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

"Erte, I need to talk to you."

"Yes? To me?

At Anda's house.

Mr. Roman, who was walking into the living room and relaxing with cocoa, came all of a sudden and looked somewhat strange.

Incidentally, Mr. Erte can be the only younger and basically non-respectful person in Anda's household for Mr. Roman.

Even if you're not a younger opponent, some men don't use respect, but the men in the Anda family are usually the only ones on the women's asses that you'll likely forget, but the basic specs are high faces, and Mr. Roman the boulder isn't so lethal as to move nobly to such opponents.

"It will be Christmas soon. So I thought I'd send Mr. Yayoi a present."

"Ha."

I'm Mr. Elte, who gavels at me with a strange face as I listen to him, but inside I'm in a "rear charge explode" state.

Actually, that Elte can be popular on campus, too, but I haven't noticed it yet because I've been blocked by friends who usually adore Elte as a cat.

When I realized it, I realized it. I don't care. Mr. Erte is a poisonous tongue, so maybe it's better to stay peaceful as it is because I don't know how many boys will be made to cry.

"I've done a lot of research. It's the cold season ahead, and I didn't have to worry about the size and so on if you're a muffler, so I thought it would be a good idea. Is there a muffler gift from a woman?"

"I think it's fine. Mr. Yayoi, it's cold."

How cold is it? I don't like the cold on holidays, so much so that I don't try to keep moving in on this one.

By the way, summer is hot in summer, so I hate going out.

Anda-kun and Mr. Glios have invited me to move my body in archaeology, etc., but it is a super healthy new pull that rarely moves otherwise.

"I see. So I'm just going to knit, but what color would suit Mr. Yayoi?

"Isn't the premise a little strange before you think about some colors?"

It was Mr. Elte who almost flushed it out because he said he would, but it's strange to think about it again, so Mr. Elte waits.

I'm a boulder common sense person (poisonous tongue).

"... can you knit?

"Yeah? I've never knitted it, but I think you can knit it if you find out how to do it."

"Mr. Roman, what do you care? You're a very powerful woman."

Mr. Erte holds back his temples remembering that he was previously given back a splendid handmade treat on White Day.

By the way, Mr. Yayoi was in a clever state of sinking with joy, having received a particularly powerful piece with only a return of his destiny.

"Mr. Roman. Let's not make it by hand. It's better on the market."

"Huh? But handmade is more thought-provoking, isn't it?

"Sometimes I'm having trouble because I have thoughts!?

"Tong Chiki!?

Guess what, the word Golá came out as another curse for what you swallowed. Mr. Erte and Mr. Roman are surprised.

Japan is still at peace today.

Meanwhile, Takatenhara.

"Is Muffler something you can knit in such a short time?

"I don't know to what extent a short time refers, but if you're used to it, you can knit for a week."

Tsukuyomi replies similarly to Amaterasu, who asks while drinking tea with hot water.

Warm Japanese tea is delicious when it gets cold. I can't help it.

"Well, there's talk that if you're not used to it, you should estimate it a month at your leisure, because what do you care about that young man being clever? You will also have an abdominal proposal in case you don't make it. My sister won't be able to do it."

"disrespectful! Even I started knitting in October and was done in November!

"You're not tired of knitting along the way and remembering and completing it the next year, are you?

"……… tea is delicious."

"Keep your eyes open"

Apparently, it was a star, and Amateras looked at the void with a glimpse of nothing.

"But if it's done, isn't it a fine thing?"

"Right!

I praised Master Tsukuyomi for hiding the words from my sister, Master Amateras, who eats all the time here.

Even today the high heavens are peaceful.