On the Verge of Being X'ed...

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I started a new book, "A Fantasy World of Heroic Spirits and Valkyries." I hope everyone will support it—maybe give it a bookmark or something.

Also, an important reason for starting a new book is that, according to plan, the main story of this one is nearing its end. (Though when I say it's ending, it'll probably still take another month or so. I might continue with side stories afterward, such as the story of that year's war, or some IF routes.)

If I were thinking of abandoning it, I'd just make a new account and write a new book there, haha.

This is the first long novel I've written to exceed 500,000 words, and also the first time I've formally posted a novel on a platform. It means a great deal to me. At the very least, I'll make sure it has a proper beginning and ending.

On the Verge of Being X'd...

After taking off her armor, Artoria's body was covered by nothing more than a thin sky-blue formal dress. The highly revealing top and high-slit battle skirt perfectly highlighted Artoria's figure—her breasts and legs alike. In fact, it looked more like sleepwear than formal attire.

In every sense, it was quite a bold outfit. A certain old bastard named Merlin, who preferred to remain unnamed, had prepared it for her. But Artoria normally never took off her armor, so it did not matter if she wore it as underwear.

But now, with so little of her skin covered, Artoria's skin was pressed close against Aya's. The warmth and fragrance radiating from the girl left Artoria, who possessed extremely high magic resistance, dizzy and lightheaded.

"Artoria... I feel so hot," Aya murmured. Her voice carried a trace of languidness, making her sound even cuter.

"Hot?" Artoria had