My Pet Is a Holy Maiden

Calcedonia, with a full grin, then overflowed with tears in both eyes, once again embraced Tatsu.

Unexpectedly accepting a woman who calls herself Cheeko, Tatsumi falls back into bed.

A very soft body that jumped into my arms once again. Tatsumi has no choice but to deceive about how to handle that.

Not proud, Tatsumi has never held a woman in her arms before, nor has she ever been held in her arms.

Of course, she would have been held by a mother or something like that when she was a baby or her equivalent age, but such memories are not in Tatsumi anymore, so no count.

By the way, where should he put his own hand at this time - her shoulder? Or hips? ─ I was lost and creepy and stupid in the air.

Without any sign of realizing the grid of Tatsumi, Calcedonia rubs her head against Tatsumi's chest with delight.

At that time, together, the two softest arrays in her body are also pushed against Tatsumi's body, but Tatsumi dared not notice the sensation.

Calcedonia rubbing her forehead against Tatsumi's chest many times with a sleigh. Along with that, the asshole hairs in the one room that popped out of the top of her head also rocked a little.

Tatsumi, who was casually watching his asshole hair swing from left to right, evoked a certain memory.

Once healthy, Chico used to rub his head against Tatsumi's hands and cheeks in a sweet way.

Sometimes he leaned his neck and urged Tatsumi to just say "stroke, stroke". At that time, Tatsumi naturally stroked the little top of his head with his fingertips.

Such a memory was evoked, and Tatsumi stroked the top of the head of the woman holding herself with her palms. People, call it conditional reflexes.

You must have been surprised by the feel of Tatsumi's palm suddenly felt on the top of his head. Calcedonia looked up with a stiff look on her face and looked at Tatsumi.

"Your husband..."

"Ah... and I'm sorry!! Because the octopus I used to keep did a similar trick..."

Tatsumi apologizes with his mochi as he hastily pulls his hand in. No one would like it if they were suddenly touched familiarly by their heads. With that in mind, in fact, I want to touch a little more inside the feel of her soft hair felt in my palms.

But Calcedonia didn't seem angry. On the contrary, it breaks that rapport even happier.

"YES......!! YES...... YES!! YES!! YES!! Your husband used to stroke my head that way!! I, I remember!! Your husband's hand was...... fingertips at the time, but that was very warm......!!"

Squeezing its beautiful face with tears of joy, Calcedonia held Tatsumi tight.

"My lord... my lord... my lord... whoa!!"

Like every wow, that's all Calcedonia keeps repeating.

Tatsumi stares at her like that.

Naturally, that figure is too different from the woman holding him and Chico, who was an octopus.

Still, Tatsumi could not completely deny her words.

Because her atmosphere and a little trick resemble his cheeko too much.

Sometimes the moment when intuition mausoleums reason does exist. And now his intuition was telling her that there was no lie in her words.

"Are you really... really... Chico...?

"Ha!! I'm Cheeko. I was reborn as a human being in this world, but I have memories of when I was a Chico...... an Okamain Co. I was raised by your husband... and your husband watched me and took my breath away... it's your cheeko...... ugh!!"

"This, this world......? Reborn......?

Words commonly found in novels, such as "different worlds", "summons" and "reincarnation", rush vigorously through Tatsumi's head.

Meanwhile, as always, Calcedonia is pushing its soft body around Tatsumi. Besides, the surrounding area is like a dim basement, on the bed of Sang-tatsumi. Even if Tatsumi's body accidentally reacted as a man, that would be irresistible.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

A third voice echoed in the basement where there should have been only two of them, as Tatsumi was deeply troubled, as reason and instinct continued to sneeze together intensely.

"From now on, Calse or. Keep as much as you want. My son-in-law is in trouble."

It was the voice of an old man who was calm, and then made himself feel certain strength in its core.

Tatsumi turned her face towards those who spoke reflectively.

There, there was an old man.

Is his height about the same as Tatsumi's? Since Tatsumi is 168cm tall, he may be a taller old man.

He is an old man with a mild impression, accumulating a long beard of the same colour as his white hair. The age of appearance is about 70. Tatsumi was called - he has no doubt that he has been summoned anymore - I don't know what the average life expectancy in this world is, but it will probably be classified as quite old.

I also have a decent hip extension for it and it doesn't make me feel like I'm too old. In a nutshell, I'm under the impression that you're well, Grandpa.

If you look closely, you can see the door opened behind the old man. Apparently, earlier, the woman named Cheeko was distracted by the rebirth and didn't notice the door.

The old man slowly walks over to Tatsumi and Calcedonia with a mild grin.

At that time, the white and relaxed clothes worn by the old man make a saggy and quiet noise.

It seems expensive to wear clothes that are pure white and can be found using a superior cloth on the side. Based on the plethora of gold and silver threads used in all parts of the garment and the careful application of fine embroidery, this old man would be either a high-ranking person or a very rich man. Maybe both.

Tatsumi saw that outfit of the old man and got the impression of a Christian priest who saw it on TV or something.

"If you get a little worried and come check on Calse... ho ho ho, apparently you succeeded in calling your son-in-law safely"

"Yes, Grandfather. Successfully summoned your husband to this world"

"Ho ho, right? First things like superimposition. Well, my son-in-law."

"Uh... what's your son-in-law... could it be about me...?

"Of course not. Besides Noon and his granddaughter, Calse, you're the only one here, aren't you?

With the same mild grin, the old man continues his words.

"Can't you explain it in detail after you change the place? This is not a place to tell long stories. And..."

The old man's eyes were directed toward Calcedonia, still riding over Tatsumi.

"Calse, get dressed quickly. Your young son-in-law is a little poisonous."

That's what the old man told me, and Calcedonia left Tatsumi so that she could be played, and reminded her of her current outfit, and rushed to hold that rich chest with both hands to hide it.

"This is what I did... what a great outfit in front of your husband..."

Calcedonia, who dyed her face bright red in an instant, rushed out of Tatsumi's bed and jumped out of the door, which was open at first sight.

At that time, her shapely ass sees through the thin cloth pretending to shake, and Tatsumi's eyes nail her unexpectedly.

And an old man smiling in a good mood when he sees Tatsumi like that.

Tatsumi noticed the old man's gaze and became so bright red that she couldn't beat Calcedonia earlier.

"Ho ho, my son-in-law sounds like a man. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. On the contrary, you're relieved. My son-in-law reacted to my granddaughter as a man."

The calm laughter of the old man echoed inside the cellar.

"I thought I'd introduce myself first. The name of Non is Giuseppe Chrysoprese. In this country... in the Savaivist Church of the Kingdom of Largofiri, he who holds the throne of High Priest."

"Sa, supreme priest...?

Unexpectedly he opened his eyes and Tatsumi looked seriously at an old man named Giuseppe, who lowered his back in front of him.

Now he and Giuseppe are moving the place from an example basement to a room like this reception room.

An expensive looking table with fine sculptures on a soft, sitting couch. In the room, there was a small amount of good-quality conditioning, and once again, the expensive vase was filled with beautiful flowers that felt calm, and it was known at a glance that this room was for entertaining people of that status.

From the basement - which was, as I thought, the basement - to this reception room, Tatsumi followed after Giuseppe in silence. I honestly can barely remember where I walked, but walking quite a distance to get here makes me guess that the building they are in now is pretty big.

Plus, all the hallways along the way were carpeted with long hairy feet, and I didn't see any garbage at all. They've been cleaned with care.

I didn't know what was going on outside because there was nothing window-like along the way, but the fact that there was a bright light plugged in through a window in the reception room where I was now determined that it was not at least at night. If only there was a night in this otherworldly place. It's a strange other world. For example, it wouldn't be surprising that there was a midday world all year round with no night.

Tea was placed on the table in front of Tatsumi, who accidentally thought about it, brewed in a ceramic-like cup, making a sound and sound.

"Go ahead. Be careful, it's hot"

"Ha... ah, um... thank you..."

It was a man in his mid-twenties and long, named Bardio who put me down. As he smiled away from the table, he left a courtesy and left the room.

The clothes he wore were also of a design very similar to that of Giuseppe. However, given the less embroidery and other embellishments compared to Giuseppe, it is presumed that it would not be as good as Giuseppe of what is in that position.

Probably someone in a position like Giuseppe's secretary. I didn't dare to listen to Giuseppe and Tatsumi's conversation, so I just finished my errand and just left.

Tatsumi spoke of the recommended tea because it was a corner. Its flavour and aroma, which spread to the oral cavity, was somewhat similar to that of jasmine tea.

Perhaps this is the common tea in this world, or in this country. Besides, it's the kind of tea that a person of high stature, the High Priest, serves to his guests. Must be using premium tea leaves.

Tatsumi, who decided to do so on his own, drinks tea served slowly because it is a corner. And Giuseppe looked like she enjoyed watching him like that.

"Well, I just want to tell you more about my son-in-law... what happened to Calse's guy? Weirdly slow?

A glimpse of the door that leads from this room to the outside as Giuseppe grips her long beard.

It is true that he is right, quite some time has passed since he arrived in this reception room. Tatsumi dropped her eyes on the watch reflexively.

This watch was wrapped around my arm in my usual habits. That's why this watch was also involved in this summons.

Summoned with him were the bed and the acoustic guitar of his father's shapes that he had in his hands at the time of the summons, as well as an old-fashioned Galapagos phone that was in his trouser pocket. Other than that, I'm wearing a room trainer and jeans.

If Tatsumi peeks into the clock on his left arm, Giuseppe hiccups one eyebrow and turns his body up intriguingly.

"Whew, my son-in-law. What the hell is that?

Like a child in front of a new toy, Giuseppe looks at the watch with strange glittering eyes.

Tatsumi broke up with Giuseppe like that, and took the watch off his arm and offered it to him.

"This is what I call a watch, a tool to gauge time. In the world I was in, it's a pretty common tool for everyday life."

"Well, is this the clock? It's probably a small, unusual shape again."

Giuseppe looks at the watch she receives with interest. There is something similar to a clock in this world, but only an hourglass or a day clock at best. Naturally, there is no such thing as an elaborate mechanical watch as Tatsumi's watch.

Tatsumi's watch is a quartz chronograph type that doesn't require a battery replacement for photovoltaic storage and was given to her by her sister to celebrate her high school passing.

I was also equipped on my left arm at the time of the example accident, but although I had some fine scratches, it still works this way without miraculously breaking.

"Hmm... there are a few things like needles... from what I've seen it seems to measure time, but it seems like the thinnest needles are the only ones moving..."

"In the world I was in, I divided the day into twenty-four equal parts, and divided it by sixty more, and from there more..."

Tatsumi explained his time in the world. I hear that as Giuseppe rounds her eyes.

"Well... in the world where my son-in-law was, why do you divide your time in such detail? We need to do something to separate it, don't we?

"Because..."

Tatsumi, who was asked, was accidentally stuck in words.

Common sense of time that I have been accepting from day to day without question, 24 hours a day, 60 minutes an hour, etc. Even if they ask me that again this way, I can't answer why it's happening.

Tatsumi doesn't know when or where the concept of Earth's time was laid down. But until now, I've accepted it as just common sense, regardless of that. But naturally, such common sense doesn't work in this world.

It's definitely a different world, this place.

It was Tatsumi who once again felt that he had come to a world where common sense had never worked until then.