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

"Anyway, I did my part in communicating the decision of the Mountain Protection Conference to you. You have no choice but to follow this decision. You're honestly pulling your hand from the Azmaria-Altemax crusade."

On the Demonic Crystal lamp, Quor-Ethen turned his back on this one. The pitch-black wings stretched from his back flick and countless feathers scatter. Those feathers disappeared so that they dissolved in the light of the Demonic Crystal lamp.

Faria, blindly, saw the sight. I am beaten by poked words and beaten by beaten reality. Countless scenes floated in my head, disappeared, and floated when they disappeared. Many are the days of Lyohan. It was a scenario of happy days with the family and of the training years of the armed summoners. Perhaps those sights go past the back of your brain in a torrent-like rush, because of the possibility that you had to decide.

"And you should sing about your life until Lyohan needs you. That's what Grand Faria wanted, and she tolerated the Mountain Protection Conference. You're going to have a good time thinking about life. There's only one thing you can do now, isn't there? That's it."

Listening to Quor's dialogue, she held her fist. Strengthen and, together, raise awareness that is likely to break. I stood up slowly and raised my face. Quor is no longer looking at us. He doesn't have to stay here any longer than he's done. We must return to Lyohan immediately. He's in that position.

Faria stared at Quor's back. The demonized wing bears a phosphor and is still trying to exert its power. If activated, at the end of the day, she won't have the art of catching up.

"I'm not convinced yet. Azmaria, I, with this hand, must…!

"That's why. That's impossible, so one of us is going to kill him instead, right? Can you kill your mother? You think you can put that sweet Miriam on your hands?

Quor's aim was the kindest and most merciful thing I've ever seen. It's not just a trick. Both expression and voice are extra gentler than sobbing baby.

That tenderness stabs Faria in the heart.

"You won't be able to. It can't be done. I'm the same. I can't believe I killed Miriam. I don't think I can do that to you, my real daughter, even to someone else in red."

Faria's mother, Miriam-Aslaria, was the beloved daughter and competent armed summoner of the goddess of war, Fariah-Valdish. It was only natural that there was nothing unknown in Lyohan because she was the daughter of Great Faria, but even after subtracting it, it was Miriam who was admired by many people. Miriam apparently had found her life in the training of her successors rather than succeeding her after the Great Faria, and for that reason, she had many disciples. Faria was also learning the basics of armed summoning from Miriam, and armed summoners her age should have been mostly Miriam's hands-on. Quor is one of them. That's probably why he admires Miriam.

"But still, I...!

"I think I know. You must remember that if you disobey the decision of the Mountain Protection Conference, you will lose your position in Lyohan. You're not the only one. Even the position of the Great Faria will be jeopardized - although there is no such thing as this, there is no doubt that the Great Faria will grieve"

The presence of my grandmother in her is so great that she just wavers because she was given the name of the Great Faria. Faria can stand as Faria because her great grandmother showed her how to live. The desire not to grieve my grandmother like that is strong. I don't want to strain her heart.

But still, she had to discuss Azmaria. Because that is the last wish of my father and mother.

"If you want an opinion on the Mountain Protection Conference, it's to climb Lyohan. What, we'll be back in Lyohan in six months. In that case, you might be throwing away the status and identity you've gained in this country, but whatever you do, you'll have to pay for it."

There was no room to pinch an objection to Quor's words. He's right. The Mountain Conservation Conference draws conclusions and even attaches the approval of Lyohan's leader, Farya-Valdish, as the Great Summoner. I just argued with Quor here, it doesn't make any sense. It was his role to communicate the conclusions of the Mountain Protection Conference, and he was not sent to hear Faria's words and excuses.

Quor's overly gentle gaze lets Faria regain her calm.

There are three paths.

(Three......)

Will you follow the decision of the Mountain Protection Conference?

Or should we head to Lyohan to give an opinion on the Mountain Protection Conference?

Or will we ignore the decisions of the Mountain Protection Conference and fight, as we have done so far, to consider Azmaria?

"Let me give you my personal opinion, and you should grasp happiness here. When I was with Captain Lion's Tail, you seemed as radiant as you were back then."

"What... what..."

"Even you know that. The truth is, you know as well as I do that you don't want to kill Miriam. All you have to do is leave Azmaria alone. Someone from Lyohan, someone from the Association, will take care of Azmaria. You don't have to put Miriam in your hands."

Every time he uttered his mother's name, Faria's chest felt painful. Turned into Azmaria-Altemax. Besides, I don't even know if Miriam's consciousness is still there anymore. But it is certainly based on the flesh of Milia, Faria's mother. Faria was convinced of that fact at the reunion in the King's capital.

That's why I couldn't kill him.

Quor's eyes, shine.

"Why don't I kill Miriam instead of you?

"Huh!"

"Scary eyes. Now you know exactly what I mean. You can't kill Azmaria. [M] You still love Miriam."

"You bet......!

"Yes, of course. I just figured that out, but I'm glad. Keep your head cool. You have your life. You have the right to grasp happiness. There is also a path of not returning to Lyohan and living. That's a little lonely, but I think that's forgiven and natural, given your harsh fate."

"What do you know!

Faria screamed and annoyed. If you raise your voice, you may be noticed by guards patrolling the Royal Forest. That, given her position, would never be a good thing. She is an assistant Lion's Tail captain and an invitee to a dinner party tonight in the Grand Hall of the Royal Palace. There is something out of place to be seen arguing about someone you may not be good at.

Of course, solving misunderstandings is easy. All you have to do is reveal that he is Lyohan's messenger. All you have to do is explain that he is an armed summoner named Quor-Ezen and that he visited Faria as a messenger of the Mountain Protection Conference. But when that happens, I may also have to explain why he visited her.

As for Faria's mood, I wanted her to give me a break.

But I'm pretty sure my emotions got so violent that I don't care about those decent things.

I didn't want anyone else to do anything about my life. What is the harsh fate laid down by birth?

Born as the granddaughter of Faria-Valdish and given the name of Faria, it is true that she had no right to choose her way of life. So what do you think? I've been happy since I was a child, and I still feel happy. Enough. As much as I don't think I want any more, it's a happy life.

If I had one more wish, it would mean destroying Azmaria-Altemax and freeing my mother, but the decision of the Mountain Protection Council was to take away from her the right to grant that wish.

"Right. I don't know anything about you. It's the same thing, but I know you've been fighting alone."

To Quor's words, it annoys me.

"It was Faria Belfaria-Aslalia from the Lyohan era who was weathering harsher training than anyone else, learning greedily more than anyone else, and working out more enthusiastically than anyone else. You did not allow yourself to compromise. Though it is thoroughly sweet for others. I guess it was only natural for you to earn everyone's respect."

"It's not a big deal..."

Faria, who lost her parents, just didn't have any other path to take. I just had to work myself out. I could not come up with a means to counter Azmaria except to learn and sharpen my technique. And that should have been the right thing to do. I'm pretty sure I couldn't afford to just sweeten the kindness of others, but the biggest reason was because that was the only way to fight my father's enemies and free my mother.

"It's not a big deal, it's not normal. That's why everyone backed you. I wanted to help you. Neither do I. But you refused to cooperate. Alone, I tried to survive my fate. I think that's honorable. But we felt lonely."

In Quor's words, Faria had to recall her training years at Lyohan. As the main mountain of the Continental Summoners Association, Lyohan, the center of the armed summoning technique, was so thriving that about 30% of its population could be called armed summoners. On the contrary, those born in Lyohan are learning more or less the art of armed subpoena, so much so that most inhabitants are about the basics of armed subpoena. Some schools were for training armed summoners, and countless others were like private schools. Faria was also born in the house of an armed summoner and learned the basics of her art from her parents and grandmother. There were many armed summoners of the same age who were learning from Merricks and Miriam as well as from Faria. When I think of my peers, nostalgia creeps up.

The town of Lyohan, an aerial city, floated behind his brain and disappeared.

"Enough is enough. Relying on others and being sweet to others is not a bad thing. You've fought through enough. [M] Hurt, exhaust, and still kill my mother?

"If you don't do it with my hands, it doesn't make sense."

"How could you be so strong?

"You have no choice. This is me."

Faria put her hand on her chest. The heartbeat is returning to normal speed. Though the feeling of the scaffolding shaking is still there, the calm was restored, and the thought is clear. The first disturbance was that the shock was just too strong. As long as we stay calm, we're done.

"I am not Phalia-Valdish, I am Phalia Belphalia-Aslalia. I'm not Lyohan's goddess of war, I'm just a human being."

"Okay, sweetheart."

Quor laughed at his shoulders. I thought, I saw this one with a harsh look on my face.

"But the decision of the Mountain Protection Conference will not be overshadowed. Remember that. If you come into contact with Azmaria, you won't be allowed to put your hands on it. You were removed from the Azmarian crusade mission."

When I wondered if Ravensfeather had emitted a dazzling light, Quol-Ethen disappeared from Faria's sight. What remains on the spot are countless feathers detached for a leap. Dancing and dancing in the void, burning out in the light of the Demonic Crystal lamp.

"... what are you going to do with me?"

Faria blurted as she looked over the demonic crystal lamp where no one was anymore.

I just misspoke Quor, and nothing has changed. The decision of the Mountain Protection Conference is absolute and must be complied with as long as she is willing to belong to Lyohan or the Association. If you want to pass an opinion, you just have to go back to Lyohan like he said.

Going back to Lyohan means abandoning all your present life.

Are you saying that you can guarantee me the status of assistant captain of the Royal Gandhian SS, Lion's Tail, for months, or more? That's a sweet idea. Gandia gained enough fighting power even with Faria gone. Miliu-Libaien. With Faria gone, Miliu will just be serving as assistant captain instead of Faria.

Only to that extent, such as the value of Faria for Gandia.

And if we lose our status as assistant captain, won't Faria ever be able to get involved in this country again?

Wouldn't I be unable to see Setuna?