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

My eyes are getting used to the darkness.

Then he felt like he was coming to know what kind of place he was in.

Gisele Court, alone, stands under the darkness. Scaffolding was unstable, but if you look closely, it was obvious why it was unstable. It's nothing more than standing on a pile of human and animal bones like a mountain. There are several layers of human head, limbs and thoughtful bones and horse bones, as well as strangely shaped bones that are not yet known.

On top of that, he stood alone.

Countless mountains of bones. That's not just at his feet either. narrow vision, but everything in sight seemed to be filled with bones. There was no way I could see the ground or anything like that, and I didn't know there was a foot trail. This was exactly what happened. Such a sight, he had never seen it this way before in his life. He won't be the only one. Whoever it is, I've never seen a view like a mountain range where countless bones weave.

There's no way it can be.

War is ruthless.

produce numerous dead at times.

The ironic phenomenon of giving birth to death was the disease that had plagued a group of small continental states for hundreds of years, a routine of warring nations turmoil. But no matter how many war fatalities came out in one war, it couldn't have been possible for so many to be left alone until they became bones. It is normal for enemies and allies to be handled properly. Even if they were enemies, there should be no such thing as leaving the remains intact.

Even in that sense, this was not the kind of battlefield.

Thousands or tens of thousands of bone corpses are not possible stories.

Gandia's hero tells the story of killing more than 10,000 Imperial Demons on his own, but if he did, he wouldn't be able to create such a miserable sight.

Nor was he able to stand in with the stench of the corpse without the smell of blood that would turn back. How long has the flesh gone and the bones alone been present and fruitful? It no longer even emits a smell, it's just an object that I forgot I was even alive remixes mountains and makes up a hellish sight.

"Hell......"

Speaking the words that came to mind, he was, like, good at it. Hell. Yeah, maybe it's hell. That would be convincing. I remember the moment Leongand's blade ripped my neck off. There's no way he's alive. If Leongando's murder was just a dream, there's no way you can think about it being thrown out into a place you don't even know the moment your eyes wake up.

Then I was many times more convinced that this was hell.

Of course, there are many things I don't understand.

In the first place, it was Giselcoat who had doubts about the very idea that there was something even a soul in man, and that after his death, he would leave the flesh and go to either heaven or hell. The soul of the good man goes to heaven, and hopefully God will bless him, and the soul of the evil man will go to hell and suffer blame. They were supposed to be like lessons, morality and convenience to keep evil from working while in this world. From a person in a position like Giselle Court, I can tell that there is not a handful of good people or anything else in the world that can go to heaven.

Thus even I wanted to see the post-mortem world filled with incredible feelings. But reality has to be accepted as reality.

If this is a hell of a world, and you're supposed to be dead, and you can be conscious and move, there's nothing better than walking away again.

Finally, it was all over arrowheads.

He went down the mountain of bones, surprised that his legs weren't even heavy at all, as he sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Even down the mountain of bones, there was no flat road or anything. Everywhere has flown topography ups and downs, and countless bones are creating those ups and downs. Humans account for the majority of them, where the bones of beasts, including horses, are added, and odd bones are mixed. Some of them were so mild that they stomped and crushed without the awareness of putting on the weight, and some of them were sturdy bones that couldn't break when the entire weight of Gisele Coat was on them. Huge bones could not be considered human. It must have been some kind of giant creature.

With that in mind, as he walked for nowhere, he came to the question of whether he was not the only being of his soul. First, I realized I was walking with my legs, and I wondered. The flesh was supposed to be in this world. Besides, he's got his neck chopped off, and he's dead. If the circumstances at death change your appearance in the post-mortem world, it's strange that your neck is connected, but apparently not either. Nor is it any wonder that an old, never light body did not know fatigue as if it had regained its full season power. My body is light. I tried to run for my age, but my body moved without any bitterness, and I even remembered to be moved.

How can you be damned and touched by hell?

With a bitter smile at himself, he moved on further into the world of bones. The landscape doesn't change whether you walk or not. A world covered in dim darkness. Filling the ground are bones, bones and bones. No wind, no smell. Just from time to time, I heard voices whispering something. Amazing, fearful, abominable, whispers of Gisele Court walking around flat. Is it the voice of the dead, or not?

If it is the voice of the dead, why can't I see the Lord of the voice? Perhaps the dead will become spirits with no figure or other form, and they will not be visible in the eyes of others. And Gisele Court may also be the only one who recognizes who he is. For example, various whispers surprise me when I see Gisele Coat, and I don't know why.

That's how it was when I was going down the bone path with all sorts of questions.

"Dear Giselle Court......!

Suddenly he was called by a voice he had heard, and he was not surprised.

When I turned to my voice, I saw a woman rushing over. I know it well in the long run. Beautiful Lucian woman. Looking happy somewhere doesn't suit the landscape of hell.

"... Sonia?

When the woman arrived in front of her, she asked. No matter, I don't have to ask. But I had to ask. Perhaps the Hell's deceased is degenerating. He brought an inner, bitter laugh to his own stupidity imagining such an impossible thing as a posterior. I'm just glad. To deceive that delight, I heard so.

"Yes."

Sonia-Rendahl had a superb grin to show only when they were alone. Only she can, just her smile. Only Gisele Court would know, the real girlfriend. Why is she in this hell like that? There is only one answer.

"... have you been following me"

"Yes."

"Damn, she's a troubled daughter."

Giselcoat, though he did, was actually in no trouble at all. It was just as I imagined. If she did, she would. She was too dependent on Gisele Court. I wouldn't have been able to live without it, so I don't even think that's a bad idea. Whatever it was, it was important to have the power to survive.

In the warring world, obsession with the raw is everything.

When you abandon your obsession with raw, defeat begins.

Just as half the life of Gisele Court has been.

"... Yes"

Sonia even had a happy expression somewhere.

"I don't ask anything. Let's get together in hell till the end."

"Yes."

Nothing, it just seemed to snort as best as promises. This reunion was unexpected for her. There is nothing but good luck. She just died because she couldn't live in the world after Gisele Court's death, but she didn't think that, after her death, she would ever see each other again like this.

In the first place, I can't imagine that consciousness will continue even after death.

Gisele Court honestly rejoiced in an unexpected reunion with Sonia and baffled her. She never thought Giselle Court would expose her emotions that way.

"It's all over."

He said, like an excuse.

"Everything's over."

It is about my days in this world, and my role in this world.

When he was born, he was given a role. It was something that could never be removed more than being born into a royal human being, and doing it all was the whole of life. I'm told it's all before I get carried away. Nor does it raise any questions. Because that's what life is. However, as it grows, vision widens and knowledge grows. When will I know that there are different ways of thinking? Still, there was no such thing as feeling burdensome.

There shouldn't have been.

But apparently, that's probably just what I was assuming.

Because right now, I recognize myself lightened by death.