I lost my husband in an accident two years ago and became a single mother, and one day I was summoned to another world with my son.

The humans who summoned us called my son a hero and were trying to fight the resurrected Demon King.

It’s ridiculous to have my son, who is in the first grade of junior high school, fight against monsters! After struggling, I was treated as an obstacle and left alone in the monster’s den.

It was the demons, who were supposed to be enemies of humans, who helped me, who was waiting for death.

As I spent time together, my emotions grew, but peaceful days do not last long.

The only weapon I can use to counter many challenges is to use my cooking skills and dexterity.

I won’t die until I meet my son!