Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Samona's adoptive mother is me, Nyarlathotep, Azathoth's messenger. I have been with the Lord of the Demon Gods for thousands of years, and I must know better than them how to make a demigod. Become a real god. At that time, our daughter will be your most reliable support for little Rope!"

Rope thought for a moment and asked again.

"What does Somona think of herself?"

"She herself wants to wait here for Rope's return. After all, if time freezes, it will be a momentary thing for Samona, so she doesn't have to "really" separate from Rope. "

The black-haired youth tapped the arm of the chair with his fingers, and Nyara stopped disturbing him.

On the one hand is the idea of ​​​​the adopted daughter, and on the other hand, Nayko proposes the infinite bright path to the throne of God.

Rope also seems to feel the sadness of having to worry about her daughter's future, but having to deprive her daughter of her true wishes.

"Your Majesty, let me speak to Samona." He made a decision.

"Compared to this insignificant temporary separation, it is more important to be able to be together forever and comfortably in the not-too-distant future. Your Majesty, I will trouble you."

"Ha, it makes me sad to say that, I'm also Samona's "mother". "Niyako narrowed her eyes and laughed.

After Samona's matter was decided, Ropey turned the topic to "business".

"Besides, what kind of "purpose" do you have to hide behind that cabinet besides the matter of Samona? "

Hearing this, the smile of the silver-haired girl did not diminish, even brighter.

She gave a thumbs up.

"The truth is, if Little Rope is interested in being a saint...cough! I mean punishment! Please let me count! If two outstanding girls accompany you to roll the bed, Little Rope will be even happier. Right? Right? Just treat it as a reward for my hard work these days~”

"..."

As always, the terrifying words ran out of the evil god's mouth.

PS:

Because I have to go out on May [-]st, I'm very sorry to ask for a day off on May [-]st.

- I love you Hashihime.

Chapter [-] The Evil God whispers, what you see with your own eyes is true

Whether it is the silver-haired girl incarnation of Nyarlathotep or the French Joan of Arc, both of them are rare beauties in the world.Although Rope was curious as to why a country girl in the [-]th century could look so beautiful, aside from these little things, the proposal to bring Nayko and Joan of Arc to bed together was quite tempting to him. of.

Everyone has a pair of wings in their hearts, especially now that Ropey has "flyed" a few times, he has little self-control in this regard.

But thinking about Inako's character, he would probably release his avatar halfway to scare him, Rope cautiously silent for a moment.

Then, after Naiako kept taking out iron pliers, electric shocks, rough hemp rope, candles and other strange things from the four-dimensional skirt, he gave up this idea completely.

"His Majesty."

Rope rubbed his eyebrows and pointed his finger directly at the door of the room.

"The door is over there. I think Samona has just been born, and she must be in need of an elder who guides her in all aspects. You are very suitable. Just leave the matter here to me."

"Ahhh?"

Naiyako's eyes widened, and then she smiled ambiguously as if she understood something.

She leaned into Rope's arms, her silver hair rubbed against Rope's cheek, and whispered in her ear.

"Relax, no one will know, my little cutie. You must have accumulated a lot of stress from the troublesome trial, right? Mild violence can vent these very well... I don't care about that. Are you hurt?"

A veritable whisper of the evil god.

But Rope's heart didn't fluctuate, and he even wanted to laugh.

"Your Majesty, I am a great mystic, you know better than me."

Rope said: "The suffering of others, I have seen enough records in the forbidden books that I want to vomit, and the long study can turn everything into boring and boring, do you understand what I mean?"

"What do you want, little Rope!!"

This kind of temptation didn't work, and Naiyako was also mad.

To be fair, her avatar appearance can be said to be carefully selected and perfectly in line with human aesthetics. Although there is the possibility of running out of other strange incarnations, what is it to a mystic who is immersed in the sea of ​​indescribable knowledge? .No problem at all, no?

Annoyed by the shaking of Naiako, Rope pushed the silver-haired girl away with a headache.

"...At least be normal, Your Majesty."

"Really?"

"real."

He was able to escape the first day of the first day but not the fifteenth day. The evil god who provided great help warmly invited him. Even if there was a danger of suddenly turning into a horror movie during the period, Ropey would not be able to refuse and let out a sigh of relief.

... Then you must add a "tough mind" to yourself.He thought so.

How sad it is to resist a beautiful girl's invitation to love, Rope feels that it is definitely the reason why Cthulhu almost turned into a big octopus on the way last time.

"Then it will be tomorrow night! I will not let Rope down, I promise to make you even breathe better!"

"……hope so."

Naiako, who is open-mouthed, but somehow escaped for the time being.

——Whether to Rope, or to Joan of Arc.