Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

It's been ten years since I've been summoned to another world like this.

I was summoned when I was fifteen, so I'd be twenty-five if my birthday came.

Round it up, you'll be thirty.

It's a terrible story to live with a feeling that's not so different from when you were here for a schoolrun on your feelings.

You don't want to accept that you're getting older.

Get out of bed with a blur and stand in front of your appearance.

I'm old, too.

These days I can't get tired of just sleeping overnight, and my eyes get puffy at night.

My muscles continued to grow, but my physique was definitely going from "youth" to "uncle".

I don't think you're doing this until you're this old.

Immediately after being summoned, I was optimistic that I would be able to go home even soon, so it's just a miscalculation.

... Assuming you're back in Japan now, will you get used to it?

A man who has continued to kill each other in the medieval fantasy world returns to that peaceful high-tech nation.

"Absolutely, float."

I have eyes for myself in the mirror.

Growing up after ten years, I was completely changed.

Instead of acne disappearing, the skin started growing mustaches.

Height stretched just a little.

Thick muscle armor, covering the body that should have been dodgy.

And most importantly - stared eyes.

The eyes that shined so brightly had lost light at some point.

It is turned into a black ball with matte specifications, as if it had been applied with matte paint.

Yet when you look into the mirror consciously, you suddenly start to glare sharply.

I remember seeing this feeling somewhere.

Quiet to moving. Instantly switching from the hunted side to the hunted side, caged eyes with the intention of killing.

This... yes.

He was on a documentary show I used to watch, the eyes of an African boy soldier.

Or it could be the eyes of a stranded wild dog.

I wonder what happened to me?

What's going to happen now?

Well, I'm a man, too, and I didn't feel bad about being strong.

My arms get thicker or level up, and if I tell you I didn't have to, I lie.

But now, I wanted to say that I'm fine.

I've never felt pain in a fight in the past year.

Whether he ate the blind eye or the gold, he was feeling nothing.

If the damage is zero, no pain will occur. I know that.

Still, there was pure fear that even the sense of normality disappeared as a person.

I'm just saying, if I could protect my loved ones, that would have been enough.

If you become so strong, you will be asked to play the role of a sword, not a shield.

Recently I was like, "What's the brave thing about this? There are more and more requests that I would like to say.

Do it. Destroy the orcs, but destroy the Demon Castle.

His Majesty the King and the Chief Cleric have no mercy on races hostile to the human race (humans).

Even though the human side was the victim until I came to this world, I feel like it might be too much.

I want you to apprentice Elsa.

He's never thrown up a grudge, even though Goblin drove him crazy in his life.

I'm not even forgiving it.

Then what kind of mood is it, "thank you" from the bottom of your mind?

As he works toward his goal, he's lost his mind about the past at some point.

Elsa's amazing.

It wasn't a compliment, it was a word out of my heart.

When I get back to bed, I stare at Elsa's face for being an amazing woman.

Sleep comfortably, brunette beauty.

He opens his mouth small and regularly raises and lowers his well-shaped chest.

It's a waste of time to look at me, I'm a charming sleeping princess.

Well, more like a queen than a princess.

Elsa has a beautiful face, although the contents are childish.

Tall is also expensive for a woman, and it would be a lineage of actresses and models, not idols.

Tall, thin nose, fluffy eyes, thin-eyed lips.

The skin is white and clear, and the hair remains stunning and lustrous at all times.

When I gently took Elsa's hair into my hand, I tangled my fingers.

I feel so comfortable with the sagging touch that I'm going to forget the time.

I just smell it, I won't do it because what a pervert it sounds like, but I'm going to lose the temptation as it is.

I'm sorry if I woke you up, and I wear a futon.

It's early tomorrow, and let's go to sleep.

Trying to extinguish the lantern fire, extend your arms.

Then suddenly,

"Are you going to stop?

was called to a halt.

"... you were awake"

"I'm awake. Hair, because it touched me."

Keiske is powerful, and Elsa wakes up her upper body.

The sheets that were hiding my body fall all over me, and the valley of my chest becomes dewy.

Elsa wears a light underdress when sleeping.

Does it look like a tutu, used as a ballet costume?

The right shoulder strap was slipping off when she said she was originally feeling clear and having trouble with the place of her eyes.

"Sorry, did I wake you up"

"Fine. Nothing. 'Cause I really meant to be awake."

Elsa chuckled and put her neck on my shoulder.

Fluffy, smells like a woman. A natural fragrance held by a young woman, not perfume or soap.

Sweet, gentle and delicate, I feel the back of my head palsy.

"Did you even have plans in the middle of the night?

Elsa said as she rubbed my leg.

"... I want Kaiske's baby"

"Uh..."

I get creepy, I lay down my face.

Elsa is twenty-five this year. It's not weird to have more than one child already.

In this world, it is normal for teenagers to give birth.

We became an adult relationship for the first time, but we weren't blessed with babies yet.

So this topic can be a bit of pressure.

"... what is that? Wake up. Stand up, but are you okay?

"Yeah."

Nodded forcefully.

If a woman is motivated, it would be a man who responds to it.

I get in the mood and put my hands on Elsa's clothes.

"Okay. Good luck with that."

"... you know, Kaiske"

"Hmm?"

Elsa is staring at me.

"What? I knew you'd stop?

"You want kids, of course.... I like it because I like it."

Elsa's cheeks were gently given by Zhu.

"I hear you're going on another expedition tomorrow. … so I want to"

What kind of man could defy this?

No, I'm not.

If I were there, he wouldn't be a man.

When I realized I had become a beast and was eager for Elsa.

In the morning, I let go of my sobbing body from Elsa, who wanted to stick around forever, to get myself done.

Patience a lot where you want to soak up the aftertaste last night and leave the house.

The morning of the brave is early.

We must first head out to the central district of the King's capital and face the cathedral.

The chief cleric, who is the head of the religious world, immediately asks for all kinds of instructions.

When you say "instruct," you kill something, but you get rid of it, so it's essentially like a killer.

No, even a killer still looks too good.

Wouldn't I be just a cleaning husband?

The cleaner who washes and drops the demons who cling to other worlds.

Nothing more or less, or at least not a hero.

I think a real hero is someone who creates something.

Farmers. Fishermen. Pregnant women.

People who create something worthwhile from scratch and contribute to the world.

That would be the praiseworthy existence, when somehow it is in a very low position in this world.

Then what kind of person has a high status is religion or someone involved in war.

He's smart when he remembers a lot of God's names, and when he's killing a lot of sub-people and monsters, he's a good young man.

What the hell, I think.

If I polarized both, I could be a memorable sadist, and that would be just a psychopath if I were in modern society.

I don't want to be like that, and if it's going to happen, I don't want to retire as a brave man right now, as much as I want to spend some time plowing in a field somewhere.

But my strength won't allow it.

Because I'm the strongest, the protector of the human country.

He steps into the cathedral with stupidity.

It sounds like a Christian building, but it doesn't mean it's exactly the same.

Monotheism, which is believed in the other world in the first place, is not Christianity.

Close to Catholicism, if you dare, but there is a difference.

First of all, the Six Light Star, not the Cross, is the symbol, and God is thought to have no entity. They think it's like smoke.

So you think it's impossible to paint, and religious painting is not very well developed.

It also allows women to take up positions as priests and popes.

So.

That pope-like guy is familiar with my face.

He's tough, you know, and he keeps walking, sick of it.

Proceed along the cobblestone corridor, under stained glass light, and proceed with your feet.

When I finally got to the deepest part, I saw one woman praying.

Countless hands against the candle, eyes closed.

Silver hair, long hemmed coat.

As the contemporary clergyman, a former party member.

It's Filia.

"Good Morning"

The Chief Cleric has kept his back on this one, saying hello.

I replied with a grudge that prayer was more important than me.

"... good morning"

This is the first time Elsa and I have been socializing.

He said he liked me, but now I don't know how.

Somehow, but it feels like they don't like it.

"Just now, Lord Brave. We're getting a request for a subhuman crusade."

"Not again. You've been around lately."

The chief cleric is still turning around.

"Three children from the village of Lorraine were caught, two of whom were harmed by food"

"... what?

"I was eaten."

He finally prayed, and the chief clergyman turned around.

"This is a declaration of war against our human race. I can't overlook it."

It was a troll that did it, says the chief cleric.

"Fine. I'll be there soon. We should be able to burn the nest hole in half a day."

"As reliable as you can be"

The Chief Cleric sees me with a worthy eye.

"... may I have one"

"What?

"How many orders are in there against the way Lord Brave fought"

"What do you mean?

"Don't hesitate to say it, the complaint is raised"

"Like what?"

"Too wet. That's what they accuse me of. Even if you're a demon, if you're a toddler, you're not going to suffer, are you? People are watching. There's so much sweet about poking at the steeple."

"... what are you gonna do to me?

"The masses are using an agent named you to demand more intense retaliation from the subordinates. More cruel, more relentless, he said. Even if it is a never-born baby, the species who have stripped the human race of their teeth must be destroyed after infinite suffering. Punish sin. This is also the teachings of our Lord God."

Kill him with more pain, the chief cleric tells him.

"But. What kind of sin do you think a baby troll is guilty of just sucking your mum's milk? It'll make it easier for you to die."

It's already a sin to be born of sinful parents.

Remember, you are the representative of the human race, the Chief Cleric said.

"Crusade like when you deal with goblins. In your case, I'm sure that would be just fine.... I hope so, Lord Brave."