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

The lift stopped rising at the same time that the number on the electric light display board was eleven. Along with that, the discomfort that cannot be acceleration or flotation can disappear and be lost. Sometimes it was just a matter of time before Setuna could move out of the elevator for a while, even though the automatic door opened on its own and still showed a colored passage on a peach wallpaper.

And since there's nothing like the lift's automatic door closing no matter how much time has passed, it's obvious what it's suggesting to get off here, and it turns out that the trial starts on this one hundred and eleventh floor.

What kind of trial is that?

There are piles of good things that come to mind about the Lord of Trials, but I put them in my stomach and drink them down more than I know where they are.

Outside the lift, the automatic door closed. Looking back, there is no variation in the numbers on the electric light display board. There's no going upstairs, there's no going back upstairs. Setuna couldn't help but remember her unpleasant hunch about what that meant.

I mean, the trial is that this floor is just the beginning, and it's not over. After the trial here, I guess I'll have to head upstairs from the lift again.

Shake your head and turn back to the path.

The aisle seemed uniform with peachy wallpapers with red carpets, vermilion ceilings and overall warm colors. The light emitted by the fluorescent lamps installed on the ceiling is also red. The aisle is narrow and only about the size of whether two adults can pass side by side. but if this accommodation is an imaginary building, I guess that would be enough.

The aisle is divided left to right in front of the lift, but at a glance we know which way to go. There are no fluorescent lights in the left aisle. A trial awaits at the end of the passage indicated by the light.

Huh, driven by the impulse to defy the directions indicated by the Lord of Trials, but knowing that there was no point in doing so, and that it was a waste of time, he, honestly, followed the instructions. In other words, he proceeded to the passage on his right and walked under the fluorescent light.

Proceed along an unpopular, silence-wrapped aisle. Creepy serenity seemed to suggest that different kinds of trials awaited from previous ones, and I had to wonder, in fact, if that was correct. Firstly, the fact that such a modern building is prepared and awaited, in itself, is very different from previous trials.

Whether it was Lance of Designer, Rod of Envy, or Axe of Ambition, it was an understandable trial. They were all trials that could not be easily broken through, and a series of ordeals, but they were clear.

In that regard, the directions are only clear so far for this trial, and I cannot imagine what kind of trial awaits.

Rather than, should I not even want to imagine?

(Love Hotel is the guy, right here...)

Setuna roared in her chest as she conceived behind her brain from appearance to internal structure. Setsuna also doesn't know much about accommodation for a certain purpose, which other than lovers rarely use in recent years. If I had never used it, I couldn't have studied it in detail. Whether the age itself at the time is relevant or not, it won't be much. Some students at the same school were not bragging that they had used such facilities. It's simply an opportunity or not. Rather, should it be about the presence or absence of ideas? The idea of using such facilities did not exist in Setuna, where lovers and others did not like it.

but somehow he was in an irresistible awkward mood because that's almost exactly what he knows and the impression of the building he's walking in right now.

For some reason, I feel like I'm doing something bad to the fariahs.

This is a trial. Setuna didn't mean to get in, and she's not trying to use it with anyone. Something is a trial prepared to try Setuna, nothing more or less.

(... excuse me for something)

Who are you defending yourself against?

As he walked down the aisle with an indescribable emotion, he, uh, felt uncomfortable. Stop.

(Hmm...?

Looking back, the fluorescent light that had illuminated the passage I had been walking in had disappeared. Apparently, it is not recommended to return to the path that came, but the dissonance felt by Setuna is not there. It's the length of the aisle. Setsuna had been walking for quite some time since she reached this one hundred and eleventh floor. That's enough time to defend yourself without anyone after thinking about it.

From the exterior of the building, it shouldn't have been that big. I never thought I'd be walked this far for a long time, but when it comes to that, it's impossible to say that it's a skyscraper than one hundred and eleven floors. but based on the fact that this is hell and the final test of everything, it's no wonder whatever happened.

It's not weird what's waiting for us.

Setuna started walking again as she turned to the path and retightened her mind.

The aisle has been bent several times. On the left and right of the passage as if it were a maze, there were a number of doors indicating the presence of the room, with room numbers inscribed on the doors. The room number was gradually smaller and eventually the end point of the aisle was visible. In other words, I suppose the room at the penetration of the aisle is the waiting room for the trial.

Room 1 on the one hundred and eleventh floor. The doors were dyed in a darker peach color than the wallpaper, and the frames, handles, etc. were golden. I don't think it's a good hobby.

(Well... will there be ghosts or snakes)

I was ready and touched the handle of the door. Pull, open. I swallowed the spit, probably from nervousness. This is the first time I have used these facilities, even though they are close to my dreams. I also get nervous. Besides, I don't even know what's waiting for me, all the more so.

The interior of the door was still a room with a somewhat glossy atmosphere. It is clear from the exterior that this is the facility for that purpose, and although convinced by the interior, a glimpse into the room adds to the certainty. Overall, the atmosphere is different from that of the aisle. If the aisle was a shade to enhance mood, the indoor atmosphere seemed more like a shade to calm it down.

It's blue. I used plenty of blue from the walls to the ceiling to the floor, and the atmosphere was very different from the aisle. I have also heard of Setsuna that red is the color that encourages excitement and blue is the color that encourages sedation, but I do not feel that the interior of this room, for example, is not compatible with the purpose of the facility. It's also about what happened.

Second, if you looked down at your feet, the shoes of the woman's were neatly arranged for one person.

I have a client.

While further heightening the tension, Setuna closed the door in her rear hand and prepared her breath. The interior smelled like something that would only have the power to exasperate the mood or calm it down, and I inhaled it thoroughly, but there was nothing particularly flattering about it. I just don't calm down. Instead, I learned a strange rush because I remembered the scent.

(That's why... no, right?

I wanted someone to say it was misremembered, and although he ran an inner mouth about it, he couldn't deny how the scent in his memory matched the scent that was now filling his nasal cavity. The smell awakens the memory of being able to sleep at times, but the scent, too familiar to sniff, did not even bother to dig up old memories.

It was the scent of perfume that Faria used a lot.

(No way......)

There's no way that's happening, he wanted to think, but what I heard when I tried to turn down Setuna's wishes like that was the sound of the water I heard.

That's the sound of a shower, no matter what you hear.