I has read many stories in which the protagonist is transported to another world. Either through death or summoning. I spent my short summer shut-in obsessively reading them while eating many tubs of ice cream. My ice cream obsession got so bad that I bought a ice cream maker machine and learned how to make both sorbet and traditional ice cream.

Now I find myself in the situation where I stand in the center of several people in a cold room made out of stone bricks. If I was like the typical Isekai protagonist I would be happy, but I am not typical. I love to laze around without being near people and engage in my hobbies in peace. My body is not fit for fighting and I lack the resolve to push through life or death situations.

Call me a pessimist, but I am not fit for the hero role. The people around me expect me to become a great hero capable of defeating the typical demon king.

“Hero, in the future you will become a great wizard!”

Said the elderly looking man in a funny hat at the point when I finally understood the situation I am in. Since I understand him I must has got a blessing which let me understand spoken language. How cliché.

Without having any chance to interject they threw me into the Royal Academy for Magic. While I was forcibly made to study there I found out I have a great aptitude for ice magic. Also for some reason the girls in the academy kept pestering me. Even got so bad that a girl mercilessly bullied one girl which was particularly persistent to seduce me.

After I graduated did the villainous girl household fall into ruin. Something about her father being guilty of treachery towards the king. Shame it did not happen to the girl which clinged to me to the bitter end. Felt kinda guilty about it so I decided to cheer up the villainous girl with vanilla ice cream I learned how to make back home on Earth.

Might be overkill to use magic to make ice cream considering that my skill with ice magic now rivals the heroes of old. Is this what people call a cheat? I wonder. Using a metal bowl, a wooden spatula and ingredients I utilized magic instead of machinery to create this frozen treat.

Animating the spatula using spirit magic, meanwhile using a ice spell meant to create frostbite wounds over time I eventually managed to make something resembling ice cream back home. Not a fruitless effort because I can now once again live out my days reading novels while gorging one ice cream.

“W- What is this...”

Said the villainous girl when she took her first spoonful of my ice cream. She looked as cute as a small animal meanwhile the girl which had been pestering me looked incredibly jealous in the distance. Before I could ask her if she wanted more she took another spoonful.

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“...maybe I should start a shop?”

I muttered and the girl in front of me looked as if she had fell in love with me. She is not a bad looker but it beats me why she would fall for someone as average looking as me. Without any chance to she grabbed my arm which was not wrapped around my bowl.

“Marry me!”

This quick development shocked me, and because I never was in a relationship before I thought it would be interesting to be in one. If I do marry her I would need to make the world safe for our children. Before this I had zero intention to play hero.

Several months later I returned from the demon king subjugation quest along with the party I gathered. A prince which used a holy sword, a female cleric which is the most powerful in the kingdom, a shadowy rogue which can rob you blind in broad daylight and myself the arch ice wizard. With this party of misfits the actual subjugation was fast. Because I only cared about results I did not pay much attention to the party itself.

The bothersome victory ceremony took a whole day and it was at that point I revealed the true reason I finally agreed to the unreasonable quest the king forced onto me.

“People of the kingdom, after the victory over the horrific demon king I realized the meaning of life for me!

For the sake of my children and my wife I vanquished the demon king. And because of that I finally can engage in my passion of making and eating ice cream.”

At the podium where I stood in front of the masses in the capital city was my wife besides me. We actually married after that I found out I has great compatibility with her, and because her house was in ruin so was status of no concern in this backwards society. As for the people around me so were they all incredibly puzzled over my motivation.

“What kind of motivation is that!?”

Cried out the elderly man I first met in this world. He probably expected me to have a hero complex or something, too bad for him then. My sense of justice and morality is a tad skewed, I can admit that.

All heroes except me got marriage proposals after the ceremony because they saw I was already taken. And thanks to the ceremony itself I got plenty of advertising for the opening of my ice cream shop in the capital city. I had secretly let my wife prepare for it meanwhile I was out murdering the demon king. I may be lazy, but I am not stupid.

With the my reputation as a hero owning the shop so was business booming, and everyone was curious about these snacks called ice cream and sorbet. Big shots like the king even entered my shop personally. Not like I will deny good PR.

In the end was demand so bad I ended up creating a chain of ice cream shops all around the kingdom. The city itself had a dozen shops in where my own shop was considered to be the best. Introducing the concept of franchising to this world truly was a good move.

From zero to hero. From hero to shopkeeper. Such was life for me in this other world from Earth. It took many years for me to finally revert back to my old lifestyle of just reading books and eating ice cream again. With no way to go back to Earth I am now content with just living with my family now. Maybe living in this world changed me. I do not mind being alone any more and I am more social.

To think that ice cream was my reason to save the world.