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

I'm traveling to have lunch with Shea... but the trouble is, I don't play the conversation at all.

That, of course, is one of the causes of the filters that are converted to Mr. Shea's negatives, but more importantly, I guess it's because I can't measure Mr. Shea's figure.

Honestly, I haven't quite figured out who Shea is or what her personality is yet. Rather than that, Shea is very hard to read in character.

Thank you. I'm not being treated very favourably. I feel aggressive. I was wondering if you could make a plug in, or have an apology while turning away... if you're not sure.

Suddenly Shea stopped her legs as she looked at Shea's back wondering if there was any thread for the conversation, following Shea's silent walk forward a little.

"What's up?

……

Asked tilting her neck, not answering my words, Ms. Shea moves her face slightly. At the end of that gaze I bought a treat similar to ice cream in a street stall, looking like a girl with a happy smile on her face.

What's wrong with that girl? With that in mind, the girl ran right next to me and Shea with a delightful look on her face... at that moment I saw something like a glowing line in the girl's body for a moment.

"Huh!? And, Shea, that's... what the hell?

……

And at some point, a disastrously shaped sickle was held in Mr. Shea's hand.

Shea's posture now feels like she swung through the sickle no matter how she looked at it, and I look at the girl earlier in a hurry... but it didn't seem like she was particularly cut off.

Mr. Shea glances at me in panic, then turns off the sickle and walks away as if nothing had happened.

"... my sickle cuts off its troubles"

"... Huh?

"Seeds of unhappiness, if you think it's like"

"Uh, you mean that was on the girl earlier?

"... trouble is everywhere. There's a big or a small difference."

Does that mean it's like a pain in the ass? Did you make that an earlier girl?

"... it affects my body when I am forced to cut a great deal of trouble. But if it's a little trouble, there's no problem cutting it."

"... by the way, what happened when the girl just stayed that way?

"Come on? I don't see fate like a fate god. I just see the trouble... I don't know until what that's going to be, but if it's that size, well... fall and drop confectionery or something to that extent"

Mr. Shea doesn't seem to see destiny, but he also sees what he says as a precursor to misfortune, and cut that that was in the girl earlier.

If I didn't, it seems that the girl would have been hit by the little misfortune she said she would have fallen or something.

"... Then Mr. Shea helps that girl..."

"Don't get me wrong. The gods don't bless people. They don't help people."

"Huh? So, but now..."

"... I gestured barely and that kid happened to pass through there. That's just it!

"Huh? Oh, yes..."

"... Huh"

What a painful statement, but Cheng Cheng, does that mean you're like Shea... I may have misunderstood this one a little bit.

There are some tight parts to saying and doing, but a normal divine tribe would not help one person... I know now that I have seen and helped the little girl softly. I guess the roots are kind people.

Well, but maybe when I say that, Shea gets angry, so I'll just keep it in my mind.

Shea takes me to one of the restaurants, goes inside and takes a seat.

Mr. Shea is No. 5 in the divine world and is a good being to say that he is the top of the advanced gods, so I also thought it might be a noise... Apparently Mr. Shea is basically moving behind the back, and since he basically doesn't appear in public places, his face is hardly known.

So even if I normally sit in a restaurant chair like this, it doesn't make any particular noise, so they don't need cognitive inhibitory magic.

"... order whatever you want"

"Oh, yes."

Looking at the store, which feels somewhat like Ethnic style, while looking at the menu that Shea has handed over.

... Everything seems spicy? What kind of store is this? Specializing in spicy cuisine?

Apparently, the plug I got before, that spicy treat, was really Shea's favorite, and I decided to order it from a menu lined with spicy names that seemed relatively ok.

When I order dishes from the clerk who came to pick up my order, Shea and I each...

"We are free to choose the spiciness of the dish, how would you like it?

"... at 100x"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Hearing what Shea said pale, I and the clerk get stiff without thinking.

"… 100x"

"Oh, you know, I'm afraid, customers... and we also sell spiciness. I'm not saying it's impossible... Um, are you okay?

"No problem, at 100x"

"Or awed...... your customers, too, 100x?

"Yes, no, I'm normal spicy..."

To the clerk who obviously asks me how upset I am, I say good with normal spiciness. I'm not kidding with 100x spiciness or anything!? That kind of taste extinguishes.

And as the clerk lowered his head and left, Shea looked at me with a surprised look on her face for some reason and squealed.

"... you, no way... are you a sweetheart?

……

No, that's crazy. What kind of horrible judgment would a sweetheart make when he asks for normal spiciness in a restaurant that sells spicy dishes...

As it were, after a while the clerk brought in the delicious dishes of normal spiciness that I ordered and... 'boil bright red like lava' horrible dishes.

Red... just even red... can you really eat something like that?

Seeing Shea as she thinks that way, Shea takes a bite of the dish... with a slightly sinister look on her face.

Look, I knew it was hard for Shea too...

"... That's a little sweet"

……

Isn't this taste broken? Where in that dish is there an element of sweetness? Even though my mouth is about to get spicy this way just watching... and I can't believe it.

Or, after all, is there only Mr. Chronoa if he's a decent god?

I saw something horrible. With that feeling in mind, I go out of the store with Shea, who finished eating her own dish and taunted a dish that even seemed to be spicy enough to call it.

"... Thank you, Shea"

"Hmm... you can eat that sweet dish a lot?

……

Instead, Mr. Shea is the one who eats such a spicy dish well. No, seriously...

"... Anyway, now I have fulfilled my promise. Don't complain?"

"Huh? Yeah, thank you"

"Well, I'll be back."

"Yes."

That's what I'm gonna tell you. Following Shea, I'm gonna walk out to the inn, too.

Is that it? But it's the royal castle where Mr. Shea's staying, isn't it? It's the other way around... Could it be that you're sending me?

As I was going down the road thinking about that, Mr. Shea stopped again and moved her face.

At the end of the next line of sight was the sea, and I could see one vessel in the distance, whether it had even gone fishing.

"... Big Bad"

"Huh? Is that the ship?

……

"Duh, what are you going to do?

That word Shea said quietly, it's a big pain... if you simply read it, that ship would sink or something like that...

That's what I thought and asked, but Mr. Shea takes her gaze off the ship, feeling like nothing in particular.

"I don't care. Like I said, the Divine Nation doesn't help people either."

"... so, but..."

"Don't push your goodwill...... whatever you think, but the values are different from each other. Don't ask me to do what I think is right."

"Huh!? Shh, sorry."

"... Shit"

Hearing what Shea said abominably, I bow my head.

Sure, asking Shea to help that ship might be wrong.

While I thought about it and dropped my shoulder a little, I couldn't overlook what I knew, and the moment I thought of something, Shea pounded her tongue and took out the big sickle.

"... my flash will cut off the disaster..."

"Huh!?

After a quiet grunt, Ms. Shea waved the Great Sickle and a giant lacquered black slaughter that appeared shortly afterwards flew towards the ship.

The slaughter disappears to be sucked into the ship, and Mr. Shea erases the Great Sickle as if nothing had happened.

"... Mr. Shea"

"Big trouble will have an impact... well, I can adjust anything like that for as long as I mean it... you owed me for convincing Fate God. Only this time, I'll go along with that sweet idea."

"... Oh, thank you"

"... Hmm... You should all be happy on your own..."

After telling her so boringly, Ms. Shea walks off again.

As soon as I heard the words, I felt that Shea was going to help the ship, even if I didn't have to say anything extra.

"... Shea is kind, isn't she?"

"Become!? Oh, my God, you suddenly don't understand! What are you up to!!

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm sorry. I didn't plan anything, but what I thought was in my mouth..."

"Ugh... Shut up, idiot! Die!!"

"Oh, yeah..."

It was meant to be an honest compliment, but Shea wasn't used to being praised herself, or she ran away after screaming with a bright red face.

Somehow, watching him run away after... I felt the word tundelle on my mind.

Dear Sir, Mother, Father - There are still many parts of Mr. Shea that I don't quite understand. I'm not even sure if she hates me or likes me to some extent... but one thing is for sure - Shea is kind.