Sevens

In the treasure ball.

A conference room where a round table usually exists and has historical contemporaries.

There, the round table is obsolete and a circular ring appears.

Around, the first and second generation of weapons floated on the wall.

Historical principals are pulling into their memory rooms. Apparently, I sent you ahead to explain the situation.

"Pfft, give me something I should get done at last. But I can't be the only one ahead. But...... that's spectacular!

A spin on the spot to see the surroundings had brought women, including Nowem, up into the ring.

Nowem.

"La, Master Lyell? Um, what the hell are we doing here... No, I can understand what you're trying to say, but what's here in the first place?

I know there's something like a mountain I'd like to hear, but I can explain as many details as I want later.

"Don't worry about the details. What, now all you have to do is talk to each other with your fists. Easy, isn't it?"

Nowem was looking around with a subtle look on his face.

It is Monica who is in the preparatory movement.

"I don't know why I've come to be aware of places like this...... but if you tell me to do it, I'll join this monica, even if I hate it!

He's pretty motivated, but he doesn't seem to like it. I smiled at my lovely Monica, who challenges my orders with all my might.

"That's good, that's intent! We have something to say to each other, and we have grievances. But if there are circumstances you can't tell...... you should fight!

Clara, with a bright red face, came to me holding the cane she usually had.

"No, you know... when Mr. Nowem and the others really bump into each other, it's a hell of a thing."

I smiled at Clara and raised my right hand to the shoulder position to make the weapon appear.

Nowem looks at Sole.

"I heard that Lord Lyell's... was broken?

"This space is convenient. So it's okay to do this."

I cut my left arm deep and there was blood coming from it. Pain is less than usual.

Look at Sole, Aria.

"What are you doing! Or did you just..."

Aria, who was only fit to resist, has protested about how she still can't forgive me for kissing her. Until earlier, I was confused, but I think I got back on my feet.

"No problem. It'll heal soon. Here."

As the wound disappeared and so did the blood, May watched the door leading to the fifth generation memory room.

"Huh, it's a space where you can do that. I guess it's convenient. It's just, why did you bring him into a place like this and beat us up?

May doesn't seem convinced yet.

Eva, for some reason, has a fallen in love look, flirtatious.

"The accumulated depression (woop) should dissipate somewhere. I mean, I can't punish Nowem and Miranda for acting for me. However, if we're dissatisfied with each other, we just need to beat each other up in this space. You can ignore the rules until it's refreshing."

Miranda put her hands on her hips with Nowem on guard.

"Then me and Nowem are just as we've been? I'm telling you, I don't believe in Nowem. I've had more distrust than ever?

I smile at those words.

"What's wrong with that? No problem if I trust you guys. Don't worry, I believe Miranda, but I believe Nowem, too. So, Miranda just has to trust me. You're gonna make me happy."

When I said make her happy, Miranda was sighing about whether she was going crazy or not. But I saw my cheeks stained a little red.

(Awesome, me... no matter what you say, they fall back in love. I'm getting scared of myself)

Nowem hits me a little sad.

"... Okto should have given us a message. You got my name, too, didn't you? Does Lord Lyell still believe that? Can you believe me in just one word, even though I haven't met Octo?

I know it's true that you were seeing Nowem's brother, but from me, it's just a sibling encounter. In the first place, Ceres couldn't have done such a roundabout.

('Cause he looks bored. Because you can't stand dressing like me. You don't have to think about it, if Nowem wants to hide it, fine)

I just had to tell Nowem something.

"Mr. Octo has nothing to do with it. He says I believe you. And, unfortunately, I'm not willing to see Mr. Octo."

"... Huh? Oh, that."

As Nowem panicked, I lifted my hair and looked at the ceiling.

"An underground labyrinth of more than a hundred levels… there are only controlled labyrinths with such things, cities, etc. I mean, at the point where we break through the deepest, we become questioners. Finally, my aim is to defeat Bansaim, who lists Ceres. I don't have time, so I'm not willing to see you. Too bad. I missed you once or so."

Shaking his neck sideways like a jerk, Nowem lay his hand on his cheek and leaned slightly down. Apparently, he thought I was going to see Mr. Octo.

It won't be impossible, but it will take time.

It will take more than ten years to prepare. So I don't see Mr. Octo.

When I looked around, I saw Shannon as a dick. At the end of the day, I kissed him because I told him I was going to kiss him, but he looks around and he's confused.

Miranda, with a slight redness in her face, looks at Shannon.

"What are you so keen on? If you're not gonna get hurt, why don't you join us?

Look at Miranda's face, says Shannon.

"... I've never seen your sister's face before. No, until now, I've probably felt like this."

Miranda looked up at Shannon's face, grabbing both shoulders in surprise.

"Shannon, are you blind!?"

"Mi, do you mean you can see it, unlike before, it also comes in visual information... or is there someone beyond the door too? Who the hell..."

I approached Shannon and put my hand on my shoulder.

"Good for you. Shannon, look me in the eye. And... don't you think there's something in the world you don't know? Otherwise, now I'm gonna give you a deep kiss, not a 'velochu'"

When Shannon turned red, I laughed and tried to get back to the center of the ring. Miranda speaks up on my back.

"Looks like Lyell's hiding something too."

I look back at my face.

"Everyone has something to hide. I'll talk to you on the bed one day when the time comes. Call me when you're ready."

Miranda took a step back, looking at me, hiding her face and silencing herself.

Returning to the center of the ring with a laugh, I declare with my hands wide open.

"Well, let's make time before we get started. Shall we do it by lunch? Hit each other as hard as you can. Except I'm gonna say goodbye here because I'm gonna go into the job of keeping an eye on everyone's body outside the treasure balls. With me, it's gonna be hard to do something. Bye."

With Aria reaching out to me.

"Ma, wait!

Waving my hand, I regained consciousness from the treasure ball to my own body.

- In the treasure ball. Memory room.

Slay, the third generation, was looking at Lyell, one foot out of the treasure ball.

"... a wandering sun ran away with a smile"

The door is locked and will not open, but you can still see what's going on in the meeting room from the memory room.

Now, I would have just said the arena rather than the conference room.

Marks, the fourth generation, had also come to the memory room of Slay, the third generation.

'This, if you know what I'm doing, I can compliment you... Huh? Maybe we'll see Nowem and the others fight to the end?

The confused fourth generation looked at the arena as if Lyell was gone and tension had stuck.

When my stomach felt crisp, the women silently held each other on a circular ring.

Moved first was Monica, who was in a prep movement.

Third generation says.

"That automaton, Nowem set me up!

The visible footage shows Monica taking a big hammer out of her skirt and swinging it around and happily down to Nowem.

"It's a must win ahead! With the permission of the chicken bastard, I won't be sanctioned, you bitch fox!!"

When Nowem also turned his body toward Monica, he put his right hand forward and made the wand appear. It's a scepter, a family heirloom of the Fox family.

"Monica... I thought I'd take a look at you for once."

Having said that and smiled, Nowem uses magic by causing the wand to be reshaped into a sickle.

"Frozen, And Prevent"

Words alone used magic, and ice and rock walls emerged from the ground before Monica.

Monica saw it.

"It's a boulder. But sweet! Before this Monica Full Option version, that degree is only sponge!

From the big hammer, when the fire erupts, it builds momentum and destroys the walls of ice and rock. Monica waved the hammer down the floor as it was, but there was no Nowem there.

The hammer is stopping in the universe without touching the ground.

"Oh, my God! You interrupted this beast!

If you look, May was holding the hammer down with one hand.

"I won't let you go after Nowem. As far as I'm concerned, I like your food, but most of all, Nowem."

Listen to that, Monica.

"Correct it! This Monica beats that fox... whoa"

Eva released a bow to Monica, who was working with May. When an arrow hits the wall of the arena, it becomes light and disappears.

"I took it off. I was after you from the blind spot!

Seeing Eva, who looks sorry, Monica moves to the edge of the ring with the hammer in her hands.

Nowem came forward as he moved his gaze to alert the three of them.

"You think there's no damage to the real world body here? Well, you can't do that a little bit."

A smiling Nowem sets up a cane with a big sickle, but a thread tangles in his right arm.

When Nowem, whose right arm was taken, pointed his gaze at the end of the thread, there was Miranda.

"Three on one is cowardice, isn't it? Besides, if you don't need any help..."

Seeing the sight, the third and fourth generations were flashing with their mouths open.

The sights of the arena weren't easy to catch fights or anything.

Having regained consciousness to my body, I haven't had a cup of tea to fry myself in a long time.

He is transporting eight people into the porter's carriage, laying them down and putting them to sleep.

The previous earnings were good, so even if I stayed doing nothing like this, this time the black deficit was confirmed, so I was able to make a non-billing.

"A duly requested party is a hassle not to get out on the way. There won't be any movement for a while, will you slow down?"

I brought a table and a chair behind the porter and I was graceful over a cup of tea.

But from within the treasure balls we hear the cry of the Historical Lord.

The third generation is different from the usual floating attitude.

'My arm!! Wait a minute, on the boulder. That's... yah!!'

The fourth generation is with bumps.

"Blood... arms flying... bumps on the mount... that's what a girl shouldn't do..."

The fifth generation feels excited.

"What the fuck are you doing to May, that pompous trick... I'm gonna go and smash you right now!

Has the sixth generation remembered anything?

'Stop it already. Such a merciless attack...... dammit!! Mireia was so sweet, why Miranda!

Seventh generation with a dry laugh.

"Haha, ahahahaha...... fifth generation, don't get so excited. Sometimes you need a real battle like this. Probably... I'm sure... '

Historical principals are noisy.

The door of the carrier was open, and from there I heard voices like the bedtime words of the women.

Aria's voice.

"Make that face look good in one go so it's bumpy..."

Clara is.

"... even support is as much a way to fight..."

Eva is.

"If it's close range, there's a dagger... and now we have a steep spot..."

May is.

"... blackburn it all... do it"

Monica.

"... I can't even attack you with the full option, etc.... If this happens, my wife hands..."

Miranda.

"Next, give me your legs..."

Nowem.

"... to this extent... take it a little seriously from here..."

While I was listening, I smiled and drank tea, reaching for the sweets I had brought.

Looking up at the sky, the weather was beautiful.

"... beautiful weather"

Then, from within the treasure balls, you hear the blame of the historical contemporaries. in order from the third generation.

"What's the weather! It's raining blood over here!

"Why did you run away! Come back, Lyell! No, come back, Sun!

"Stop that pompous trick! And the tremendous amount of money in the treasure balls... ahhh!! '

"Lyell, you didn't know and you escaped?

'Answer me, Lyell! No, I can do it, Sun!

Listening to the voice of the Mayday contemporary, I smile when I drink up the tea in the cup. I guess there's still a few dozen minutes to go.

They seemed to be fighting each other seriously, just a little relieved.

"We should hit each other with dissatisfaction as hard as once. If I were here, Nowem and Miranda wouldn't mind."

Who thinks they want to see the sights of their beloved women fighting to wash their blood with blood?

I just ran it because I needed it.

"You'll be a little distracted. This time, we've also discovered the effect that Shannon's eyes are visible, and you have nothing to say. Besides, this time the greatest treasure is completing everyone's kiss."

When I said that with a smile, I heard a third generation of voices from within the treasure ball. Something, in a tone like I saw something horrible.

'I know it all... how horrible, Sun who can be regarded... if only I had this much nerve when I was Lyell... no, I can't. It's funny because there's a regular gap. But this time... yah, now my neck! My neck!!'

I spent some graceful time before lunch listening to the sound of the treasure balls.

Shannon's voice is heard from the carrier.

"... Remember, Lyell... get caught up in a mess of eyes... and be sure to take revenge..."

It was a grudge.

I'll give it back to you like it's funny. I know you're not hearing me, but I'm stuck in my mouth.

"Oh, I'll always remember that. You hid your face and kissed me with your eyes closed as you stretched out."

I've never wondered why I couldn't come up with such an easy solution.

"Damn, what were you uzzing about with about a kiss? It's getting really stupid."

While I hated my inward-looking personality so far, from today on, it was me who was determined that my new self would have to pull everyone off.