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

To the bottom of darkness.

Just to the bottom.

Falling, falling, falling, falling, the darkness is too deep and there is no sign of reaching the bottom.

Still keeps falling.

There's nothing more to it than falling without wings.

No, there must have been wings.

He looked back and confirmed a pair of wings growing from his own back.

(There was...!

He spread his wings and let them feather with joy. Beat the darkness, wind it up, and go up to heaven. but there was no wind. The wings didn't work the way they wanted. I saw the feathers fall out. Countless feathers scatter from the wings. That's not all. I see the wings turning black and decaying with it. There is no stopping corruption. It's just that the pain of burning your whole body irritates your consciousness and knocks him down into the abyss of despair.

(How could...!

Even though I tried to scream, I didn't have a voice. The rot is burning from the wings to the back, from the back to the subcutaneous, to the gut and even to the throat. The calories of the pain are overwhelming, and he can only despair of a situation in which he cannot wander around in agony.

Falling doesn't stop.

It's a bad dream.

He understands. This is all just a nightmare, and I also know that nothing is actually happening. That's why I can't ignore this dream pain. As a matter of reality, I'm in pain. More than I realize, it's not a dream, it's nothing but reality.

He had no idea what this painful fall into darkness meant. Pain erodes the body endlessly and ramps around as if it destroys the whole body. I sought salvation. But if it's not my voice, there's nothing I can do. Giving up passes the back of your brain.

If I give up, will it make it easier?

Beyond the darkness, I saw something.

"Why don't you be like my brother"

Distant, distant memories come back. Nostalgia, bitter memories.

Training alone with my father. Sword archery. The sound of waving a wooden sword. Impact transmitted to the hand. Weight. Splashing sweat. Colour of the floor. distant ceilings. A lot of information creates the sight of the day.

"Excuse me... Father"

Crawling on the floor, he started by apologizing, as usual. I can't be like my brother. It was like a curse engraved on his soul when he was mindful. His brother could have done anything. If the sword was good, the spear was skillful, and the bow arm was first-class. Of course, it's natural that the older brother is better, but in his case and his brother's case, it's apparently not just a matter of age difference.

Apparently it's due to the availability of talent.

'It's not about apologizing for anything. One person is not good at it. My brother has a sword talent, and you have another talent. That's all.'

"My talent......"

When he looked up, my father looked at this one with a serene look, as usual. It was a habit since my father was amuleting the prince to give in to the occasion and try to keep his gaze as close as possible. The temper to beat something that was already total gray hair but still young was overflowing from my father's entire body. I wanted to help my father like that, and he worked hard. Every day, I didn't do the archery and the workout. Still, it never improved.

Availability of talent.

I have no talent.

Yet my father did not let him go.

"Even if I don't see it yet, sooner or later, I'll see it. There comes a time when I know. My talent, my role, my mission. Until then, if we don't give up on moving forward, we're talking about... '

'I will not give up... you must not give up...'

'That's what I'm talking about. Ruufa, before you were a member of the Balghazar family, you were alone. It is up to you to decide how to live a human life. Not home or country. You can live the way you want to live.'

I guess my father meant to be an inspiration.

"You can leave the house to me and Laxus"

Perhaps that one word could have been a trigger.

Father's casual words. Perhaps the true intent of Algazard is as if it were something different from what Ruufa felt. Perhaps it was a single-minded attempt to free Ruufa from the burdens of the Barghazar family. But Ruufa didn't take it that way. Should I say I didn't receive it?

Isn't this the time they let you go?

I wasn't as talented or as physically capable as my brother. It's not that my body is sturdy, and I'm not in excellent shape. There's nothing to be praised for. You can't expect such a person.

Isn't it natural to be abandoned, abandoned?

"And you summoned me"

In the darkness that keeps falling, it's been, like, singing. That's a good voice. It was as if it echoed infinitely in darkness.

(... every time, you show crappy fantasies)

When I was malignant in my chest, the pain that was burning all over my body had disappeared. It's no different that you're in a free fall. but if the pain is gone, hopelessness seems to be something that can disappear, something that makes me feel optimistic. It is also significant that it has been established that this is a dream.

If it's not between dreams and the present, it's not going to be a voice.

"No, you searched for a way to summon"

He throws a ruthless voice from heaven. It was the will of the subpoena armed that he named Sylphide Feather.

Cold and extreme voice and hopeless dreams.

Maybe that's why I don't have good feelings for Sylphide Feather.

"Seems like he's been straying for a long time since he got my wings..."

(Extra help)

Still no voice, but I don't mind, Ruufa screamed all over her chest. I know I'll pass it on to them. The opponent says that the summoning weapon is capable of peeking into the summoner's mind. I have a soul pact, so maybe it's inevitable. Because the soul and soul are connected, you can read the summoner's mind. And vice versa.

It must have been the psychological state of Silfed Feather that had affected Ruufa's being annoyed by the sound of the wind.

"No, that's your problem."

(My...?

"Your suffering has been my pain."

(Ha... you're kidding)

The spinning words of Silfed Feather were hard to believe by now. Hasn't Silfed Feather ever had this meaningless nightmare inflicting pain on Ruufa?

"I recognized you as the Lord, and I answered your summons, didn't I? Is there anything that please the Lord that is suffering?"

(You're unbelievable...)

"That's why I hate you."

Ruufa had no choice but to laugh bitterly, as if she were a child. So is it that I've been having nightmares about Ruufa? The motive is too childish to be ridiculous.

I hated you, too.

This was the first time Ruufa hit Silfed Feather for real. I'm afraid I don't know how Silfed Feather reacts, but I can't help it. This is the world of silphide feathers. Everything was as Silfed Feather wanted it to be.

(But you do. I understand now. I couldn't have done anything without you. I couldn't even fly and I guess I kept rotting)

It was Silfed Feather who met his mentor, learned how to do it, worked out his body, and finally made his rounds. Even then, I tried several techniques and used different subpoenas, but none of them were tight. Only silfed feathers were different. From the first time I summoned him, I became familiar with Ruufa's body. It worked the way I wanted. I could fight as I wanted. Only Sylphide Feather answered his expectations.

(Get the wings, I'm free. I could find myself. Give me your place. My loved ones. Thanks to you, everything)

Ruufa followed her now because of the Silfed Feather. He became the Royal Palace Summoner of Gandhia and became the Deputy Chief of the Royal SS Lion's Tail, Ruufa Zenon-Bargazar.

I'm glad I didn't give up.

He thinks so wholeheartedly. My father was right. It was because we kept moving forward without giving up that we came across an armed subpoena, and we were able to find Silfed Feather. And wasn't it possible to get to know a boy destined for him, Setuna, because he kept moving forward without giving up?

"You finally understand... it's too late"

What I had waved from heaven was a stubborn voice.

Maybe Silfed Feather is really young.

(Sorry...... thanks so far. And keep asking)

"... Hmm. You don't have to."

With those words, the floating sensation envelops Ruufa's consciousness. It augurs well for the end of the dream. Silfed Feather is trying to put an end to this fantasy. A dream that cannot necessarily be called a nightmare disappears without sound. Reality is looming.

When I thought the darkness had opened, there was Emil-Lizil's face. With a worried look on her face, she was apparently peeking into Ruufa's sleeping face.

"It looks like you've been doing it a long time, but are you a jerk? Did you have any bad dreams?

"Mmm...... oh well. Nothing."

Ruufa stared at Emil's face, illuminated by the light of night, as he clouded his tea with appropriate words. Consciousness is still in a semi-awakening state and I am not sure what the situation is right now. I can understand not to sweat all over my body, and I can also understand that the reason is a dream I just had. I think if I only knew that, I might be able to do it.

"Um... is something on my face?

"No. I just wanted to watch."

When Ruufa was telling the truth, she turned away in embarrassment. The reaction was so pathetic that Ruufa wondered if she was still dreaming.

(In fact, it's like a dream)

I definitely had a dream life from whoever I saw it from.

'Whatever. Yeah, yeah, yeah!?

They heard voices that inadvertently shook the entire battalion building, and they looked at each other. There was only one person I could think of that shouted so loud at midnight like this, and I could only think of one cause for that.

"... Mr. Miliu?

"Again, captain, I guess..."

Ruufa thought of the boy of fate, rubbing his sleeping eyes. No, I felt the harshness of destiny swinging at the boy, and I sympathized.