Suzuki is Cute Even In A Savage World

“Ohh! The summoning has succeeded!”

The noise of the crowd resounded.
Takashi, who had been chatting with a beautiful goddess in a white room, now stood on a red carpet that stretched in a straight line across a marble floor.
Around him, men with the appearance of medieval aristocrats stared at him with expectant eyes.

Takashi was breathless in the unduly spacious room, which gave a baroque-style impression.

(I–I really, have come to another world!)

The conversation with the goddess felt somewhat surreal for him.
But now that it really happened, he had no choice but to believe everything.

(All right! That does it.
From now on, I will live an enjoyable heartwarming life in another world!)

“This One is the King of this country of Leirune.”

A small, plump man with a mustache and wearing a golden crown held out his hand to him.
Takashi shook the portly man's hand.

“Oh, Hero! Please save this world!”

“H–huh.
Is that sort of thing the plot setting?”

While he was still pondering about the circumstances of his situation, a man wearing a robe and carrying a silver staff, who looked like a typical fantasy wind sorcerer, timidly presented a single piece of paper to the king.

“Your Majesty the King.
These are the Revered Hero status values…”

“Let me see.”

Takashi guessed that his status was written on that paper.
But then the king's ecstatic smiling face grew grim.

“Attack value, defense value, even magic value are all in single digits? What? This chap!! He's a failure!!”

That was a very poor way of putting it, Takashi thought.
However, he knew from the beginning that he did not have the talent, so he expressed, “No, I just want to live a laid-back, heartwarming life here.”

“What the…
laid-back and heartwarming!! The Demon Lord's army is about to invade.
This situation is a life-or-death matter!”

“Huh…
De–Demon Lord's Army?” Suzuki repeated, dumbfounded.

There seemed to be a misunderstanding between the two.
The king turned to the sorcerer and shouted, “Hurry! The next summon!”

“U–um.
What about, me…?”

The king no longer reacted to Takashi's voice.
The sorcerer began to cast a spell, treating Takashi like air.
The men in expensive-looking costumes, who looked like aristocrats, shoved him by his shoulders.

“Hey, you are a nuisance.
Get out of the way.”

“You are no longer needed.
Get the hell out of the castle.”

They all glared at Takashi as if they were looking at something filthy.

(W–what is this!? This! This isn't what I was told!)

Right then and there, at that precise moment.
The doors behind Takashi opened with a loud bang.
Out of nowhere, strange figures appeared.
Demons or beastmen with mouths ripped open until their ears, giants over three meters in height—all carrying blood-soaked weapons—stormed in.

“De–Demon Lord's Army!!”

The king's blood-curdling yell coincided with the guards near the door being decapitated by the demon's broadsword.

“Hyaaaaa!”

The aristocratic-like men who had mistreated Takashi earlier made pathetic noises and ran away.
A beastman with a face like a lion slashed one of the fleeing men from behind with razor-sharp claws.
Fresh blood stained the marble floor red.

“Wha–Wha–Wha…!”

Takashi was in a state of shock.
He saw everyone present get decapitated, disemboweled, or eaten from the head down by ferocious fiends.

(Not a tad heartwarming, riiiggghhtt!)

Takashi screamed internally.
The place plunged into pandemonium.
In the back of his mind, Takashi thought of a bald-headed man who wore s