Rayelle’s body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed, her mind instantly blank.

That line… why did it feel like it came from those hentai manga she’d seen?

“You… you sword spirit from the hentai realm, please calm down!”

Rayelle had always thought the heroines in those lewd comics were perverted, but now that she was the protagonist, she just wanted to cry.

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Trembling uncontrollably, Rayelle curled into a ball, wrapped in the quilt. Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes, like a pitiful girl about to be bullied.

But Lulu was a sword spirit, devoid of emotions.

She wasn’t even human, so naturally, she wasn’t fooled by Rayelle’s act.

“Hmph~”

Lulu tapped her lips, a devious smile spreading across her face.

Despite radiating holy light as a pure white sword spirit, that devilish grin sent chills down Rayelle’s spine.

Rayelle could even imagine herself forced into weird acts, becoming something… indescribable.

At that thought, her face flushed bright red, and a plume of steam shot up from her head.

“Ugh… then… be gentle, okay…”

“Huh?”

Lulu raised an eyebrow, watching Rayelle lost in fantasy, her train of thought derailed.

She had no sexual orientation and wasn’t into girls, yet this blushing Rayelle seemed incredibly cute.

Her tiny body trembled nonstop, legs crossed and rubbing against the quilt.

Plus, that plump tail patting the quilt softly, and little wings fluttering secretly—even emotionless Lulu had a fleeting urge to pin her down for… unspeakable things.

Wait, what was she supposed to say again?

The scheming sword spirit tilted her head, recalled her lines, and resumed her wicked smile at Rayelle.

“I never expected… you, this silly cute loli, to be Rigmore…”

A strange glint flickered in Lulu’s eyes.

She hadn’t believed it at first, but her avatar had followed Rayelle, witnessing her entire battle and Extraordinary Power.

Comparing with her ancient memories, Lulu was now almost certain Rayelle was the evil dragon Rigmore.

After all, Rigmore’s reality-altering lie ability was unique to her alone.

“…Wait a minute…”

Rayelle suddenly realized something.

Lulu didn’t seem to have evidence, did she?

Was she bluffing?

Thinking this, Rayelle puffed out her chest, gaining a bit of confidence.

“H-how do you know I’m Rigmore? You’re slandering an innocent loli! I’ll report you!”

“…Didn’t you just confess yourself…”

Lulu facepalmed, sighing at Rayelle’s earlier reaction.

Wasn’t Rigmore once a cunning villain? Why had she turned into this silly, cute thing?

What was wrong with this world?

“But… right now, only I know you’re Rigmore.”

Lulu narrowed her eyes, a threatening glint flashing.

Rayelle let out a soft, pitiful whimper, curling into a tiny, helpless ball.

Watching Lulu float closer, Rayelle shrank into the corner, trembling. Her plump tail coiled around her body, shaking—she looked genuinely terrified.

No wonder Rayelle was scared.

Holy Sword Gungnir had absolute dominance over Dragon Kind. A single cut wasn’t a joke.

Plus, Rayelle was weak now, with almost no magic left. Her condition was terrible.

And she didn’t even know how long this devious sword spirit had been spying on her.

“By the way, Aerin seems oddly fond of you for some reason.”

Lulu materialized with a wicked grin, pinning Rayelle against the wall, gripping her delicate wrist. Her expression was full of ill intent.

Wow! Pinned by a loli!

Wait, Lulu was even smaller—wasn’t this a catgirl?!

Pinned by a catgirl!

Though smaller, this girl held her most feared secret, pressing her against the wall. Rayelle didn’t dare resist.

Rayelle’s face flushed again, feeling strangely lewd.

This scene was perfect for a lewd story or illustration.

If only she wasn’t the protagonist.

Aaah, so embarrassing!

Unaware of Rayelle’s wild thoughts, Lulu continued.

“Aerin is very interested in you. Every night in her sleep, she mutters about locking you in a basement cage and… pampering you.”

Rayelle snapped back to reality, hearing Lulu’s words.

A question mark popped above her head.

Huh?

Why was Aerin so obsessed with her now?

Rayelle was momentarily stunned.

Was it because of her earlier massacre of the legion?!

Anyway, she absolutely couldn’t let Aerin discover her identity!

Lulu leaned close to Rayelle’s face, watching her evasive, panicked eyes, and smiled faintly.

“But don’t worry, I haven’t told her yet. But that doesn’t mean I won’t later.”

Hearing this, Rayelle sensed this devious sword spirit planned to use her secret.

Probably not that kind of thing, though?

Otherwise, she’d have been broken by now.

The methods of a dragon-slaying holy sword against dragons were plenty, no need to imagine.

“W-what do you want…”

Rayelle looked panicked, trembling all over, tears rolling down her eyes, seemingly about to cry.

But secretly, she observed Lulu, trying to catch clues from her face.

Having her natural enemy hold her secret was uncomfortable. Rayelle wanted to regain control.

“Hmm.”

Lulu narrowed her eyes, a flicker of alertness in them.

She vaguely felt Rayelle wasn’t as silly as she seemed, but also not as dangerous as before.

“Like your Dragon Kings, we Holy Swords usually come in pairs.”

Lulu sat half-turned, her expression serious.

“As far as I know, Holy Sword Gungnir has a twin Demon Sword named Jormungandr. Its spirit is Lily. I want you to help me find her.”

“Why don’t you find her yourself?”

Rayelle asked weakly.

Hearing this, Lulu raised an eyebrow.

“If you don’t agree, I’ll tell Aerin right now and help her lock you in the basement.”

“Waaah! No way! I agree! I agree!”

Watching Rayelle on the verge of tears, Lulu smirked wickedly.

“But I have an additional condition.”