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

Inside, there is silence.

Silence at night.

Close to silence.

Lyohan's aerial capital is a city on the top of Mount Lyov. There is nothing around, and very few animals live there. The silence when the wind did not blow was somewhat quieter than on the ground. It's just that when the wind blows, it's so loud that I can't even say so.

Now the wind stopped and the silence until it was overwhelming dominated the field.

Fariah-Baldish bedroom, named Spiritual Realm of the Goddess of War, etc. The room was cancerous and there was nothing to do with the conditioning except the bedroom. That should be it, too. This room is nothing but the bedroom of the Great Faria. The living room was separate, and the goddess of war, her work as a great summoner, etc., was to be done in that room.

This room was just a place for Big Faria to wake up.

"Faria. You've come a long way. Thank you so much."

"I can't believe I'm thanking you... for that"

Faria, her grandmother's smile seemed oddly weak, and for a moment, she missed her gaze. And with regret for that, I return my gaze. There is no change in the look on the face of Greater Faria. I can see you haven't even stopped worrying. Strong, say.

"It's obvious."

I distracted myself because I felt like I could clearly see the poor size of the Great Faria's capacity just by looking at its expression. It was obvious from the look on her face and neck that she was thin and thin, and she was in the mood to be beaten to the fact that she wasn't feeling well. Overall, he seemed smaller than when we met in Kruselk.

I may not be able to stand on the battlefield anymore.

My grandmother leans her neck.

"Really?"

"'Cause if you hear your grandmother's feeling worse, you won't be able to stay or not, will you?

"... right. I might have been, too."

"Your grandmother's grandmother......?

"Yes."

Big Faria nods quietly.

Faria knew little about what Faria-Valdish's grandmother was like. To the extent that I even vaguely remember the story of the mother, or great-grandmother, of Greater Faria. That also has to do with what the Great Faria didn't tell us much about, but there seems to be the idea of the Great Faria that we should look to the future more than the past.

"Hehe. Can't imagine Faria. He was a tough one. But he was a very sweet one. One who is tougher on himself than anyone else, and more gentle on others."

"You sound like your grandmother."

"Really? If that's what you want me to say, I'm looking forward to it. I wanted to be like your grandmother."

"I've always admired my grandmother. That one kept thinking about Lyohan. How can Lyohan get better? He was such a person, constantly making me wonder what the people of Lyohan wanted and what they were thinking. So I, too, imitated that one. I imitated it, and when I realized it, it was me."

I can understand what my grandmother is saying as a real feeling.

Because the person to whom the word refers was the very person named Faria-Valdish. My grandmother has always thought only of Lyohan. That's what even when I was playing with young Faria, I was thinking about what I would do for Lyohan, and I've been asking my child Faria about it. Faria, who was too young to know anything, had just shaken her neck.

"I'm not going to change my nature when they say I'm a goddess of war or a great summoner. All this time, I'm just trying to get closer to my grandmother. It's just that."

"Efforts to get closer…"

"Although it's not likely to arrive yet."

My grandmother smiled small and bitter.

As she said, to Faria, it was a story I really couldn't imagine.

It's unimaginable, such as someone who can't reach the Great Faria right now. I wonder how devoted, noble and merciful he was. Big Faria is the person I admire and target, so maybe that's about as high and natural, but from Faria, who can't even reach her grandmother's height, it didn't seem like a story without a way out.

Expose your mood.

"I have not been able to approach my grandmother."

"... it's okay, Faria"

"But..."

"It's okay."

In a slightly stronger tone of her grandmother, Faria lost the words to return.

Greater Faria took a moment and then spoke slowly. Gently, softly.

"Everyone thinks you will inherit the seat of the goddess of war. Of course not. It was I who gave thee my name. Of course, Merricks, you and Miriam, you agreed, and you even made me happy. Faria's name means something special in Lyohan."

Special meaning.

That is the value that Faria-Valdish himself has created. The very value she has built up in that life. Big summoner. Goddess of War. Lyohan's position as guardian goddess, meaning and significance are all created by herself.

When Faria was born, she said her name was extremely special and even sacred.

There was a time when the name Faria was even used as a word, so it was definitely considered sacred. It may have been natural, if not natural, for Faria, who was to be named such a sacred name, to have received some kind of special treatment at birth. Regardless, it was accepted because she was Faria-Baldish's granddaughter and Faria-Baldish herself named her, and it's not hard to imagine what would have happened if someone else had named her own child.

"I, too, was going to let you inherit everything back then. So I let you inherit Faria's name. I believed that the power and thoughts of my name would lead you to the right person for the goddess of war. And it wasn't a mistake in itself. You will soon be a man of the Goddess of War."

"Am I…?

Faria thought it was more terrifying than to rejoice at her grandmother's high ratings. I never thought I could be the person the goddess of war deserved, etc. I tried to live up to the expectations of the people of Lyohan. I did, but it's a different story to see if it comes to fruition. In the first place, the height of the target person is far away. There's no way I can catch up in those lives for more than two decades.

"You're not sure? But it's okay. You can do fine. I assure you. Merricks, you and Miriam are children. My beloved granddaughter. Don't worry about anything."

My grandmother's tricks are always kind. I can understand that its boundless kindness is what makes her a goddess. And that can't be imitated by Faria. Being nice to others is not easy. I would try to be, but not like my grandmother. Differences in life experience, I don't just feel like it.

Isn't there something fundamentally flowing different?

"When I met you in Kruselk, when I saw the connection between you and the people around me, I thought, Oh, you didn't make a mistake, did you? I'm glad I named you Faria. You're starting to make Faria's name your own."

"My… first name"

Rebellion.

The name Faria.

I have heard and known many times how great and sacred the name is to this Lyohan before I became mindful. There have been many times that I've been nearly crushed by the pressure of that name. Sometimes it was when I was learning the art of armed summoning that I could compare my name to my strength. Each time it was something that was beaten to a desperate reality, and he learned to do it in a frenzy of death. Because if you don't, you'll end up with a piece of crap just to tarnish your name. In that sense, I was grateful for this name. It was thanks to the name Faria that I could not fail to make an effort, remember to work out and focus on polishing myself.

It was no exaggeration to say that the one heart that did not want to tarnish her name created her now.

Big Faria nods calmly.

"That's right. After I disappear, when it comes to Faria, it will be you."

"Don't say such an ominous thing after you disappear"

"Hehe. You're sweet, Faria. I like that."

"Grandmother......"

"But you have to look at reality properly. The time of my life is coming to an end. After understanding that fact, listen to me."

Faria couldn't say anything. My grandmother's words are understandable with her head. But I'm not convinced by my heart. I get the feeling that I don't want to convince you or anything. But my grandmother keeps talking as if she doesn't understand Faria's mood.

"As I was saying, everyone sees you as the heir to the goddess of war. Both the Mountain Protection Conference and the Guardian Peak Samurai see it that way, as do all of the four Great Heavenly Samurais. Many people live in the Aerial Capital, Mountain City, and Mountain Gate Street. That begins with my attempt to tailor you to your successor. I wanted you to inherit the throne of the goddess of war."

My grandmother's confession approaches my chest.

Inheritance of the goddess of war.

Even as Faria, it was a matter to think about.

Because I also knew that everyone expected it. Even those Malik, the people of Lyohan, the Guardian Peak Samurai, the Guardian Mountain Conference and the Four Great Heavenly Samurai, acknowledge and expect Faria to inherit the role of Goddess of War. Lyohan's not the only one. Even the armed summoner of the Association, who left Lyohan, believes that Faria will be the next goddess of war.

I want to live up to expectations.

But meeting that expectation only means giving up Faria's own dreams. Back in Gandhia, on Setuna's side, we even have to let go of the trivial desire to continue supporting him. Of course, I know. I know. As much as I know that there is something more important than an individual's dreams and hopes, I know too much. That's what an exchanger is, and it's the duty and destiny of what stands above one to act for the country and people more than one's own wishes and desires.

Yes, I've been fated.

"Because I believed then that it was for Lyohan"

"For Lyohan..."

My grandmother's words are heavy and resounding.

It sounds like trembling your body from the bottom of your belly, enveloping Faria's consciousness. For Lyohan. Yes, Faria herself is the same. For Lyohan. Every once in a while the inhabitants of this Mount Lyov had to succeed the goddess. That's why I kept naming the shining goddess of war without a backside. Consciousness as an inheritance of the role of Faria-Valdish named Faria Belfaria-Aslalia.

When was that readiness and determination shaken?

When my father died and my mother was imprisoned?

When he kept revenge in his chest and left Lyohan behind?

(no)

In my chest, I shake my neck to the side.

Vengeance, he thought, was the least necessary to inherit the goddess of war as well. No successor to the goddess of war deserves more credit than the crusade of the demon Azmari-Artemax, who caused chaos and damage to Lyohan. That's why we needed to discuss Azmaria with this hand. So not then. More later. Not since we got to Gandhia.

Long after we got to Gandhia.

I'm sure it's because I met Setuna and I found out about him.

I like one.

"That's right. For Lyohan. Lyohan needed a goddess of war. From the War of Independence to this day, it took a pillar to maintain the Aerial Cabinet called Lyohan as a reality."

"That's the goddess of war, right?"

Listen to what I understand.

(Understood)

Faria couldn't figure out what she was thinking. I suffer as I am stared at by my grandmother's serenity and indulgence.

"Yeah. So I kept playing Goddess of War. He continued to exist as the support of the hearts of the people of Lyohan, as the base of his heart, as the pillar that supported Lyohan. That's why I looked for a successor. Because as long as Lyohan continues to exist, the goddess of war has also considered it necessary"

"So, take me?

"When you were born, I had something to feel. Intuition. And I believed in that intuition. Heaven tells you to choose you, right? That is why I gave thee my name. Believe that the name Faria will raise you to the person that the goddess of war deserves."

Having drunk the words spoken from her grandmother's mouth, Faria was filled with incredible feelings about whether she had expected me to be that much from the moment she was born. Surprise and joy fill my chest. My grandmother narrowed her eyes, wondering how she should react.

"But a mistake"

"Huh?"

"Not much this past year - yeah, that's the conclusion I've been thinking about ever since I became known as the goddess of war."

"Is there a mistake...?

"Yeah. It's a mistake."

Faria-Valdish, quietly affirmed.

"The very structure of Lyohan, which culminates in the existence of the goddess of war, is a mistake."

Even in the calm voice, my heart shook as I could never feel the unwavering strength.

In front of Pharia, there was certainly a goddess of war, one of whom sat.