The Too Many Summonings from Japan Have Caused the Goddess to Flip Out

School of Magic.

Its school, attended by many magician eggs, has a scholastic style in which the race of magicians is sometimes researcher-skinned and individualistic and does not make you feel like an identity.

One pupil troubled by such a magic school.

……

Being in the dorm's own room, Bo is a Japanese who got lost in different worlds for whatever cause and was thrown into a magic school for some reason because of his high magic power. His name is Kaga Kagato.

……

It's such a cagato, but I've been sitting on my bed since just now staring silently at the void.

Even though you would still be young, that figure is like a father who gets retarded and kills his time in a park blanco.

"…… I don't like it anymore."

I began to drool and make weak noises for my choreography.

Shit. That look is no longer on the verge of breaking through depression and eye canning fly.

"- To save the troubled and depressed troubled man summoned by another world, Amenozume came up "

The goddess appeared in the bed behind such a young man, making a noise.

It's a lateral piece sign for some reason. Even though the line is about the same as my husband's, the tension is the difference between cloud mud.

"... what do we do now"

"Ignore!? Ignore!? You can't even put a beauty like this on a man's wind when she shows up in her room and she's unresponsive!?

But Kagato-kun is through. Rather, we are consciously driving Master Amenozume out of recognition.

Well, that doesn't help either. There's nothing like high tension when you're depressed.

I can't complain enough about being jesus-you-can before the eye cans fly.

By the way, she calls herself a beauty. She's an amenos, but don't tell me that the origins of her decency are amenos, right?

We must not cling deeply to the beauty and ugliness of women.

"Look, punch one or two of your troubles. It's easier said than done, isn't it?

"Well... I don't think there's anything I can do about it."

Kagato-kun looks back reluctantly prompted by Amenozume-sama. Human honesty is the best.

"Actually, I got an unusual approach from the girls at school..."

"Rear charge explode. You're in a state. I understand."

Because Kagato-kun is a so-called harem physique, he may have been one of those people who was bombed by Amaterasu when he was in Japan.

Hot men are hard, aren't they? I wish I was dead.

"In short, you're having trouble treating the girls who are in love with you."

"Well, it will be."

"Then there's a good way."

Kagato-kun still has a bad face in the economy. Lady Amenozume is glowing in vain at Kagato-kun. I say with a smile.

"You just have to do one shot "

"Are you really God?

Kagato-kun's common sense clinging is released to Amenozume-sama, who thumbs up and says off.

"I can't believe I'm dreaming of a little girl in love, if I remind her of the reality of men's and women's sales."

"... are you also resenting younger women?

Kagato-kun turns to the side where he hears his troubles at some point, to Amenozume-sama, who gradually becomes a black grin.

…… the other world is still peaceful today.

"Hmm? Isn't that macami?"

"Hmm? Rimbel."

A park in the city. A werewolf Makami and a dark elf Mr. Limbell were bowling together in a Japanese park with no strangeness near noon.

"I thought you were cooperating with the police investigation today.

"Until noon. It's supposed to change to Glios by noon and follow Adachi."

"I see. So you stopped by."

Looking at the bag Mr. Makami has, Mr. Limbell nods at the circumstances.

"Then come here. Because the sun is getting stronger these days. This bench will be just a shadow."

"I see. Then let me use it."

Mr. Lymbell invites you and Mr. Makami sits on a bench in the shade of a tree.

And what I took out of the bag was a lunchbox wrapped in blue cloth. About the mother of the Anda family, Mr. Sheena. It's a handmade lunch.

Expect the contents, or Mr. Makami's tail sticking out of his pants is shaking momentum well.

"Thank you Sheena for making it. Eat it."

"I know." I'll have it. "It's called a" treat. "

"Uhm. I'll have it."

Side by side with Mr. Makami holding his hands together as he moves his ears around, take out the lunchbox that Mr. Limbell also brought with him and match his hands.

By the way, it is quite widely known about the meaning of what you will have, but the 'treat' of a treat means running around to procure or cook ingredients.

If it is the Lord who appreciates the ingredients, then the treat is a thank you to those who cooked it.

There are many times when all you get is eliminated, but make sure to say thank you properly for the treat.

"Wow, are you grilled rice balls today? Boulder Sheena. I'm doing a good job."

What appeared when Mr. Rimbell opened the lid was a looking brown lunch box with stewed rice balls and salad attached to it mainly. Made to suit the vegetarian Mr. Limbell, it can be specially made.

"Is this smell of soy sauce? It's strange because it looks delicious even though it doesn't have meat."

"It would be more strange for me to have that meaty lunch box."

The contents of Makami's lunch against are leek salted meat laid over rice.

This is a man rice that makes you wonder if it was really made by a woman, with meat and rice laid all the time without the need for vegetables or anything else.

"Or is it okay to eat the onions?

"No problem. But couldn't Lynbel eat meat? It's a shame you can't taste the delicacy of this onion salt."

"When it comes to leeks, I'm not miso. Miso is good. And rice."

"Rice sure is good. It tastes good with meat."

Even though the food hobby is the opposite, the two of us dine well together.

Japan is still at peace today.