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

I was dreaming.

I was even desperate for the length of my dreams that I wouldn't wake up, as if I were to pioneer in the depression of long rains that might end. No, actually, maybe he was desperate. There was no hope there.

If you're a happy dream, you might want to stay sloppy forever. Maybe it keeps me immersed in warm water and makes me want to melt my body and mind. But if that dream was a nightmare, it wouldn't be a story. So much so that I begged him to return to reality immediately, and so much so that he wanted to cry out. It wasn't warm water, it was hot water, it was cold water.

In his dreams, he lost his people more than once.

Only two companions were close to half a body for him. Losing such a companion is the same thing as being half-baked, with severe pain. Physical pain might have been enough. But the events in his dreams were not like acting directly on his flesh. It just erodes the spirit in a prank. I'm going crazy. I can see my heart remaining broken splashed apart even further.

In the midst of nightmares, there were various reasons to lose company. The most common of these is that they are killed by enemy armed summoners in the midst of a battle with the Gandian army. Miliu-Lebien dies pierced by a black spear and Zain-Vridia dies from a thunderbolt by a thunderbolt archer. Sometimes the other way around, they were swallowed up by enemy soldiers like Yunxia.

Only he didn't die. Always a bystander, it was like his job to see the two dead and scream. In a cloudy dream, it continued to be the only thing immutable. If he couldn't help the two of us, he couldn't get involved. I'm not even allowed to reach out. For some reason, my hands and legs didn't move. If you don't have a voice, you can't have a curse. If only we could have used the armed summons, we could have gone to both of them.

He didn't know how he could do anything.

All you can do is look at the end of the day, like a dead man.

Like a dead man.

Die.

(That's right. I'm dead...)

He remembered the sight he saw during his death.

No, a scene a little before death.

In the woods held in darkness, he was searching for the figure of Miliu. Miliu should have been fighting a black spear and thought he could discover it as soon as he arrived in the woods, but his guess was off. Miliu was defeated by a black spear, only after he was captured. Though he was only relieved that Miliu was alive, he realized and despaired that he could not get her back. The life flowing from the wound stabbed by Faria was then no longer possible to collect. So I didn't even want to hit the black spear. I never thought of fighting him with the spear of reproduction.

Death is. We just have to accept it.

It was a reward for insulting Faria. It's a result of alarm. Chronic heart destroyed itself. If he hadn't been fatally injured, he would have flown to Miliu's rescue. Because with photonization, even black spears could slip through.

But I can't do that either. Your life count is about to run out. In that sense of reality, he asked the black spear to talk about Miliu. Regrettably, there was no other hand. I don't know if the black spear is a man worthy of credit. But he's the kind of man who kept Miliu alive and tied him up. It didn't seem to him like a gap that would go in there. That's why I asked you in.

And he's dead.

At the time of his death, the red eyes of the boy with the black spear seemed to shine like death itself.

Along with the feeling of surfacing, I can see that the darkness that was covering my eyes is gradually removed. Feels like nerves go through your whole body. I feel a fever. And the pain. My whole body feels the weight. I'm about to be crushed. It's being oppressed. Yummy. but.

(Huh?)

He was surprised to hear the roaring wild voice of the beast. Light dances to sight. I don't know if it was the act that was sinking into the bottom of the darkness, but even the slightest light caused the optic nerve pain as if it were to be destroyed, and he groaned again in agony. But now, my groan rocks my eardrum. Sure, it's a voice I'm used to hearing. Low male voice. I was relieved by that, but at the same time my doubts swell.

(What's this?

Though the pain caused by feeling the light has subsided, the general pain persists indefinitely. A never-ending nightmare creeping around inside and outside my skin as if it was still going on. Some pain like paralysis, others like stabbing. Perhaps it was because this was a nightmare that I could remain conscious of while suffering from a wide variety of different kinds.

The light is far ahead. A number of small lights are scattered across the ceiling. It would be a magic crystal light. The light looks smaller because the ceiling is too high. A vast hemispherical space. At its center, it was thanks to the shape of the ceiling that I found myself lying on my back. I don't feel overdone for a nightmare.

"You've apparently succeeded. It's hard to wake up, so I thought you failed?

The tall voice echoing from the direction at your feet belongs to someone who has never been in a nightmare before. I know the man well. I can't resent Miliu for resentment, he's a man I can't hate or hate. That would be so. No matter how much the man is the commander-in-chief of the Dragon Cave, he is her real father. It's hard to erase imprinted memories from childhood. It would be the same kind of thing he can't abandon his love for Zalwarn.

"Orian-Lebien......"

When I heard my own voice, I finally found out that he spoke up and snapped. I'm spinning words unconsciously.

"What's wrong with my name? Crude-Fabruneia"

The shoe sounds echoed, along with a voice as if to mock. Looks like we're getting closer. He didn't want to be forced to get up. Because it could double the pain that irritates your whole body. And I wondered if this physical pain might prove that this is reality, not a nightmare. Confused.

"Crude......"

Crushing his own name, he watches as a man enters his sight. Platinum hair makes her bloodline with Milyu recognisable even if she doesn't like it. The skinny man was wrapped in a white coat, even in researchers' guises. I have a little finger on my right hand. Zain must have eaten too much.

"Can't you even remember your name? Again, is there a memory flaw...... Sounds hard to say a complete success."

Looking at the man spinning a bump and a soliloquy, he was still beginning to recognize that he was dreaming. The proof is that Orian's fingers are safe. It doesn't look like they're sticking their eaten fingers together. It was a beautiful pinky finger as if it had grown new.

"Well, Crude. How's it going? Does it feel like rebirth, or does it not change anything? Is Hell real?

"What are you talking about...?

Crude narrowed his eyes to Orian, who was going to screw up something he didn't understand. All he's saying is, I didn't get the guidelines from earlier. No, there are some things I can understand, but I don't know if my thoughts are working properly, or if they're not coming into my head. It's not because of all the pain in your body. Something more rooted is driving Crude's consciousness crazy. That was a feeling close to certainty.

Orian made his sarcastic expression look even more distorted.

"You're back."