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

Although there was a little incident along the way, me and Isis, having enjoyed the third day of the Six Kings Festival enough, had come to see the fireworks that would take place to tighten the third day.

Travel to a small high hill overlooking the fireworks, specially prepared by the organizer, Isis, and sit alongside Isis.

It looks like 'a flower' is planted on one side of this hill, and even as it was dimming, its appearance could be seen clearly.

Its flowers, with clear petals like blue crystals, were missed somewhere and felt more worthy of this occasion than any other.

"... kite... these flowers... remember?

"Yeah, I got it when I first met Mr. Isis... it's a blue crystal flower, right?

"... yeah... me and kite's... flowers of memories..."

"Sure, I guess so"

The blue crystal flowers that Isis gave me are very well decorated in my room. Mr. Isis is right, I guess because those flowers are the first memorabilia of me and Mr. Isis.

I'm not supposed to be talking about a day that far away, but I feel like a long time ago. Mr. Isis and I even feel like we've been together for years.

Since when? When you were with Mr. Isis, what made you feel calm? One trick at a time is loving and I can't wait to...

Every time I overlap my memories, her presence grows bigger and more loving. As if there's no limit...

"... I... have always... hated this world... myself"

"... Huh?

With that in mind, the words overflow as Mr. Isis whispers, and I turn my face to Mr. Isis.

"... the world... wasn't nice to me... and I just... scared other people... all the time... I hated it"

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"... I was... born for what?... why... there's such a thing as the magic of death... that you live in me... over and over... over and over... I thought"

The feeling that I hated myself was only a little understandable to me, too. I hated myself for making all the excuses that were kind to me and running away, and I couldn't even change.

But you think I'm the difference between ideal and reality? It was less than a decade ago that I suffered my own impudence.

Still, I couldn't help but suffer. I remember thinking about myself being unnecessary was painful and cold enough to freeze my heart.

Same as that, no, not because he was running away like me, but because the suffering he experienced as a natural trait would be greater.

How many years has Isis endured it? Thousands, thousands of years? It's easy if you just put it into words, but the weight of it is not understandable to me who is just a person.

"... but now... no... I... love this world I could tour with Kate... I like... I can feel Kate loving... I love it"

"... Mr. Isis"

"... to me... like Faith... I can't see destiny... but... if you have something to say destiny... I'm sure... to meet Kate... I was born"

With so many thoughts that he cannot express himself in every single word, Mr. Isis slowly spins his words.

It also sounded like a single song, and I could feel it as if it were going to penetrate the depths of my heart with a beautiful voice.

"... kite"

"Yes!

"... I love kite... more than anyone... more than anything... loving... so... not right away... one day... when kite is ready... me and... I want you to marry me"

That's the same content Mr. Isis once said when we first met. But my heart, which receives it, was filled with completely different emotions then.

At that time, the person I had just met suddenly proposed to me, and I was greatly confused... rude story, but I thought I was a little scared.

But now... I just couldn't help but be glad that the words, the favor Mr. Isis would turn to me.

That's why I open my mouth after a little silence, staring straight into Mr. Isis' eyes.

"... yet, I think it will take a little while. When I'm done getting ready to live forever in this world and say goodbye to the people I've taken care of... I'll be sure to say the words I just received as my own. So I want you to wait."

"... yeah!

"... thank you, Mr. Isis. It's really good to meet you."

"... yeah?... Is that it?... Kite... Isn't that a tribute?

"Huh? That? Shh, sorry!? One, with..."

"... yeah... I... I'm better off that way...... so... if kite is good...... with kite's vegan tone...... I want you to talk"

"Ok...... oh, no, ok. Hey, something's still a little confusing."

"... hehe"

Seeing me a little confused by the unconscious tone of vegetables, Mr. Isis smiles happily.

And just at that time, as if to bless us... a great circle of flowers bloomed in the night sky.

"... ah... fireworks"

"... Mr. Isis?

"... yeah?

"I want you to let me say it again. I like you."

"... me too... love kite"

I didn't need any more words. Under the colorful flowers that illuminate the night sky... the shadows of me and Mr. Isis overlapped.

Dear Mother, Father - When I first met you, I was confused and sympathetic. But while we were together, it turned to peace and favor. From others to friends, from friends to lovers... and from lovers to ahead, it's like piling up more memories - I took such a step towards the future.