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

It was snowing.

The seat of the brightly white stained god of war seems to symbolize the coldest of this winter, and also reflects the sunlight as if to show off the beauty of a winter day, gleaming blindly. The snow has stopped for a long time and there is a clear sky overhead. Ethereal dome like falling out. I don't see a single cloud, and all the sunshine that leads to the apex dyes the seeping sky.

There is no wind, but the temperature was extremely depressing whether it was because of the snow that has fallen since last night. If this had been windy, it could have been outrageous.

Lyohan's winter is tough.

Especially in the aerial capital, it was such a tough season that it was not an exaggeration to say that we were training just to live there. First of all, at a point at the top of the great danger of Mount Lyov, it's tough for humans to live there. So much so that I wonder if it would be a miracle to have been able to create a dwelling place for people there, and not to be surprised by the people who built the capital on Mount Lyov hundreds of years ago.

It's funny because a creature called man accomplishes things he can't even imagine at times.

"I wonder if I can get over the years."

Though the words spoken inadvertently were like public discourse with no other love.

He turned his gaze back to her and glanced at the courtyard named the seat of the god of war.

"Don't say that."

Ahead of his gaze sat quietly the goddess of war, Lord of this battle palace and spiritual pillar of what lived and lived in Lyohan. Known for her subtle designation as the Spiritual Domain of the Goddess of War, this room was hers and currently there was no one else but her and him. The War Palace itself is garrisoned with four great heavenly samurai and officials serving the goddess of war, as well as samurai of the Guardian Peak Samurai Corps, but there is usually nothing like coming into the room of the goddess of war. Watching the capacity of the Goddess of War was the role of the Angel of the Goddess of War, the Four Great Heavenly Samurai, and entrusting the Goddess of War to the rest of us was about when all four Great Heavenly Samurais had to leave the Battle Palace on assignment or something. That's about it, the four great heavenly samurai care about the goddess of war, and they recognize that it's more important than Lyohan's guardianship mission. And that wasn't just the idea of the four great heavenly samurai, it could be called a common perception of Lyohan as a whole.

The goddess of war, Faria-Baldish, was an essential presence in this Lyohan, a spiritual pillar of the people of Lyohan, a symbol of freedom and a light.

Since its light began to shade, the very air drifting through Lyohan is heavier, and people spend their days praying only for the physical recovery of the goddess of war.

"I can get over it. I'm sure."

Malik sat right on the ledge of the Great Faria and went. The overventilated Battle Palace was just taking in the cold air in the winter, and Malik flaunted his shoulders in the cold. And although I was worried that the Great Faria was not suffering from the cold, as far as she was concerned, wearing a thick futon over and over, she seemed fine in that respect.

Most importantly, you're never in good shape. Unless you are in the position of a goddess of war, you should move your residence among Lyohan and into a warm mountain city, where you should rest, but your position does not allow it. No, neither the Mountain Protection Conference nor the Four Great Heavenly Samurai opposed the transfer of the residence of the Great Faria to the city of Mountain, but rather advanced it to the Great Faria, but the Great Faria herself did not listen.

The goddess of war, the protector of Lyohan until the end of his life - Fariah-Valdish's thoughts did not work, and Malik's care did not work.

"Really? If Malik's coming, I'm pretty sure."

Big Faria smiled small. I'm only eating the minimum here, and the meat called meat in my body is starting to fall. She laughs at you for losing weight without having to do anything, and so on, but she couldn't laugh at the Maliks. That's all the evidence that we're getting close to death.

"Yeah. Definitely."

"Ugh. Thanks"

"I'm not thanking you."

I didn't lie to her carelessly. It's true. As far as Malik can tell, if Faria-Valdish's physical condition continues to change like this, he will have it until the beginning of the year. That's for sure first. You will see the end of five hundred and two years and the beginning of five hundred and three years. But I don't know anything after that. I have no idea how long I can live since the beginning of the year.

"Yeah."

I guess that's why. Malik lay his own hand on the hand of the great faria placed on the blanket. A hand full of thin, broken wrinkles can't help but have a completely different impression than where I was on the battlefield as a goddess of war. But even if that deepens Malik's love for her, there's nothing to dilute it.

I'm the one who's thanking you.

"Why?"

"Because of you, I could be me. I met and touched everyone and felt all sorts of things. Really, I do a lot of things. Probably felt a lot like I wouldn't have felt if I had stayed that way. I could have known. What creatures humans are, what they think and how they can live."

My previous life as a human Malik-Majik. There was a lot going on. That's what I met that I'm sure wouldn't have been like that. It was a supreme pleasure to be able to exchange flesh voices with her, and it will be remembered that Quol-Ethen spoke up to me. Syville-Swordwin, Kurt Talisma, and Nyu-Dee. Meet and make contact with the colleagues of the four great heavenly samurai, and never forget. It was no exaggeration to say that everything about a human being named Malik-Majik was there.

"I got a little bit of it. I felt it. That and this, thanks to you."

A little.

Maybe just a little really. Still, it's much better than not knowing anything. Otherwise, Malik could not have known about her forever.

"Faria."

"That's not true."

The right hand of the great phalia overlaps Malik's hand. wrapped in cold left hand and warm right hand.

"Malik is Malik because you wanted it, right? I didn't do anything. I just called. That's not all."

"There was no one but you who could do all that"

Malik told as he stared into the eyes of the great faria. The beauty of an eye with a green iris has always been the same. I haven't lost my purity.

Fifty years before she found him, one thing.

"That's something special."

"Really?

"Yeah."

"Ugh... if that's what Malik is, let's make that up"

"Don't you believe me?

"I believe you."

I couldn't wait to see the kindness of her words happily for Malik. I guess that's why. Malik was driven by the urge to hug the Great Faria, but put up with it. If she was in a state of health itself, she must have hugged and got her in trouble. But right now, her health is close to the worst. There was no way I could make it impossible in this state.

Greater Faria opened her mouth, knowing or not how Malik felt like that.

"Hey, Malik. Just one thing, I need a favor."

"What? Anything I can do, just say it."

"Thanks."

Greater Faria was one of those who never forgot to say thank you. He was also the one who didn't make me feel the position of goddess of war. Maybe that's why everyone respects, honors, admires and loves her. And I think so.

"Please, I mean Lyohan after I'm gone."

"Yeah......"

"I will die. Later. Isn't that sad? It's about visiting anyone. What was born must die. That's the promise to the world. It's not hard. It's bad for everyone, though. If there's only one thing left to worry about, it's Miriam... but I'm sure I can handle it, so I'm not worried. Because I believe."

I couldn't ask what.

I'm sure the Great Faria only thinks vaguely, too. I was just asked what you believe, etc., and you couldn't answer. Do you believe in your daughter, in your granddaughter, or in the master who took over her daughter's flesh? Or do you believe in everything? In any case, it was an unconvincing story for Malik, but that's why I didn't even try to argue with him.

She dies.

He has a duty to hear that last wish.

"If I die, Lyohan will surely be rough. I'm not worried about that because I don't have a goddess of war pillar anymore, and I believe that one and the Mountain Protection Conference will come together in no time."

"Worried about what?

"That's right. Vashtalia must be trying to take Lyohan in when she learns of the death of the goddess of war."

"Vashtalia......"

"The Vashtarian community is greedy. Sooner or later, we'll have the whole continent in our hands. That's what their God teaches them, so naturally, they will. I've been focusing on taking full control of the power zone for the last few hundred years, but if Lyohan is thin, I'm sure he'll try to get it."

"You mean Vashtalia breaks her promise to Lyohan?

"Vashtaria did recognise Lyohan's independent autonomy. But I couldn't help but drop Lyohan. Even if you keep fighting Lyohan, you understand that it will only drain you for nothing."

Malik also remembers Lyohan's struggle with Vashtalia over independence. Lyohan's attempt to gain independence from the Vashtarian community is due in large part to the thoughts of Azmaria-Altemax. Because it was difficult for Lyohan to remain under Vashtarian rule in order to spread the armed summoning technique studied and invented by Azmaria throughout the continent. While under Vashtarian rule, the very art of armed subpoena could be monopolized by Vashtaria. That, it seems, was not where Azmaria wanted it. It is unclear what Azmaria wanted and why she wanted armed summoning to spread throughout the world and the birth of numerous armed summoners, but she did not want anything to upset the balance of power between at least the three forces, and for that she thought that Lyohan must be made independent, seemingly breathing into her disciples.

The high brothers of Azmaria, including Faria-Baldish (although they were not yet married at the time), followed the teacher's teachings, set forth Lyohan's independence and confronted Vashtalia. Vashtalia naturally dispatched forces to rage and force Lyohan into control. Lyohan's armed summoners greatly outnumbered the Vashtarian army, whose strength and that of Lyohan's proud armed summoners were the war of Lyohan's independence and overwhelmed by the all-time difference in power. The battle lasted a long time, but the Vashtarian army ended up recognizing Lyohan's independence with no prospect of victory. That is also the battle in which the Great Phalia came to be called Goddess of War, and it can be said how the people of Lyohan came to understand the awesomeness of the art of armed summoning.

In the decades since then, Lyohan has continued to exist as the only Vashtarian accredited autonomous city in the area of power of the Vashtarian community.

"But what happens if the goddess of war is gone and Lyohan's tie is lost? Vashtalia will see this time as a good opportunity to incorporate Lyohan into the reign. Internal work will also be done. Like the Radian-Old Smile just now."

"... so what are you going to do with me? I can't pretend to be a goddess of war."

"I went to Faria, but I don't need the goddess of war anymore"

As for Malik, it was unconvincing. The goddess of war is the pillar of Lyohan. The fact was understandable as a real feeling because he's been watching Lyohan for years, and a fact that many people living in Lyohan recognize. You can say it's all wrapped up in one because there's the goddess of war, Faria-Valdish. That also acknowledges the Mountain Protection Conference, which essentially runs Lyohan. That's why he was desperate to create a successor to the goddess of war, and he was haunting his mind about how he should subordinate little Faria to Lyohan.

In other words, Malik helped the Mountain Protection Conference.

Regardless, I brought little Faria back to Lyohan because the great Faria he wouldn't love wanted to see her granddaughter's face at the end, and it doesn't matter that she was the successor to the goddess of war. Even if Jr. Faria wasn't the successor to the goddess of war, she would have tried to get Greater Faria to meet her. As a result, I would have brought her back as a successor to the goddess of war, which was denied by the idea of Grand Faria and her husband and councillor of the Mount Protection Conference, Alexei-Valdish.

Successor of the goddess of war is unnecessary, she says. Both she and her husband decided that was the best choice for this Lyohan. Malik had no choice but to support the two judgments and the decision of Jr. Faria. Malik doesn't really know what's going on with Lyohan. I'm just thinking that because a lot of people say it shouldn't be without the goddess of war, and it's impossible to disagree or anything about the answers derived by the Great Farias who think things deeper than Malik.

In the first place, Malik had no intention of agreeing with the idea of the Great Faria. I can say that's why Malik is here.

"Lyohan should be governed and run by humans. So my successor is unnecessary. That's not what I'm asking you to do, Malik. Until Lyohan stabilizes, until one of Lyohan's men accepts the absence of the goddess of war and there is a world where the goddess of war is no longer needed. How much Vashtalia has been attacking me, until I can bounce it off"

"That's a long story."

Malik was not going to be sarcastic, he was going to give an honest opinion. Lyohan has been supported by the great presence of the goddess of war for the past few decades. Decades. It was no exaggeration to say that most of the inhabitants of Lyohan believed in the goddess of war. Nothing grown up thinks you can't live without a goddess of war. Old and young, people of all ages and genders, think that Lyohan is a goddess of war. The Mountain Protection Council's decision to use the name and prestige of the goddess of war in governing Lyohan was quick, but it was also the result of the fact that the goddess of war, Fariah-Baldish, himself, was used.

If the goddess of war suddenly disappears under such circumstances, what will become of Lyohan?

There is no doubt that there will be confusion. Depending on the confusion, you won't be able to bear it in Malik's hands, and it may disintegrate in no time. Regardless, I guess the Mountain Protection Conference and the Guardian Peak Samurai Corps are moving not to do so, but I can't imagine the status quo, what it would be like. The pillars that supported the heavens and the earth of Lyohan disappeared in an instant. It is more obvious than seeing fire that there will be unprecedented confusion.

Before we get through such confusion, it means that at last, Lyohan overcomes the false divine rule of the goddess of war and is regained in the hands of man.

"Right. And you're on your own, you're talking too much."

"... but I get it. It's about you. You can't just not ask."

"Malik... if you don't like it, okay?

"I can't believe you don't like that."

Malik missed his gaze because he didn't want her to look at him. Beyond the collision, the wind is blowing. A pile of snow may be rising in the courtyard. Well, I thought about that, too, because I didn't want to think of anything extra. Because I wanted to distract myself from the fact that the time to lose her was extremely short. But we have to look straight at it.

Otherwise, even fulfilling her wishes becomes obscure.

"As long as I have this name you have given me, I shall be the protector of Lyohan."

Malik wrapped her thin, thin hands around her hands as she turned to Faria-Valdish.

The vows must be kept.

Years, decades, hundreds of years, you have to keep protecting them.