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

The lift stops and the door opens.

On the electro-optical display board, four hundred forty-four floors. The fact that trials await every three-digit hierarchy of eyes has not changed since the beginning. What is changing is the creation of each hierarchy and the interior.

(... even so)

The trial awaits in a room at the deepest end of the hierarchy, a well-known female impostor of Setuna. That's what's happened so far, so four hundred and forty-four floors won't be the same. It's by no means strange that something suddenly comes out of nowhere else here, but then it shouldn't be a test. And that, as the Lord of Trials will know.

I didn't know who the impostor was waiting for in that deepest room until I entered the room. Initially, I thought that the interior of the entire hierarchy might also be related to the impostor, but when I think about it, I come to the conclusion that it doesn't seem to be so. Everything is just a trick to confuse Setuna.

I don't know how much the hell that means, but anyway, Setuna had to leave the lift and stumble upon the sight that spread in front of her.

The whole hierarchy was wrapped in bright, light colors, with such an atmosphere. The floors, walls and ceilings are shades that do not fit as well as the nature of this building, and I can only wonder if we would have gotten lost in a completely different place, especially if we had seen a bunch of animal stuffed animals piled up on the wall.

Isn't childcare more right than accommodation?

The passage was stretched straight forward from the lift and the light of the lighting pouring from the ceiling was calm and gentle. Everything was different from the previous hierarchy.

Turn around. It was assumed that the lift door was closed and would never open again. Even if we break through the trials, it's not this lift that uses it.

Turn forward and walk into the aisle where the stuffed animal piles up like a mountain at the wall.

(What is this... what is the intent?

Setuna wanted to ask what the organizers of this trial had in mind and for what reason they had created such a space, overlooking a pile of adorable animal stuffed animals. It is too far from the existential significance of the facility. No, of course, I know as much about this facility as it is just for trying Setuna and not the kind of building that lovers use in reality. I know, but I have to think that if I did, I might have a little more to do.

The aisle was straight anyway.

With only a straight line, the stuffed pile was uninterrupted no matter where it went. It's the type of animal that changes, but it doesn't change the sight of a stuffed animal stacked up. They are all adorable stuffed animals and are just like wondering if they would be popular with children and adults if they existed in reality.

And without those stuffed animals suddenly attacking us, we get to the penetration of the aisle. There was a door there, marked room one. I mean, between trials.

Breathe in front of the door and touch the handle. After all, the feeling of frozen metal seemed to be sending a warning to Setuna.

If he pulled the handle and stepped into the front door, Setuna understood who was waiting for him at that moment.

From the earth where a pair of shoes were placed, it was white. The walls, the building equipment, the ceiling, the conditioning items visible from the front door, everything was white, even bright and bright in the light. Can we say that the interior is the opposite of the three hundred and thirty-third floor, which was dim?

(Sheila...)

Speaking of white, it was Sheila. She has often worn black squad clothes since becoming Captain Black Beast, but when it comes to Sheila's iconic color, she is the same white as her hair color, and nothing would be more impressive than the appearance of a beast princess wearing white armor. Moreover, there is also the transformation of the white haired nine-tailed fox. White suited her well to transform her whole body into a giant beast covered in pure white body hair.

If during this trial it was created on the basis of Setuna's memories, there is no other way to wait here but for Sheila's impostors. Unthinkable things like Sheila seducing Setuna, but this is a trial. Whatever happens, it's not weird.

If you step into a large room, there is a bedroom just around the corner. When it comes to white and bright bedrooms, it's like a different kind of hierarchy. It can be said that that one room was heterogeneous in the first place, but anyway, Setsuna relieved herself heartily when she saw a bedroom that was extremely normal and well made. I was just wondering what I would do if I was in a different hobby room again.

The bunk is big. Probably the biggest compared to the room so far. The sleeping area and futon are all white, and a chunk of white duvet sits on top of that white sleeping area. It's obvious what it is. Something's wrapped around the duvet. And whatever it is, it must be the impostor who wants to set this trial up.

Setuna was puzzled when she saw a chunk of futon that showed no sign of moving, even walking over to the bedroom.

"... er"

What a voice to speak of, when I think about it.

"Wow."

A voice rose from inside the futon.

"Wah...?

"Hey what, there you are... don't be surprised..."

"Huh?"

"It's embarrassing."

That's how it was Sheila, undoubtedly, who let only a peek into her face from inside the futon. However, his face turned bright red and he still looked like he was going to cry. You're right, you seem very shy, but I don't know what you're so ashamed of. I can't swallow the situation.

"Embarrassed?"

"Become...!?

Sheila wrapped herself around the futon, looking like she was taken aback.

"Well, that's how you decide!? I've never been here before!

"Yeah......?

"Hey, what, that attitude! Why are you doing this? I...!

From what she said, I finally get an idea of the situation I'm in. Apparently, Setuna's set to bring Sheila in here. And Sheila's twirling in the futon, I guess, because she's taking off her clothes. Extremely modern garments had been taken off by the bedside.

Settings. This is a setting. Situational setting assembled by the Lord of Trials from Setuna's memory. The moment you dive through the door of the room, that setting eats into Setuna's consciousness and begins to act. I guess that was the case from the beginning, but in the first trials the action was mild and the impact small. Two hundred twenty-two floors, three hundred thirty-three floors, four hundred forty-four floors and their power seems to be gradually becoming stronger. Because Setuna realized she was already about to fall back and forth unconscious. But just because I realized it didn't mean anything.

Sheila is attracted to me.

"You mean I brought him in forcibly."

"Forced... I guess. Bye..."

"Hmm?"

"Yes, no, it's not like I didn't want to take a break either... the... yeah..."

Sheila's fingertips, slightly removed from the gap in the futon, grab the futon hard. It's not my fault that every one of those tricks invites inferiority. Initial, nasty.

Setuna was hugging her every futon as she rode from herself onto the sleeping table.