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

"Huh. I knew it was milk in the morning!

A certain rural village in the Republic of Keros.

It is Asuka, an agricultural girl, not Asahi, who is drinking milk from the morning to the morning sun.

"Why can you drink all the cold milk you've got when it's so cold?"

"You're too cold."

On the other hand, Wind Kid? Mr. Saros-kun and Mr. Suknahikona are all shrunk in thick clothes.

I can't help it because she's weird and realistic.

Incidentally, it is often said that Japanese people are intolerant of milk and prone to breaking their stomachs, but for the most part, it is fine if you drink small amounts at a time.

Dada hasn't told me to drink from the time of Showa.

"If. May I have a moment, ma'am?"

"Yes?"

There was a shadow calling out to Asuka, who had some kind of oddity: opening the front door completely, putting her hand on her waist and drinking milk.

"You're Akashi-kun, aren't you?

Saying so brilliantly smiles an old man with a soft waist with short gray hair pruning. Behind you, moreover, is a blonde young man with a neat appearance.

The moment I saw that beautiful young man, Saros-kun, who was shrinking, took off his blanket and entered a combat posture.

"Yes, though. What about you?"

"Oh, excuse me for this. My name is Isao Liangi. It may be hard to tell because I'm old, but I'm Japanese. This is my friend Fides."

"Nice to meet you, lady."

What showed up was Isao, a grandfather teacher summoned by a group of conscious system elves.

When I heard he was Japanese, Mr. Asuka lifted his guard, and Saros-kun started guarding him in a different way.

"Have you heard that Japanese... means you can go back to Japan?

"No. The story itself has heard rumors of the wind, because I'm not going home yet"

"As far as we're concerned, I said we should contact Isao. We visited because we were growing rice and we pinched it in our ears that we had plans to make alcohol."

"Oh. Master Sknahikona said it before."

Apparently, Isao and Fides heard that they might be able to visit an old-fashioned brewery on top of the rice growing in this village, and they couldn't stay there or stand "Yeahaw!" He seems to have popped out of the woods.

The forest elves are definitely starting to get contaminated by the Japanese around the area where Mr. Fides would have said it was illegal before.

"Did you even ask the Spirit what a little ear is? Unfortunately, we haven't even started making booze yet."

"Holy shit!? Is there a problem?

"Problem? The rice sold more than I expected and I don't have the extra to use it for anything other than food. If you're going to do it again, Asuka won't be interested in it."

"Because I've never had a drink."

Now is the time to make rice with the full cooperation of the villagers, but Mr. Aska took the initiative at first, and I didn't make rice from the beginning to the point where he could help me if I had time.

All of a sudden, when I say we're gonna make booze, there's no one else involved in it but Mr. Asuka.

"Ho. So you're short on manpower."

I say so and glare at Kieran, Mr. Fides.

I have a bad feeling about that, Saros.

"Then let us call our compatriots from our woods. Now!

"Are you guys really elves!?

Saros-kun clings to an elf who declares to be lightly deforested.

Apparently, Mr. Isao was brainwashing the elves perfectly while he was gone.

"Oh, that would be helpful. There's finally a dark elf settlement west of this village."

"That must go say hello!

And then all the time, Master Sukhnahikona pushes to flow through the Dark Elf deal lurking west.

It's an outrageous act of hitting a hot, bitter conscious system on a communal pull.

"Alcohol has been deeply involved in divinity since ancient times..."

"Hmm."

And I heard Aska wasn't interested in booze, and I'm pretty interesting with Dr. Aska, who starts a sudden lecture. Saros-kun, who can't keep up with one person, has a distant eye.

By the way, I heard that elves and dark elves had immigrated to this village in large numbers at a later date, and the president, Calmo, said, "How did that happen!?" And holding my head was a different story.

The other world is still peaceful today.