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

Finish eating the delicious lunch that Isis made for me in a stunning spot called over Mr. Magnawell's head.

No, I thought there was a good amount in it's appearance... but it was delicious and I ate it all. I also think I ate a little too much.

"... kite... yes... tea"

"Thank you. What, green tea? Wasn't Mr. Isis the Tea Party?

"... yeah... but I heard you liked kite... and tea from different worlds... studied"

"... Mr. Isis"

Mr. Isis is too angelic, dazzling.

The green tea you brewed seems to creep into your body after a meal, which is really delicious.

As I sighed ho for tea, I heard Mr. Magnawell from my feet.

"It's Kate, what do you say? Are you enjoying the festival?

"Huh? Yeah, a lot of surprises, but I kind of enjoy it."

"Well, that's a good thing... Hmm, well, let's do a 'waste'"

"... Yes? Huh? Hey!?

The moment Mr. Magnawell tells me so, he stares right in front of me and "About 100 White Gold Coins" appear.

I thought you needed something to enjoy the festival. What, don't hesitate. I can't use coins, so I'm having trouble disposing of them. '

"... Ah, uh... yes... thank you..."

"Uhm. And there was a confection that the distributors said was delicious... I don't know what it tasted like in the size of a eagle, let's do that too"

"Oh, thank you...... but you're okay now, aren't you?

... Somehow, it feels amazing that Mr. Magnawell's "Grandpa I met a long time ago".

But if I let it go, it was going to give me something one after the other, so I'm going to thank you slightly more forcefully and tell him it's okay now.

Uh-huh. I really get a lot from Mr. Magnawell every time I see him. I mean, I'm totally treating him like a grandson.

We had a little chat with Mr. Magnawell as it was, and when the story came to a paragraph, Mr. Isis stared at this one with the kind of eyes he would expect.

"... Kite... Promise"

"Ugh... Yikes, are you ready?

"... yeah... if it's here... nobody else... is there?

"Oh, I see."

What is the promise that Isis made to his mouth... a favor that Isis made to his mouth when he gave up his pet house at the auction earlier.

I slowly knocked my body down on the seat in a way that Mr. Isis pushed me to look at this one with a happy smile.

"And excuse me"

"... yeah"

When I put in a word no and then lowered my head, it conveyed the feel of a nice touch cloth and a soft feeling.

Yes, Mr. Isis' request was' I want to have a knee pillow '. Can I thank you for this? I feel more rewarded than grateful, but Mr. Isis seems very satisfied.

I also feel the knee pillow feels different in a half-pants-style clo and a Gothic-style dress, Isis.

The touch of the dress, which would be made of fine fabric, is wonderful and feels like you are sleeping on a luxury pillow.

And Mr. Isis' hands, low in temperature, were gently placed on my flying in, and I felt the soothing sensation.

"... but why a knee pillow?

"... ChromeEina said... that she was doing well... so... I wanted to try too"

"I see..."

I don't need it. I think the information is spreading. Sure, Cro has...... that, knee pillow all the time. I mean, lately when we were alone... I think it's pretty sweet.

I don't know what to do. It's disgraceful... Yes, no, it's me. I've also thought about it a little bit about whether it's pity to sweeten Clo, a young looking girl as a man - or something like that.

But look, Cro is so much older than me, so it's not weird that I'm sweet being younger... and besides, I'm not the only one who's unilaterally sweet, and Cro's have been sweeter a lot lately, so it should be reciprocal.

In the first place, Cro's gentle embrace is just too powerful... no, first of all, who the hell am I making excuses to?

"... kite?

"Oh, no, nothing!? Well, so, how was it, actually?

"... yeah... this... like... kite's face... good look... happy"

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Let me tell you something from this side. It's alle, Mr. Isis... that smile is against the rules. If I could smile like that, I'd be pretty thrilled.

I'd like to get off my hot face, but Mr. Isis' hand is on my forehead, and I can feel it shaking it off.

When that happens, I just have to stare at each other with Isis coming at me with a full smile... after all, this, I'm so nervous.

"... hey... kite?

"Huh? Oh, yes. What is it?

"... kiss... can I?

"Ha!? Huh? Yes, no, that's..."

"... No?

"Yes, no, not at all."

"... Kite... hey, I like it"

Having heard my words of acknowledgement, Isis smiled more than he had before, but his face came closer... and his lips overlapped.

"Ho ho, not a friendly thing."

Dear Sir, Mother, Father - The act of knee pillows seems to me to have a different embarrassment than a mixed bath or something. Somehow, it's like I'm keeping myself with someone... Yeah, uh... Mr. Isis' lips, more than usual - I think they were sweet.