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

"... Isn't that enough?"

"Really?"

Shield of Messiah's voice, sweet. Light, serene, voice-colored like light itself. If you listen with your ears clear, even your heart will be profaned. Because of such certainty, Quon is careful not to be taken consciously by her voice.

"... what"

"Is that really what you think?

"Oh."

Nodding forcefully, Shield of Messiah seemed heartbroken. Unwrap the arms that were tangled around Quon's neck and hips and let them go away to swim in the void. Glowing beings can be free-flowing in this dream setting. It was like there was no gravity or anything, and if she wanted it, she should be able to change it however she wanted.

"My Lord, you are the very hypocrite who lines up all the beauty. You don't really think about that at all. You just crave strength. I want as much power as I can defeat that dragon. Because without all that power, we cannot save one. I can't be the Messiah."

"Shut up."

Though I did, I knew she wouldn't listen to this order. Or, I can't close my ears. We must hear the word better than the Shield of Messiah wants us to hear. Quon has no choice.

"I know the possibilities, so I won't be saved extra"

"Shut up."

"He may have that power. That's what I thought."

"Shut up..."

"If Setuna, if his black spear, I expected him to be able to defeat the dragon, and at the same time I got jealous"

"I'm telling you to shut up...!

I roughed up my voice, and at the next moment, I realized that I would regret it terribly. It was common for Quon for the passion to instantly cool off. If your head is cold, it's easy to regain calm. Close your eyes as you look out for the graceful aerial swim of the Shield of Messiah.

I screamed, I'm sure, because it was a picture star. It was true that I realized my powerlessness in front of a dragon that mimicked the Shield of Messiah, and if it was Setuna, it definitely extended to the idea. If Setuna and Chaos Blinger can fight the Dragon against them?

"But Setuna was no match for the Dragon either. You must have relieved him while you guided him. There's no way you can forgive him for being the Messiah."

"There will be no forgiveness or no forgiveness"

When Quon laughed at the silliness of it, the Shield of Messiah stopped moving. Upon standing upright on the spot, he arms in front of his chest.

"Because of this, I feel like I've been showered with cold water even though I said I've been on the ride"

"Nothing's going to work out the way you think."

"Right...... sure, you were right. This is a narrow world between dreams and present. The closer my Lord's awakening approaches, the less my influence"

I mean, she was close to awakening, but for some reason she had a slightly lonely tone. Though confused by the unshield-of-missia-like attitude, there are no words that Quon should speak. As he tried to shut up, her body began to melt into the grey void. Fingertips and hair tips become grains of light and break down.

"It was. There was another thing I wanted to tell you."

"One more thing...?

Crushing to rebel, Quon looked bitter. Perhaps that is the flavor of the now beaten reality. The reality that I am only a helpless individual cannot still be denied that I am escaping the domination of the Shield of Messiah.

The Shield of Messiah has told me softly, staring into his own arms as they melt into the landscape.

"Looks like he woke up"

"Him...?

"Kamiya-san regained consciousness. It also means that the days of battle begin"

"Setuna did?

Quon couldn't honestly take her word for it. I'm pretty sure Setuna was injured in the fight against the dragon and kept sleeping unconsciously, but it's odd that she knows that information. Yes, it's strange that she knows about Setuna's defeat to the Dragon.

Nevertheless, there have been many things so far that she somehow knows information that she would not have known otherwise than Quon. Like the half of Quon, he spoke of his memories, spoke of his emotions, and performed his emotions. There was a verse in the Shield of Messiah that seemed to only survive stroking Kuon's nerves that way.

I can't complain about her likeness because there is a reality that Quon has to rely on Shield of Messiah. The ability of the Shield of Messiah is great. Whatever summoning weapon was in his hands, he never shouldered the Shield of Messiah. Must be Shield of Messiah. It is only because there is a Shield of Messiah that the White Shield can be an invincible mercenary regiment, and without her help, Quon would have had no say whatsoever in this other world.

I couldn't even throw up the delusion that I wanted to be a savior, etc., and maybe I was drooling wild.

Kuon is grateful to Shield of Messiah. I would also like to be gentle with her, the manifestation of that will, but in the space where this heart is stripped out, it is also difficult to take care of herself. That's how she fakes herself.

This is her domain of domination. A fantasy world where Quon's consciousness opens only between dreams and narrowness of reality. It is unique in this world that the clothes of meat are not even wrapped around them, that the mind is as naked as it is, and that unexpected words pop up. I can't control myself. Sometimes he even raised his anger with a rough passion.

Try not to be yourself, but if you can't contain it, there's nothing you can do.

But the closer the awakening gets, the more Quon feels like getting himself back. Still defenseless. I can't armor my mind or anything unless I'm released from this space. Then one must not live. One is not strong enough to live with exposure to one's mind as it is. Same goes for Quong. No, rather, a quon sweet to the guardianship of an iron wall shield may be the only way to live without hiding your true heart.

While I'm thinking about that, the collapse of the Shield of Messiah accelerates. Reality is approaching. Kuon's flesh is about to wake up from sleep. It finally opens me up from a fed up situation. All I could do was rejoice, but sometimes I had to ask questions. If what she said is true, I wouldn't be so happy.

"Is it true that Setuna regained consciousness?

"... my lord. Your heart always comes first. That's a little, lonely."

For some reason, she has come up with those words. My body was already half broken, and all I had left was my torso and head. It also breaks down quickly, becoming light and disappears.

When the light that comprised the body of the Shield of Messiah dissolved in the void and disappeared, all that remained was the gray world. Most of all, the heavens and the earth, and all that lies between them, have been filled with gray space, beginning to collapse from the end of the horizon. While acknowledging the likelihood of a disillusioned realm breaking at a ruinous rate, Quon was stunned.

"What?"

His consciousness was consumed by the running of destruction, also incomprehensible to the intentions of the Shield of Messiah.