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

Setuna stood in front of the blue door and put her hand on the handle. The silver handle is made of metal and limp. I feel like that chill is sending out a warning to remind me to open the door, but I reckon that's not possible. This is hell. And this is the final trial. There shouldn't have been anything like throwing the trials on the way, turning back, and there was no such option from the end.

If you do that, everything will be ruined. You're going to throw out everything that's piled up in this hell. Then there's no point in going to hell. There's no point in running away.

Setsuna was able to escape the scene with a broken heart by putting a title to make her stronger. Even this, and if anything comes back to reality without being strong, I don't have a face to match what's waiting for me to return. I can't apologize.

So whatever the trial, we just have to move on.

However, it was also a fact that this trial works more intensely than previous trials, with the awareness that we want to finish every minute and every second faster, that we have to finish every moment sooner. I wanted to get out of this trouble-like lodging.

Although it was only now that I regained my composure, my heart seemed to jump out of my mouth, such as when I was pushed down by a false phalia on the one hundred and eleventh floor. My heart kept pounding even after I escaped from my room and boarded the lift, and I may have finally returned to normal thanks to the creation of a hierarchy as if I were in this ocean.

In that sense, I was in the mood to thank the impostor, who would be the Lord of the hierarchy. Always in a state of excitement, I don't have a heart.

I don't know who's waiting, and I can't imagine. Probably end up on this floor, sometimes. They should still be waiting for the upper management. And I can imagine that they must be well known figures of Setuna, all of whom would be women. The one hundred and eleventh floor was Faria. The shadows of the women who had colored Setuna's life came to mind. Miliu, Rem, Sheila, etc. and a woman who has an enthusiastic until profound affection for Setuna will probably stand as a test.

Of course, there is not a chance that anyone other than Faria will be waiting for you who has no contact or involvement with Setuna, because there is nothing more troubling. If you're someone else in red, you can silence them.

However, breaking through itself seemed less difficult than the contents of the trial had been found in earlier hierarchies.

That's why I can't be optimistic or anything at all, because in the end, Setuna loves them. Regardless, as Faria on the one hundred and eleventh floor was, neither is anyone in this room real. This is hell, not reality. But even if they were fakers, they would act like they ignored their spirituality, their personality, just like the real thing. If you try to be a setuna, it was a heap of unforgiving things, and it was natural to confront the Lord of Trials as soon as possible, and to want to stop beating him.

Readiness is determined.

When I pulled the handle and opened the door, the scent of flowers drifted from the indoor to tickle my nostrils. The scent I have smelled is immediately reminiscent of Miliu-Levaire. That should be it, too. Miliu has been in active contact from time to time, and it is no exaggeration to say that the scent she wears is stained with her nose. She weighs herself in front of irrelevant others, but she's the one who sticks around as long as she has time in the cadre, for example. It's impossible to forget the smell of her like that.

And if you see the sight that spreads ahead of you when you open the door, it's something you're sure of.

It was bright red.

The whole room was dyed in passionate red. Walls, floors, ceilings, and a host of conditioning items, everything was painted red like a flame burning in the Red Lotus, and I had to think it was like her symbolic color. Miliu liked red. I have decided to wear clothes that are red, and my hair is dyed red. And it suited me well.

When Setuna complimented her on that, she was genuinely happy.

Step into the room remembering that and close the door behind your back. Though I find some relief in not hearing water sounds like the one on the one hundred and eleventh floor, I had to keep my mind on it more than figured out by what means and methods the Milius impostors were going to attack. Alert is a lifesaver.

I'm sure this trial is testing Setuna's mind.

I suppose he seduces Setuna's heart and says he's fallen. Naturally, if you fall, you lose. You can't lose.

Swallow solidly and look down at a pair of shoes arranged on the front porch. The red shoes must belong to Miliu. Setuna was no longer convinced that the Lord of this room was a false Miliu. That's why we don't know what pops up. Though a phony, it's supposed to be Miliu based personality. If so, it is not something that I have figured out about attacking me in a way that does not have any clapping.

She was once the majority of the causes of the commotion when it occurred in The Lion's Tail.

There's no way her phony can do anything like that.

Up to the room, a little further, there is a large room on the right hand side of the little hallway. That room was the bedroom, and there was still a large sleeping area, but that circular sleeping area seemed to be moving slightly. Looking away, I found myself spinning quietly and slowly, but more concerned than that, on the bedside, this was another bright red duvet flourishing. No matter how you look at it, it just seems like someone is diving into the futon.

(Is that the guy who's gonna come after us when we get close?

I don't feel otherwise bad about being attacked by Miloo himself, and in fact, I wanted to forgive him for being attacked by a phony, although he was attacked more than once at night. It's not the phony that Setsuna cherishes, it's the real Milyu.

As he looked away at the sleeping area, which kept spinning without sound, he often contemplated. The interior is filled with the scent of Milyu's favorite flowers, with the illusion that Milyu is there. No, actually, the problem is, there's a Miryu impostor waiting in the futon.

The phony is a phony and not real.

And he twisted his head knowing that the phony was ambushing him and he needed to come all the way over.

(I took the test...)

If entering a room and getting out is a test, then getting out of the room here would be a breakthrough. After thinking that way, Setuna turned her heel back. And it was the moment I tried to get back to the front door.

"There's no escaping this far, is there?!

Unexpectedly drawn to the right, his vision is emptied by his power and he is about to lose his posture. And, it's the two hills wrapped in a bright red thin cloth that jump into my sight, from my face to there. Miliu's busty breasts are soft and resilient. Setuna knows that fact because she has experienced it more than once. And realize that the imposter reproduces Milyu near perfection. It was something I knew at the Phalia stage, but I was certain.

"Hey... I'm here"

It was Miliu who had embraced Setuna's face as she buried it in the valley of her chest, uttering a sweet, swinging voice, etc.

It was too sudden to get out instantly.