Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

The figure of Nyu-Dee, who arms herself in such a manner as to emphasize her proud breasts, was troubling, and where she wanted to watch for a while, but instead of figuring out what kind of tail she would put on and report to Emil if she did so, Ruufa proceeded indoors, trying to shake off her troubles.

"Always a good day, Mr. Nyu"

If you talk to me, Nyu turned this way. I'm going to look at this one as I arm myself to lift my busty chest. Beautiful at all times, fleshy limbs won't stop catching a man's eye. She doesn't want to stop dressing like that, even because of the exciting clothes that accentuate her limbs.

"You're the one who's tired, aren't you? Fly around every day. Oh, my God."

"Hey, it's gonna be training, and it's not as hard as it sounds."

"You're serious about that, you"

"I wonder what's not serious about it."

"Sa 'an?

"Oh, I'll tell you what, I've never cheated on you before, have I?

"I know that, too. It's a long way to go."

"Yes."

When Ruufa nodded forcefully, Nyu laughed bitterly, seemingly ridiculously. But if you try it as a ruufa, there is nothing but a natural reaction.

The center of the watchtower observation room is the seat of the patron saint Malik. It is a thick wall that separates the center from the surroundings, and usually Nyu is inside that wall and should be discussing or getting along with Malik, but apparently not today. That didn't make me wonder about Ruufa.

"You haven't rarely messed up today."

As Ruufa approached him, Nyu looked sinister. Even with a face like that, beauty is only good for gain because she is beautiful.

"Who?"

Mr. Nyu and Mr. Malik.

"You know, I'm just protecting Master Malik."

"Yes, yes, the usual entrustment is fine, so how is Master Malik?

"You..."

Ruufa's words made Nyu look indescribable. This is exactly what happens when you don't have an island. It's always the opposite position, so it would be nice once in a while, Ruufa thought. Sometimes, this one should take the lead.

Nyu returned to a serious look when he gave up something.

"Master Malik seems to be thinking something, so it's a bad idea to get in the way, so he's waiting here."

That's how the side of Nyu who sees the seat of the Patron Saint doesn't have the same brightness as usual. Nyu, who preceded Malik, always seems happy.

"I see. That's Nyu, the prospect of anything about Master Malik."

"So."

"Hey, you're not the one who can do great things with God."

"... I think I'll tell Mr. Gloria and Emil"

To a word that has been called a bobble, Ruufa gets angry.

"What?"

"Malik said he was gonna bully me."

"Who would believe such a joke?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be in terrible shape no matter what."

"Ugh..."

Luufa swallowed the words, visioning Emil, who truly takes the joke and tears, and Gloria, who would find joy in stuffing Luufa while identifying the joke as a joke. Being stuck in Gloria is not a coincidence, even as usual, being crying by Emil. That's exactly what I wouldn't expect to live for.

For Ruufa, Emil is nothing but more important than his own life.

"Just kidding."

"I'm joking, too."

"Pick someone to joke about."

"That's why you're choosing."

"I would go?

"Aren't you with me and Mr. Nyu?"

"What kind of friends?"

Nyu laughed in agony. Then,

"It's a beautiful thing to be close to..."

"That."

"Dear Malik!

Nyu, as he heard voices coming from the central room, turned his blood phase and flipped himself, jumping into the room. That early work, how much she cared about Malik, and Ruufa might as well make fun of it, was enough.

As Ruufa followed Nyu into the patron saint's seat, the patron saint Malik sat in the center of the room. He emitted a divine light, he said, putting his hands on his feet and meditating. At first glance he looks like a boy, but his figure with a pale light is clearly not that of one. Being a distant and elevated being of a different dimension than man, he cannot be seen divinely in the human eye. Directly looking at it was also a gleam.

"... I'd like you to join me."

Malik shook his head quietly as Nyu and Ruufa knelt down against Malik, who stood up in a joking tone with others.

"You can do as you always do. You don't have to respect me."

Malik has always been. I didn't want as much as I could to treat myself like a god. I guess it's his desire, as it has long been, to treat him like the Four Great Heavenly Samurai Malik-Majik place, but unfortunately, there was no one left to treat him that way. Naturally. He's a god. How come it's real where it's up? Who can treat God like a human being? Even his old friend, even his former boss, Syville-Swordwin, cannot forbid tension in front of him.

God is such a thing.

It is extremely absolute for human beings, it is normal to lay low, honor and rare. It's not usually something you can do, such as treat it as a companion. Even though, Lyohan leaves it to the protection of Malik God. Malik, without the grace of God, Lyohan will not stand. Respect is impossible, just like in the human age.

I guess that's what Malik knows.

It's usual to see the reaction of the Luufa's and laugh pathetically.

"By the way, what business is Ruufa on?

"I left a letter for you."

"From proxy?

Instead of handing Malik the letter he took out of his nostalgia directly, Ruufa gave it to Nyu, the patron saint officer. Nyu respectfully offers Malik without checking the contents. When Malik said, he opened the letter he received from Nyu and glanced at the contents, looking boringly at such a formal exchange. And smile.

"Proxy treats me like a child."

In such a way, he looked extremely happy, and Ruufa glanced at Nyu and glanced over his shoulder.

"You're worried about me. You don't have to worry about anything. Well, Miriam knew me, and so did the kids, I suppose."

So maybe he's happy.

The wording of Miriam's letter, which now sees him as an extension of the old Malik-Majik, struck his mind. Regardless, Miriam is not unaware that Malik is protecting this Lyohan as his patron saint. I have visited this place many times to see the Patron Saint. Besides, I didn't forget to honor the patron saint as a patron saint.

But in the letter, they don't.

Miriam, who only remembers Malik as a human being and a child, can't help but worry.

"Miriam would be better served with a letter."

Nyu also loosened his cheeks to Malik's remarks, which seemed somewhere delightful.