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

Setsuna acknowledged that the discomfort would be amplified even more as she saw the Millews begin to take off his clothes.

Though I don't know because I've never been in a situation like this, that's why I couldn't imagine them moving into such behavior, and I was only uncomfortable. Miliu in particular looks aggressive at first sight and is his wife and first. Faria is my wife, and Sheila was neglected by those things. Not even Rem figured out how to get out when that's the situation. They wear masks. No, they're not the only ones. Human beings are all masked and alive. And it's the creature called man who does it by replacing the mask according to the circumstances.

I mean, in a situation like this, Miliu might also be prepared and rather aggressive, but even so, if we tried from Setuna as it stands now, everyone was just a chunk of discomfort. Everybody only thinks about loving each other with Setuna. It was obviously strange not to look and not think about anything else.

It's not possible.

Even Faria, too responsible, is desperate to get her clothes off Setuna.

"You don't think I want this situation somewhere in my mind, do you?

Whoever it was, the four hands stopped. Look at this one, make it right.

"What are you talking about?

"Yes, Setuna. What's the matter with you?

"Don't you like being taken off?

Well, that would be embarrassing.

Four beauties known to Setuna. Faria, Miliu, Rem, Sheila. Everyone looks exactly like them in Setuna's memory, and they're there with the exact same look. But that's what's weird. It's unnatural. It is the usual girlfriends that Setsuna knows, and although they are extremely close, I have never seen the look on their faces that can be placed in these situations, and I therefore have to feel uncomfortable. In this situation, will it show the usual reaction? Will you be more aggressive than usual?

"No."

The moment I told him, the four figures became golden particles and scattered. As if a golden snowstorm were to blow, my vision is enveloped in a bright light.

"Oh, light."

Looking back at his voice, which seemed a little unfortunate, a mail-of-doer was sitting down in a chair as big as a throne. Is it ironic that Faria and the others are wearing the same golden outfits they were wearing? The underwear outfit was more accentuated because her chest was bigger than Miliu's or Sheila's, her hips were creased, and her limbs were something that drew sensual curves. When it comes to underwear or limbs, which is pulling it off, it would be both.

"Don't think you can seduce me with that stuff."

When Setuna glanced at him, the witch laughed funny at him for finding something.

"Instead, you're responding well. Your body is really honest."

From the position of the Mail of Dotor's remarks and gaze, Setuna stirred. At some point, I'll put back on the clothes that were firmly stripped off and correct my place of residence. In fact, Setuna's body was reacting to the fake beauties.

"And you're not talking about this."

In retrospect, thinking there was an excuse, the witch only laughs.

"Really? Same thing."

"Mind and body, except"

Nevertheless, it is not entirely separate. I understand that psychological states, mental states, have some action or effect on the flesh, and vice versa. Mentally weak when your health is draining. Mind and body are not necessarily inseparable. but that's also not exactly the same thing. That's Setuna right now. The body reacted, but the mind shook off.

"Right. Exactly."

Mail of Dotor smiles glossy. That spare attitude is obtrusive, but as things stand, Setuna couldn't help it.

This is a trial.

If you don't break through the conditions of the trials presented, you won't get the keys. It's not just a trial to kill someone. It wouldn't make any sense to leave it to anger to beat the mail-of-doer here right now. Rather, it is possible that he will be judged disqualified and will never be tried again. There's nothing here but listening to them.

"But if it were, wouldn't you think about it like this? What the hell is the point of this trial? Don't you doubt it?

"It's..."

Sure, that's not the way to think either.

But it does not come to the conclusion that the training of the mind, the training of the soul, is meaningless. Because the purpose of Setuna's workout is to create herself to truly use the Black Spear Chaos Blinger and the Six Families, for which it is important to build her heart and soul.

"Wouldn't it make any sense to just train your mind in this hell than your mind and body are separate? For example, if your mind is stronger than anyone else's, and your flesh remains weak, do you think these training days made sense?"

"... the flesh has its limits"

"Right. That's right, too."

The Mail of Doater gives me a full grin. It wasn't a mistake to feel as though it was a female teacher giving passing grades to her favorite students. The Mail of Doater was changing from a golden outfit to a suit, a golden temple and a classroom without anyone. It was an instant event. No, it's early enough that the word momentary is even raw.

When I realize it, Setuna herself is also changing. He went from black to student clothes, sat in a chair, and watched a mail-of-doer standing on the stage.

"Although varied by species, there are limits to building flesh. But in my heart, my soul doesn't have it. So you were made to hell. To this infinitely deep, infinitely unconscious prison of souls."

The blackboard indicated by the instruction stick depicted what seemed to be the structure of hell. Hell was multi-layered, and the Demon King's Palace seemed to be on the lowest level. And the directions to that demon king's palace describe the three trials Setuna has broken through. Michido, Arigaki Hill, Kenno.

As far as the maps drawn on the blackboard are concerned, Setuna was supposed to have followed a bullshit path, but apparently followed the directions to reach the Demon King's Palace.

"To strengthen our souls, to follow us, to be able to carry my Lord in our hands"

"... no way, what a farewell. And what the hell is this imitation?"

"The Secret Love Road Between Beautiful Teachers and Boys Students...... Isn't It Pretty Nice?

From the look of the mail-of-doer with his torso on the parish table, I didn't let him feel the majesty of his position as a family member of the black spear. However, it is also true that you have to be attracted to outfits that must open your chest wide and emphasize its overly rich double hills. The Mail of Dotter is perfumed to smell, even when dressed as a schoolgirl.

"I didn't come here to do that."

"That's not what I said."

When he accidentally breathed in his ear, his vision was empty and he stirred. It's too late for that. The peachy light is pouring down from the ceiling, and then I realize that the mail-of-doer in the female teacher is trying to cover herself. I can't get a move on the fuzzy bunk. What exactly is the reason?

"It is lust that I command. Enjoy yourself until you run out of energy and roots and everything melts into place."

The witch's glossy mane was like a fierce beast that captured its prey.