What kind of situation is considered to be suffering?
When a person wakes up from a dream late at night and suddenly finds a beautiful girl in sexy clothes lying on his body, is it considered torture?
Maybe it’s a benefit to the average person.
But it was obviously extremely painful for Animusfia, who couldn't move her hands.
Not to mention that he had to suppress his desire to do something——————, even if Animusfia couldn’t suppress it, he couldn’t do anything.
That's the worst.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's soft body was on top of him, constantly impacting Animusfia's rationality.
Could things get any worse?
Reality told Animusfia the answer.
Of course.
The only layer of gelatin clothing on the girl's body slowly turned into black light spots and dissipated.
As Animusfiya stared in amazement, Fujimaru Ritsuka's white skin appeared in front of him.
....
"Is this...magic?"
Animusfia is extremely familiar with this trick. This is exactly the magic he personally handed over to Ritsuka.
Just yesterday, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Animusfiya about the magic of Saturn.
"How did the director turn magic into reality?"
"Are you talking about the restraint of Saturn's magic? It's not an entity at all. It's just manipulating the magic to make it look like an entity."
Animusfia answered Fujimaru Ritsuka.
But he never expected that Fujimaru Ritsuka would use it on him within one day.
And now, he tasted the consequences.
At this point, Animusfiya couldn't even pull up the quilt and cover Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.
The beauty of the girl was clearly visible before Animusfia's eyes.
.............
In Animusfia's room, time seemed to have stopped.
The only sounds left were the rising and falling of breathing between himself and Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Finally they overlapped.
The dim blue night light beside the wall shrouded the two of them slightly.
"Three thousand seven hundred and eighty-two."
"Three thousand seven hundred and eighty-three."
"Three thousand seven hundred and eighty-four."
Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was lying on Animusfia, suddenly twisted his neck, changed his position, turned to the other direction, and continued to sleep peacefully.
hateful.
It’s time to count again.
However, even though Animusfia was so helpless that he began to count how many strands of the girl's orange-red hair there were, he still couldn't fall asleep.
It’s impossible to fall asleep in such an exciting scene!
Although Animusfia tried very hard to control his gaze from wandering around, his eyes still looked at some key parts involuntarily.
The more clearly I see it, the less I can move away.
What an unexpected surprise, this little girl.
How should I apologize to Ritsuka tomorrow?
Just pretend nothing happened.
And if there is really a way, it is not impossible.
Animusfia could completely wrap the girl's body with magic power, but the evil in his heart kept preventing him from doing so.
Conscience and desire kept fighting in his mind, and desire finally won.
Ah, it would be better for mankind to be destroyed.
Fortunately, this scene did not last long.
"Well....."
Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned, rolled off Animusfiya's body, took the quilt away with him, and slept next to him.
It seems that even a girl whose physical fitness is comparable to that of a heroic spirit can still get cold.
Animusfia let out a long breath, with some relief and some regret.
Then he got up from the bed and walked to the sofa in the corner of the room under the guidance of the night light.
Sitting on the sofa, Animusfia took a few deep breaths to calm down her mood and finally fell asleep again.
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Mashu hugged his master's clothes with one hand and stood tightly in front of Animusfia's room, listening carefully to every move.
After Fujimaru Ritsuka entered, Mashu stayed here and listened all night.
The strange thing was that Animusfia's room was eerily quiet.
The clerk who came out of her room early in the morning looked at this scene with surprise.
Now even if the singularity appears in Director Animusfia's room, she doesn't feel that strange.
The staff ignored Mash who was acting like a maniac and yawned as he walked to his work station.
A new day is about to begin again. After more than a week of rest, everyone in Chaldea is almost ready to face the challenge of the next singularity point.
Today is also the day when the current director of Chaldea, Animusfia, is scheduled to conduct a heroic spirit summons.
But it seems that the person involved is still resting.
The sound of footsteps came to Mashu's ears.
The footsteps gradually approached, and Matthew quickly moved away from the door.
The door opened automatically from the inside, and the person who appeared behind the door was Animusfia.
"Ah, good morning, Director Animusfia. What a chance encounter."
Mashu pretended to be passing by and said hello with a smile, but his curious eyes couldn't stop looking around Animusfia towards the room behind him.
Animusfia looked at the clothes in Mash's hands, the dry eyes behind her glasses, and the faint dark circles under her eyes.
"Hey, have you been here since last night?"
".....yes...."
Seeing that the lie was exposed, Matthew had no choice but to lower his head and admit it.
"Since she's always here, come in and stop her. At least let her put on clothes. It's really..."
Animusfia said distressedly.
"The senior and the director——————"
"Nothing happened, don't worry. Speaking of why you've been waiting outside the door, go in, and Ritsuka's clothes are in your hands as well."
Animusfia walked out of the room and gestured to Mashu.
"No...I was given a command spell by my senior, and I was ordered not to enter the director's room."
"Ah...that child is really...don't be reckless in a place like this."
Animusfia walked behind Mash and leaned against her gently.
Matthew, who lost his center of gravity, staggered into Animusfia's room.
"This doesn't mean you entered on your own initiative. Wake up Ritsuka and get her dressed. I'll go find the doctor and Leonardo da Vinci first."
Animusfia left her room.
"Ah, yes! Director! Thank you very much!"
The polite Matthew behind him continued to thank him.
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"So do you really just need a prosthetic arm controlled by magic? With my genius technology, I can make the prosthetic arm indistinguishable from your own real hand."
Leonardo da Vinci still seemed unable to accept that Animusfia was willing to abandon his high-end prosthetic limbs and instead choose primitive products that were only activated by magic and could only perform simple mechanical movements.
"Roman should know that my neurological state and soul are currently unable to use a prosthetic limb directly connected to the brain. This is the most useful thing for me."
Animusfia looked at Roman.
Roman nodded silently.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it."
Da Vinci said helplessly while removing the plaster on Animusfia's right hand.
"Speaking of which, do you really want to summon heroic spirits today?"
"Well, isn't it possible?"
"It's not like that anymore. It's okay if you can get there, but are you too impatient, Director?"
Da Vinci said to Animusfia.
"Maybe so. After all, I'm still looking forward to what kind of heroic spirit I can summon."
Is there anyone who isn't looking forward to it?
Animusfia thought no one would.
