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

"Is it okay to move now?

The look on the boy's face, who had asked strangely worryingly, was shadowed in the backlight, and it was unfortunate to Quon that he didn't see it well. Tsubaki.

"I don't care about that."

"Liar. I've been keeping my subpoena armed all night."

He laughed mischievously at the boy who was good but didn't even try to repatriate the black spear.

"At least I'm gonna be sturdier than you."

"I don't know if that's true."

"I don't deny it."

"It's true."

He went out of sight. Was it illuminating, or not?

"For a long time, you were no match for me."

Quon narrowed his eyes to the words that Setuna snapped to sigh. Breathe slowly and fill your lungs with fresh air. Pain intersects in a sense of exhaustion that pushes the whole body around, but that and this would be like the aftermath of using too much subpoena force. As Setuna said, he kept his subpoena armed for a long time.

That's over a whole day, too.

But the feeling of accomplishing something unimaginable was, unfortunately, little. There was only a feeling that drained my spirit. The consumption of the spirit makes the flesh complain of fatigue and the whole body refuses to resist the gravity of this earth. It was true that he wanted to leave himself to the ground and sleep to melt, but he stood, to tell his body.

His consciousness is jumping somewhere, not here, once, when the mental load of maintaining the guardianship of the Shield of Messiah exceeds its limits. Simply put, I just lost consciousness, but at that time, Quon was seeing a different sight.

I guess I had a nightmare.

When I opened my eyes so that I could dream of it, Setuna was in battle with the light-emitters. Though we tried to hasten to join forces, the battle ended before it developed into something authentic. The light emitter melted in the air and disappeared. He didn't know what the hell he wanted. I thought Setsuna knew, and he himself, he didn't seem to know very well.

He stands on the edge of a big hole. The big hole would have been empty when the dragon was summoned. Fort Vridia and the earth directly beneath it may have become the elements that make up the flesh of the dragon.

If the dragon is a subpoena from another world, it cannot be thought of otherwise. Summoning different worlds requires some kind of price. In the case of an armed summoner, summon the armed to this world in consideration of his or her spiritual strength. How much did it cost to summon so many dragons? It's scary just to imagine.

The dragon, which boasted hundreds of metres of giant body on the ground, is no longer there. The monster, perverted as if to mimic the ability of the summoning armies, showed the rough business of simultaneously reproducing Setuna's black spear and Quon's Shield of Messiah, but had disappeared from this world while Quon was unconscious.

Ten or eighty-nine, Setuna must have destroyed it. I couldn't think of anything else.

"Dragon, you've defeated me."

"Yeah, I could take him down."

I thought it was a childlike reply, but Quon didn't want anything. Hi Setsuna. That's what I have here. Maybe that's what drives the craving for asylum, but it doesn't matter now.

"You win."

"It's not mine."

"Mmm."

"It's our victory. You did it, Quon."

Seeing the boy calling Quon's name, he, he just got annoyed.

In the backlight, I could see Setuna laughing. I couldn't feel any humility in that smile. He's laughing with his chest up. It was in the backlight, and he was unmistakably brilliant.

"Oh...!

While acknowledging that his face broke with nature, Quon realized that he remembered a bit of loneliness. That's never a good emotion. A disturbing, unnecessary substitute. But I can't even deny it.

The wind is crying.

He thought it sounded like it would spare the end of the fight. Then we also think it's like the world is looking for bloodshed, but we can't help it because that's what it actually sounded like. I can only hope my taste is bad if the battle with giant dragons that stirred the atmosphere and shook heaven and earth was making this world feel joyful.

Pulled consciousness away by the lack of such a detachment, he laughed, little by little. Of course, it's such a small laugh that Setuna doesn't know. If they noticed, they'd think it was a weird one. Tell.

You've changed.

"Really?

"Yeah, I've changed"

"Hehe, I'm glad to hear that."

Warm emotions boil from the bottom of my heart as I look at the smelly boy's grin. I wanted to compliment you. I wanted to make you happy. He was changed the way he wanted. That would be delightful.

But I also realize that I honestly can't be happy.

Setuna's unyielding smile is nice on top of this, so much so that her vision blurs, but that's probably why it's so hard to accept.

(Why?)

Ask yourself.

Why, I'm not happy.

Why do you not want to rejoice and accept the changes in Setuna?

Didn't you want to save him? Didn't you want to save his heart from the bottom of darkness? Didn't you want to protect your soul? So didn't you reach out that day? Didn't you pull him up forcefully and put him under your own asylum?

(Ah...)

Quon, realizing a fact, was stunned. A number of shadows pass on the back of the retina.

(Right. What I wanted to save was me in the past)

A child with a cowardly eye, gazing at all the complexion of one, floated behind his brain. The figure looked terribly like Setuna, whom we had just met. It's not appearance. Spirituality was extremely similar.

(So I reached out to you)

Just because you don't have a place, doesn't make you anxious. Just because you don't have one friend, you don't despair. I have no pity. I don't mourn.

There is salvation.

I can find a place.

So you can safely move on.

Yes, I wanted to. I wanted to tell you. to myself in the past. For young children holding knees in memory. To a lonely soul, only to tremble with hesitation.

Kuon kept his mouth open without me knowing.

"I was looking at me in you."

"What? Inside me...? You gotta be kidding me."

He didn't laugh at it. attitude like I don't understand it at all, but I'm not making fun of Quon. Instead, there are verses in which he is despising himself. There's something about me and Kuon that I don't think I can match. Ridiculous, but that was a boy named Setuna. I underestimate myself more than I need to.

That's not true, he would honestly not take it when he said it in his voice. It's his fault, too. It's part of him to love.

Still, Quon went on to confess.

"I must have wanted to save myself in you."

"So you couldn't leave me alone?

"Yeah...... I'm sure"

Quon, nodding, was annoyed by guilt. It could have been a statement that ignored Setuna's mood. It could have been words like trampling his emotions.

But there was no regret. Until I said what I had to do. If we miss this moment, the opportunity may not come forever.

This is the world.

If this battle is over, he may then be the enemy when he is reunited with him.

The White Shield is a mercenary and Setuna belongs to the country. Different position. And the role to carry.

So tell me.

"But I wonder if I don't need that anymore"

"Yeah?"

"I'm invisible in you."

Now, in Quong's eyes, there is no dispute that he was a single boy named Kamiya Sana. He was a completely different person from Kuyuan the protector, lived in a different life, a different personality, a different being. The phantoms of Quong's past that were reflected there had completely disappeared.

I guess that's why. The boy's face, who was in trouble about how to react, looked unattractive sometime.

"Right."

"Sorry, all of a sudden I said this"

"No, that's fine. Yeah, that's good."

Setsuna laughed uncontrollably. Since when does he smile like that? Think about that. Between the first time we met and today, Setsuna never had a heartfelt smile in front of Quon?

My chest is tightened because I have regrets. Most of the days I've been behaving with the intention of perceiving his mood have turned out to be just one scale of self-love. Then it would also be natural not to open his heart.

"I guess so."

"I'm sure you are."

Setuna said so, looking north. The sunset from the west was illuminating his bloody appearance.

In this world, the sun sets to the west. And in the morning, you'll have to peek him in the face from the east. The Quons have become familiar with this world, probably because the basic principles are the same. If it was a completely different world, it must have been difficult even to adapt.

"The battle is over. The Gandhian army won."

"Well, if you wait here, you can pick me up"

Quon walked into the spot, returning the right words to Setuna's remarks as if he had been on the ground and watching. The flesh demands rest. No, he seemed to want his mind to sleep, not just his body.

"I'm sure."

"Then I... already..."

"Yeah, good night...... Quon"

Staring into Setuna's face in the sunset, Quon fell, into deep darkness.