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

The King's capital is not far from Kernall.

It was a story that we would arrive tomorrow morning without haste, and the carriage movement was a relaxing one. There is no need to hurry. The battle was over and Gandia was reclaimed. Leongando's enemies, who nest inside Gandhia, were swept away, starting with Gisele Court.

Though the troops branded as the Expeditionary Army made quite a sacrifice in their battle with Maxwell-Alkiel, they were allowed to immerse themselves in the aftermath of victory by discussing the rebel Gisele Court.

In such an afterglow army, Setuna was, at last, about to fall asleep. Maybe it's a big deal that we were able to have a good discussion about Ragna. The drowsiness was sweeping Setuna's consciousness.

At that time, it was a giant figure that came up behind Setuna's brain.

(What the hell were you...?

Griff.

A man who was the descendant of a giant and one of the six generals of the Holy Emperor, cursed by the Holy Emperor, who kept wandering this continent immortal, responded to Azmaria-Altemax's request and tried to protect Setuna from the Knights. but I hear stories that Setuna was moving to become a prisoner by the Knights or to reclaim Setuna from the Knights during the battle with him. That was also to keep my promise to Azmaria.

Promises made to old friends must be kept.

That was the odd thing about Griff. Maybe it should be called discipline.

But as soon as Setuna escaped Benoa, he stripped his fangs of it. Setuna was forced to respond to the attack launched from her overwhelming giant body. An attack in the midst of facing Ragna's death. Setsuna remembered her anger. And then I bumped that anger in the fight. The battle was on the other hand of increasing ferocity.

Black spears and giant fists bumped into each other, and shock waves blasted with aftermath.

When I noticed, the landscape was changing. That happened twice or three times. No, there would have been more. I was fighting in a landscape I'd never even seen. Snowfields, forests, mountains and coasts. Especially since the sea and the like were summoned to this world. I never saw it. Setuna was summoned because it was almost in the middle of a vast continent, a hinterland where many would end their lives without even seeing the sea. Most importantly, there can be no such thing as enjoying the sea.

The battle with Griff was not even allowed a moment of alarm.

At the end of the day, if you lose your mind, you could lose your life.

The life Ragna protected me from.

I couldn't have lost it.

I thought I had to survive at all costs and return to Gandia.

Did the thought go through the black spear, or not?

We eventually reached where the Phalia and the others were, perhaps because the black spear fulfilled Setuna's wishes.

With that in mind, you could have thanked Griff.

The Black Spear woke up during the battle with Griff.

If, at that time, the griff hadn't struck, the black spear might have stayed asleep, or could have failed to rescue the Phalia and the others.

Cool the liver.

If the black spear's spatial transfer hadn't been activated, it would have been extremely likely that we would have lost the phalia. Faria and the others are not the only ones. Weren't Leongand, Setuna's whereabouts, everything, gone from the world?

Ragna connected me because of this. My life was about to be wasted.

Setuna believes Gandhia has a place of her own. I am certain that if I have never doubted that, there can be no other place. Only then can Setuna fight for Gandhia with her life at stake. It is also in a country called Gandhia that we welcome the reincarnated Ragna. That's what I'm determined to do.

Thanks to you.

Behind the lid, the giant body of the glyph floats.

The giant body, a few meters long, bled every time Setuna cleaved with a black spear and regenerated every time she bled. No matter how much he chopped, tore, and smashed, his flesh was restored immediately. That is the curse of the Holy King. Immortality. The monster, which is neither old nor allowed to perish, was transformed in the battle against Setuna. It just changed from being like a giant human being to being covered with something like an exoskeleton. Though I thought that might be Griff's form of combat, I don't know if it's right. What, during the battle, Setuna barely exchanged words with Griff. All I could do was let my anger hit me with strength.

That was all I had for Setuna, who lost Ragna and was heartbroken.

And I think that turned out good.

I leave it to my anger to wield the spear, so that the spear wakes up and carries Setuna to this distant land, as I think. It's a convenient idea, but there are no other convincing answers. Except if the black spear explains it.

(Anyway, you're alive somewhere, aren't you?

I'm talking about Griff.

At the end of the day, although I wiped him off that battlefield, I didn't even think I could destroy him. No matter how many cuts he made, no matter how many rays he exposed, no matter how many times he tapped into the whole perimeter attack, he couldn't destroy it. I restored it and just wore a stronger exoskeleton. Within a tedious bump of spears and fists, Setuna realized she could not destroy him or anything else. That's why I didn't want to settle it another way.

Only glyphs were flown somewhere by spatial transfer.

Griff will be alive, and there are curses. It will survive under any circumstances. Even if it disappears, you won't get sick. It was Griff who attacked us.

Setuna had no intention of fighting Griff.

Still, I'm worried about him, maybe because he's also one of those people who gets flirted with by this world.

I wonder how unconscious it was.

seconds, decades, minutes, or hours.

Either way, although he even remembered joy in the long disconnect of consciousness, feeling joy meant he couldn't end up doomed, dropping his shoulders to dismay and disappointment.

Overhead, there is a clear sky. Under his eyes the wilderness is spreading, and those very similar to humans are moving in teams. I can't say enough about a strange sight. Humans are creatures who often organize armies and train in groups. Nothing is limited to humans to compensate for their low vitality as individuals by group. Many organisms exchange their flocks that way and spin their lives.

Giants, no.

He watched the military exercises, blurry, not just mocking his fate, which had been left out of one doom.

Unfamiliar heaven and earth.

The desolate earth showed that crops were barren lands where even bare plants grew, and if no grass trees were found, there was not even a sight for flowers to colour the earth. Naturally, no insects flock to those plants, no small insect-eating animals. I didn't see any beasts feeding on small animals, and there didn't seem to be any birds. Sounds like a place where even the Imperial Devil doesn't lean over.

Maybe that's why the humans chose the land for their military exercises. If you are here, you can train as hard as you can without worrying about anyone.

Close your eyes to the coolness of the wind blowing through. The flesh, which should have been split apart and shattered with the power of that man and the spear, is no longer fully restored. It's back to normal. It's back to what it should be as a descendant of a giant. Everything is recovered in different dimensions. This is the power of the Holy King's curse. Immortality, and, insomnia. The curse imposed on him did not seem very much due to human power. What is the Holy King? What the hell is that man who named himself Miendia Raegnus-Wargrain and took hold of the rulers of the continent? No, I can't dig up a sinking memory on the other side of oblivion. Memories about the Holy King are all obscured. It also seemed like the curse of the Holy King, but apparently not. I can't even remember Ragnacia-Elm Dorrus, who shouldn't even be cursed. It is natural to assume that something else is working.

A very great power encompasses and dominates this world.

It is not my intention to manipulate my destiny.

He could not hide his dismay that his fate had not ended.

Finally, an opponent emerged who could fight with all his body and spirit.

That boy.

I can no longer even remember his name, but fighting that boy was as good as he could remember. Not only was the power hidden in a disastrous and destructive pitch-black spear ferocious, but so much so that he, the descendant of the giant, had to give his full strength. Long life. Memories are annoying, but aren't they just enough to count, such as the fact that we've done everything we can so far? At least, it can't be, such as the fact that the flesh has been forced to draw so much power to change.

That's why I expected it.

Desired to be killed and destroyed.

But with the immense power of the black spear, he could not break the curse of the Holy King.

Even when smashed to pieces, the flesh regenerates and life activities continue.

He, in his disillusionment, watches the armies marching through the wilderness.

You look a lot like a human, you're not human. I am not an Imperial Demon. Some of the Imperial Demons say they approximate humans, but it is clear that they are not. From the Imperial Devil, it smells like another world. Imperial demons, alien creatures summoned five hundred years ago and forced to live in this world. Even though many of them were born and raised in this world today, they had a very different smell than the creatures of this world. Perhaps that is holding back mutual understanding between the inhabitants of this world and the Imperial Demon. Especially humans, they say, are sensitive to the smell. Therefore fear the Imperial Demon to the point of excess and react to it by the point of extremism. It may also be that the cities inhabited by humans were surrounded by walls in order to protect themselves from the smells of those different worlds.

Anyway, right now, it wasn't humans or Imperial Demons who were training in his sight. No matter, it can't be the descendants of giants, etc. Another creature. No, I don't even know if I can call him a creature.

He knows that.

I've seen it before.

(Dolls...... etc.)

I don't exactly remember, but I mean the woman who was escorting that spear boy. He had a different smell than a human being. I had asked him about it. Then the boy should have told me right away.

Shake your head.

Memories are vague. Always is. I could not imagine that the inability to sleep would put so much strain on my brain at the outset that I could no longer sleep. Still, decades after the curse, it was still there. The tough vitality of the Gentile's descendants may have maintained it for me. But after a hundred years of sleepless days, my brain stopped functioning properly and my memory became extremely weak.

Sometimes I even forget my name.

It still is.

What the hell is my name and why am I here?

I don't even know why we're surrounded by strange army groups.

"Giant..."

"Your Majesty! Be careful!

The voice was heard from the crowd of dolls. Dropping his gaze, an undeniable number of humans were about to rush over to a man in a luxurious costume. The figure in the luxurious costume is moving this way through a bunch of dolls. I don't even feel like golden hair is showing the goodness of a man's birth.

"I have nothing to show you. If it's going to be hostile to us, it's going to be a battle."

"But... speaking of the descendants of giants!

"I know."

The man, shaking off the stop, got out of a bunch of dolls. And when I got under his eyes, I looked up at this one with a magnificent trick. A small human being, yet its vessel seems to be bigger than the sky.

"That was a glyph. In modern times, descendants of giants known by the two names of warriors. He should have been one of those things called the Sixth Admiral of the Holy King. Right?

"Griff......"

The moment I rebelled, there was something flashing behind my brain. The feeling of a fragment of my memory that was splattered in my head connected to one. The moment when memory comes back, it always was. Memories are not lost. I'm just silent somewhere in my head. Like this one, if there was any trigger, I could remember a lot. Still, I can't remember anything about the Holy King.

"That's right. That's my name. Who the hell are you?"

Griff inquired, looking down at the man with that magnificent attitude. The blonde aristocratic-style man, with a chilling grin, has looked at this one with blue eyes.

"Me, too. I am Ruberis Raegnus-Diehl"

To the word Raegnus, he frowned. Raegnus is the title Miendia named after. They say it's an ancient word that has the meaning of a king in a king. There was no other pain in one stomach, such as the use of it by humans.

Miendia named it that because she showed the continent in unison. The present continent should not be united in anything. Since the Great Split, countless nations have repeatedly annihilated erection. Though calm now, that was not because something united the continent.

Uniting the continent is not an easy thing.

Griff, on the other hand, was impressed with keeping an eye on the man he named Rubeles and not making him slight even before the descendants of the giants. Normally, if you see a monster like him, you feel terrified. Even if we were allies, even if we knew it was harmless, immensity leads directly to fear.

"I am king in this divine kingdom of Deal."

Rubeles behaved as if it were an eye-catching one against Griff as well, and said it with dignity.

The transcendence was somewhere familiar.

And I felt the smell. The smell of different worlds. Signs of a different world, never felt from a human being born and raised in this world.

"Now, descendants of giants. There is only one option allowed to you. Follow me."

Glyph narrows his eyes to a statement that doesn't make him say yes or no.

"Follow me and the day will come when the curse that binds your life will be lifted."

Though there was no reason to believe Luberes' words.

"I am here to break the curse placed on this world."

Griff decided to follow him.

De-curse.

Because that was all he had in mind.