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

"I don't know about Miliu."

What I heard was the voice of a man I was used to hearing. It must be because the man's voice is too soft and calm. It's been ten years since I heard his voice like that. Father. Orian. Orian-Lebien. Olias-Leviath.

"Miliu? I think that's a nice name. '

It was the woman's voice that responded. I know this one well. I think it's miraculous to remember, because since we broke up nearly eleven years ago, we've been in the other world without ever seeing each other again. Mother. Lyuna. Lyuna-Libaien.

I was not surprised why my parents could be heard. Besides, it's a conversation I don't remember. I never even imagined the landscape where the two of them were discussing her name. If it's not in my memory, I'm not even paranoid.

So, what is it?

"But why not?

What is it?

"Why, Miliu?

In a flurry of bright light, she was listening to the conversation between the two, forgetting even her doubts. The sight floating in the back of my brain was too happy and full.

And the Reviens certainly had a time like that. There was certainly a happy, enviable family for everyone.

"I wanted to use some of your name, but I couldn't think of any other good names."

You put my name in Lewie, too?

"I wanted to put your name in, rather than mine."

"Your name is lovely, too."

"You're the only one who can say that."

So Orian, with a small voice that didn't sound like Lyuna, went on.

"To put my name in is the same thing as to carve a curse."

So he didn't try to put some of Orian's name on the kid.

It was intolerable to him that even the child who divided his blood bore his destiny and had to confront it.

But in the end, she was cursed.

There was no escape from the fate of a blood named Leviath.

Blood fate.

How long will it last and how far will it last?

He thinks about it all.

Will it last indefinitely long?

Will it be handed down nearby for good?

Or will it disappear somewhere someday?

Can it be ended in any way?

Think about it all the time.

Blood.

Levia's blood.

Leviath blood.

Immortal blood.

But nothing was inherited by the inheritance of blood but the curse of immortality.

The inheritance of blood is also the inheritance of knowledge.

Knowledge is memory.

An inheritance of knowledge is an inheritance of memory.

He was forced to make a choice. No, it's not about choice or anything. It's not an option, it's only one option. He had to kill his parents. I had to kill him. If he hadn't given me his hand, his parents would have had to keep living forever crazy. You can't kill anything but him, the heir, so there's nothing more than his hands down.

He loved his parents. My parents also loved him. Parents put an unblemished love into him, and he also responded to that love.

Love takes many forms.

But that's why it's so pathetic and vain that killing is the only proof of love. Most importantly, he realized that the moment he inherited it, it was meaningless. And I mocked and cursed my shallow thoughts.

By killing his parents, he became the heir of Leviath's blood and the heir of knowledge.

His battle, which inherited blood and knowledge, began then. decades-long battle. No, it can be described as a continuation of centuries-old battles.

It was a battle against the curse of the Holy King. Overcoming the curse and returning just to man was Levia's wish, as well as the desire of his heirs, who had been handed down from Levia as cotton.

Thoughts are engraved in memory, and memories are inherited as blood and knowledge.

Having inherited the pain, mourning and pity of generations of heirs all by himself, he chose no means to overcome the curse. One of its means was to become a disciple of the Red Devil Azmaria-Altemax and to learn from her the art of armed summoning.

His encounter with Azmaria gave him one hope, although his thought of using the power of the subpoena armed to find some solution ended up in prison. Because Azmaria was also a kind of cursed being, and she was also a living being for hundreds of years.

If we combine the immense knowledge she has accumulated over the centuries with the knowledge she has accumulated in Leviath's blood, we may find some solution.

But his thoughts were also vain, and even with Azmarian knowledge he could not find a means to overcome the curse.

Time flies, so does he.

Years to leave and wander off the land of the north where I was born and raised. He hears certain rumors as he flows through a group of small continental states. It is the existence of a technique called foreign law. The foreign law was originally a discipline and an academic to explore the truth of life wrapped in mystery, but from one point on, he said, he was not tired of uncovering the mystery of life, and his purpose changed to that of intervening in the very law of life. Therefore, they began to call it the law of wanting to go off the path of people - the foreign law.

Nor was it impossible for him to be interested. Neither did he differ in what explores the truth of life, because it was not exploration, but intervention in the law of life that was the aim.

Then he went for Zalwarn only because he heard rumors that then-state lord Marcias-Vridia was familiar with its foreign laws. If that's true, good, and even if it was a rumor without roots or leaves, there was nothing wrong with it.

He, the heir of Leviath, had a time close to eternity.

Marcias was, indeed, familiar with foreign law. A serious personality breaker in the ruler of a country was drowning in foreign law and using foreign law as if to fill the missing part of his broken self. He approached Marcias, who, while aware of his prospects, welcomed him. Marcias had the only virtue of acknowledging his talents.

As he studied foreign law under Marcias and studied foreign law, he became a man of Zalwarn. He entered the Revien family and welcomed Lyuna to his wife. In those days, an odd friendship was beginning to develop between Mirelbas-Ryburn and he was in a situation where it was no exaggeration to say that he was experiencing for the first time something called a humane way of life.

Eventually, one child is born between him and his wife. The birth of a boy named Lewie after his wife makes a new difference in his life. And remind him of his own blood fate.

For an heir of blood to die, there is no other way but to be killed by his own son, who is qualified as an heir.

Having recognised the fate of Leviath's blood, he becomes immersed in the study of foreign law. He tried to find a way to break the curse of immortality not only by studying foreign laws, armed summoning techniques, but also various techniques and techniques transmitted from all over the continent.

I do not want my child to inherit this curse of despair itself.

But his thoughts are also vain, time flies, and the child grows. In addition, a second child was born. The child, named Miliu, proved to be a girl and, long ago, a Leviathan blood family.

Eyes like jade on platinum hair were inherited from Levia and not expressed in Lewie.

I thought he was this girl.

I understood that this daughter was the heir to Leviath's blood.

Orian, where I repelled Orias' name, I couldn't avoid the fate of blood...

"What... this... what the hell"

Miliu snapped blindly.

There is a vague darkness lying in front of me. The collection of ancient letters that emitted light had disappeared, and there was nothing but dusty darkness in the void. Large basement. I don't even see any trace that it was a lab, and only the demonic squares, as if they were strange ritual marks, are depicted on one side of the floor or wall. I look around and relieve myself of those that no longer finish the role and no longer respond to Leviath's blood either.

Blood.

Leviath blood.

A specially made demon cube that only reacts to Leviath blood flowing through this body was carved into this basement. Leviathan's blood was the source of the Demon Square.

It was this demonic formation that Olias-Leviath drew with his own blood.

I can understand everything.

What did Olias-Leviath think, what did he think, what did he want and what did he wish for?

What have you done here and what have you created such a demonic cube for?

Everything was in Miliu's head.

Stand up. At some point, you were sitting on the Devil's Square. Perhaps he could no longer stand while he processed the enormous amount of information flowing in. The amount of information that was too enormous was something that Miliu could not grasp right now. And I guess that's a testament to her not being the heir to blood. An heir to blood would have been able to accept it without any contradiction, adapt without any problems, and draw it out without any glitches.

That's understandable.

I can also recognize the fact that you took over knowledge, not blood.

I can't convince you, but I can only convince you, too.

When Miliu recognized that the confusion in his head was subsiding, he slowly circled his gaze and deciphered the demonic squares painted indoors one by one. The ancient line of letters and symbols was one of Orias' great research achievements, as well as proof that he was one step closer to overcoming the curse of the Holy King.

The demon squares that generated this illusion of Orias were nothing but what Orias' evil taste left behind.

(Leviath Knowledge. Not blood, I know...)

Orias succeeded in sealing the vast majority of the knowledge inherited with the curse in this demonic formation. By doing so, he not only lightened the burden on his heirs' brains, but also tried to buy them a little time before he went mad.

The heir to Leviath's blood says he can't stand the immensity of the inherited memory, and becomes insane and seeks death.

But it didn't seem like Miliu would turn out that way. Because most of the massive knowledge that has poured in has sinked into the depths of her memory. And they have some sort of processing in place to drag it out of the depths of her memory, so that she can't do anything about it at her will. Only knowledge that had no problem touching it disappeared when it came to Miliu's head. Much of it had to do with the life of Olias-Leviath, and when it came to Leviath's heirs other than Olias, he was so wrapped up in mystery that he could say at all.

(Inheritor of Knowledge…)

Miliu crushed it all over his chest and thought it was the mission he had been given. I didn't even try to unseal Orious's memory. It unleashed memories that were only freed by Leviath's blood and took them on.

I wanted to scream. I couldn't help but curse and wanted to spit out all the emotions that swirl in my heart. But I couldn't. There's no way I could have done that.

There's no way I can do that more than I understand everything.

Only by the death of Olias-Leviath did the Sealed Demon Square react to her blood.

When she understood what it meant, she had no choice but to collapse on the spot.