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

Day 17 of the Moon of Light. Lilia told me that this moon of light was originally named 'moon of the earth'.

It felt like the moon of the earth in the middle of the year and the moon of heaven at the end of the year, but by honoring the achievements of the first brave men, they changed their old names from the moon of the earth to the moon of light.

First, Mr. Noyne would undoubtedly have been stuffy. I can tell you that it's embarrassing for a throwing thing to have your name on the calendar.

Why do you remember that now, because I am now on my way to the marginal land of Mr. Noyne, the first brave man?

"... Kite... are you okay?... tired... no?

"It's okay. It's a beautiful day, and it feels good."

"... yeah... glad it was sunny... even if it was raining... 'cloud wiped out'... but... sunny... glad"

"Oh yeah, right!?

In the case of sassy rainy weather, it is Mr. Isis who walks with his hand in hand with me to tell him that the clouds were fine.

Yes, as I suggested to Mr. Lilywood yesterday, I was going out with Mr. Isis today.

I was also thinking about the possibility that they would say I was ready for the Brave Men's Festival and say no...... when I sent Hummingbird I got a reply saying "go" in 2 seconds.

And now the two of us are relaxing on the plateau a little further from the Wang capital.

The purpose of this one is to collect memories previously promised to Mr. Isis… to actually go to the occasion where he appeared in the book and bring back memorabilia.

Looks like Isis was picking up a variety of rare items, but this was my first time, so I decided to pick up something that was relatively easy to get. Well, the quick story feels like a picnic.

The object was a flower in a book with the adventures of the first brave men, close in nature to the light tree we previously saw on a barbecue with Cro, a "nightflower" that glows at night.

They say these flowers are well swarmed on the sunny plateau and it seems easy to find them.

"... Kite... today... I've made lunch... later... together... shall we eat?

"Oh, I'm so excited about that. Thank you."

"... hehe... yeah... you're welcome"

Today Isis, wearing a white based design and a Gothic dress full of pretenses, smiles happily at my words.

I walk away with a relaxing chat, albeit in a hurry, soothed by that adorable smile.

"Speaking of which, it sounds like a lot of trouble preparing for the Six Kings Festival, aren't you tired?

"... yeah... it's ok... i'm... not good at making stuff... cause i'm annoying the lilywoods...... but... i'll work a lot... so kite can have fun too...... good luck"

"Hey I see...... but good luck! I'm here for you!

"... yeah!

That one, I know exactly how Mr. Lilywood feels now. This healthy feeling...... I can't complain.

I know what Mr. Isis is trying so hard to do is pass it on so painfully already, and I'm happy to be involved in events like this.

I wish Mr. Lilywood the best in my heart… I gave up convincing Mr. Isis to go away.

"... hehe..."

"Sounds like fun, Mr. Isis?

"... yeah... dating kite... fun... conversation... sight... nothing... all... all... happy"

"... Mr. Isis"

Oh, no more! I wonder why this guy is so cute! If they laugh at me like that happily, I want to hold them reflexively.

Or, yeah. I'm not your girlfriend, and that's about it, right? Safe, right? Yeah, it's safe... let's hug.

"... ah"

……

"... kite?

"Oh, excuse me. With…"

"... yeah... glad"

If you hug him hard, he's going to break, and he'll softly deliver Mr. Isis' body to his arms.

Mr. Isis doesn't particularly resist, but rather smiles at me happily reddening his cheeks.

Happy to be nothing. Indeed, Mr. Isis is right.

Each and every trivial trick of Mr. Isis is irresistibly loving.

I can't wait to see how you softly put your hand on my hugging hand, and how you really put your head on my chest.

"... Mr. Isis"

"... kite"

Keep staring at your beautiful red eyes and calling your name, Mr. Isis calls my name and closes his eyes.

As natural as that is, our lips touch each other and convey the thought and love that we are happy with each other.

It goes without saying that we stopped every time after this we did something similar and the progress was significantly delayed.

While scissoring his lunch break on the way, he stopped for every occasion, so he arrived at the nightflower flock considerably later than planned.

The colorful flowers spread on one side of the perimeter… it looked like a carpet of flowers where I sat holding Isis' shoulder.

"... when you look at it at noon, it feels like normal flowers"

"... yeah... but... when it gets dark... wow... beautiful"

"I see...... what do you want to do? Just a few hours until the sun goes down..."

"... if Kite doesn't... don't like it... for a while... I want to do this"

"Yeah, sure. Happy to."

Mr. Isis's voice whispers sweetly as he puts his head over mine. Sitting in line like this in this place surrounded by flowers, I feel like a really good vibe.

Mr. Isis feels the same way, laying his own hands on my hands like he's wasting his time, wrapping his fingers around each other and every body.

The scent of flowers tickling through your nostrils, and if you lower your gaze slightly, Mr. Isis' beautiful noodles can be seen from the gap in your dress, which is oddly exciting.

But the thrill, too, is never like being uncomfortable, and what it is, it feels like paralyzing warmth gushing up from the back of your chest.

As it was, me and Mr. Isis stuck together for a moment without leaving until the flowers around them glowed fantastically with the night's visit.

And with remnants, I collected Nightflower... and left my memories of the day in shape.

For the record, "... the memories I made with Kate... so... delightful," said Isis, so adorable, I admire the fact that he came home slower than I imagined as a result of hugging him again and kissing him deeply.

Dear Mother, Father - I knew Mr. Isis was so cute, loving, and when I think of someone like this as my own lover, I realize I'm really happy. Feeling such warm thoughts, today, I left my happy memories in form with Mr. Isis.