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

Shea and Hart sat in a chair with a slightly tired look in one of the Royal Castle rooms during the time when the sun set and the darkness of the night came.

"... I thought it would be almost over today, but it didn't go as far as I thought."

"I have no choice. Fate God's mood got worse from the middle of nowhere because of the fool... The Phantom King responded so it didn't move, but there's no such thing as a people who can speak to a disgruntled fate God... it's inevitable that the meeting will be prolonged"

"Hey......"

Yes, they were in parliament the same way they were yesterday, but the discussions there did not go as far as they thought.

Looking at Faith yesterday, I was even wondering if that would all come with a piece by the end of the day... but in the afternoon hours, all of a sudden Faith was in a bad mood.

The reason for this was the raid where the Happy Man was about to get involved, and although Alice was there, she didn't give a hand... if I tried to be faithful, I was frustrated by that act, which could also be taken as an attempt to take away my pleasure, and I was in a very bad mood.

Naturally, if Faith was in a bad mood, which is the highest position on the spot, the senators could not speak in a far-fetched manner, and since information came in, such as a raid aimed at the role of brave man, the scene was a mayhem... as a result, there was little discussion going on.

"But Master Miyama is having a hard time, too. Ever since I got here, it's been a disaster."

"All the disaster? You just got caught up in one raid, didn't you?

"... have you forgotten the seniors?

"What?

Hearing what Hart said with some pitiful expression, Shea listens back as she leans her neck strangely.

"Suddenly Fate brought me here with or without God, and on arrival some very evil senior won eight rounds of hostility..."

"Huh? Yes, no, I don't mean to..."

"It would have been a terrible disaster for Master Miyama, even if the seniors didn't mean it like that. Oh, pathetically he's only about 20 kids... abused by scary seniors"

"Huh? Chi, no!?

"I'm sure you'll have 'wet your pillow with tears' last night"

……

Listening to the poisonous heart-containing words that I say pale, Shea's expression gets bluer and bluer.

Shea did treat the Happy Man with almost eight hits, but Shea was originally a favorite in the first place... to be honest, I always thought she did something wrong with that.

But Shea is so lousy at her mouth, she hasn't been able to apologize or apologize successfully until now.

That's why I get more and more pale when someone tells me I hurt a happy person from someone else's mouth.

"There was a terrible goddess, wasn't there? Fate God doesn't mean Miyama has an affair... how could he blame the first person he met?

"... hey, hey... I'm going out"

"Yes, please go"

Shea is making fun of herself...... I understood you saying she was spitting poison as usual, but that doesn't mean that the act you did to the Happy Man disappears.

Standing up in a hurry, Shea whined a word and disappeared, and Hart waved loosely in the room where no one was anymore.

After a bumpy day, I was relaxing in the inn room.

Then suddenly the door was knocked and I wondered if Mr. Faith had come in the same way he did yesterday, only reaching out and opening the door while avoiding his body from the front of the door... for two days in a row on a boulder, I don't want to eat a dovetail headbat.

"... is that it? Mr. Shea?"

……

But it wasn't Mr. Faith who was outside the door that I expected... it was Mr. Shea.

Shea, who only removed the hood part of the robe and represented her white hair, opened the door without entering the room and was silent.

Hang on, this guy's really stubborn. He's not trying to look me in the eye... what is it? Is that even a parent's vendetta at forty-five degrees diagonally below it?

Hi. Looks like you still have a low liking for me from Shea. Well, we barely talked about it, and I don't know what else to do.

"Mr. Shea? What's wrong, sir?

"... this"

"Yeah?"

For now, I can't go on like this, so I spoke to her, and Shea took out five beautifully packaged boxes from nowhere and gave them to me.

It looks like a pastry to me, but what's this? What do you want me to do with this? I don't know... I really have no idea what this guy is up to than to say what he's thinking.

"... I couldn't eat out of it, so I'll give it to you"

"Huh? Yes, no, but... no matter how you look at this, it's brand new..."

"Surplus!

"Ah, yes, I copy!? You're leftover. Thank you!

Is that funny? I'm getting sweets right now, right? Why are you yelling at me?

In front of me confused, Shea slowly opens her mouth after repeatedly turning her gaze away from me with a flicker.

"Ha, if it's not enough, just one, make a demand"

"Demand?

What am I gonna do? I really don't know what Mr. Shea is talking about.

"I don't think I'm bad at all, though! Because I am a generous God! As a reward for getting my eight wins, I will only hear one demand for you!!

"... Huh? Oh, yes."

Uh, I mean... is this... is that it? Are you saying you're apologizing to me right now, Mr. Shea?

... I know, it's hard!? In short, when I hear one request for an apology that hit eight, that's what I'm saying... Uh-huh. He's really the type I've never been around before. I don't know how to reply.

"So now, make a demand!

"Yeah, yeah... well, then, I don't mind apologizing or anything... so, then, uh... yeah! Please treat me to a meal next time."

"Become!? Rude!"

"To? Huh?

"To, to, at the human minute, wah, it's disrespectful to 'date' me. Ahhh!?

... No, you haven't said a word about that, have you?

"Well, that's not what I meant...... I'm sorry. Then you don't have to apologize, do you?

"Ugh..."

"Huh?"

"... I mean... I wouldn't tolerate it otherwise... that's what I'm trying to say... despicable..."

……

What's going on in this guy's head? Is everything I said automated in a negative direction? Why are you acting like I'm blackmailing you? Hey, why?

With me flashing down her ass, Mr. Shea leans down, turning up bright red after shaking her pull and shoulder.

"Fine! You can do whatever you want!! I'll do anything on a date!!

"... what?

"I'll follow the schedule! Wash your neck and wait!!

"Huh? Hey... Ma - Enough said!?

And I told him to roll it up and he left.

I'm really not sure about Shea... Huh? Or a date decision?

... How did this happen?

After staring for a while into the hallway where no one was, I sighed loudly and then went back inside the room.

And feeling indescribably tired, I turn my eyes to the box of sweets I have in my hands.

I'm tired and I want something sweet... I got a corner, and you should eat it, right?

Thinking that way, when you open one of the sweet wraps appropriately, a bright red assortment of sweets appears from inside.

Is it strawberry flavored? No, maybe he's decorating the look in apple style. Anyway, it looks pretty tasty, and take a sip first...

"Huh!? Ha, ha... or spicy!?"

Picking and eating one red treat...... the fierce spiciness spread all over my mouth after a little chewing.

What is this!? Spicy!? No, it hurts already!! Looks like your mouth is seared with fire!?

It's like throwing chili all over your mouth, it's pure spiciness with nothing, and unpleasant sweat erupts from all over your body.

I grabbed the water in a panic and drank it without even transferring it to a glass.

"Ha-ha-ha."

Drinking lots of water still leaves me spicy... how much spicy material is used this?

I mean, why would Mr. Shea give me a treat like this murder weapon?... Harassment? No, or maybe... you've given me this doomed, spicy treat because you really think it's delicious?

Dear Mother, Father - Shea is the type of person who hasn't been around me before, I'm not sure how to handle it, and I even mounted a weird promise. As such, the sweets Shea gave me were - as spicy as blowing a fire.