One day, I was suddenly summoned to another world through the [Saint Summoning Ritual].
It happened late at night, just as I returned home from work and was about to take off my shoes at the entrance.
A white light suddenly spilled out from beneath my feet, and overwhelmed by its blinding brilliance, I closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, what greeted me wasn’t the familiar kitchen of my apartment, but a room about 20 tatami mats in size, surrounded by stone walls.
“Success!”
“““Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!!!”””
The noise was deafening, but I ignored it and looked around.
In front of me were people dressed like knights in surcoats and others in ankle-length robes, all celebrating in their own ways.
The knights were laughing, slapping each other on the shoulders, while the robed figures slumped to the floor, exhausted but wearing faint smiles as if they’d just completed a great task.
Looking down at the floor, I noticed some lines drawn on it.
The lines were black and blended subtly with the floor, so I had to squint to see them clearly, but they formed what looked like a magic circle.
To my right was a wall, and to my left was the only other person in the room wearing clothes like mine, a girl.
Though I say “like mine,” it wasn’t a suit or anything formal; she wore a knit top and a skirt, a casual outfit that, frankly, was modern attire.
Indeed, aside from me and her, everyone else was dressed in armor or robes. Clothing so outlandish it made me want to quip, “What is this, a game?”
The only ones in familiar outfits were me and this girl.
She looked to be in her mid-to-late teens, maybe.
Still dazed, she sat slumped on the floor.
She’d probably been thrown into this situation just as suddenly as I had.
To be honest, I also felt like screaming in confusion, but I was desperately trying to stay calm and assess the situation.
After taking in my surroundings, a door beyond the girl on my left opened, and several people entered the room.
Leading them was a super handsome guy with red hair, dressed in what I’d call Rococo-style noble attire minus the wig, of course. Behind him was a black-haired handsome knight and a young man with dark navy hair, dressed in slightly plainer noble clothing but still undeniably good-looking.
Translator’s Note
Rococo refers to an ornate 18th-century European fashion style.
Judging by their demeanor, the red-haired guy was probably a prince, the knight his royal guard, and the navy-haired youth some high-ranking civil official.
That said, red hair… really?
Dyeing it such a garish color—he’s going to go bald someday.
While I was indulging in a bit of escapism with that thought, the red-haired leader knelt before the girl sitting on the floor and, with an incredibly charming smile, said:
“Are you the Saint?”
…
… …
… … …
… … … … Yes?
A/N: Sorry it’s so short.
The next part will be posted at midnight.