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

Miliu-Libaien looked bewildered in the light of the Demonic Crystal lamp.

The impression I get from her is distinctly different from when I fought in the East Forest. At that time, I even felt one scale of combat fanaticism, but now I'm not even wearing the smell of the battlefield. A day has passed since the battle. Maybe it's natural. The armor has been removed and the clothes have been changed. I guess it's because if you had a weapon to hide, it would be a pain in the ass. His hands and legs were tied so that he could not handle them freely, and the restraints on his hands were particularly severe. If you're dealing with a subpoena, it's your hand. As long as you keep your hands sealed, you're basically powerless.

However, that would not be enough for a subpoena armed in the form of protective equipment like Ruufa's Silfed Feather. You don't have to let them cast spells to keep you from using those summoning weapons. Do you want me to crush your throat or even let the monkey bite you? If you must not work violence against prisoners, there can be no other than the latter. of, but she didn't even have monkeys.

The reason is that if you look at the face like Miliu's possession has fallen, you will somehow understand. She didn't have the will to fight, and it didn't even look like she was planning an escape. Of course, it's painful to look at Ayne's eyes when she relies solely on her expression, but I don't think Ayne and I can judge her by her face alone. As a result of the interrogation.

Setuna quietly lowered her hips as she drew the chair she had placed beside her bedside to hand. Miliu looks seriously at this face without saying a word from earlier. Is the bewildered expression something like confusion about unexpected things?

Her hair was red. Apparently, when we met in the East Forest, it didn't look red because of the flames. Blood-like redness also turns to flame-like redness if you change your view. Reminds me of that demon, but the facial creation is as if it were different. If Azmaria was a completely indispensable beauty, Miliu had the feeling that she was a beauty with some imbalance. Somewhere a large eye reminiscent of a cat's eye has an iris like an Ethereal Ball. My wet lips were impressive.

(Miliu-Lebaen...... or)

Setuna hasn't opened her mouth a word since she got up on the carrier. I don't know what to tell you. He nearly got killed by her in a fight last night. The memory comes back to the back of the brain with bitterness. Full of killing intentions, intense words, heavy slaughter, a blow. With Setuna now, she can live only because she suddenly loses consciousness. If Miliu's consciousness had remained at all later, Setsuna would have died. It's a trick.

If Setuna had died, what would have happened to the war situation? Even in that case, two futures were conceived. A future in which Miliu will not lose consciousness and destroy the Westward Army with two black spears in his hands. A future in which Miliu loses consciousness and as a result the Westward Army triumphs. The latter may still have salvation, but the lack of oneself there may be a lonely thing.

Shake your head in your chest. I can't help talking about possibilities.

Now, I should have talked to the woman in front of me.

"You, Setuna, right? Setuna-Kamiya"

Miryu asks unexpectedly. Speaking of which, I hadn't named him yet. He wore armor during the battle, and he wore a helmet deep in his eyes. This should have been the first time I ever showed her a face.

"Oh."

When Setuna affirmed, Miliu silenced. It was as if I was even trying to read something from Setuna's expression, but I open my mouth like I gave up.

"... a black spear who was lucky enough to survive, what can I do for you? Look at me, miserable. Are you here to lower your sip?

Miliu laughed in self-derision, but Setsuna didn't fit in.

"I don't have that hobby."

"Don't you have to be angry? You're in an absolutely superior position. Now, no matter what you do to me, don't you pretend that nobody sees you?

It was a mouthful as if she had abandoned herself, but there was room in her eyes. Maybe I'm enjoying watching this one react.

"Maybe so."

Setsuna did not deny Miliu's words. Although the Gandhian military statutes prohibit assault and abuse of prisoners and surrender soldiers, no one may be able to stop Setuna from acting like that. Everyone may fear hindsight and pretend not to see it. The Royal SS is only given the honor and glory of direct king, which is not what makes it special power, but what surrounds it does not. He is special and powerful just because he comes directly from the King. Just before entering the carrier, the authority of the Royal SS strictly exists, as the soldiers of the Ayn Corps corrected their posture.

Nevertheless, I didn't have any downright hobbies to rejoice in doing that to Setuna, and I didn't have any ideas.

"Hmm......"

Setuna pointed her mouth at Miliu's worthy accent.

"What the fuck?"

You're a child.

I'm sorry.

I said it back, nothing more than because I was pointed at a picture star. I was also in pain.

Miliu comes, not to mention amused.

"It's not bad. It was just funny how Gandhia relied on your kids. Ain-Rajar? That Legion Leader is a child, too."

"I guess Ayn was younger than me."

Setuna snapped as she thought of the boy army leader's face. Indeed, Ein and Setuna may be considered children from her point of view. But Ein, I think, is somewhat more adult than Setuna, but she can't possibly tell that she's a prisoner.

"I don't care about that."

"You must have come."

"That's right. But it's okay. I don't care."

"Well, maybe I am."

I agreed to the non-acceptance because I didn't even know what she was saying. Sure, it doesn't matter how old Ein or Setuna are. Especially if you try from her, you won't even be interested. Damn it, maybe it's just a provocation to say it's your child. And maybe Setuna's reaction wasn't even particularly interesting.

"What I want to know is why you're here. There's no way I have business, is there?

"No errands."

Setuna told her honestly that she had come back to the conversation. By chance, I just stopped by because this carriage caught my eye. There can't be anything you can call errands. In the first place, I wasn't even supposed to be involved. Crude asked me to do it, but it's also an issue Setuna can't do anything about.

There's nothing he can do about her treatment.

"Right?"

Setuna doesn't know why Miliu clouded his expression a little unfortunately. There's no reason to know what she was expecting.

"But I wanted to talk to you..."

"Huh?"

Miliu opened his eyes to his surprise, but immediately narrowed his eyes. The look of surprise is more unconvincing than suspicious of Setuna. And sigh.

"Talking to me won't do you any good. Most of what I know is what I've told you. You don't have the information to contribute to the Gandhian army's victory. Unfortunately."

Miliu had gone so far as to get up, but Setsuna asked, regardless.

"How did you lose your mind then?

"What?"

Was it an unexpected inquiry, she seemed, distracted.

"You could have killed me. I was just one step ahead of you. If I hadn't lost consciousness, I would have been killed by you."

"... right. If I could control the power of the black spear, I would have definitely killed you. But I couldn't do that."

"Why?"

"It's a simple story. Because the power contained in the black spear was immense. Of course, I didn't mean to pull it all out. You don't have to do that, but you can beat it. But I couldn't contain it."

She held her body with both hands to contain the tremor. The palms were tightly tied, but the arms were free to move. My legs are tied so she can't walk around.

"From the moment I got the black spear, maybe I wasn't me anymore. It's no exaggeration to say it's a reproduction or the exact same thing as the real thing. Because that's Sir Phantom Dragon's ability. Everything reproduces exactly the same."

"So I can't control it...?

To Setsuna, it was incomprehensible. but at the same time it also supports what the Black Dragon of Dreams said. She was certainly able to draw more black spear power than Setsuna. That's where the Black Dragon admits it too.

The difference in power as an armed summoner appeared as it were. The indelible sense of defeat that Setuna felt is attributed to it. That's why Setuna doesn't understand. With so much power, how can it not be done by Setuna? No, that's not right. How can Setuna handle a substitute that someone as powerful as her can't control?

"Yes. I was drank by the power of a black spear and lost consciousness. How can you be in control?

"Huh...?

Questioned, Setuna turned bright white in her head. It was an unanswerable question. I control the chaos bringer, I'm not aware of that. unconsciously, wielding a black spear. I didn't fully grasp how to use my powers either. You wouldn't be in control of that.

"It's no big deal to control so many subpoenas. Often they are crushed by the too great power of the subpoena armed. I was lucky to lose consciousness."

Miliu continues his words, staring at his bound hands.

"Being unconscious, it wasn't strange to be dead. I could get myself back. 'Cause maybe I could call it a miracle. And this is all because of you. Setuna."

"My...?

Again, it was something Setuna didn't know. If I don't remember doing something to her, I'm not even thinking about fulfilling Crude's will. Even if you think about it, a sober decision is working that you can't transfer it to execution. There was nothing I could do to make her a prisoner.

But Miliu goes on secretly wondering what this idea or whatever.

"Your consciousness inspired me. You may not remember..."

"My consciousness..."

Setuna put her thoughts around, but she didn't pretend to think of it. And I get to the idea that Miliu is more likely to be making assumptions of her own accord, but that doesn't seem likely for someone like her, and Setsuna fell on her way.

Milu at the time blushes her cheeks in embarrassment for some reason. To his attitude as if he were a girl, he remembered a strange chest beating. I look about the same age as Faria or a little older, but the little trick I show you from time to time has the pity of being a girl about the same age as Setuna.

"But I wonder why. There's no reason for you to save me."

When I heard Miliu's question, Setsuna had something in mind. It gets worse.

"Crude......"

"Hmm? What's wrong with him?

"Crude asked me to. About you."

The dying man did not save his life from the mistletoe, he just wished Miliu well. He even imitated the enemy, Setuna. The figure of a man who abandoned pride and other things made him feel rather elevated.

He was like a knight.

He's dead, but the thought is in Setuna's chest. The feeling of purely thinking of one, regardless of the enemy allies, is something that thrusts and moves the mind.

If Miliu's phenomenon that Setuna's consciousness evoked her was true, it was the only thing that could be considered a cause. If Crude hadn't asked for Miliu, Setsuna would never have recognized her as more than an enemy.

Though I tried to think of it as something like that, I still don't remember evoking Miliu's consciousness in Setuna, and I have to be half-hearted.

"The crude? Why...?

Miliu asked me with such expressions as incredible, but I couldn't even answer Setsuna.

"Saana."

Setsuna can only perceive that man's mood. 'Cause it could be Setuna's wild assumption. It may be a mistake. I don't want to be distracted. So he didn't say anything.

There was silence.

Only the chilling light of the demonic crystal lamp illuminated the silence between the two.