Editing Seirei Tsukai no Blade Dance:Volume11 Chapter9 (section)

===Part 1===

The sky was getting bright. Kamito's entourage returned to the castle at Ragna Ys.

Entrusting Iseria with Rinslet for now, Kamito returned to his room.

There was a mountain of problems he had no choice but to think about.

Even so, Kamito could not resist the onslaught of drowsiness and fell on the bed, catching up on lost sleep.

It really had been quite a while since he was last able to sleep so deeply.

...Several hours later, Kamito finally woke up from his nap.

"Ah, mmm..."

"Huah..."

Every time he tossed and turned, he could hear cute sounds faintly.

(Hmm, a dream...?)

Still half asleep, Kamito cocked his head.

There seemed to be soft sensations on both of his arms.

(What is this? Feels so comfortable...)

Kamito absentmindedly grabbed what was in front of him.

Boing boing. Boing boing.

"...Mmm, Kami... to, that's..."

"...Stop... that, don't..."

As soon as he moved, a faint breath swept over his neck.

(...Wait, this is no dream!?)

Kamito suddenly opened his eyes&mdash;

"Oh dear, you're already getting up?"

Restia was looking at him mischievously.

"R-Restia!"

Kamito's face instantly felt hot.

She was dressed only in underwear, accompanying Kamito in bed.

"W-What, w-what are you doing!?"

"I am your contracted spirit, Kamito. Isn't sharing the same bed only natural?"

Murmuring, she pressed her modest but bouncy bosom against him.

Her black hair draped over her face. The shoulder clasp of her bra was undone, looking especially seductive.

"Okay, let's continue sleeping."

"H-Hey..."

She entwined her slender arm around Kamito's arm.

At this moment, his other arm was being tightly gripped.

"...Eh?"

"Kamito, please leave the darkness spirit."

Words like cold steel.

Shiny silver-white hair. Snow-white skin the color of fresh milk.

On the other side, the naked kneesocks sword spirit was also accompanying him in bed.

"E-Est...!"

"Kamito is my master."

Est hugged his arm tightly. Her petite and cute chest pressed against his arm.

"...Wah!"

"Oh dear, Miss Sacred Sword, you should be the one to leave Kamito instead, right?"

This time, Restia pulled Kamito to her side, squeezing his arm between her cleavage.

"...W-Wait!"

"Fufu, Kamito, your body is stiffening up."

"Kamito, with me as your sword, isn't that enough already?"

Sweet whispers were delivered to his ears from both sides. Their exhaled breaths swept across his neck.

(Th-This is a spirit sandwich...!)

This sentence surfaced in his mind.

"Over here, Kamito."

"Kamito, don't be tempted."

Boing. Boing boing.

"N-No, this cannot continue...!"

Suddenly.

"Kamito, the celebration is about to begin&mdash;"

The room's door opened.

"...!"

Making an appearance&mdash;

Were Claire and the young ladies, shocked the moment they opened the door.

"Y-You, y-you, what are you doing, Kamito?"

"To do something so shameless in the Divine Ritual Institute's castle, how bold..."

"Th-The spirits are so sly!"

"...Kamito-kun, I cannot tolerate this."

Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble...!

"N-No, this is&mdash;

Embraced by two almost naked spirits in bed, Kamito tried to explain himself in vain.