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

I was already happy and embarrassed and my spirit exhausted by the hard work of coming to visit Mr. Isis' house and coming at me early.

Worry about me like that, Mr. Isis told me a little early but I think I should go to bed.

Certainly not mentally as it is...... mainly I remain thrilled with Mr. Isis and I may not even be able to talk to Locke once I have settled down.

I decided to let Isis sweeten my suggestion and move to the room where Isis is supposed to guide me and rent it.

The room Mr. Isis prepared for me was... crisp to say, ruinous and huge.

In the middle of a room as big as I think it is, there is a cot with glitter and luxurious decorations, and they bought it for me on purpose.

I'm kind of sorry to have you have all this extravagant betting, but when I asked Mr. Isis if he needed a lot of money...

"... if there's anything else I need... I'll get it"

"... Oh, no, it's okay"

Mr. Isis smiled calmly and took out white gold coins like mountains, so he instantly shook his neck to the side.

What the hell amount!? Mr. Isis, a doomed rich man? Yes, no, they do build castles like this, and rumors say they can pick very rare gems from around here, so maybe they're making money from it.

Whatever it was, I was going to sleep in that luxurious cot, and when I thanked Isis and then fell asleep in the futon of the fluff... it seemed like I was accumulating fatigue without realizing it myself, and my consciousness sank all at once as if it were sinking.

I wonder how long he slept, slowly opening his eyes feeling some comfortable warmth.

Trying to wake up slowly in a dim room with only a slight magic fixture light... feeling grabbed by something and stiff.

... it's your fault, isn't it? I have a really bad feeling about this... No way, right?

Feeling my heart squeal loudly softly, I slipped away the futon I was slowly wearing...

"... mmm..."

There was Isis, who grabbed my sleeping roll chest small and slept so it would stick perfectly to me.

I don't know when he had dived into my futon, but Mr. Isis was asleep with a gentle sleep, and his face was buried in my chest, and he felt his exhalation tickle his skin and his body temperature get higher all at once.

Besides, that's not all... Isis dressed up as... be a baby doll...

The light blue baby doll matches Mr. Isis' delicate and pitiful atmosphere and is cute as a fairy, above all a little clear about the thin fabric.

"... very..."

Seeing that he was too fancy and defenseless, the back of his throat rang loudly.

To hear the expression that even a hateful opponent is only cute to sleep with, sleeping with is indefensible and adorable.

If that's not the person you hate, but rather if you become an amazing pretty girl with even normal, adorable, close to favorable emotions, that destructive power is unimaginable.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is an angel who is in front of me right now, his head is hot as a fever, and he cannot calmly turn his mind.

Still, my voice leaks out of Mr. Isis's mouth, sleeping like a chase, against me desperately trying to remain rational.

"... mmm... kite..."

Sweet, melting voices strike me as if I had been hit in the head with a blunt instrument.

Hey, hey, hey, even if you touch it...

Hit your own hand as hard as you can with that thought.

Wait, wait, wait! What are you thinking, you big idiot!!

As a man, I can't believe how much people are favoring me here to touch a sleeping woman without permission...... no, you're the worst act as a human being! Chill your head!!

I can desperately connect reason that seemed to disappear and pull my hand in.

Honestly what Isis looks like right now is a real spit... but you can't betray Isis for trusting me.

How long have you been watching me!? Call me back for a futon!!

In confusing thoughts, when I managed to put the futon on again... just at that time, I saw something slightly glowing in Mr. Isis' face.

"... alone... ya..."

……

I don't know what kind of dream you're having.

It's just that for this person... the fear of solitude must have been something that came around a long time ago.

Seeing the tears floating in Mr. Isis's face, I felt the emotions that had always been vague in me take a definite form.

I don't want Mr. Isis to look sad. Always, I want you to smile.

Mr. Isis has power close to the apex in this world, but it's never invincible or hurtful... which is why I want to protect that heart.

I felt so strongly that I wanted to protect you from the feeling of loneliness that still takes root in this person's heart.

Slowly put your hands close to Mr. Isis' face and carefully wipe those tears.

Then Mr. Isis reacts to my behavior and slowly opens his ruby-like red eyes.

"... mmm... kite?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?

"... it's okay... good morning... kite"

"Good Morning"

I smile back at Isis, who smiles like he's relieved to see my face.

"Mr. Isis, what shall we do when we wake up?

"... Huh?

"I heard there are plenty of books, and I'd like to see them. And there are places where gems can be mined, right? If you like, will you take me?

"... kite"

"We're still here for at least two days... so let's have a drink. Let's do a lot of things together. Look at all kinds of things! Right?"

"... ugh!?!?

You felt the thoughts put into my words, Mr. Isis looks at me with tears in his eyes.

Shizuku with a happy expression, distinctly different from the tears he had shed while sleeping earlier... When the sole dropped into the futon, Mr. Isis jumped at me to be bounced.

"Ah, Mr. Isis!?

"... Kite... I like it"

"Huh!?

The word has been said many times before, but not this time... the voice, thoughts, has shaken the depths of my heart hard.

"... much more than when we first met... much more... much more... like"

"... Mr. Isis"

"... more than anyone in the world... more than anything... I love Kite"

……

My heart sways greatly at the words I am told.

If we get this far already, I'll realize how stupid I am.

Well, I'm... I'm starting to like Mr. Isis.

Gentle and strong, still somewhere sweet and adorable...... such a pure favor directed by Isis.

I'm not happy... there's no way.

But at the same time, it makes me very sad.

I like Isis... I don't need to be asked if I like him or not.

But still, the biggest thing that exists in my mind... is Cro.

So I... I have to tell him that. Remaining ambiguous is rude to Mr. Isis.

"... Mr. Isis. I..."

"... I know"

"Huh?"

"... the ChromeEina thing... is my favorite... right?

"... what, so..."

"... I get it... I love it... because it's about kite... I get it"

……

That's what I said and smiled. I saw Mr. Isis' face, and it broke my heart.

"... I... also like Kite about ChromeEina... I love her... so"

"Huh!?!?

It's hard... I can't help it, it's hard.

But one day I had to tell you... I like both Cro and Isis, what a convenient story is more than not working. I guess I'll have to come through sometime...

"... so... I'm... 'what number' but... okay?

"... to?

Oh, that? Wait, something unexpected came back!?

Wait a minute!? Let me just think for 10 seconds!!

I tried to convey my feelings to Isis's confession... but Isis seemed to be a prospect and affirmed my feelings.

And afterwards, declare yourself whatever you want... as if you don't know what that means.

"... yes, no, but, uh... well, you're being dishonest..."

"... Huh?... Why?

"... Yes?

Oh, that? This is really weird.

Something Isis's reaction isn't like he can't give up or something...... he looks very honest and questionable.

Yes, what the hell is going on? Could it be... different assumptions?

"Uh, Mr. Isis. Can I ask you one thing?

"... yeah"

"Normally, men marry only one woman, right?

"... why?

"Hey, why... isn't that normal?

"... Huh?... Normally... guys... it makes a difference... but more or less with '4-5 women'... you're getting married?

"... what?

"... alone but married... some people... but very... rare"

"Yeah!?

Huh? Usually men marry 4-5 women? What do you mean, polygamy?

"Yeah, well, isn't that just nobility or something?

"... regardless of status... everyone... many people... about 20... are married"

"... seriously?

"... yeah"

Well, Cheng Cheng... that's why he seemed so strange, and even though he knew he liked Cro, he affirmed it.

Dear Mother, Father - I realized that I was beginning to feel important about Mr. Isis, but my thoughts on Cro were bigger, I drank tears and tried to tell Mr. Isis that... Hi, I'm talking about Mr. Isis, this other world seems - polygamous.