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

Happy embarrassment...... even after a lunch where happiness is like being trampled by embarrassment, my date by the sea with Mr. Shiro continues.

"... yes, okay, Mr. Shiro. Softly... softly!

"Yes."

"Really, be gentle like having cookies..."

"Okay."

I tell Mr. Shiro, who has created the Beach Volleyball, many times I'm afraid.

I was the one who suggested Beach Volleyball when they told me to play at sea after dinner... but now I regret it very much.

"Please! I'm really dead, aren't I?

"I'll bring you back to life even if you die, so you'll be fine."

"It's not okay, is it!?

Because Shiro is the most powerful person in the world.

If they hit me without adding or subtracting, my body won't hold it... no, instead of holding it, I'll definitely erase it.

The ball is going to disappear more first, but I think the wind pressure will probably make this area even more ground.

'Cause from earlier on, Mr. Kronoa's more than proof that he's looking at this one in a harrowed manner.

Obviously, my life is in danger for me, so I think he's trying to help me if I have to... but Shiro, I desperately make a petition because he thinks even Mr. Kronore might not be able to do it.

"Okay. Be sure to hit with the strength you can give back to the Happy Man… instead, let's compete"

"Competition, is it?

"Yeah, just like Hayato used to be the Phantom King... losing is better listening to one thing the winning opponent says. How about that?

"... okay. It's good."

What is it? I wonder why Mr. Shiro has bothered to suggest that?

... I have a bad feeling. Specifically, Mr. Shiro wants me to do something.

Besides, I can't lose something that I would normally refuse...

By the way, with no court, I asked him how he would judge a win or loss, and if he dropped the ball, he would lose.

I mean, even if I make a misshot and the ball flies in the direction of the day after tomorrow, if Mr. Shiro can't give it back, he loses... I can say it's a favorable condition for the hitting side.

Mr. Shiro moves slowly, hits the ball, and as declared, the ball flies into the mountains at a speed that I can handle enough.

I'll hit the ball straight back in the receiver's position... but yeah, there's no way you can give it back to me beautifully with only gym classes, and the ball deviates considerably from Mr. Shiro.

but......

"... what? Huh? Hey!?

Mr. Shiro disappeared and appeared at the drop point of the ball. I've easily returned the ball.

Huh? Wait, you use instant travel or something? No, cheat!?

And not to mention the wins and losses that followed, I lost miserably to Mr. Shiro's opponent, who instantly moves and hits back the ball that flew in any direction.

I mean, I had to listen to one thing Shiro said, but Shiro said, "Later," and he said, "Let's play the next game... Something's bothering me...

"... Hey, Mr. Shiro?

"What is it?

"... how come the watermelon split 'breaks the ocean'?

"Come on?"

Lovely leaning neck Mr. Shiro, but as exemplified by example, the sight in front of you is due to this natural goddess.

I was going to split watermelon, and when Shiro waved the stick... everything in sight with the watermelon was cut in two.

And beside Mr. Shiro, who tilts his neck, Mr. Kronoa, who has his head with a burnt-out look...... Mr. Kronoa's spirit is already worn out.

"Here comes a tsunami or something..."

"Shall I put it back?

"Make sure you do."

"Okay."

When Mr. Shiro waves his finger, the sea that was broken returns to normal as if nothing had happened.

Oh, he's no different, he's a doomsday...

"... Mr. Shiro, this is crazy"

"Really?

"... Yeah, 'cause this isn't a sand castle or anything like that, it's a real castle made of sand."

"Was it a little big?

"Not a little. Look, Mr. Kronor, your eyes are already dead, who do you think it is?"

"Come on?"

……

Now in front of me is a giant castle made of sand.

The size and appearance that I'm likely to believe even if they really say royal castle...... of course Mr. Shiro made it.

It's not a sand game level, is it?

I have a look on my soul that almost came out because Mr. Kronore is already mentally cornered.

"... Miyama... please... I'll do anything... I need your help"

"Ku, Mr. Chronoa"

"If you want to take it off, take it off... and advise Master Shalovanal..."

"You don't have to do that, so please get it back from me."

Mr. Chronoa feels full already, holding my hand weakly and asking for help with his vain eyes.

Mr. Kronoa, you mean really hard... so pathetic.

As we plunged into the evening and the sizzling light began to illuminate the coast, me and Mr. Shiro sat on a plastic sheet and looked out at the sea brilliantly.

"It was a good time"

"That was really good"

Mr. Kronoa... passed out around where Mr. Shiro created the sinking ship and said he wanted to do a treasure hunt, and now it looks like Ein is hugging him at the house of the sea.

By the way, Ein doesn't show up all the time... because when he does, Shiro will turn him into a swimsuit.

Mr. Shiro was truly doomed and the time went by quickly... but if he asked if it wasn't fun, it would have been fun.

I should have stayed swinging all the time, but I'm not complaining about it.

I think that's probably because Mr. Shiro... seemed like a real pleasure.

Mr. Shiro was as faceless as ever, but the corner of his mouth had been slightly raised all along, and most importantly, he was cracking the ocean, building castles, and behaving in a disastrous manner...... I think he was probably becoming Mr. Shiro and couldn't add or subtract.

I guess Mr. Shiro, who is originally the God of Creation, doesn't get to play like this. I think that's why I enjoyed being Mr. Shiro so much.

I was with Mr. Shiro, who seemed like such a fun guy... I knew it was fun.

"... fast man"

"Huh? Ah, yes"

"The promise of battle, remember?

"Yeah, you heard one thing."

"Yes, I'll use that now"

"... hey, what should I do?

As he thinks, Mr. Shiro tells him in an unchallenged voice and listens back with anxiety.

Come on, let me use it here... Yes, what the hell can I make you do? I don't think it's such a terrible thing for a boulder, but I have a rather bad feeling about it.

In front of me feeling anxious, Mr. Shiro removes the paleo that was wrapped around his waist and exposes his beautiful raw legs.

Mr. Shiro taps lightly on his knees as he realizes his gaze will be concentrated unexpectedly.

"Let me do the knee pillow"

"... what? Yeah!?

"I saw Clo do it, and I wanted to do it again."

"Yes, no, but..."

Knee pillows!? Yes, no, but in the present situation it is very unsavory.

So, because Mr. Shiro is a swimsuit!? Being knee-pillowed in this state means sleeping on your raw feet, right? I can't, it seemed to boil even at lunch, but it...

"You're gonna listen to one thing, aren't you?

"Ugh..."

I did make that promise, and I gave it to you.

Now it's nothing but dishonesty to say no...... or do we have to decide to be prepared?

"... ok"

"Yes. Okay, go ahead"

"... thank you..."

Seeing Shiro's foot as beautiful as a pearl, he accidentally drinks his saliva, and I shake my head desperately to calm down before slowly falling asleep on Mr. Shiro's lap.

Surprisingly soft, then definitely elastic knee...... I felt Shiro's temperature on his cheek and realized that his face was so red that the hot air seemed to come out.

This one is softer and warmer than I imagined... it feels so good to say it's extremely enjoyable.

If I distract you at all, I feel so fascinated that I'm going to be unable to get up, but still desperately trying to connect the threads of reason... Mr. Shiro quietly opens his mouth.

"You are... really different."

"... Huh? What is it?

"Look at my power, I won't be afraid or kneeling"

"... uh, was that disrespectful?

"No, I'm happier with that. But I wonder... aren't you afraid of me?

……

It was the same unchallenged voice, but it felt like there was a definite emotion caged in there.

I don't know what Mr. Shiro has thought and asked me that. My sensory magic doesn't work for Mr. Shiro, and I can't read emotions.

Why am I not afraid of Mr. Shiro... Indeed, Mr. Shiro is the most powerful man in this world, and he is almost as powerful as he can be said to be, a true God.

Fear and reverence may be the normal reaction...... but uh-huh.

"I don't know if I can answer that well... maybe because, uh, Mr. Shiro is' not perfect '?

"… please continue"

"Yes. Uh, if Mr. Shiro had been an all-aware, all-encompassing, all-encompassing, no-good existence, he might have feared. But Mr. Shiro may be all-powerful, but he's not all-knowing, is he?

"Yes."

"So, you say, maybe, like, Mr. Shiro? I don't think I'm scared because I can feel that personality."

……

As a matter of fact, I don't know why.

I also think I was scared when I first met him, but now Mr. Shiro is natural and cheesy... and then he thinks he's a very attractive woman, he is.

At least I don't feel scared, and I'm sure I won't ever feel that way again.

Mr. Shiro is silent on my words like that, and after a little while he opens his mouth again.

"... Sure, I'm not all-knowing. On the contrary, I don't even know who I am."

"... Huh?

"I feel no difference in the creatures, plants, or earth of the world that I have created myself… It just seems worth the same...... Am I, being ruthless? Do you not... love this world?

……

As always, there is no discouragement in my voice, and my expression has not changed.

But that word seems lonely somewhere... I couldn't ignore it.

"I... I think rather the other way around"

"The other way around?

"Yes, Mr. Shiro probably loves this world more than anyone else"

"... Huh?

Was it any surprise what I said, Mr. Shiro has now returned a clear caged voice of emotion? For the first time a discouragement was appearing in my voice.

I stay asleep, move my face, and mouth my thoughts as I look into Mr. Shiro's golden beautiful eyes.

"Mr. Shiro truly loves this world he has made. Everything that exists in this world, if you follow the original, you will reach Mr. Shiro. Isn't that why you don't want to make a difference to what's out there? The creatures, the plants, the earth are all equally loving... see them equally without being superior or inferior there, and rarely try to get involved in the world... because I don't like the difference in value by putting my hands on them"

……

"So, is it? I'm a different person..." I wasn't born in the world that Mr. Shiro created, "and I'm just the right person for Mr. Shiro to be involved with."

……

Hearing my words, which may even be taken as disrespectful, Mr. Shiro quietly silences.

My golden eyes capture me and I feel like time is slowly flowing...

"... you are... really, really interesting"

"Huh!?

That's what Mr. Shiro smiled at.

Usually the expression never changed first, and the smile seemed beautiful, brilliant and star-like, dazzling and honorable as if it had condensed the beauty of the whole world.

Mr. Shiro, with a gentle smile on his face, put his hand on my cheek, slowly lifted my head... and hugged it to his chest. Hey!? Yeah yeah!?

"Shiro!? Hey, what!?

Mr. Shiro's face buries in his busty chest, conveying a feeling as soft and warm as heaven with his breathlessness.

"Really... did I love the world... you really don't know who I am. It's the first time you've ever noticed me."

"Oh well, that's good!? Here, what is this situation!?

"Thank you."

"Thank you!? Hey, hey, I don't know what you're talking about!?

I am in a situation where my knee pillow is not a chest pillow, but my head is already white and I can't think about anything.

However, Mr. Shiro's chest is soft, giving him a mellow, sweet feel along with a pleasant scent that tickles his nostrils.

"But he seems happy, doesn't he?

"Please don't read your mind in a weird place!?

Well, if you're happy or not, I'm glad you decided!?

Naturally, I'm a man too. There's no way I'm not happy about a situation where I'm burying my face in the valley of the chest of an extinct beauty like Mr. Shiro... because it really blows all my reason!?

"... thank you. Fast man. But for one thing, let me make a correction."

"... to? So, correction?

Listening to what Mr. Shiro had said in a calm voice and raising his gaze slightly...... Shiro's face with a beautiful smile approached and a soft feeling touched my forehead.

"I'm not trying to get involved because you're from another world… I feel like I want to get involved because I think of you as" loving. "

"Heh? Oh, uh, the... Huh!?

Too gentle, with a warm voice as if to feel the temperature in the sound...... my head over the limit of tolerance finally shortened and my consciousness sank.

And just before I let go of consciousness, I felt Mr. Shiro hugging me hard.

Dear Sir, Mother, Father - Mr. Shiro is natural, sometimes disastrous, and I just feel swept away when we are together. But still, I think I enjoy spending time with this guy, and most importantly, Mr. Shiro is - I think he's a very attractive goddess.