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

The land of death in the northern part of the demonic world. A land closed to ice with almost no creatures present… On one iceberg was the figure of Isis, the king of death.

……

Isis looks like he's closing his eyes and concentrating, and the blue magic light flashes around his body. If it is a coarse organism, Isis just quietly concentrates, entangling such powerful magic that he dies just close by.

Since when? For the first time in so long that such a question came to mind, Isis was doing 'workouts'. The fierce magic of death overflowing from your body, holding it back from spreading.

It was not easy, however Isis, to hold back the magic of death, which is simple in itself but cannot be completely controlled over tens of thousands of years.

Isis was feeling tired, albeit very rarely, as he distorted his expression from time to time with his eyes closed, while making the magic that surrounded him more and more powerful.

"... I miss it... I used to... this way"

For every potpourri and overflowing one is a nostalgia for the past. Yes, Isis used to make an effort to control the magic of death in this way.

But the walls, which would take at least 100,000 years in Kromeeina's sight, are very strong… only when she had given up on the dreams she had once painted.

Recently, however, Isis started working out again. He began to look again for his own growth, which had stopped.

"... Kate is... working hard for me... me too... working hard"

There is a presence trying to reach out to the dream that Isis should have given up. More than anyone, and more than anything else, the loving person… the happy man who saved himself who was in solitude is trying to challenge the magic of death with a seeping effort of blood.

To have a happy wedding with Isis......

This seems similar and different, a 'new dream' for Isis...... she was also blessed by a large number of people and wanted to have a wedding with her beloved Happy Man.

We don't have enough time before we can fully control the magic of death. But you should be able to reduce the burden on the fast man trying to challenge the magic of death.

There is now a dazzling light of hope in Isis' heart. She was able to enhance herself without getting lost because that light would direct her to the future she should aspire to.

While controlling enough magic to tremble the atmosphere to darken the colour of fatigue...... still, there was a happy grin in Isis' mouth.

It's been a long time since I started my special training by Crowe. That said, the season is all around… in about a year.

Well, I specialize in 'more than 24 hours' in spaces that distort time, so it actually took longer...

Incidentally, the daily training time was greatly increased because Crowe took into account that "I'd rather extend my training time than be unscrupulous where I'm not looking". Most importantly, voluntary practice has been considerably restricted….

Either way, if I only had magic, I would have crossed the boundaries of human beings and become a high-ranking demonic class.

Even with regard to offensive magic, the size of the fireball grew rapidly from a ping-pong ball size to a 'baseball ball size'. Well, rumor has it, even freshman year at magic school can give volleyball-sized fireballs...

Right, well, my aim is only to contain the magic of death... and I can't regret not being able to use attack magic. I don't regret it...... I don't fight besides me and I don't need attack magic or anything!! I don't regret it at all!!

And, well, think about it and get up and get out to the mansion yard.

There was Mr. Isis waiting with a nervous face, and I also saw Mr. Crowe and Mr. Lilywood a little further away.

"... Thank you for waiting. Mr. Isis."

"... yeah... I'm fine"

"So, let's just... try to contain the magic of death!

"... ugh, yeah"

The moment I waited...... not only Mr. Isis, but I also softly hold Mr. Isis' hand with considerable tension in my mind.

The amount of magic also rose dramatically. I've been practicing magic control. I'm sure it'll work!

I held Mr. Hilarious Isis' hand strongly and concentrated my consciousness to control the magic of death...... so I realized there was.

... less magic leaking outside than before? The image of the giant mountain remains the same, but still the mountain seems to be getting smaller about a turn...

"... Mr. Isis? What could you possibly have done?

"... yeah... not just kite... me too... for the happiness of both of us... wanted to work hard... so... i specially trained"

"... Mr. Isis"

Well, I'm not the only one who worked hard... Isis was working hard for the same dream... I'm glad. Hey, I'm crying.

No, I'll cry later. We need to contain the magic of death first......

The magic that leaks from Mr. Isis' body is manipulated with images that cover him with my magic. Slowly, Mr. Isis embraced my magic, which spread to stain.

And at a time when my magic encapsulates Mr. Isis' magic, I turn to Mr. Crowe and Mr. Lilywood.

Then they smiled brightly and made a big circle with both hands.

"" Huh!?

Six Kings tattooed...... then there is no need to doubt it. Pressure from the magic of death is not leaking out of Mr. Isis's body right now... it's a success.

"Mr. Isis!

"Kite!"

We call each other's names as they gush up, and me and Mr. Isis hug each other hard.

"I did it! It's a success!!

"... yeah... yeah!... thank you... kite... really... thank you..."

In the eyes of Isis, who tells with a trembling voice, there were large tears, but the expression was as bright as I had ever seen it.

It's not just the two of us. Perhaps not entirely.

Still, now, indeed... I have finally overcome the magic of death that has afflicted Mr. Isis for so many years!

Bury your face in my chest and hold Mr. Isis harder as he cries happily. The joy I feel in my heart, as if I shared it all over my body......

After holding each other for a while as it is, I open my teasing mouth waiting for Mr. Isis to stop crying.

"... Mr. Isis"

"... yeah"

And then I take my body away from Mr. Isis, and I kneel one knee on the ground and then I hold Mr. Isis' hand with one hand. Remove the blue crystal flowers picked and kept for this day from the magic box and give them in the hands of the empty person.

"... sorry to keep you waiting. But at last, I was able to fulfill your dear dreams. Mr. Isis, I love you so much... please marry me"

Giving away engagement rings is not common in this world. In this world where polygamy is the norm, it is said that the most loving proposal is to give away 'two memorabilia'.

These memories are just for the two of us... and in the future, trying to make happy memories... with that wish, I give away memorabilia.

Me and Isis began with this blue crystal flower… this flower in a clear blue hue is a piece of memories that symbolizes me and Isis.

Happy memories with her that have accumulated many...... flowers that have been the beginning of it. Then I think this is most deserving of the proposal.

When Mr. Isis received the blue crystal flower that I offered him, in the hands of those who were not gripped by me, he mouthed it and then smiled so much that even the beautiful flower was sumptuous.

"... yes... with pleasure"

I've seen all kinds of faces of Isis so far. A sad face, a jolly face, an angry face, a laughing face...... I have seen so many expressions in my days with her.

But this day, at this time, the smile I saw in this place... was so beautiful that I couldn't compare it to any look I've ever seen...