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

It was a moonless night.

I remember the freezing cold, the sky like darkness itself and the cold on the ground coming from my back and the intense breath of a man.

"Where are we going?

I could see a distant voice slowly approaching me, but I couldn't do anything about it. After I kept running out of breath, it was my luck to slip my legs to the frozen ground. When her vision was empty and the impact hit her head and back, she understood that she was going to die.

But the reality is stronger that dreadful realities await us than death. That's the footsteps.

"You want to go home? Well, there's no place for you to go."

The weight of a man's footsteps is probably because he realized she was no longer able to move. Back alley of the Glades. And it was midnight. It can't be popular or anything, and you can't expect help.

"When I get home, my parents won't be able to welcome you. 'Cause I sold you, and I had a plan to survive with that money... not to mention, which side would you accept?"

A lowly laugh echoed beneath the cold sky. I resented the thick clouds covering the night sky, perhaps because I thought that if only the moonlight, there might still have been salvation. Of course, trying to be illuminated by the moon shouldn't have changed the fate of waiting for her.

"But well, don't resent your parents? I had no choice. There is a reality that we cannot live without. Nobody wants to die. So we all work desperately, but your parents can't work..."

Sometimes it wouldn't boil any feelings for a man's words because it was something he'd already heard, and it would have been huge that his feelings for his family were out of the cold. My father, my mother and my brother, they all had to die - that was the first emotion she had when she found out about the fact that she was sold off. I don't want to go home. If you go home, I'm sure you'll kill me.

The man's footsteps stopped.

"What, why don't you say something back? Cry. Cry, seek salvation."

The eyes of a man with dark madness were in front of him. A broken hand was touching her neck. She didn't want anything. I just glanced back at the man's eyes. I guess that didn't bother you. The pain ran on my right leg.

"They tell me not to hurt the product... it's already scratched. You can't blame me for one or two more wounds."

The man, laughing like crazy, had glimmered a bloody dagger at his cutting edge. I felt no fear, but I was careless. If I were to die, I still didn't even want to think about it, like being molested by a man like this.

"Now what did you think?

A man distorted his expression. She even had a strange feeling about the lack of expression on her face in the eyes where madness dwelled.

The man, I guess, still didn't care about her attitude like that. The man was angry.

"I'll make it as dirty as you want!

But then when the man woke up his torso, his head was detached from his torso.

A joke-like redness of blood erupting from the cutting surface is burning into the retina. When the decoy and neck fell to the ground, she returned to me. It wasn't even screaming, but there was a shock. Fear, too, felt for the first time. The raw warmth of the blood flowing from the man's body was enough to make him disgust.

When I jumped up, the man's body slowly collapsed. Something is standing behind it. The person who killed the man. Can I say human or not?

At least, it wasn't human. And in fact, he wasn't human.

"Totally... an irremediable person is everywhere"

The voice was heard from behind. But she was fascinated by the presence that lay ahead. Something strange with a bloody sickle stared at her from the darkness.

When I opened my lid, only the frozen darkness covered my sight. But it is the narrow tent attic that covers the overhead, not the thick dark clouds. If you get out of the tent, you'll also be able to see the starry sky, but there won't be any point in going out on purpose in this cold weather.

(Dreams...)

Rem sighed. Ten years ago, I had never dreamed of the night I met Craig. Even if I did, I could never be reminded in the defenseless space of dreams.

I didn't want to remember, not that. When thinking about bonding with Craig, it is also an event that you will always remember. Origin of Rem Wau-Marlow. You can't forget, and I don't want to forget.

(So why did you dream about it?)

Think while wrapped in a thick blanket.

Looking to the right, there was Setuna's sleeping face. The distance is extremely close. He was leaning his skin over the cold on a winter night, so naturally.

The eyes, accustomed to the darkness, caught the boy's healthy sleeping face and didn't let him go. Regardless of his appearance age, he was much younger than Rem at his real age. Were you seventeen years old? It's older than Rem was when he became Reaper. It was ten years ago that Rem became Reaper. It was when I was about thirteen.

"Because of you?

Rem moved through the blanket and covered it with him. Scratchy, but not even scratchy wounds in recent battles, the boy's body was a little short of a success, but he was still a fine warrior. According to the story, he was an amateur in combat until six months ago, he only had the physical ability of a crowd. I can't believe it, but I hear it's true.

Touch your hair. The same dark hair as Rem's, tended to hurt. It's something I can't help but wonder if he cares about his hair. It's a peaceful sleeping face. It was as if the daytime battle was a lie.

He almost destroyed the army of Imperial Demons on the move from Nevia to Fort Waydrid alone. Of course, Lem was also using the power of Reaper to destroy the Imperial Devil, but Setuna had asked him to escort the horse, and the battle had been neglected. As a result, it was left to Setuna alone.

No annihilation was possible. Setuna's health was at its limit because the Emperor Demon, who had the ability to fly, then left the battlefield. When they fly in the sky, they can't even catch up with that setuna.

"I can handle it as long as I have some leeway."

Setsuna is a painfully crushed thing. It was the horrible thing about Setuna that seemed like I could really do something about it if I had any leeway.

No one will complain because there are about hundreds of flying Imperial Demons that have been missed and they have succeeded in destroying more than 3,000 Imperial Demons.

When Rem said such a thing, Setuna looked bitter.

"I guess that's not what this is about."

So what does it mean?

The exhausted boy was questioned. Then I rode a horse with him and turned back the way I came, but the night came before I arrived at Said Rock. I didn't feel the need to force it, although I might not have been able to reach it if I had rushed through until morning. And he set up his tent, and put food into his mouth, and slept with them both. Setuna fell asleep immediately. I guess I was tired.

Rem took some time to fall asleep.

The battle of Setuna, which did not take thousands of Imperial Demons for granted, was too intense. That was true in the Battle of Said Rock, but this time it was almost thorough with bystanders, and the impression may have been awesome.

Cross over to the boy and touch his neck with both hands. Gently, like strangling.

"Do you kill me?"

Soon, the boy's lid was open. You cannot indulge his red eyes in the darkness. That's the only shame, she thought. Red eyes, like blood, sometimes even feel beautiful. The frozen eyes, especially when he was killing his enemies, were so colorful that his blood was frozen.

"Kill your husband and let the Allies win far away"

"Then what, those hands?

"Come on, what is it?"

In due course, Rem pinched the boy's face with his hands. With a little strength he looked bitter. I don't understand, but I guess so. In fact, she herself did not understand her actions. What do you want, what do you want, and you're doing this?

He is not a reaper. Not the same kind. I'm not one of them. Others. A boy of a completely unrelated race. Just an armed summoner. He is not a Reaper, though he is the kingdom of killing and destruction.

(Yet... why?

How can, with him, calm down?

"That's a cold hand."

To Setuna's words, Rem lurked his voice and laughed.

I thought that was the only way I could say it back.