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

Day 14 of the tree month. Even in this world, Valentines are widely pervasive.

On Valentine's Day, I was visiting Isis' castle on the earth of death.

If the boulders are going to call me on this day, I can imagine what it is I need to do, and when I blame them, I'm kind of hoping.

"... kite... there you are... call me... sorry"

"No, I'm sorry to bother you"

I greet Mr. Isis lightly, who greeted me with a gentle smile, and enter the castle.

Is it because I'm aware that it's Valentine's Day, or I feel strangely nervous?

And what guided me was Isis's room... No, well, this castle is Isis's castle, so all the rooms are Isis's, but it's not, and it's the room Isis usually uses.

Inside is a bookshelf lined with only my favorite books and some ornaments… and on the desk, Orgol, which I gave him, seems to be an important decoration.

Upon entering the room, Mr. Isis takes out a spatially magical, cutely packaged wrap and offers it in such a way as to be frightened.

"... Valentine... for my favorite kite... with all my heart... made"

"Thank you. Isis, I'm so, so glad."

"... ah... yeah"

Mr. Isis' chocolate, who gave it to me with anxiety as to whether or not I would accept it, made me feel twitchy and warm in my chest when I received it.

Of course it's impossible for heaven and earth to pull back on me not to receive the chocolate that Isis made for me... but Isis still gives me the nervous look that the atmosphere of Valentine makes me do that, and that was already irregularly adorable.

Something tells me it's been quite a while since we dated, but Mr. Isis' cuteness is still rising, so it's somehow awesome.

Especially when I received the chocolate, I couldn't help but notice the flattering and happy face.

And this chocolate is also very poignant personally.

I can't say wrapping is perfect, but that's why it feels so handmade... I can't help but be glad that Isis worked so hard to make it for me.

"... Mr. Isis, can I just open it?

"... yeah"

"Now if you'll excuse me..."

I put a word of no in Mr. Isis, then carefully opened the wrapper to avoid breaking it, and opened the smaller box...... it contained six chocolates in different colors, shaped like hearts.

Normal chocolate, white chocolate, strawberry chocolate, marble patterned chocolate...... orange is it orange or mango? And the last one is......

"... blue, chocolate?

"... uh, yeah... it's called Planet Fruit... of Fruit... Chocolate"

"Heh, you have that"

"... yeah... because it's my favorite color... weird...?

The last one is a strong, bright blue...... cobalt blue chocolate, a color I hadn't seen much in the world I was in, but like strawberry chocolate, it looks like chocolate mixed with fruit.

I've heard that blue is a color that reduces my appetite... but I'm glad Mr. Isis mixed his favorite color with the chocolate he gives me, and I'd rather eat it soon.

"... Me too, you like blue colors"

"... yes... is it?

"Yes, because, you see... somehow, I feel like Mr. Isis' color"

"... kite... haha... glad"

Isis has white hair color and red eye color... If that's all there is, there is no image of blue, but it floats around a light and blue light, or she prefers blue lineage clothing, so when it comes to Isis, there is an image like blue.

That's why I'm what, too? Is it because it's the image color of my dear lover? I really like blue.

While Mr. Isis soothes me with a happy smile, I first carry it from that blue chocolate to my mouth.

A little sour but never assertive, it has a passion-fruity taste. It goes well with the tongue of the chocolate cream inside, with a refreshing aftertaste.

"... amazing, delicious. Isis is also good at making sweets."

"... to kite... delicious chocolate... wanted to eat... lots... practiced... did"

……

This guy is really already, I don't know, a jerk...... he's too cute anyway.

You call me the type to do all you can, because you turn your very pure and warm favors to me at all costs, so I won't be happy.

Such a gentle grip on Mr. Isis' hand, staring into his beautiful red eyes.

"Mr. Isis..."

"... kite"

Once we call each other names, Mr. Isis closes his eyes gently.

It's as if you'd accept everything about me, even such a trick. Lovely... I held the sweet blue in front of me as I saw the snow-dyed white that looked slightly through the window... I exchanged my mouths.