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Frey pressed his right hand, which was about to move, but his eyes, which had just adapted to the darkness, could not be removed from Sister Inu's body.

Looking at Sister Dog quietly like this, Frey already felt so satisfied.

Under the faint moonlight, Sister Inu held the black Shiba Inu in her arms with both hands, and her broad mind even sandwiched the little Shiba Inu in the middle.

The long black hair that Sister Dog put down was also a little messy because of the sleeping position on her side, and a small tuft of hair was already stuck to her face.

The whole person is also like a little baby, with slender legs bent upwards and a head slightly lowered, as if shrunk around the small Shiba Inu in his arms.

This sleeping position looks very insecure, and I always want to find a support.

She had changed into the nun gown, and the white nun's gloves, which were as long as the maid's gown, looked just as light and silky.

And that new pair of black suspenders, these kind of tightly wrapped gloves stockings and stuff like that, always made Frey swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The faint moonlight sprinkled on Sister Dog's body, and the faint scent of wisteria emanated from Sister Dog's body, so that Fu's trembling right hand was no longer ready to move, and the whole person calmed down.

looked at Sister Dog quietly like this, I don't know how long it was, every movement of Sister Dog, pursing her lips and turning over, made Frey smile slightly.

"Uh-huh...... Mistress Frey...... Don't ......"

Sister Inu suddenly whispered, although the whole person shrank back, the corners of her mouth went up, her eyes were closed, she was smiling, and the hand holding the little Shiba Inu was a little tighter.

"Sister Dog?" Frey looked at the canine sister who was talking in her sleep with her eyes closed.

It turned out that he appeared in Sister Dog's dream.

Frey still stretched out his right hand to the tuft of black hair that Sister Dog was sticking to her face, but just before he could touch it, he didn't have time to remove the tuft of black hair, let alone withdraw his hand, and the fingers that touched Sister Dog's face slightly made Sister Dog open her eyes.

"Huh? Frey? Sister Dog had just opened her eyes, obviously a little confused, and the flush on her face because of the previous dream had not had time to subside.

"Sister Dog! Not what you think! I just ......" Frey quickly withdrew his right hand and stopped halfway through his explanation.

Doing it to a girl who is sleeping soundly in bed, even if she really just wants to pull away the tuft of hair standing on Sister Dog's face, there is no other idea, Sister Dog can't believe it.

"I'm sorry, I'm leaving." Frey got out of bed and was about to go to open the door, but a hand grabbed the corner of his coat behind him.

"Don't go, I'm afraid of ...... dark"

Frey looked back, Sister Dog's hand tugging at the corner of her clothes, and her head turned to the side, looking elsewhere.

"Afraid of the dark? Well, then I'm not leaving. ”

Hearing that Frey was not leaving, Sister Dog let go of the corner of her clothes, and her face turned even redder when she turned to the side.

Seeing Frey walk to the side of the sofa and lie down, Sister Dog also whispered "stupid", the voice was so small that Frey didn't notice it at all.

Sister Dog threw her quilt on Frey's couch again.

"Don't catch a cold!"

After saying that, Sister Inu rolled up the quilt that she had covered for Frey before, turned over with her little Shiba Inu in her arms, and fell asleep with her back to Frey.

Frey picked up the quilt and put it on his body, and could vaguely smell the residual wisteria fragrance of Sister Canine, which made Frey blush slightly.

And the dog sister, who turned her back to Frey, also secretly covered the quilt covered by Frey in front of her mouth with both hands.

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The next day, Frey, who had fallen asleep at some point, was woken up by the sound of the door closing.

With the morning light shining into his eyes and the chirping of birds outside the window, Frey squinted his eyes and stretched.

At this time, the dog sister on the bed has disappeared, leaving only a bed that has been made like brand new.

Frey threw the quilt back on the bed and opened the door and walked out of the room.

Outside the room, Sister Dog returned to her previous appearance, wearing a nun's costume, humming a song to prepare breakfast for a few people, and Big Yellow and Little Black also kept spinning under Sister Dog's feet.

But Gatsby, who had just returned, looked a little serious, sat on the sofa, and didn't even take off his coat.

The coat was also covered with a lot of dust, and there was a damp, musty smell that was familiar to Frey, who had lived in the dungeon for many years.

"Is Gatsby alright?" Frey whispered in Wayne's ear.

"I think it's just a little bit of a bad mood, Lord Gatsby is not so vulnerable, and the sight of rampant hunger and violence should not be enough to destroy Lord Gatsby's heart.

By the way, we saw this thing in the dungeon's weapons shop yesterday, and you can't be a swordsman without a decent weapon. ”

I saw Wayne pick up the long box that was placed aside and handed it to Frey's hand, "You open it and see for yourself."

Frey opened the simple and familiar long box and sighed with some emotion.

"I didn't expect to see you again, Kill Light."

Frey picked up the sword in the box, and with both hands across his eyes, he pulled the "light" out of its inconspicuous scabbard.

Only half of the silver sword body covered with black inscriptions was revealed, and a terrifying edge made Wayne "star" at the killing light.

Frey closed the "Killing Light" again, and gently stroked the side of the scabbard before pinning it to his waist.

"Thanks," Frey nodded slightly at Wayne.

Wayne swung his hands from side to side in front of his chest, "No, no, no, you shouldn't thank me, your sword was redeemed from the weapons shop by Master Gatsby." ”

Frey then turned around and said to Gatsby, who was sitting on the couch, "Gatsby, thank you." ”

"Well, needless to say." Gatsby's look was a little better, and then he took out a booklet that resembled a list and handed it to Frey.

He sighed again and habitually took a sip of tea before returning to his original casual and frivolous appearance, as if he had forgotten everything he had seen in the dungeon before.

"Look at it, this is the list I got from the reserve commander, the results of all the training soldiers' entry quality tests, and personal characteristics, are all roughly described, if you really want to join the crusaders, you have to refuel."

Frey flipped through a few times before finding his name in the middle of the list.

"Name: Frey

Comprehensive score of aptitude test: 55 points/100 points

Ranking: 1124/2045

Divine Mastery: None

Specialties: swordsmanship, physical fitness

Cons: extremely poor shooting

Frequency: Regular Class D

Recommended Corps: City Guard"

Seeing this list, Frey frowned.

"That's just the ranking of the quality test, it's not final, it's a year before the official decision is made, if you really want to join the Crusaders, improve your shooting.

Sister Dog in the Sister's Class, but she is a shooting genius who can get a perfect score of 60 points in the shooting event, so you will have to ask her for more advice in the future.

If you can't improve your shooting skills, I can't help you.

A year later, the selection of the corps is a double selection, and it has nothing to do with the reserve corps, all of which are personally selected by the persons in charge of each corps, and with me, the little baron of the X fortress, I am afraid that those responsible persons are still unwilling to deal with me.

And the crusaders you want to enter, although few people will choose, but judging from the selection of the past years, there has never been a selection of training soldiers with a final ranking of less than 100, and there have been several years when not even a single person has been recruited. ”

"Yikes! Why is this happening, obviously no one is willing to go, and the requirements are so strict! Frey's brow furrowed even tighter.

"No, no, no, I haven't finished speaking, the actual situation is stricter than this theoretical requirement, and your comprehensive score must be in the top 11 before you can enter."

"Top 11! Why? ”