Armed Summoners - Black Spears and the Brave Men of the Other World

Dawn.

The sky was still dim and the temperature felt extremely low. There is no wind. As if, the tranquility before the storm envelops the city before dawn.

City, can it be said?

That was exactly the sight that the word ruin deserved.

Many of the burned buildings were either exposed to a dangerous appearance that was still likely to collapse, or collapsed and even lost their former shadows. I don't see anything halfway through lightly scorched.

Everything was burned to the ground.

by just one madness.

Setuna stood alone on the main street of the city of Karan. There can't be words or anything. It was a thin street that didn't even blow the wind, just stunned, had to accept reality.

A few days have passed since Setuna regained consciousness. From the factual hearing of Faria-Belfaria. From a reunion with Elina.

General muscle pain, though slightly healed, was also no longer such that severe pain would normally occur as long as walking or moving. That was a heartfelt joy for him, and it happened so much that he cried in joy. Of course, I don't cry in real life.

It was only thanks to Faria, no other, that the marks of the flames that should have burned down Setuna's body had disappeared beautifully and refreshingly.

By the power of her summoning armies, she said, she almost completely healed the Great Burns by dramatically improving Setuna's own natural healing power. Then things don't seem to work out that well, although it seems like there can be no more general muscle aches.

Though I feel like I've been saying a lot of other things, a furious questioning attack has upset Setuna's mind. Little is remembered, such as her words.

Convinced by himself that it was not important, Setsuna had spent the past few days.

The days of reluctance to move in the tent instead of the hospital room were boring and extreme for Setsuna, but important days in confirming once again that every day in this other world is a reality.

Sleep or wake up and the scenery will remain the same, telling the chill.

This is the world.

It's not like we're talking about different worlds. It's all real, the summons by Azmaria, the battle against the Imperial Devil, the armed summons, the Great Fire of Karan, that man, it's all events that Setuna herself experienced.

Be prepared, I suppose.

(Ready...?)

Setuna was walking through the vast and lonely spaces of an unpopular boulevard. The tent that Setuna spent is on the south side of Karan. It had become a hypothetical residential neighborhood by tents, where people who had been burned out by the fire earlier, or who had lost their homes and lost their places to live, had been forced to live in tents.

It seems that Setsuna's tent replaced the hospital room before it was built. You think it's due to the guards and Faria's reckoning to keep Setuna calm, who did the feat of defeating Lance-Biraine?

Indeed, in a condition of generalized muscle pain, getting in and out of a lot of humans is extremely annoying, and in the first place, Setuna is not a resident of Karan. I don't know anyone. It seemed that there was no such thing as visiting Setuna's tent, but Faria said it was "just in case". I had no words to give back.

Nevertheless, I don't hate being quiet. Instead, we should be grateful for their measure, and we should not be angry.

And as much as I followed, I've been out of the tent because I made sure there was no obstacle to walking, and I hadn't moved my body properly in the last few days. As it is, it gets sloppy.

From a hypothetical residential neighborhood steeped in a corner transformed into a burning field, to the north.

I wonder how many times Setuna stopped by the time we reached the boulevard. In a world where everything burned black, it did not exist as one such thing as something with a vivid colour. Forget even breathing, proceed with the claw marks of destruction brought about by that lunatic.

Days from the Great Fire.

The city of Karan currently has no prospect of reconstruction either.

Continue down Main Street.

Elina told me it was Main Street, which runs north and south of Karan. Says there's a consolation tablet at the center of it. Elina says she prays there every day and then comes to visit her tent in Setuna.

Consolation tablet.

Setuna noticed herself walking towards you at some point. When I left the tent, I didn't mean to. I was just trying to move my body and change my mood.

I just feel disgusted, like I keep stuck in a tent.

Karan was once surrounded by strong walls around the city's outer perimeter. The walls need a castle gate. The gates set on the east, west and north sides of the country were incredibly magnificent and robust due to the size of the city, and were famous as a symbol of the country's prosperity, he said.

The streets that extend from the gates on all sides will eventually hit the center of the city. Just, like, drawing a cross.

Karan's Cross Street (Cross Road) is also so famous that there is nothing inside Gandhia you don't know?

Those were Phalia's information, and she, too, had often visited Setuna's tent to speak to me. Without the presence of Faria and Elina, Setuna might have spent her days alone in depression.

In the middle of that cross road - that is, in the heart of Karan, there was a consolation tablet. No, that might not have been something like a consolation tablet or something. However, in any case, the condolences and soul-quenching thoughts of the surviving people for the dead were felt strongly and deeply.

……

Setuna couldn't even speak out. Not even a word was said. No thought is like throwing up in front of it, I even remembered such certainty.

It was just a stone. Fist large stone. There were hundreds or thousands of stones piled up at the intersection of the street that could have been picked up from nowhere. The mountains of stone that suddenly appeared in scorched-earth townships were just unusual and odd sights.

But the thoughts of those who were put into every one of those stones seemed to make that pile of stones somewhere sacred.

Setuna's heart shakes just watching, I'm sure, because the thought that she couldn't do anything is still smoking deep inside her heart. If the fire ignites, you may instantly burn out your body and mind. I guess it's self-blame.

"It seems that one girl placed a stone carving the name of her deceased father was the beginning"

To the voice of a young man who sounded unexpected, Setuna turned her eyes gently to you. In front of the consolation tablet, I didn't feel like reacting supinely.

"No one was supposed to look at the stone that just engraved his name. Even you would, wouldn't you? Who cares if one of the stones was falling in the middle of the city's boulevard?

Perhaps a voice containing cold air emits an indescribable fragrance, giving it a certain pleasure in what it listens to. That was also true of Setuna, which was supposed to be same-sex.

To the painful pleasure of his earlobes, Setuna remembered a mild confusion. That's not what it is, such as being in love with a man's voice. Beauty, not like. It may be more like the charm of the person who is speaking than the voice itself.

"But that happened in real life. Someone put a stone next to the girl's stone. Imitate the girl."

He stood right next to Setuna. I guess Setuna approached me while I was distracted by the consolation tablet. Nevertheless, it didn't seem like Setuna had any business. What you've been talking about must just be a leisure time crush.

With such intuition, Setuna opened her eyes to his appearance.

"And it just spread all over Karan. I don't know why. Someone's story is that one of the survivors wanted the means to show his spare time and condolences to the deceased, but I don't think so. I can't say that well."

He was a beautiful young man. The appearance so neat that the same-sex setuna would undoubtedly be a gift from heaven and would be more valuable such as the gems there. The golden, brilliant head, clear white skin, slightly sharp angled eyes, were edged with deep lashes, and the jade eyes floated.

Beauty, I guess. Whoever faces him will have no other word to praise his appearance. Except for the story, if the criteria for determining beauty and ugliness are decidedly different. That's just an exception.

Setuna turned her attention again to the consolation tablet as she strayed from his beauty. In an overwhelming sense of defeat, however, I am also dismayed that I have no choice but to comfort myself that I am accustomed to such a thing.

Yes, I was used to it.

Setuna knew the existence of a man of beauty like him. And the repeated defeats led me to be convinced that in Setuna, he was not a human being. Regardless, I will not despise my own appearance. When you rate it, you're confident that it's not better than the top of it.

Therefore, whenever you encounter a beautiful man, you know him.

There's a top up there, he said.

They have a different world to live in.

But that's not despair. I wasn't even hoping.

"Anyway, the story of the stone pile that began with one girl has not only reached Karan, but also Krebourg, Merrell, Maldar and even Gandion, the king's capital."

And, behold, when Setuna turned her eyes to him, a small stone was also held in the hands of the young man. He must have come from Wang Du just to mention it at the end. I don't know how far it is from Wang Du to Karan, but I'm a thing lover nonetheless.

Of course, Setuna, she's not going to make fun of his feelings. Instead, I even remembered respect. He came from the far king's capital to Karan just to pile up the stone. That's not so easy to do.

If you look closely, the good-quality garments that seemed to wrap around him were dirty on the traveling dust.

A young man approached the Stone Mountain. Place the pebble in your hand, about in a pile of stones. A crushing, then harsh voice reached Setuna's ear.

"The King of Gandhia, Leongando Ray-Gandhia, hereby vows to pray for your blessings, to rebuild Karan, and to rebuild Gandhia"

Its sight, wrapped in the dawn of dawn, was mysterious and majestic as if it were a single religious painting.

Setuna, forgetting to be stunned, just looked at burning that fantastic scene to the retina.

That was the encounter between Setuna and Leongando, a new beginning.