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

'In the end, are you back? Into the midst of war. "

I didn't feel like arguing with my voice to be sarcastic.

He knows what the Lord of Voices is.

Lord of great power.

Black spear. Just a name. Chaos bringer. He thinks that the name of what brings chaos deserves a spear with the overwhelming power to scratch the battlefield. Most importantly, Black Dragon didn't seem to like it.

I started hearing that voice in the middle of the fight against the dragon. No, I feel like I was asking you a long time ago. The sound of a voice that sounds different from the voice of a black dragon is immensely huge and gives a sense of a vast abyss. The black dragon that appeared in the abyss of dreams was also intimidating and mighty.

Both, I guess, are manifestations of black spears.

Black spear will.

Only then can Setuna accept the irony as well. Only the black spear has seen all of Setuna's battles. Any fierce battle, the fierce battle to wash blood with blood, just to kick the miscellaneous soldiers, has dived through with the black spear. Without the black spear, there was no way he could have won the fight or anything.

'That's fine. That's all you got. "

"Fighting... everything about me"

"You said so yourself. If you don't fight, nobody needs you. If no one needs me, there's no reason to exist in this land. '

The voice of the black spear feels strangely gentle, I'm sure because Setuna's heart is tired. The battle against dragons was also a tremendous drain of mental power. It was a shredding, heart-shattering battle. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to fight through it or anything, and I wouldn't have been able to defeat it.

'Then fight fully. I'll give you as much power as you want.'

He was heartfelt relieved by a voice that seemed to push him away and never seemed to let go. If the black spear lets you go, that's the end of Setuna's life.

"... thanks"

Setuna was annoyed by the feeling of consciousness surfacing when she thanked the voice heard from the other side of the abyss. It rises rapidly. To where? I know. Reality. Morning is coming. The dream ends. That's just it, but I may have learned a little bit of loneliness because I won't be able to hear the black spear.

No, you should always be able to hear chaos bringer voices, etc. Whether it's the abyss of a dream or not, it has nothing to do with it.

At that time, the voice was heard in the battle against the dragon.

With a sense of security, he waited when he woke up.

When the lid was opened, it had to first be opened to the glare of daylight that plunged into its sight. Just daylight also brings too intense a stimulus to Setsuna after a long time of dreaming. The sun is just coming in to pierce his face.

He was on a comfortable sleeping table. I'm looking at the ceiling. The distant ceilings are wooden and the wood gives a strange nostalgia.

Fatigue remains. That was pretty tiring too. I have no choice but to give up. How much did you do to destroy the dragon? I don't feel comfortable thinking about it. He drew so much power and used it that his consciousness became diffuse. Though we ended up with success when we saw the results, if we failed, we wouldn't have been able to see them either. As it were, Setuna's consciousness could have melted into the void.

That's synonymous with death.

Never again did he decide to use all that power. Even if I don't decide, I don't think such a situation will come. There's no way I'm going to fight that dragon again and again.

"It's finally happening"

I was frightened by the voice of a woman who seemed sweet and obstinate. The voice, I know it well. It would be Miliu-Lebien. Why is she in his bunk? Strange, but seemingly natural. She has been on Setuna's side most of the time since she was taken prisoner. All the time, when you sleep, while you're awake, while Setuna's unconscious.

I had to be even more surprised when I pointed my gaze in the direction of my voice. Right in front of me, because there was the top of Faria's head. Apparently, she was asleep, stuck on the sleeping table. Distance enough to hear you sleep. I couldn't help but wander off.

"Faria's been watching you while you were asleep. I told you to do your job because I'm here, and you didn't listen to me."

Setsuna's expression was echoed by the way Milyu said it, which seemed to be clear and somewhere happy. I'm honestly delighted. I thought Faria would prioritize her work.

"... it is"

"I'll tell you what, me too, huh? I've been here my whole life."

"Yeah...... thanks"

When Setsuna turned her attention to you, Miliu turned away in panic, but Setsuna was the one who distracted her. Miliu, the man who unlocked the uniform, was a beautiful woman. I knew from the beginning that she was beautiful. Ever since I saw you on the battlefield, I've known. It may be that when you look away from the battlefield, you will notice its charm again.

The red hair is dazzling all the time.

"Oh, no, I'm just on my own, I can't thank you enough..."

"But I'm glad."

"Oh, yeah. I hope so."

Miliu broke his expression somewhat when he hung the chase on her mouthful. I guess she likes red. My personal clothes were also red. For some flashy impression milieu, it was a big outfit, but maybe that's normal.

By contrast, Faria, who remains stuck on the sleeping table, remains dressed in military uniform. If you believe Miliu's story, it means she came here to cheer up military work, but isn't she even dressed? Doesn't look that way. At least, it wasn't left all over the dust of war.

Setuna looked at the pain as she woke up her torso. I just moved my body a little, but my whole body muscles screamed. Muscle pain would be. That's all we fought for. It can also be taken for granted. but he tried to silence the pain and looked indoors. It is important to know the circumstances in which you are placed.

In ancient times, the room, which made me feel clean, was too large to keep one Setsuna to sleep in. Thick walls on high ceilings. There is warm sunshine in through the window, as if it were going to pierce Setuna's chest. Faria's blue-headed hair looks radiant in the sun.

I didn't want to wake her up. Faria, too, is tired. She's not the only one. Anyone who fought as part of the Gandhian army must be tired. We ended a long and intense war. It is not surprising that all fatigue has pushed in now that we are free from the tension of being at war.

"Is this...?

"It's a glimpse of the Temple of the Purple Dragon of the Heavenly Wheel Palace."

"Tenryungu?

"This is the heart of the Dragon House, the capital of Zalwarn. Heavenly Wheel Palace is a building of five palaces, so to speak, like a royal palace. It was supposed to be an unacceptable area for only the Pendragons and senior government officials to enter."

Miliu's unspoiled explanation seems to remind her that she is a person of Zalwarn. It doesn't boil down, but she's definitely Zalwarnic. A vicious armed summoner who belonged to the Dinobot Cave in Zalwarn. It's stranger to be on Setuna's side.

"You know exactly what I mean."

"It's obvious. Who do you think I am? Dear Miloo of the Pendragon clan,"

Miliu had strained his chest, but seemed to weaken quickly.

"... I don't know, you're vain. The name of the Pendragon clan is no longer an old one. Zalwarn is going to be a part of Gandia. The existence of the Pendragon clan against the backdrop of founding mythology will have to disappear."

"Gone, gone..."

"I guess I'll just disappear, too."

Miliu, looking at this one, laughed powerlessly.