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

"Well, that's why if I'm not going to teach you our true name, I'm not going to say it."

The mail-of-doer, with his manly eyes, went. She's a beautiful woman, but it never means she has a more beautiful face than anyone else. If you're more beautiful than a mail-of-doer, there seems to be some. At least Azmaria, the most beautiful woman in the world, is more beautiful. However, when it comes to which one can attract more men, will there be an increase in armaments in the Mail of Dotter? That's not to say that the Mail of Dotter doesn't wear anything, because it's in a stark state. It was like that, with its provocative nagging, wet lips, and every part of it that creates the current look stimulates a man's instincts.

So Setuna had to get her mind back together, and I thought she had to do everything she could to resist being enthralled by the Mail of Dotter. On the bedside, which should also be a one-room altar like the Golden Temple, the Mail of Doater invites Setuna to sit down. If I was at all alarmed, at that moment, I was going to be fascinated by the witch's magic and jumping on the sleeping table.

"Then you can stay a Mail-of-doer."

"You don't have a choice. It's not like there's another name."

"... right"

Nod, I'll break that it doesn't matter. As for the real names of Mail of Dotor, Lance of Designer and, at the end of the day, Chaos Bringer, it was not about thinking at this moment, etc. At least, it shouldn't have anything to do with the trial. If it has anything to do with it, it would be a question raised from the first trial. But there was no such story in the yawn when Lance of Designer, when Rod of Envy, or when Axe of Ambition. I mean, it has nothing to do with trials.

And then I don't have time for that.

I didn't come here to talk to you like that.

"Yeah, right"

When the Mail of Dotor had a luscious grin, he made sure to insert his right hand between his hidden crotches with a futon. The fleshy limbs would still look exciting and sensual, especially for men, and the fact is, Setuna also had to be desperate to protect her consciousness from the magic of that seductive limb. Otherwise, you will be deprived of consciousness in an instant and you will lose sight of yourself.

The witch slammed her groin and raised her right hand. A peach key floats over a thin, supple palm. The key seemed glossy because it was somehow wet and reflected a golden light full of indoors.

"You've come to take this key. 'Cause that's the test, and it's the ritual you need to see that one."

The Mail of Dotter brilliantly tells me. Every one of those expressions, tricks, inspires a man's inferiority. Therefore, Setuna had to shake it off.

"Where are you taking it from?"

"Well, where is it?

"... you're in the futon anyway"

I don't know.

She went, making sure to give her the key toward us and put it up. All I said was that the look I would try was the prospect of Setsuna's imagination, and I hope that imagination was the right answer.

"This key is very important. It is the key that our Lord needs to get to the place where he sits. It's more important and valuable than our lives. You think the perfect place to hide it is in the futon?

"... it doesn't matter"

When told to cut it off, the Mail of Dotter slightly distorts his expression.

"Boring man. Hey. At times like this, it's better to answer with your face in bright red, you know?

"You couldn't be here for something like that."

"I didn't say that."

"It's the same thing."

"It's the same, but it's not. This is important."

The Mail of Dotter is going to teach gently.

"Unless you're saying the same word, there's no way you can be accepted into different meanings. So that the word" like "and" love "can be taken in a different way, even though it's ultimately the same."

"What do you want?

"If you want to tell them the same thing, you have to use the same word. Advice. You can call that a warning. Sometimes a wrong choice of words can lead to a fatal failure."

"... advice, it hurts"

Setsuna listened to the words of Mail of Dotor because the advice itself seemed to make no mistake. In fact, the problem, the word, is difficult. There is a slight mistake in the choice of words that makes a mistake in the mind. This is especially true between men and women. It's someone else in red. There's probably no way we can understand everything from one word to the other.

"Oh, honestly. Yes, that's fine."

"What?"

"Take it honestly. All about your own instincts, lust, inferiority"

I guess it was too late when I thought both eyes of the Mail of Dotor glowed demonically.

"You just have to spit everything out"

"Tell me what..."

I'm here.

That said, Setuna lost her word precisely because she realized she was fitted during the Mail of Dotor operation.

Setuna, at some point, was on the bunk. The golden temple, half-naked on its bedside, which should be called the altar. And try to surround him, there were women. Faria, Miliu, Rem, Sheila - The women who had stood trial before, wore remarkable golden outfits that exposed most of their skin, surrounding Setuna. No, it's not like I can call it a costume. Shouldn't it be more correct to call it skin wear or something more remarkable than that? At the very least, the area covering the skin was far less than the coarse clothing and almost completely naked. But while they were dressed like that, they showed no shame, rather as if they were drunk in this situation.

"I kind of want to dream"

Faria came. She's trying to get tangled up in Setuna's right arm, and she's looking at this one in an inadvertent way. That dull look is something that Setsuna would never have imagined if she hadn't shown it once. The feel of the pressed chest is accompanied by a sense of reality.

"Yeah, it's not a dream."

is, Miliu. She intertwines her whole body to put her full weight on Setuna's left arm, still staring at this one with a delightful look on her face. Same as Faria. It's completely irrational. Only instinct was poking and moving her. The sensation of fleshy soft skin irritated the whole body from the left arm.

"That's right. This is reality."

With a sweet voice, Rem whispers. The most luxurious, she crosses over Setuna's lap and buries her face in her chest, as if to exploit that little body privilege. She also wears a golden outfit, but even her luxurious body is still remarkable and extremely exciting.

"Whatever. I'm happy now."

Sheila was the one who raised her happy voice from the bottom of her heart. She was trying to put her face on Setuna's left thigh and tangle her whole body around her stretched leg. She seemed to have a generous chest from her uniform, and even seemed to see the base of her leg, but she didn't seem to be passing through.

Setsuna dressed her whole body like it was dominated by four women, but it wasn't even plain because the four of them were showing four, extremely full of happiness, and Setsuna herself, realised that the supreme happiness was here.

It's like a dream.