Black Summoner

- Trysen Magic Knights headquarters

"Ugh, what... what's this...?

Clive wakes up. Waking up sucked, it was like after a nightmare. My cheeks and feet are sore and my body is terrible.

"This, the ceiling... is this my room? Right, Kuk! Did I survive...!

My body remains in bad shape, but a laugh comes from the depths of my heart. Too bad I couldn't kill that shitty black robe, but this created a chance. If you can't beat him, you can use his people.

"Yes, now with my fascinating eyes..."

Looks like you're awake.

When Clive turned right, there was a well-known blonde figure there.

"What is it, Tristan?"

Looking around, it looks like Clive as well as his women knights. He stands surrounded by Clive, who is put to sleep in his own bed.

"Even the kittens, is it my treat? That's right, Tristan, that was a great time! You rescued me a lot!

"No, no, your body, the reincarnator, is a treasure of the world. Until I did what I deserved."

"Ugh, you really know me! You've pushed me to be the General of the Magic Knights, but Tristan knows exactly what it's worth."

"It was just when my predecessor General was quit... and I really miss you two years since you came to Trysen"

"I've been giving you good thoughts ever since. Yes, thank God for any girl you like."

I felt uncomfortable when Clive tried to get out of bed. My hands, my arms, my neck, my chest, my legs, everything in my body was restrained with stringy objects and I couldn't move.

"... Huh? Tristan, what's this?

"Have you finally noticed? Out of the blue, haven't you awakened your dull head yet?

Point your index finger at your temples, and Tristan distorts your mouth.

Clive has seen this Tristan grin. It's a laugh when Tristan was mocking Dan of the Knights of Steel when he responded to the convocation in a whim. When doing this, Tristan is always up to something. It's a habit I spotted because I'm a homogeneous person, Clive, who had a relative friendship with Tristan.

Sweat seeps into Clive's forehead.

"Oh, come on, stop joking."

"A joke? What is a joke? Mixed Warcraft Regiment, and Magic Knights, have you come back to congrat and flee, losing to a single adventurer?"

"What are you talking about? Isn't that what you asked me to talk about? Besides, the only men I took were the Magic Knights!

"What are you talking about? It was Clive, you who gave orders to the executives of my Mixed Warcraft Regiment, and hence to the monsters under his command, and to more than half the army."

"Don't be stupid!

Get out of the restraint or I'll give you strength.

"This much string, if it behaves in my magic..."

"It's no use. It's a magic item that seals the subject's magic. Only a prince or a general Dan can get out on his own. Oh, and by the way, I am telling the King that you have died in battle."

"... you, what's the purpose"

Throw blameworthy gaze, but where does Tristan blow the wind?

"I told you, didn't I? Regardless of the contents, your body (...), the reincarnator, is a treasure. This world, the otherworlds are rare, but the reincarnated are more rare than that. In some cases, more than we can meet at a hundred years level. You can't possibly miss such flesh."

Tristan sends an eye signal to the female knights who were nearby. When the female knights parted left and right, the table-shaped handheld trolley behind them entered Clive's sight. Something seems to be on that trolley.

One of the female knights pushes the trolley to the front of Tristan.

"Come on, kittens, what are you doing! I'm the protagonist!? Hurry up and help!"

"It's no use. Did you think you could wrap up and hide that you were fascinated by the Magic Knights as much as you used your A-level cover-up skills? Until now, the country has been silent because it was worth it to you. Trysen is meritocracy, so if it's worth it, it's acquiesced. But you failed. It was easy after that. The Magic Knights also became mine in the form of proxies."

"What...!?

Tristan takes what was placed in the trolley. It was a dagger, wrapped in a disastrous atmosphere.

"You purchased a large quantity of weapons from merchants in and out. It's amazing. It's all a cursed weapon. Wow, what an egg shape this is."

"Hey, what are you doing...?

"It's okay, I won't kill you. Because it's an important, important body."

Gusari. A slightly rusty dagger blade pierces Clive's right shoulder.

"Oh, oh...!

"It hurts enough to pass out when it's something cursed, doesn't it? But don't worry. I won't let that happen."

Exercise summons. A monster like Baku appears on Clive's pillow.

"This dream-eating bondage (Incubac) is very weak, but it has the power to free emotions by eating dreams. Look, like this."

Dream eating tie (Incubak) moves his mouth over Mogmog and Clive's head. Then Clive's consciousness, which was distant with pain, gradually returns to reality.

- Naturally, but the pain doesn't go away.

"Hey, hey, hey...!

"You're awake. People talk to the end of the story. Here."

As consciousness crowds at the boundary between reality and dreams, Clive squeezes his power and sees Tristan fingering. There was a pink claw over the heads of the female knights.

The lids of the female knights are slowly closed.

"By transferring the dreams they took from you to them, you satisfy the desires they want most now. Isn't it fascinating, like hypnosis?"

"Ma'am, come on..."

"It's okay, as you've always said, if they really love you, they'll do what you want."

A leading female knight advances to Clive and takes possession of the prey placed on the trolley.

"Oh, don't worry, they have a simple curse prevention wrapped around their hands."

"Hey, hey -"

The female knight shook it up. That's Rapier. The blow, carried out in a motion familiar with handling, decides the leg.

―――

"Whoa, it just so happens she wasn't in the mood. But there are still a lot of your men. Someone will surely reward you. Mm, HP is about to be awkward. You and you, take turns restoring the General. You'll be delighted."

The nominated female knight broke her mouth with a nigga.

"Bo Bo Me Ugh, SONNA OH!!!

"Oops, sorry. From now on, I'm in a meeting. I won't be back for a while, so enjoy it for a few weeks or so. We are also ready to add a weapon of curse, so feel free."

"Keep it up."

"Bye."

- Gachari. Ruthlessly, the door closes. Outside the slightly visible door is a queue of female knights. It has only ever been a sight of bliss, and now it is only a nightmare.

Clive had to keep having nightmares he wouldn't wake up to for a while.

Let it sound like a cutlet and a creepy footsteps hallway, and Tristan walks in a good mood.

(1342 prepared weapons combined. I'd say boulders to Zildra, collected in this short period of time, but you also had some crude products. You'll still need time until you get used to Clive's body. Well, you won't be sick of yourself by then. But it's going to be a good monster)

The Magic Knights headquarters was unnaturally quiet. I don't even hear a scream outside.

(My brother Kashel also had only a small amount of talent, so if he never left the house, I would have grown him up fine as my subordinate... well, he was a cautious, murderous, hobbyist pervert, so I knew he didn't need it. Well -)

"There is only a few moments left before the declaration of war on all nations. You're having fun."