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

Skin ice.

It is also a classic summer dessert, but due to the characteristics of using ice, it was also a fancy treat that was beyond the reach of ordinary people until the Meiji era when ice maker became popular.

But the history itself is ancient, and in Japan, in peacetime, shaved ice was enjoyed among the nobles, and in ancient Rome, they were eating it with honey on shredded ice.

The cultural diversity of Rome is unusual.

"I'll take care of the ice!"

And I'm turning the steering wheel of such a shake ice to make it at high speed, Mr. Glios.

It's like a father who hurts his back trying to show his kids something good for the holidays.

"I'd appreciate a freezer where ice is easily available in the summer."

"Really? That's how magic works."

"No, I think the elves are just too clever."

Mr. Erte clings to Mr. Rimbell that he would be able to get it out with as much magic as ice.

Apparently, unlike weapons-handling humans when it comes to witchcraft, elf witchcraft is life-intensive.

"What do you guys put on syrup?

"Strawberries."

"Melon."

"Matcha"

Ms. Sheena receives a request for a small dish with syrup in one hand. Homemade, of course.

It sounds kind of laborious when it comes to homemade, but the syrup itself is easy to make for as long as you put fruit and ice sugar in a sealed bottle.

But it's difficult because some people like the lying taste of strawberries and such on the market.

"Ah, Mr. Yayoi. Would you take Mr. Roman's shake ice for me?

"Fumiyu? Speaking of which, you're not stuck in your room today."

Mr. Yayoi is now more aware that Mr. Roman is not here when he says he has a bite of strawberry syrup-covered shaved ice.

"I understand that."

"Ah, finally, this too"

He is given a basin with shaved ice and barley tea, and Mr. Yayoi gently goes up the stairs when he leaves the living room.

"Roman which. It's a plug-in."

"Oh, thank you very much. Keep it around there."

And I went into Mr. Roman's room because I got a response after the knock, but Mr. Roman at the heart doesn't even turn around while he's headed for his desk laptop.

……

Mr. Yayoi approaching Mr. Roman with a sneak leg where I think he is.

No creature can beat a cat with a sneak leg. Meatballs are not present in the owner once in a while.

And then I went around next door and peered into Mr. Roman's face, but if he remained silent, he would look bad in the face of something handsome.

Confirming that, Mr. Yayoi held the shake ice and stuck it out in front of Mr. Roman.

"It's shaved ice."

"No, just leave it..."

"Must melt"

"I'll cut it up in a little while."

"Just shut up and eat."

"……… Hi."

Mr. Roman, who receives shaved ice by being pushed off, and Mr. Yayoi, who breathes out of his nose "Mmm-hmm" just because he's done it.

At first, I did it with concern for Mr. Roman's health, but his purpose has completely changed.

"But if you root and wonder what you're doing, is it a translation? Did Lord Adachi ask you to do this?

"No. This is something I volunteered for myself"

A pile of documents with different worldly letters arranged around the PC.

Apparently, Mr. Roman was translating that and typing it into his PC.

"Why is that again? The experts in this country and the awkward people will be able to understand the language of the world."

"Because sometimes you don't know unless you're a local person. And…… I have a few thoughts."

With that said, including the shaved ice in her mouth, Mr. Roman cut the words.

"Wilhelmina… My former fiancée has become the central figure in the Empire for other world-related causes."

"... Are you going to go back better than cool?

"No way. I'm not that stupid."

Saying so and smiling bitterly, Mr. Roman takes a bite of the shake ice and drinks it down.

"You just can't have me stopping even though she's moving on. I want to be reciprocal even if the road is already divided. Maybe it's the cheap pride of a man like that, who wants to think I was a big fish, not a sour grape."

That's what I laugh at. Mr. Roman's face was a little twisted, but there was something like an unprecedented margin.

"... eh"

Mr. Yayoi noticed that he was seen on that face and waved his cat ears patterned like he was in a hurry.

I rushed away and got eyes on a shaved ice container that was sometime empty.

"Ah, I'll keep the plate down. I have some more barley tea, so I hope you drink it while working on it."

"Yes. Thank you."

When I said it so that I could stand up, Mr. Yayoi slowly left the room consciously by pressing a cup of wheat tea.

And when you close the door and turn your back, you exhale quietly, but for a long time.

"If I hadn't seen the men for three days... I would have seen them face to face every day though"

If you take one, Mr. Yayoi will take the basin down the stairs.

Japan is still at peace today.