As I focused intently, gathering my energy, Reed, who had been observing me from the side, spoke up.
“It seems like you’re about to do something interesting.”
“Yeah. Just wait a bit. If it works, we can finish the conversation we started in the valley.”
Reed, who had been gazing at me languidly, widened his eyes slightly. It was the look of someone pleasantly surprised by unexpected good news.
“Alright.”
His supportive gaze was so warm that it gave me strength.
[‘The Soul-Judging Scales’ waves a cheer stick, urging you to draw a 19+ tragic confinement romance that suits the decadent handsome man with long black hair.]
[‘The Architect of the Tower of Trials’ suggests that since you’re in a magic tower, a tower confinement story would be fitting.]
[‘The Eye That Watches Over the Chaos of All Things’ chants for GL and lovingly prepares a…