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

Alcresian Empire Capital. A small coffee shop standing secluded at the edge of the boulevard.

There are only counter seats and two table seats, and there is only one shopkeeper and one guest in the store who cannot even be said to be spacious in flattery.

A grey trench coat man with a bumpy dark hair, a beard full of wrinkles... Osma was sitting in the counter, relaxing and drinking coffee.

"... Mm-hmm. I knew the coffee here was always good."

"Thank you...... that's okay, Uncle? Why don't you shave like a beard?

"No - haha, my uncle smells like trouble"

"... also..."

The little girl, only about 130cm standing on the counter...... the shopkeeper, a Dwarf tribe, speaks in a slightly slurred tone to Osma, a regular from his father's place.

When he hears the words, Osma relaxes and returns the words while the bat looks bad on his hair.

"No - and you've really got your arms up"

"Still no match for your father, though."

"Uh-huh. The previous owner is the previous owner, and the young lady is the good one."

"Say that, uncle. Do you really know what it tastes like?

"No, haha... you took one"

It's a disrespectful tone if it's for a normal guest, but it's always the same for a girl who's known Osma a long time.

Osma smiles bitterly while blurring and looking into a store with no guests but himself.

"... management, is it tough?

"... Well, I can't say I'm making money from lying, but it's not so much a deficit. There are regular people like your uncle."

"Oh... oh?

"Huh?"

The girl replies with a bright smile to Osma, who tells her to worry about the girl who is losing her parents early and cutting up the store with her little body.

Osma tried to put a gentle smile on the words, but she glances at the door of the entrance to see if she felt any signs shortly afterwards.

Almost simultaneously with being caught by it and the girl moving her gaze, the store door opened roughly and a few guys came into the store who seemed to have a bad pattern.

"… Also, are you…"

"Hehe, I'm here to negotiate. Hey, shopkeeper?

"No matter how many times you come, you are not willing to let go of this store! This is an important store I inherited from my father!

"That's, but hey... it's hard being a woman, isn't it? I don't know what's going to happen."

"Huh!?

Seeing a man with an inferior grin, the girl lags behind in a slightly frightened manner, but still turns her kicking strong eyes to the men.

One touch instant...... enough to describe it like that, tingly air...... what broke it was the sound of the cup falling to the ground.

"Whoa!?

"Uncle!? So, are you okay?

"Aha - I spilled it..."

"Wait! I need a towel now..."

Osma drops a cup of coffee, sees a coat made of large stains, and gives a pitiful look.

... have you been detoxified by that figure, or are you going to avoid the immediate time of sight... the man pounds his tongue lightly and then turns his back.

"Shit... I'll be back"

The man went out of the store, taking those who seemed to be his men with words like throwing up and throwing up.

While wiping the stain with the towel he received from the girl, Osma stares at its back with the usual expression.

"Nooo! Uncle, you have to be careful..."

"Haha, no - sorry. My hands slipped... Still, you've been a rough customer - do you come often?

"... yeah... he's a 'grounder' hired by the Chamber of Commerce to hear all about his bad reputation. They want this land."

"Huh. You're everywhere, you know... are you okay?

"It's okay! This is the store your father took care of, so I'm not letting go of who's here."

A girl who behaved modestly with a small body, but her shoulders were shaking small.

But Osma takes the coin out of her pocket and places it on the counter while pretending not to notice it.

"Oh well, I know it's a lot of trouble, but good luck. If you're in trouble, you rely on grown-ups, right?

"Ko, don't treat me like a child! It's okay!"

"Ha, is that right? That was an extra favor."

"... thanks - said uncle!? Wait! Isn't this gold coin!? Your luck…"

"Oh, it's the cost of the cup I broke. I don't care when I receive it..."

"No, no, and he said it's too much!?

"Well, I'll see you around."

"Oh, hey!?

Ignoring the girl's protest, Osma left the store behind, waving slowly.

Back alley completely sunset and lit by the moonlight. Closer to the example coffee shop, there was a gathering of grounder men and their men who visited the coffee shop this morning.

"... hehe, are you sure you want to do this?

"Oh, how can you spend such a long time in such a small shop?"

"So you're negotiating with your body... looking forward to it"

"What? I'm sorry, you're such a kid. You want a woman with a body? Well, do as you please. That woman is going to be 'missing', so if you want to take it back... but when you throw it away, take care of it properly, okay?

"Hehe, I know."

The man also smiles niggly as he answers his men who talk to him with a nasty grin.

Yes, they decided to rob that coffee shop with strength. The owner is one Dwarf girl, someone they can do whatever they want......

The idea is not a mistake in itself. Surely that girl doesn't have the skill to fight men's violence... yes, that girl does...

"Uh-huh. Don't your uncle really like that?

"Become!?

A voice sounding quietly in the back alley. When the men raised their gaze as they panicked, they saw a small... smoke fire ahead of them, and Osma slowly appeared.

"Uncle, it's like a hard-working kid ends up getting hit by violence... you hate the bad end of that. I knew I'd like a happy ending ~"

"So, who's Temehe?!?

"Uh-huh. Uncle, I'm going to be quite famous...... no, neither is that lady, but why doesn't anyone notice? Is it a hegemony? I knew you weren't hectic enough?

"... Shit, hey Temee et al! Get rid of that mess! If you make a scene, it's a hassle."

To Osma, who speaks in a floating manner, the man punches his tongue in frustration and skips instructions to his men.

Of course, the man wasn't willing to miss Osma. I end it more than I've been seen... it was a really... stupid choice.

"Die!"

"Here, you don't say die so effortlessly... more"

"Hey!? haha!?

One of his men waves down a curved knife toward Osma, but Osma deflects himself in a slow motion to gently avoid that blow.

Besides, that's not all. Osma's men waved down...... with their own hands on the sword gripping hand, spinning it like a crooked twist.

That's all, his men's body rotated vertically and was slapped from his back to the ground.

Techniques called aichi in Japan in different worlds. Its flowing blow, using the power of its opponents, was something that even felt beautiful.

Osma punches his back hard and glances at the boring man's men, spitting cigarette smoke out of his mouth.

"... shouldn't we? Uncle, he's pretty strong..."

"Damn! What the fuck! Let's get this over with!

"Ooh, let's hear about the elderly..."

With the fury of the man, several of his men turn to Osma simultaneously. A curved knife that swings simultaneously from right and left, Osma picks that knife with her fingers and gently draws it in.

Then he gently drops his knife and takes consciousness at the neck muscles of the two men who have collapsed and become front-loaded, and continues to play and flush with his palms the belly of the approaching blade.

Osma smiled slightly at his mouth as he laid back and watched one looming man's men after another.

If anyone sees it, it's too reckless a sight. A dozen men's men are precise...... then nothing can be done.

"Hih..."

"My uncle is so sweet to see this, isn't he? Don't worry, I won't kill you."

The man stares at Osma with a frightened look as he sees a dozen men laying on the ground losing their minds.

Osma remained with a gentle smile, but those grey eyes emitted a deep and sharp sense of intimidation.

"But yeah. Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to do me one favor."

"Oh... are you there?

"Yeah. No, it's not a big deal. You want to talk to your uncle about something in" Who asked you to do this ". So, huh? Can you show me around?

"... ahhhhhh..."

A dim alley just moonlight, it's an overwhelming strongman in front of a man... choices, etc., that weren't available to a man.

Coffee shop with morning sunshine slipping through the window. That counter seat had the look of Osma, as usual.

"... or uncle?

"Yeah?"

"Why do you keep your coat full of wrinkles when you've made it new!?

"Oh, haha... no, I wonder if it was bad that I was throwing it all together..."

"Oh, you're still not sloppy."

"Haha, that's tough"

While enjoying a relaxing and calm conversation, Osma takes out the cigarette and lights it.

The girl, who looked at the situation in awe, opened her mouth with a look like she remembered.

"Speaking of which, uncle. He told me to give him our store before. It's a chamber of commerce... He dismantled everything because he found evidence of fraud or something. The grounder who came to us because of you stopped coming."

"Really? Well, if you're doing something dark behind you, that's what's gonna happen one day."

"Yeah, I'm relieved"

"Yeah, yeah, good for you. I knew luck would be on my side for a hardworking kid."

"Why are you stroking your head?!? Don't treat me like a child!! I'm 20 years old!

"Haha, from my uncle's point of view, I'm just a kid...... coffee, change of mind"

"Ha ha..."

Osma looks at the girl who swells her cheeks adorably like a squirrel and goes to make coffee, with a gentle smile on her face.

Osma says nothing. Neither the upside down of the grounders' men, nor the 'negotiations' with the Chamber of Commerce that followed...... are ungrateful and do not speak of their merits.

Because…….

"Yes, it's a coffee change"

"Thanks. Yeah, I knew the coffee here was delicious"

"Hehe, naturally. Because I brew it with all my heart...... so! Don't stroke your head!!

Because the taste of this, the same coffee as always, is the reward more than anything for him......