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

(Though...)

Getting your hands off the handle doesn't make you feel like going up indoors, partly because you know who's waiting.

Rem is second only to Miliu in headache.

On a daily basis, I know you work healthy and dedicated as a loyal servant of Setuna, and I appreciate it, and I appreciate it. Nor have I forgotten to show my gratitude with words and deeds. but she was the one who made the noise that sometimes I couldn't imagine if that wasn't enough for her. The many disturbances that seem to clear up the accumulated depression make me want to hold my head just to evoke it now. Even that can be one of her favorites because of the fact that she usually, everywhere, is eager to work for Setsuna, and although everyone knows that she thinks of Setsuna. If she was my most selfish person, she would have hated me every time I made such a commotion.

Setsuna doesn't hate Rem either. Rather, I love it, including making noise.

(We have to go... right?

I just asked myself, and the answer is out. To finish the trial, you must go inside the room and defeat the false temptation of the waiting Rem.

(Fake. I'm a phony)

Tell you what, step indoors.

Setuna, the moment she went in the back and put her bedroom in sight, froze on the spot a little bit unexpectedly.

The creation of the rooms was also very different in each room, as was the hierarchy, but room 333 may have been the most surprising of the three rooms we have ever toured.

The first thing that popped into my sight was the white complexion where the faint light of the lighting came up in the dark. There was a girl sitting on top of her bunk. A body that has stopped growing for more than a decade is too luxurious. He's still thirteen, so naturally. Besides, she wasn't well developed. It was Lem who died in such a state and was provisionally given his first life, which has not changed since Setuna became Lord. Her physical age remains at thirteen, stopping.

but what Setsuna did a little bit was not that she sat up naked and was waiting for Setsuna.

The structure of the bedroom was the problem. Firstly, the sleeping table on which Lem's impostors were sitting was circular, reminding him of two hundred and twenty-second floors in that respect, but the differences in the structure of black duvets and of the duvets and the bedroom itself were clear, and that drained Setuna's cirrhosis. A non-rotating circular sleeping table, something glistened over its head. If you look up, you will notice that the ceiling is mirrored, and you will also find that the three walls surrounding the bedroom are mirrored when you look closely.

I had to assume it was an unparalleled creation of a room before.

And when Setuna was stunned, Rem opened his mouth.

"Isn't it not manly to keep a woman waiting naked? Your husband."

"... who could have waited?"

Setuna accidentally poisoned Lem's impostors, who had asked him with a voice that was not an exaggeration, even if it was himself. The opponent is a phony. I don't mind. More importantly, this is a trial. You don't have to fight on the same mound as your opponent. We had to create a situation where this one could be a little advantageous, and we had to maintain that state of affairs. I haven't lost sight of myself yet.

Setuna let her gaze wander, taking care not to look at Lem's nudity as hard as she could, but everywhere she looked, there was a reflection of Lem sitting in the center of her bedroom, and she didn't want to be dazed. My eyes are getting used to the darkness of the room. Because of this, even the thin lights had become too much light, and the white skin of the lem reflected in the walls and ceilings was on my eyes. If I looked up at the ceiling, I could see it from the top of Lem's head, and if I looked behind it, I could see her back. On the left and right walls, her little breasts are reflected.

"And what is this room? I can't believe it's mirrored. It's a bad taste."

"Don't say that in such a terrible way that it's a bad taste. In the mirror are two figures who love each other from the bottom of their hearts. Be sure to burn it in your eyes and engrave it deep into your memory."

and so on, and the fake of Lem waves a hot valve. He looked so much like Rem himself until he got to every one of those action moves that his brain seemed to misidentify him. If you're a lem, you must come back to me like that.

"... well, it will be remembered"

"Then why don't you"

"Aren't you ashamed?"

"Of course, I'm ashamed"

Rem embraced his body as if he remembered, hiding around his chest. I don't know, but I'll show it between the reds. And they say unexpected things.

"However, it is your husband's hobby preference request -"

"Wait a minute."

"Yes?"

"I'm an evil hobby, you got it?

"Ha..."

Rem tilted his neck to show that it was Setuna's reaction that he could not understand.

"Was it your husband who designated this room?

"What's going on?!

Setuna accidentally bared her voice and waved her arms loudly.

"Who would designate a room like this! I don't know, I've never been here before, and I don't want to come!

"Just kidding. The truth is, are you excited about the memorial coming true? I don't have a problem with it…"

"What do you mean! You mean, what do you think I am!?

Setsuna wanted to hold her head against someone who had no idea what this one was saying. As it happens, Lem can push off forcefully and forcefully. In that case, no matter how much reason or argument is arranged, it doesn't work. And if you confronted Lem who did, it was Setuna who would lose the roots.

"Didn't you promise"

Rem tells me in a sneer. He looked glossy by the time his slightly uplifted face was unusual.

"Night games for cooking laundry cleaning, everything," he said.

"What are you..."

"I've been waiting for this to happen with your husband... and he just cares about me... I wish you could use it as much as you like, such as me"

"Like it... Use it?

I wonder what she's talking about. That question came to mind and disappeared.

"That's right. I am your master's first servant. Whatever your husband wants..."

(Huh...?

When he realized, he was walking to be drawn to the bedroom. And when I get to the sleeping table, the girl, who had remained sitting on the sleeping table, approaches me so that I can crawl, pull Setuna's hand, and pull her over the sleeping table. Setuna couldn't resist anything. No, I didn't even feel like resisting, that's more true. It's like being invited to a sweet dream, attracted to a lem, and going up to the bedroom. If Rem sat in his original position and fell asleep, Setuna took the form of a covering on her. My face is reflected in Rem's red eyes.

"Does your husband not like me?

"That can't be happening"

If you didn't like it, you wouldn't have done it to your servant in the first place, and you wouldn't have tried to give him a provisional first life. At that time, I reached out to her not only because she wanted help. I had a favor. I didn't hate her. I wanted him alive. Therefore I reached out and was pleased from the bottom of my heart that she had taken my hand. That doesn't seem like a long time ago.

"I will be your master."

"I..."

I don't know.