When My Doorbell Rang at 5am, I Got a Wife - Chapter 8: "This is the Goddess's Emblem (Doya!)

Chapter 8: “This is the Goddess’s Emblem (Doya!)”

“I mean, no matter how you look at it, it’s just something I did in a late-night high-tension state, and it’s an embarrassing black history that I’ll be ashamed of when I wake up in the morning.”

“I’m 80%, no, 100% serious.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Wait, so the summoning to another world can happen just like that? No, no, that can’t be true.”

“But, surprisingly, that’s exactly what happened.”

“Ah, I get it. This is a prank, right? There’s actually someone with a placard hidden outside the door, monitoring the situation, right? Why didn’t I realize that? It’s the most likely scenario.”

“Gosh~ You sure are a doubtful one, Yuusha-sama♡”

“I think it’s natural to be suspicious when something like this happens to you out of the blue. Common sense, right?”

“You had a rare talent for summoning someone to another world. Congratulations.”

“What kind of talent is that?”

Erika clapped her hands, and I couldn’t help but smile wryly.

“The world is full of all kinds of talents. Like distinguishing between male and female chicks, or determining whether an actress’s breasts are real, or standing an egg vertically. Standing an egg vertically may not be useful in life, but it’s an exceptional talent that everyone will find impressive.”

“Y-Yeah… I kind of and at the same time don’t really understand…”

I wish you could explain it in a late-night anime-esque way?

I think my understanding as an anime otaku would speed up if so.

I’m pretty good at Gundam and Zoids.

“So, you basically understood about half of it.”

“Erika is really a positive thinker huh… Oh, by the way, uhm.

“Yes, what is it?”

“Is there anything that proves that Erika is from another world? I mean, the setting is so unrealistic that it’s hard for me to believe it at first glance.”

“It’s not a setting.”

“Even so, Erika speaks Japanese very fluently, and we can communicate with each other without any problems. And you look like a native Japanese person, so when you say you’re from another world… Like, yeah?”

If only she had blue eyes and platinum blonde hair, it would be more convincing that she’s from another world.

“That’s true, then please take a look at this.”

Erika said that and took out a small pendant she was wearing around her neck from inside her clothes—from the cleavage of her breasts.

Wasn’t that, like super amazing?

I mean, she just took that out from between her breasts, right?

Which means it was sandwiched between her breasts you know?

Damn it!

What a deep cleavage!

And I was squeezing something like that earlier!?

“Yuusha-sama?”

“No, no, it’s nothing, it’s nothing. … So, what is that?”

Once again, when my brain started to think about breasts, I quickly tried to cover it up, and the girl showed me the pendant as if to tease me.

“This is the emblem of the goddess! (Doya!)”

“Oh, so this is the emblem. It’s the one that the vice-shogun of Mito often uses. I’ve never seen it in person—wait, uwah, what!?”

At that moment.

The Goddess’s Emblem emitted a mysterious light, and I felt a circuit being built in my head—

“This person has been reborn in another world. Goddess”—what is this, ouch…”

I suddenly felt an image flowing into my head, and in that instant, I understood at a soul level that Erika had been reborn in another world.

“This has the Goddess’s secret divine magic, ‘Brainwashing,’ which makes the other person understand that I was summoned to another world, skipping all the reasoning, logic, and convincing, so you could understand it at a soul level.”

Erika puffed out her chest.

Her breasts softly rippled with the momentum.

Damn it!

These assertive breasts are irresistibly charming to me…!

But for now, let’s put the breasts aside.

Indeed, I had instinctively accepted that Erika had been summoned from another world, skipping all the reasoning and logic that would usually come with it.

“I can’t explain it well, but I feel a deep sense of understanding from the bottom of my heart. So, this is what magic is like.”

“Yes, it’s like a magic passport that the Goddess gave me so that I, who was summoned to another world, wouldn’t have trouble proving my existence.”

“Wow, magic really exists… But if there’s such a convenient item, why didn’t you show it to me from the beginning? The pointless argument at the door was completely unnecessary, wasn’t it?”

If all it t

ook was showing the proof, then what was the point of all the pointless conversations we had so far…?