Summoned a God by Mistake, Now He Won’t Go Back - Chapter 5

“Did I use too much force in my voice? Maybe I should’ve toned it down.”

Alnazir was belatedly regretful. All he got in return was the witch’s wide, green eyes staring up at him in death—full of accusation and resentment.

It was the first time he’d ever met someone he could communicate with, so he must have tried too hard to make a good impression, almost without realizing it. Embarrassing, considering his age.

If she comes back to life, he’ll have to apologize properly. Alnazir gazed down at the witch, waiting for her to wake up, mentally making a list of all the questions he wanted to ask.

First, he wanted to ask if her name was really “witch.” Then, how did she know his name? Oh, and how did she know that a ruler from another world even existed?

His questions only multiplied, one after another. Alnazir felt almost giddy, as if he’d regained a part of himself long lost—his old curiosity about the world.

“She’s taking quite a while, isn’t she?”

He couldn’t ask her anything until she woke, but she wouldn’t open her eyes. Not after a minute, not after ten. Her face was twisted in pain, and her heart had stopped with not so much as a twitch.

Can’t she revive herself?

After waiting another twenty minutes, he finally understood.

“So I was waiting for nothing.”

Frowning, Alnazir reached out a tentacle. When he touched her, the witch suddenly gasped for air, springing back to life without a scratch.

Alnazir, pleased with his successful resurrection, poked her side experimentally with a tentacle.

Soft. She looked human, but it turned out she even felt like one.

Come to think of it, he used to squash humans for fun, once upon a time.

Alnazir briefly drifted into nostalgic memories.

“Stop…!”

The witch scowled, batting at his tentacle with her staff. Her refusal made him withdraw it. He’d wanted to play a little more, but perhaps it wasn’t polite. Especially since she wasn’t really human.

As the tentacle vanished, the witch panted, chest heaving. She didn’t look healthy at all.

“Are you going to kill me and toy with me next…?”

The witch muttered, glaring.

She was furious, just because he’d poked her a bit.

“Witch.”

He made his voice as gentle as possible, careful not to trigger another heart attack.

Has he ever treated anyone this kindly? The realization surprised him. He hadn’t known he had such a gentlemanly side.

“I didn’t mean to toy with you.”

“Ugh…”

“I didn’t think you’d die, either.”

“Ah, ahh…”

But with each word, she seemed to get more distressed. Finally, she couldn’t even stand, collapsing to her knees. It didn’t seem like another heart attack, but cold sweat poured from her brow.

Was there still too much force in his voice? Any less, and he might not be able to speak at all.

It was troublesome. If he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t ask any of the questions swirling in his mind. He hadn’t come up with a good solution, but as her glare turned more and more hostile, he figured he should at least clear up the misunderstanding.

He extended a tentacle to show he didn’t intend to fight, but the witch had already turned her back, crawling on all fours up the stairs to get away.

“Stop.”

Where was she going when he was just going to talk.

He called out to her. It was his first time meeting someone he could actually talk to. This was too exciting to let go.

Pinned to the floor by the power of his voice, the witch lay gasping.

“You should’ve just stayed still.”

Alnazir muttered, clicking his tongue, and tried to help her up. Or, he tried.

The ring of light that brought him into this world was too small, his arm wedged and unable to move.

He twisted to try and break the ring. The entire temple trembled and shook. The witch flattened herself to the floor in terror, clutching her head.

“Why—why, after finally succeeding, did I have to summon something this terrifying…?!”

“Am I that scary?”

Why would she be scared? This little tremor was nothing.

Alnazir truly didn’t understand. The witch shouted something else, but her words slurred together, impossible to make out. At this rate, she was no different than all the other humans who’d babbled nonsense.

…Could she really be just a human?

Alnazir narrowed his eyes, watching the witch more closely.