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

Chris Deere Alcrecia, current emperor of the Alcrecian Empire. The path she has taken to this day has never been flat.

A horny demon was suddenly greeted to the side room one day by the previous Emperor Alcrecia. Too beautiful looking, masculine knowing tricks, cunning brains. The succubus, who had combined them in a very high dimension, instantly captivated the men in the palace and increased their speaking power.

It is that succubus who, according to the way he sees it, suddenly appears and even sees that he has taken over the centre of the country...... Chris' mother.

Chris, who was young and intelligent, hated his own mother, the succubus... Parenting was left to servants, never coming to see Locke, only to play with men... Instead of numerous men, not even women returned their affection to anyone while captivating them, and their mother, who treated them like slaves, could not help but wander off.

Fortunately, there was no such thing as a squandering habit, nor was there any interest in the politics of the country, a succubus who would never tilt the Alcresian Empire, but whose appearance of living as desire had made Chris's heart feel averse.

Most of all, now that I think about it... maybe the root of that emotion was loneliness. I really wanted you to come see my mother. I wanted you to love me...... but my mother doesn't even come to see herself.

To delude such loneliness, Chris began to hate his mother. Because I hate my mother, 'It's normal not to look at each other'... I kept making excuses to myself.

Yes, if you ask me, Chris didn't know how to sweeten him to his mother. I was too clumsy about my own mother.

"... you are the most unusual person in the world. I inherit half the blood of beings like you, but it's my stain that I can't erase for life."

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So, I guess...... 16, she told that to her mother she had long seen, when she was old enough to call herself an adult. While I think so, my mother, who is not even interested in herself, will receive this word without any emotion...

But that word, which should have let go with even a separate will, is hanging up, and she's going to suffer.

"... yeah, right. Maybe you're right."

"Huh!?

Chris' verbal mother affirmed her words with a face that seemed to cry out now. That's why Chris was so upset.

Not for the look on the mother's face. To 'myself regretting that I have hurt my mother'......

I hated my mother. I hate it...... should have been...... But then days later, my mother's face didn't get me out of my head then.

Not knowing his emotions, Chris, who continued to suffer, began to travel everywhere in the name of spreading the sight and hearing to escape his mother.

And on that road I got to know CromEina, the Pluto, and spent a few years at CromEina's house... finally Chris was able to accept that he hadn't finished hating his mother.

Settling on his emotions, Chris conveyed his deep gratitude to Kromeina and her family before returning to the Alcresian Empire.

And for the first time in years, no... for the first time since she was born, she exchanged words confronting her mother from the front.

"I need to ask you something"

"... what?

"For you, what am I? Are you in the way of being born by chance? Or is it garbage that isn't even worth your interest? I want to hear what you mean."

"... I... I did..."

"Huh?"

"When I am! That's what I said!! You didn't say a word about that, like it's out of the way or garbage!!

"Eh... then why! You didn't come to see me! Did you just ignore me when I talked to you! I don't know you!

That was my first parent-child fight. For better or worse, they resembled each other...... it was the first moment my clumsy mother and son spoke for real.

"I don't know! I don't know what to do... I don't know how to love you..."

"Mother... go..."

"It was on a whim that I gave birth to you. I really don't know what a child is to that extent... but look at you who were born... pure, white... so cute that I couldn't help but be scared..."

"Scared?

"... As you said, I am a horny devil who feeds others. I have always lived only for my own desires, a miserable being. You know, when I touched you with my... dirty hands... you were so white and beautiful that I didn't know how to deal with you."

Yes, Chris' mother... for Lillim, the most powerful succubus, love was a sacrifice made by others who bewitched themselves, not a gift to someone else.

I never directed love or anything else at me. That's why she couldn't help but feel cute about my child...... I didn't know how to pour love on Chris.

"Mother, tell me the truth. Why did you leave my care to the servants?

"... I've never raised a child before... because I thought it would be better for you if someone with proper experience did it..."

"Why didn't you ever come to see me?

"... I went there... every day... I went to see how it went without missing a day... but I didn't see him. I didn't know what to do when I saw him..."

"Why didn't you answer me when I spoke?

"... I was scared... because I thought you hated me... I didn't know what to look like and talk to you..."

"You love me... are you giving me that?

"... I love you. I don't know what to do... but I can't help but love you."

Hearing the clumsy mother's untrue heart, the dark mist that had finally accumulated in Chris's heart for many years cleared. The clumsy parent and child, who kept making mistakes, were finally starting to return to their original form.

Of course, a relationship that has been broken for many years will not be repaired soon. But little by little, steadily they were about to walk over each other.

It's a good time to say late at night, Chris, who was working in the clerk's office, stops at the sound of a knock. And before Chris responded, the door opened and Lillim, dressed in a nightdress, showed up.

"Until this late, well, I can't believe I'm working... that's a tough one. Damn, I don't get it, I wish I could let someone under the chores do that."

Chris smiled all the time when he saw Lillim say words that could also be taken as evil if he went in. Oh, he says his mother is still a clumsy opponent...

Yes, unlike before, Chris today is properly aware of the clumsy kindness of his mother, Lillim.

Worried about the empire, which began to see a gentle decline, when she began to move to take the throne of emperor...... she snuck her hands around from behind and helped me.

Since reconciling, he has refrained from flashy man play and has instead become somewhat of a mentor to diplomacy, familiarity, etc.

I still am. I can read from Lillim's eyes that he is worried about Chris, back to back with the words he tells. I guess he worried about Chris working late at night and came by to see how he was doing.

"... that's unusual. My mother is coming to this room."

"There's nothing to do when you come. Well, be as good as Chris is. Unlike me, you have half human blood in you, so sleep deprivation is bad for your skin."

"Yes."

Unlike when he was a kid, Chris didn't... hate his mother right now. I'm not clumsy, and that compassion is hard to understand.

But because I understand clearly that you love yourself......

When Chris was thinking about it, Lillim took the packaged box out of nowhere and put it on Chris' desk unwrought.

"... What's this?

"Ah - it's an excess given to me by a boring man. Because I don't want it, I'll give it to you. It's getting cold lately, and you only have weaker flesh than I do, so wear it."

"... thank you"

"Well, I'm going now... my hair hurts a little. I'll show you how to take care of it next time."

"Yes... good night, Mother"

"... good night"

I just did my job, and Lillim left the office.

And Chris, after staring for a little while at the door where Lillim had left, opened the box that was largely given to him... and smiled fun-filled.

"... at all, I'd like you to lie a little bit more if you're going to"

It was a slightly snoring red yarn muffler that was inside the box that was given to me.

"Even if there is no way to give such an obvious' hand-knitted muffler made by an amateur 'to her royal mother..."

Chris quickly figured out who knitted the muffler. And since I wrapped that around my neck...... I thought of my own mother, who looked so unfit to be sewing, and I grinned deeply again.