In the dream, she was semi-forced to the Antarctic. In the white snow, she entered a strange place that looked like a secret base in a comic book. Then for some reason, a big explosion occurred, and then she and her lovely
The girl and the boy who was a little frivolous but unexpectedly reliable worked together, and then met the saint and the big black giant. Then everyone beat them up and defeated all the enemies.
This kind of dream is full of the atmosphere of the second grade of junior high school boys.
Fujimaru Ritsuka yawned a little, making a sound like a kitten, while thinking that she was really keen on fantasy. Is it because she had just opened up the Japanese RPG recently? While stretching, she felt
I slept for a long time and my body started to feel stiff.
While recalling the plot of her previous game, she opened her eyes, got out of the thin quilt, and stretched hard.
"It was quite an exciting dream."
She concluded.
At the same time, I murmured in my heart that in recent times, game manufacturers have become more and more utilitarian. The games they make are all with great graphics, mediocre gameplay, and even worse plots. Basically, they can be summarized as cars.
, guns, balls, love and saving the world. There is nothing new at all. In this regard, the old-fashioned jrpg is much better.
I was thinking about completely unrelated things.
"Hey, good morning, girl~ Are you awake? Eat well and sleep well. Only then will you be a suitable protagonist!"
A pleasant female voice greeted her, and just listening to this tone gave people a cheerful feeling.
This is obviously not the voice of Fujimaru Ritsuka's mother.
Her mother was the kind of person who spoke very quietly, reminiscent of the standard women of the last century when men were superior to women. She would not be so loud at all.
It was obviously not her sister's voice. If it were her, she would definitely not let herself sleep so comfortably and would definitely put her cold hands into her bed.
who is it?
She opened her eyes blankly, and her eyes, which had been sleeping for a long time, started to work again. They were a little blurry for a while, and she could only distinguish large blocks of colors, and could not identify who it was.
She blinked and her vision gradually became clearer, but she still didn't recognize who the other person was.
First of all, she is an absolute beauty.
The middle-parted braid and brown hair are very consistent with her temperament, and she has a scholarly and elegant aura. Her expression is a calm and gentle smile, giving people a gentle and gentle charm. She is wearing bright red and cyan blue.
This collage of bright and contrasting colors gives people a style that was popular in Europe in the 15th and 16th centuries.
However, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't recognize what style this was. After all, she had only seen this kind of clothes from the illustrations in history textbooks. By the way, her impression of history textbooks was only those illustrations - well, after all, for regular students
For girls in their prime, those boring liberal arts courses are very boring and cannot be studied at all. If it were not for exams, I am afraid no one would have the time to read this stuff.
Then, that's...
A magic wand.
A wand that gives people the feeling of a magician in an RPG game. On the golden wand head, an indescribable number of cones are suspended, emitting soft light. On the lady's shoulder, there is a wooden stick mixed with brass.
, a bird decorated with glazed tiles stands on her shoulder, and the overall workmanship is vivid.
This wonderful dressing style made Fujimaru Ritsuka think of a word: time travel.
So she immediately began to search whether she had awakened superpowers, or whether she could open the status bar, or be able to summon loyal and rare subordinates, or whether there seemed to be princes, princesses, or other people who were about to be in trouble nearby.
.
The conclusion is: light novels are all nonsense. How come none of these good things happened to me?
Seeing her series of expression changes, first surprised, then happy, then nervous, and then frustrated again, the strange woman who looked like a magician burst out laughing and said: "What a wonderful change of expression, Fujimaru Ritsuka-kun,
What, you haven’t woken up yet? As a master, you can’t be so flustered all the time.”
Master?
This word made Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart skip a beat. She looked at her right hand. Sure enough, the three red lines were still there. However, the third red line on the outside of the command spell was still very light in color. It was obvious that there were some places.
It's not connected yet and looks a bit like a faded tattoo.
As soon as she saw the command spell, she immediately remembered that not long ago, she was fighting with Mashu, Yagi-senpai, Martha, Darius III, and Arash.
"Isn't that a dream?"
"Oh, you haven't woken up yet~ It's so cute. It's not a dream, it's reality. Anyway, don't stay here for now, there are people waiting for you outside."
The intellectual woman said this and handed her the uniform of the Chaldean Master that was neatly folded on the bedside, including a white top, black skirt and stockings, and white boots beside the bed.
Fujimaru Ritsuka took it, looked at her, and smiled awkwardly: "Um...I, I want to change clothes..."
"Okay, then I'll avoid it. Remember to go directly to the control room."
The intellectual lady smiled and waved the staff in her hand, as handsomely as an ancient warrior turning a spear. The tail of the staff collided with the floor and made a crisp sound, as if she was frightened. The wooden eagle on her shoulder flapped its wings and flew away.
He stood up, circled around, found that there was no problem, and landed on her shoulder again.
The wonderful woman and her wonderful wooden pet left the room together, and the door closed with a creak. Only Fujimaru Ritsuka was left in the moodless light gray room.
She slowly put on her clothes and made sure again, sure enough, it was not a dream.
That is an out-and-out reality.
After putting her clothes back on and tying her orange hair into a braid in front of the mirror on the wall, she slapped her face hard to encourage herself.
"It hurts!"
It seemed like she was using too much force. She was only thinking about encouraging herself, but she forgot that she shouldn't use too much force.
My own expression in the mirror instantly turned bitter.
Looking at the face that looked like he had eaten sour plum, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, a new day has begun, let's go to the control room! Come on!"
She encouraged herself in a low voice and strode outside. She wanted to show her most cheerful side to everyone.