in the mouth.

... Unexpectedly, I almost cried.

The riple pie that Isis, unfamiliar with cooking, made for me tasted just like my mother's apple pie, who was a bad cook... it tasted so good that the back of her chest warmed up with Gene.

When I'm impressed with that nostalgic flavor, Mr. Isis reaches out to me like he realizes something.

"... with"

"To? Become!?

"... hahm"

Mr. Isis took a piece of pie fabric attached to my mouth with his finger and carried it to his mouth in a very natural motion.

The thought that used to remind me of that behavior also blows up at once and I feel my face get so hot.

But Mr. Isis doesn't look particularly concerned, and once again he gives it to me with his ripple pie...... wait, wait!? Something here, doesn't it?!?

'Cause just now Mr. Isis carried the pie dough on his finger into his mouth... he's putting his finger in his mouth once.

And now he's trying to feed me with his lip pie with that hand... and now he's eating one bite earlier, so it's small, and if you don't eat it in one bite, it's an unnatural size... That's, uh, an indirect kiss...

"... Oh, you know, Mr. Isis. I knew it myself..."

"... what..."

"Oh, no, it's a lie! I'll take it!"

I still nearly told him I was going to eat myself, but I immediately sank in front of the sad looking face Mr. Isis floated.

Mm, I can't! I can't tell you how to eat yourself if you look like that!?

Understanding that I can't escape, I never open my mouth and eat Ripley's pie.

Mr. Isis' soft finger or in his mouth, and his face seemed to boil at the temperature he felt slightly for a moment.

... but that's not the end of it. Because, well, there are 7 slices of Ripple Pie left...

Nico and I smiled adorably, and seeing Mr. Isis with a new slice in his hand, I was already ready to accept the shame ahead of me.

Dear Mother, Father - Mr. Isis seems to have studied cooking for me and has sifted through the hand cooking. It was delicious and I was happy with that feeling, but only this shameful play - couldn't you handle it?