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

"Father, it's a gift."

"What happened to you all of a sudden?

in the Dwarf Kingdom in the central part of the continent.

If the second son, who seemed busier than expected to be used by His Majesty the Emperor, suddenly thought he had come to visit, he would come and offer a bag beautifully wrapped in ribbon and confuse himself, Mr. Denken.

Meanwhile, Mr. Jouzou, the manager who looks at the calendar and perceives it as "uh".

But it's the same chicken heart that doesn't mix because it's afraid of noble parent-child conversations and stuff.

"Because in Japan it's almost time to thank my father for Father's Day. I thought I'd come through because I don't have that custom here, but I was wondering if it would be a good opportunity to say thank you because I'm leaving home soon."

"First of all, I haven't been officially reported leaving the house."

"... engaged"

"Yeah. It's late."

Since my brother has already succeeded to our Lord's throne, I accidentally forgot that the various procedures would go that way and report it to my pivotal father, Mr. Roman.

Note that the story itself is clearly passed by my brother's inadvertently reassured brother in a sense.

That's Mr. Roman!

"But I didn't kick your engagement to Inhardt's daughter. It seems to me you're the daughter of a martial artist."

"Sounds like me?

"I mean, the kind you can get on your ass."

"disrespectful"

I'm Roman complaining about that, but in fact, Mr. Yayoi is pretty pompous at Mr. Yayoi, so if you take a survey with your readers, your opinion is going to be divided.

"So this is it."

"Oh. Aren't you going to eat something?

"I stopped by today to say my best to those who can use metastatic magic. I'll come back when I have time."

"Copy that. If it's about a meal, I'll take care of it. Feel free to come."

That's what I said. I've seen you for a long time, but I'm going to say a quick goodbye, Mr. Denken. Parents and children.

If you're a man parent and a man, this is probably what it's all about.

"But it's a gift."

Looks like you're not from precious metals.

Mr. Denken whines as he looks at the bag given to him by Mr. Roman and Mr. Barra, who then stretches back and peeks in.

It was Mr. Denken who showed a stray bare gesture for a while, but he still cares about the contents, untie the ribbon and take out the contents of the bag.

"Is this... apron?

"Heh. The fabric is solid, and the colors seem to fit Mr. Denken."

"It's common for a nobleman's present, but hey."

What came out was an apron for men of flock blue.

It even has Mr. Denken's name in the back whether it's bespoke or not.

"... if it gets dirty like this, it would be wasteful and useless."

"I think your son would be more than happy to use it."

"This one's not a nobleman."

Sudden middle-aged jerk-off dele (who gets it).

The other world is still peaceful today.

Meanwhile, Takatenhara.

"I'm going to attack this Father's Day with a change ball."

"We're talking about a gift, and you're not thinking about another capture operation, are you?

Amaterasu, who says while searching for something on his PC, and Tsukuyomi, who confirms it just in case.

It seems that there are a certain number of people in the world who mistake this as Father's Day.

"I don't even say alcohol every year on boulders. Dad, you're gonna say it's delicious, but I don't know if it actually suits my taste."

He said he preferred to be dry.

"... so why are you talking to Tsukuyomi like that?!?

"You must care about your sister as a father."

As usual, he looks like he's on his own, and he sees his father frequently. Master Amateras grabs his brother's shoulder and shakes hard.

Meanwhile, Master Tsukuyomi replied shaken but calmly. I don't even have a bare gesture to chew.

"But other than booze? You don't seem to have a hobby when it comes to hobbies."

"Ah, this milk pudding looks delicious"

"Don't get bored"

Keep talking to yourself. I'm conscious. Master Tsukuyomi clings to Master Amateras.

The pudding is delicious. I don't have a choice.

"Well, isn't it okay if it's a treat?

"Huh? To your father? Do you want some?

"Isn't it more impressive to give something you don't normally eat? It's not like your father hates sweets."

"So that's what Tsukuyomi is all about"

I grasp the subtle preferences of my father. Master Amateras is jealous of Master Tsukuyomi, who appeals to me.

Even today the high heavens are peaceful.