Sixth

Crown Reylin loved three things; flames, fireworks, and bombs. He didn't spare any of these against those who insulted him due to his family. No, Crown Reylin wasn't born in a poor family. He was born into an outstanding family with every descendant prevailing in their industry! But as the first immersive game appeared on the market, Crown Reylin stepped in... to enjoy more of his hobby!
Flames, fireworks, and bombs! Empresses, the kings and their princesses, and many more people will feel them!
It was Reylin's time!











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I like them big, do you?

"As a devoted believer of Lord Milkyona, I will be able to tell whether you tell the truth or not. If you want my body, you must tell me about her appearance first," Emilia glared at Reylin while still holding to her stuff.

That staff and cross looked quite intimidating.

Reylin chuckled, "Well, we can always sign a contract."

That was the usual principle, and Emilia had suspected that Reylin deliberately omitted it. Now that he brought it out, her heart became relieved a little, and she returned her weapons back to the inventory.

Reylin planned the contract from the beginning, but he just chose the right timing.

He knew that Emilia would be able to tell it the moment the contract fell onto her hands. He casually passed it toward her, and he confirmed his thoughts by reading her face.

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