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

"What did you think, what did you do to the samurai?"

The boy, he said.

Contemptuous obscenities seemed to symbolize Niewe's position. I can see that anyone looking at him or him would have the same look and the same emotions.

Waiter.

If that is Niewe's mother's position, then it is also not clear that the boys and girls - that is, Niewe's brother and sisters - despise him. They are royalty. Though the same emperor's son, I don't want to be made with Neewe, who was born with a samurai. It would be unreasonable to take Niewe's position, but realistically speaking, it was a natural reaction.

But still, Setuna couldn't hide her rebellion against them. Even if you can understand it with your head, you can't convince it with your emotions.

"I'm having trouble playing with my father."

"Thanks to this, we have more families, and the Empire is about to reach its peak."

"That's true, too, but that's why you needed to be welcomed to the heir to the throne until something like that?

"Still, it's spicy."

"Dear brother!

"I know, I know."

It was during the conversation between my sister and the thoughtful girl that the boy's face, smiling flatly, turned to a ruthless expression the moment he turned his gaze to Niewe.

"Neewe, for one thing, I'll give you some advice."

He bent over as he slowly walked over to Niewe. My face is close. The chilling gaze reminded Siwelhein. I'm still a parent and a child. Similar. Without as much majesty and oppression as Siwelhein, I would feel no fear, but that would be the only thing. And remembering a rebellion is useless.

'Just because you draw royal blood is not to get on with it. Don't assume that you can be an emperor in case you do. You're not like us. Don't forget that.'

As he poked Niewe's forehead with his thin, long index finger, he stood up quietly. My eyes looking down at this one are freezing cold.

'Otherwise, I can't imagine what your sister Nina would see, not you. You and I wouldn't want to lose our only flesh parents, would we?

Nina.

It's Neewe's sister's name. I remember it in my research on Niewe.

"Nina is obedient."

"Oh. She's a good girl."

"Why don't you, too, apprentice Mr. Nina?

One of the girls glanced at this one. There is a mixture of mild insults in the calm voices.

"What can you expect from something that will always boast of your father's love? Let's go. '

Tell him unilaterally, the boy who stuck his finger at Neewe turned his back and walked out. Boys and girls continue.

"Oh, brother, please wait"

"Niewe, don't poke at my brother."

The last remaining boy, after shaking his head to say goodness, snapped at me for not caring.

At that time, I don't want Setuna to imagine what Neewe felt. If you were the owner of the same soul, the same feeling, you would have felt anger and thought about doing it in return, but that is Setsuna's emotion right now, and probably not that Niewe as a child would remember the exact same emotion.

"Niewe. You poked me again."

Girl's voice.

Even then, the scene changes. Moving Memories. transition. Maybe he's experiencing Niewe's life in pursuit. Why. Why not.

'I know. You made fun of my mother, didn't you? Otherwise, you'll never face your teeth.'

Probably, it's Nina.

I admire Niewe.

'But you can't. Enjoy. Keep an unknown face, no matter how ridiculous, overlooked, contemptuous or abusive your mother may be. Otherwise, I'll be mourning you.'

Until you, she said. I mean, I guess the Neewes were losing their mothers at this point. Even if he was scorned solely for being a samurai, it must have been important to him or her. That comes from what you two say and do. And Nina's love for Niewe, too, I know.

I don't want to lose my family anymore.

My voice was crying.

"Don't Be Alone"

What did Niewe think?

Setsuna doesn't have anything else to imagine.

Fly again.

"To this extent"

Again, my vision was low.

A gaze that crawls to the ground and looks up. Actually, I guess you're right. The more the earth smelled, the closer the ground was. I mean, I guess I'm in the open, but I could quickly understand why Niewe was crawling to the ground.

The person confronting him was Siwehain with a wooden sword in his hand. Niewe's point of view moves. What he saw was a wooden sword rolling at Siwelhein's feet. It would be what Niewe was using. I tried to reach out, but his hand cut off the sky. I did my best. Look up. Siwelhein's face, he didn't see very well. I'm sure Niewe tried to see it, but she couldn't.

I couldn't look directly at it.

"… Already, good"

There was deep disappointment in the chilled out voice.

"Back off."

A word of Siwelhein changes the world.

"Is Power..."

A strange man stood. The man, characterised by long enough hair to wrap around his body, seemed to have trouble with what Neewe had to say.

'You're in trouble. My sister told me not to deal with His Highness. "

The man must be Nina's man. Probably, though. I can only guess to that extent from fragmented video and audio.

Vision shakes heavily.

Apparently Niewe bowed her head.

'Keep your head up, please. Your Highness, I am nothing but an armed summoner. The prince and the prince should not bow their heads. But I get it. If Your Highness is going to do so, I will teach you the art of armed subpoena.'

When Neewe looked up, the man was grinning until he was clear.

Several world changes. Scene change. Memories of Neewe. It was a change that I felt like I was willing to do something. Intention. Intention. Thoughts. Who thinks of what and shows Neewe's memory to Setuna? Black spear? Or, edge of thurst. If it's possible, it's the latter. Though the Black Spear's family, they must be willing to be independent. Otherwise, I wouldn't want to remain divided from the black spear, and I wouldn't want to destroy the black spear and make its power mine, etc.

And it's convincing going that Edge of Thurst has Neewe's shoulder and tries to teach Setsuna about Neewe. Edge of Thurst chose Niewe. For taking any action for Neewe, it is not inexplicable.

"Is that His Highness's summoning armed..."

A long-haired man raised an exclamation. It seems to me that Niewe is a few years older than when she begged to teach, because, undoubtedly, the years have passed. Armed summoning is not something to be remembered overnight. Four or five years at least.

"Wonderful. What a force."

In Niewe's hand, a pitch-black dagger was gripped. One wave in each hand. The black-colored knife, from pattern to body, makes you feel how disastrous and even violent it is somewhere. He would later name it Edge of Thurst, which was probably enough to excite a first-rate (if not Niewe sometimes mentors) man as an armed summoner as well.

"As long as you have it, Your Highness will grasp the future as you wish."

To the man's words, Neewe grabbed the pattern strongly and responded.

Force.

I wanted power.

I just needed help.

Without power, I can't prove my worth. If you can't prove your worth, there's no way you can protect one of your loved ones. Gain strength, make him recognize value, and then, protect that one. Protect against the power of this country. I asked for strength just for that. I kept asking.

Force.

The power of the Summoning Armed, named Edge of Thurst, was mighty.

In a torrent of fragmented memories, Setuna glimpsed the days of the battle between Neewe and Edge of Thurst. He overwhelmed his opponent with practical training that turned in armed summoners and defeated more Imperial Demons than anyone else in the Crusade for Imperial Demons. He also met three ministers: Lancelot-Garland, Charlotte-Morgana and Meetia Armaru-Ranasiera. Niewe's life began to change dramatically.

That and this, because we have gained strength.

Eventually, Niewe was finally given the title of Duke of Fight, apparently at first glance by Siwelhein. The circumstances surrounding him have changed dramatically. The world itself has changed. Neither did the brothers and sisters who were looking down on him beat the crap out of him.

Power is everything.

That's what Neewe understood.

I asked for strength.

I kept asking.

The days of battle continue.

Rod of Envy, Mail of Dotor, Axe of Ambison - There was a battle against the users of the black and disastrous summoning armed. It was a fierce fight. That's what made Niewe weak enough to survive such a deadly battle in a series of battles that her life was in danger.

Neewe got stronger.

But not if you're satisfied with it.

More, power.

Gain strength.

Without strength, I can't protect one of my loved ones.

I have the power to protect that one and keep living with that one.

I have great power.

For that.

To that end, he embarked on a journey to kill his other self...

"But it was no match."

The voice I overheard sounded familiar. Gentle, serene voice. He was the kind of voice that wrapped his body and mind around him and relieved all anxiety.

Maybe it's because you sound familiar, or maybe you've really heard of it. Shake your head, not sure. It's not something that I really found out about moving my body, whether I was able to display my will, etc., but anyway, I was aware of it that way. That's what's important in a space that I don't know about this dream or reality.

(Didn't you fight?

"Yes, they were no match."

(Who?

"He did."

(You mean Niewe)

'Yes. Niewe. Niewe Raam-Alsur. A soul so defined. The other you.'

(Me...)

Just admit it. Sure, he was, like, the other himself. It's not just the figure. Even the likeness of my heart seemed like myself. The will to burst, the obsession with victory, everything.

It was me.

"You and Neewe are the same. It should not be allowed to exist in the same world. That has existed in the same world. Funny thing. It must not happen. Unforgivable. '

(So you must have fought)

Points the tip of the mouth.

That's why they fought.

'That's right. To decide which one.'

(... you let them fight?

Ask, but there was no answer.

(Who are you...?

After all, there was no answer.

There was no answer, but the voice has told us something different from the question.

'If you are alone, there will be no more problems. The contradiction that the same existence exists at the same time also disappears. Be alone. Once you're alone and you've got a complete self, you won't even feel lonely'

(to one......)

That seemed like an attractive suggestion. That you may not be lonely. He has always asked for his place to fill in his loneliness. We also do everything we can to keep our place,

(Does that mean you can be one with Neewe?

"That's what I'm talking about."

(with Niewe...?

"Originally the same existence. If one is fulfilled, we can live together without any contradiction '

(Neewe... what happens?

"Be You"

(What about Neewe's self or something like that?

"It melts in you and disappears. You won. It's only natural that it belongs to you. And that's fine. That's the dish. Absolute law. I'm not allowed to overturn it. '

(Reg...)

'That's right. Regent. You beat the other self. Follow the Regiment and let everything be your own.'

(Regiment)

When I crushed it again, uh, questions arose. Imaginable doubt, but put into words.

(What if Niewe was winning?

"Of course, you would have been one with Neewe, disappeared and lost"

Setuna was a little relieved when the answer returned as she had imagined. And it's about Niewe. Unlike Setuna, he may have admitted to uniting with Setuna without hesitation. He was burning his obsession with killing Setuna. I was jumping to be the only person in this world. If I didn't, I wouldn't have existed. I don't know what it actually is. But I'm pretty sure he was cornered.

He became driven by obsessive-compulsive ideas because of the emergence of Setuna, another self for him, into this world. In the first place, this world is the world he was born and raised in, and it is Setuna who should be excluded by the world. If there is a law that the same existence should not exist in the same world, then only Setuna should be obliterated.

But fate wanted to be settled by a duel between Setuna and Niewe.

And destiny prepared a black spear for Setuna for that, and an edge of thurst for Neewe.

It's a really stupid farce.

"It's you."

The voice must have come out because I recognized that that was the narrow space between the dream and the present.

Recognition is the power to interfere in the world.

At least, between this dream and the narrow of the present, that's all.

And by recognizing it, the gray world spread in front of him, and a man in black represented himself. Dark hair, red eyes, and tedious dark scraps.

"What. Did you understand? It's boring."

The man was also the incarnation of a black spear.