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

I didn't even know why I popped out of the room.

There must have been something I wanted to say. There must have been something I wanted to tell you. I must have had feelings I wanted to put into words. But my head circled around and I couldn't put it into words well.

I just woke up in front of the boy, overflowing with thoughts.

(You're a real idiot, me)

There was no voice to stop her running through the hallway. Though a few of them were mistaken for military and thought figures, they probably didn't even feel like speaking up when they found out they were Miliu-Lebien.

Miliu, who was a prisoner but cooperative with the Gandhian army, has become a sort of celebrity.

The same was true of the Temple of Purple Dragon in the Heavenly Wheel Palace, which was now dominated by Gandhian officials. Sometimes most of them are military officials because there are few civilians to be associated with the war. It was going to be a little bit further for such officials to be sent by Gandia's own country to Ryufu. And if that were the time, Zalwarn colors would be swept away from the Dragon House.

The ancient capital is dyed with Gandhian colour. That's never a bad thing. Absolute control by the Pendragon clan is overshadowed, which means that each person will be able to sing more or less about their human lives. Some of the people who were under the control of the Pendragon clan and were wielding power will be desperate to rule by Gandhia, but there is no choice.

There is no clasp, and all sorts of things come to mind and disappear. I don't know how that fills my thoughts, mostly about the country, about my family, about my family, about one person - and I don't care.

If you don't even think about what it doesn't matter, maybe it's because your breath gets stuck. Hmm, I thought so, but maybe it's not a mistake, though.

Thinking about him, I'm going to catch my breath.

Run through the hallway and take the ram to the left. Run up the stairs along the way and continue further down the hallway. Out on the veranda on the second floor of the Purple Dragon Palace, she finally stopped. I've been running through trying to escape from something, but whether I needed to do this or not.

By the way, there was always a veranda where dragon designs were found in the four outer palaces of Heavenly Wheel Palace (Purple Dragon Palace, Double Dragon Palace, Xuanlong Palace, and Feilong Palace). The colors are also vibrant. Under the columns and roof, if you head to the window, you can have some view of the township of Ryufu. It's true that I thought it would be a good idea to hit the wind to calm my mind, even though I didn't run this far to see the view.

The wind entering the veranda of the Purple Dragon Palace is calm, and I can't feel the intensity of the battle until the other day. It's natural. Wind is wind. Interested in human struggle, etc. It's just that the heat, the madness, on the battlefield, it just blows away.

(Will you blow my emotions, too)

Miliu took a glimpse of the dragon palace landscape as he deposited his back on the pillars of the veranda. The exterior of the city, known as the ancient capital, is sparkling in the morning sun. Many of the buildings in various shapes are decorated to mimic dragons, as if they are a hustle and bustle that this is the dragon's house.

September 29th.

The Gandian army had slipped into the Dragon House and was celebrating the second morning.

That means Setuna slept for more than a whole day. He arrived at the Dragon House late in the 27th. They have been recovered from the trail of Fort Vridia by a specially formed unit led by Ayn-Rajar.

Both Quon and Setuna were exhausted and did not even show signs of waking up. That, too, should have forced them to fight more intense depletion than anyone else. It's an impossible battle to think about in common sense. Such a way of fighting would be inconceivable to an armed summoner, and he would not try to put it into practice even if he came up with it.

The burden of the applicable armed summoner is too great.

Though there was no other way. Isn't it too much to know about the armed summoner, both those who planned the operation and those who accepted it?

What would you do if Setsuna had sequelae?

Though Miliu wanted the op planner and the king who would have accepted to ask, they must have answered with a cool face. If they say it's their role and the right way, there's nothing for Miliu. Besides, Setuna is a soldier. It is only his role to carry out the orders given.

I know that. So much so that I know, you know.

Miliu sighed quietly. Slowly, exhale the air in your lungs and replace it with fresh morning air. I also understand that something doesn't get involved in those places, but if I didn't take any action, my head was going to figure something out.

Confusion does not show signs that it will subside.

I have myself thinking about Setuna all the time.

It's odd. Funny thing. This is ridiculous. But all that came to mind was the boy's face. As I finished the fight and watched the tired Setuna sleep face, my anxiety swelled so much that I thought about what if I didn't wake up like this, etc. Even though I know it's none of my business to wake up, to wake up.

It's irrelevant now.

Miliu shook his head and tried to get rid of Setuna from his head. But I couldn't. Over here from the backflow of power, the clouds of Setuna's memory and his own are intense. No, I know. This is my memory, and I can tell that it's Setsuna's memory. But that doesn't work as a solution.

Unexpectedly, a gust of wind stroked Miliu's side. Seeing, Setuna stood. Speaking of a red-eyed boy with dark hair, there's nothing but him.

"Se...... tuna?

Miliu felt so shocked that he forgot to breathe. Consciousness turns white. Everything blew up.

"You surprised me because all of a sudden it pops up"

He said that when he returned the black spear in his hand. As the pitch-black spear became countless particles of light scattered in the void and vanished to melt, Miliu understood how he got here.

It twisted and flexed the space in an instant. One of Chaos Bringer's abilities, but he was supposed to need blood for it, but if you look closely, he had a wound on his left hand. It would mean that he damaged his body and transferred to this point.

"Heh... Is this the Dragon House? Ah. Sometimes it's just called the ancient capital."

He glimpsed the township of the Dragon House from the veranda as if nothing had happened as he crossed Miliu's sight. I can see you're paying attention. I'm trying to explore Miliu's emotions. He's trying to figure out what he thinks and what he thinks. But no, that's why Miliu couldn't understand his behavior.

"Why..."

"Hmm?"

"How can you get that far? I'm nothing, am I? Nothing, I lost everything. How can you be so nice to a woman like that?"

"I'm not even going to be nice to you."

Setsuna turned this way. He looks like he's in trouble. I'm putting you in trouble. Painful. How can my chest be tightened?

"I...!

Miliu was stuck in words.

Something must have happened. There must be a word I want to tell you. What am I? What have I done? What are you doing, why are you alive? What was the reason for surviving and exposing you to misery? You want to tell me that? Tell him, what will it be? Are you seeking salvation? Do you crave comfort? It is not. That's not the point. It's simpler.

"You don't have to."

Ha, ha.

"You don't have to try to tell him. You don't have to. You've always been."

"But I... I can't be here."

That's what I could put into words.

"Why?"

"Because I... I've lost everything. The purpose of living, the reason for living, the power to live, whatever."

Miliu put Setuna's face in the middle of his swinging vision. Face him, you might be able to tell him.

The more it seems that way, the greater his proportion that occupies her heart.