I Was Caught up in a Hero Summoning, but That World Is at Peace

A small coffee shop in the capital of the Alcresian Empire. That shop, where Dwarf girls are chopped up, still had the appearance of Osma, who is a regular today.

Osma had placed Yoreyole's trench coat in the chair next door for a late breakfast while sipping her favorite coffee.

"Uncle? You came to the store later than usual, didn't you? And you're kind of tired?

"Ah, a little bit in relation to work. Well, the busiest part was yesterday, so I'm fine now."

"Honestly, I can't hide my surprise at the fact that a word came out of my uncle's mouth about work"

"Young kids these days don't get hurt a bit because they really say Zubazuba ~"

When I finish eating a few slices of sandwich, the shopkeeper brews me a coffee change, even if I don't say anything.

Comfortable coffee aroma to the warm atmosphere felt from the wooden stores. Osma liked her time for coffee at this store. That's enough to come and have a cup of coffee every day...

Of course, I've known a Dwarf girl for a long time. The store owner had a good grasp of Osma's preferences, and these days he had come to know the timing of the change.

Time flows loosely as I slap my light mouth with the calm air because it's a temperamental pattern.

"... Speaking of which, you know what? They're having a very big festival in the demonic world right now."

"Oh, you mean the Six Kings Festival. A festival of no less magnitude than the Festival of the Brave."

"Nice...... I'd like to go too, but I don't think I can do anything about it unless I get an invitation from the Six Kings"

"Yeah? Do you want to go to the Six Kings Festival?

"Well, I'd love to go...... oh, speaking of which, you know what? Under the command of the King of War, the Fifth General of the King of War has a" same name as your uncle "!

"Oh yeah..."

Osma gives a rare and bewildered look to the words of the shopkeeper, who tells her with a lovely smile. Yes, Osma and the shopkeeper will be dating for a long time now... but this girl still doesn't realize that Osma's identity is one of the five kings of war.

On the contrary, it is the beginning and end of what we recognize as' another person of the same name '.

"I just saw it from afar during the Brave Men's Festival, too, but you're a cool guy dressed in a courtesy dress, and you call it adult hue? It was different from the atmosphere."

"Heh..."

"I think your uncle should apprentice Osma of the same name and dress a little prettier. Uncle, your face is fine, so if you get familiar, you'll be cool."

"Uh-huh... I'll think about it, well"

Sometimes the biggest factor the girl doesn't realize who Osma is, the Osma she sees was far from what she is today.

Osma usually doesn't even shave her beard properly, and dresses her bossy hair with a yore yore trench coat and what a sloppy outfit.

But he was firmly dressed in a costume only on the stage of the Festival of the Brave, and his beard was also shaved and his hair was wrapped around an all-back to participate.

For a shopkeeper who is only a civilian, the King of War Five is a presence on the cloud, best seen in the long run. Then it may in some ways be inevitable that she, who only knows what Osma looks like today, perceives the Osma she saw at the Festival of the Brave as someone else.

What a troubled state it was as an Osma of the day. It's also hard to tell the truth if you tell the truth, when it might destroy her dreams that are beautifying imaginary Osma.

Osma swallows a light sigh of coffee and suggests to the store owner with a bitter smile.

"... If you want to go to the Six Kings Festival, why don't my uncle take you?

"... Huh?

"It looks like this, and my uncle has a little connection. Maybe I can get you an invitation, huh?

"Ho, are you sure!? So, but don't bother your uncle..."

"You don't have to worry. Yeah, well, I mean, thank you for always giving me a good cup of coffee, don't you think?

The shopkeeper nodded after some thought as he lit the cigarette he had removed from his nostrils, listening to the words of Osma, who proposed it calmly.

"... So, can I be sweet?

"Oh, I don't mind. However, because I think it will take a little while...... I think it will be day 6 or 7 when I can join you, okay?

"Yes! Thank you, uncle!

"Well, here's your money... I'll be back"

"So don't touch your head, please!?

While enjoying the reaction of the shopkeeper, who hated to be treated like a child, Osma smiled and left the store behind.

Returning to the city, which is the venue for the Six Kings Festival, Osma was looking for a certain figure on the floor assigned to the warlord's subordination in the central tower.

But I didn't see the intended person, and Osma looked a little troubled and put her head on.

"... oh? Dear Osma?"

"Yeah? Oh, Epsilon, just in time... don't you know where Bacchus is?

"Lord Bacchus? No, I wasn't at the training ground... can I help you in a hurry?

"Ah, no, we can't rush that far. Hey, I was hoping you could get me an extra invitation... and I was wondering if Bacchus would manage our invitations."

Osma scratches and explains the situation to Epsilon, one of the five kings of war who coincidentally took it. Then Epsilon turned to a contemplative look, then opened his mouth.

"... is it an addition to the invitation... indeed, our invitation is in charge of Lord Bacchus... the administration of the invitees is under the jurisdiction of the Phantom King, isn't it? Then I think we need to talk to the Phantom King."

"Ah, I knew it would happen...... oh my god. My children and the Phantom King are not close... tough."

"Because our heads, Lord Agni and Lord Pandora, headed by the Phantom King, hate each other so much. Besides, we have a lot of bloodthirsty people, and there are parts of us that we can't help but be there."

"Ha, I can't help it... I'll bother you, but I'll ask Miyama-kun"

Warlord's and Phantom King's subordinations are very unfriendly, also due to the fact that their respective summarizers are among the dog monkeys. As an Osma individual, I wish I could get along with Fantasy King's subordination, but it's hard.

Even if Osma, who is under the command of the King of War, went directly to ask for a favor, I don't think he would get a colorful reply... Then the most effective means was to ask a pleasant man who could move the top of the other.

If I tried Osma, I could feel it bothering a pleasant man of good age who could say he was a young child, but I also wanted to take the surest means for a familiar girl.

In the meantime, I asked him to have it with me, and when Osma tried to walk away with that in mind, Epsilon opened his mouth at that time.

"... Speaking of which, I don't know how Lord Agni and Lord Pandora became evil rather than under the warlord and under the phantom king...?

"Oh, no, it's not a big deal... 'Which one is stronger, my husband or the Phantom King?' I wonder if it feels like we got into a big fight and got unfriendly just like that..."

"I see... but I'm interested in that, too. Which do you think is stronger, Master Osma, Megido or the Phantom King?

"Yeah? You're overwhelmingly stronger than Phantom King if you're comparing it to 'My Current Husband'. I mean, your current husband would be the weakest of the Six Kings. Well, still, it's a different digit compared to a normal title..."

"... Huh?

In response to the question Epsilon told him, Osma told him that Assari and Megid were weaker than the Phantom King. On top of that, until he says he is the weakest of the Six Kings...... Was the answer unexpected to the boulder, Epsilon gives a startled look.

Then Osma, who sees the reaction, puts one hand on his face when he says he has failed.

"... bad, it was a silence. Forget what I'm saying, my husband will kill me."

"Huh? Duh, what do you mean!? Oh, what does Master Osma know?

"... sorry, but I can't tell you. But my uncle's the one who lost his word, and I'll give you a hint."

"... tips?

"... be 'Megido Algetes Borgnes', if you mean it, you can win even 'me'. But you'll never win if you fight 'Dear Megido'. You can't even make me scratch a scratch, I'll be killed."

"... what? What do you mean?

"Algetes Borgnes... it's an ancient language of the demonic world. You should also pull a dictionary. But I won't say anything else... unless I want to touch my husband's scales."

After telling him so much, Osma walked away with the cigarette. Leave the blurry Epsilon...

Algetes Borgnes...... 'Armor of Commandments' in the ancient language of the demonic world. Those who know the true meaning of it can only count with one hand.

Osma, once a violent man in the demonic realm...... the power he built up, the confidence he built up, the pride of being the strongest, the incarnation of atrocity that shattered all of it and admired so much that Osma pledged absolute loyalty. Once upon a time, The Red Beast, who turned a third of the demonic world into scorched earth, still remained asleep.