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

"What's wrong with you? Nothing like this."

Miliu, not trying to break his guard, set up a knife and asked him how to get out. The other person is the person who looked like Setsuna herself in different dimensions. The figure, the voice, the attitude, everything, was Miliu's contemplative setuna itself, nothing else. There was nothing suspicious about it anywhere, and the usual Miliu would have happily hugged him and even been satisfied that he could be singled out for good that no one was there.

But she became uncomfortable with the person of that setuna itself.

I'm not sure where the discomfort came from.

He's Setuna. Whoever sees it, it's called Setuna herself. Ten people who know Setsuna should judge and recognize him as Setsuna.

(And yet... why?

The discomfort could not be wiped away, and therefore she put her strength into her hand shaking the pattern of Loversoul. Extra power comes in because the other person is the other person. Suppose, if it were a real setuna, what would we do? Such anxiety was also swirling in her. So ask.

"You're not Setuna, are you?

"... I was wondering what to say"

He shook his head with an awkward look on his face. Which of those expressions, voices and tricks were very Setuna herself. Setsuna gave such a look and often reacted that way. I'm familiar with it because Miliu is always watching Setuna.

For Miliu, Setsuna is everything in the world.

If he hates you, everything will be over. I want him to like me. For that, too, we must know about him. To get to know him well, I wasn't thinking deeply about observing him - etc., but when I realized, I was just looking at him.

No matter who else, she kept looking at him and often concentrated on him alone. Of course that's a normal story, and I'm not just watching Setuna until I'm in battle. It is visible that Setuna would hate me if I did that. Setsuna seems to like working enthusiastic people. Then you should be passionate about your job, too. Sometimes I want to keep watching him in battle, but, more than that, I'd rather be liked by him.

"Damn, how can I think like that?

"... I think it's done really well, and it's similar. You look just like me. From what? But you're not Setuna."

"So, I'm me, too."

"Something like that, too. But no."

"What's the difference?"

He tells me a little irritating. Setuna-like honest reaction. But the discomfort doesn't go away. Where is he different from Setuna, Miliu, seeing his expression, finally figured it out.

"Setsuna's not that tough."

"... what?

"Something cuter"

"Get the big guy. He's cute."

"... that's enough. You're not Setuna."

Miliu, fed up, told him. There was no more reason to continue the farce than to affirm that it was not Setuna. The other party is somehow made into Setsuna. Are you using the ability of a subpoena armed or another force to transform into exactly the same figure as Setuna, or are you showing hallucinations like that? Either way, there was no doubt that something was attacking the Millews. Otherwise, there's no way Setuna's impostors or anything else will show up.

"Who is it? What's the purpose and you're pretending to be Setuna?

"So I'm me. Pretending, that's not it!

When he exposed his frustration and shouted, he jumped. At that rate, it was much faster than Miriu's known setuna, and she was therefore delayed in reacting. In an instant, they get in time, then they play the knife, and they pay for their feet. My attitude broke down. Vision flushes. But Miliu's body never clashed to the floor. Because Fake Setuna held Miliu's body falling over.

"Shh...!?

"I'm not lying. I'm me."

Miliu turned to the kindness of the phony Setuna's voice, which he heard up close. The voice is Setsuna itself. If you are sweetly whispered in Setuna's voice, you can't possibly not even resonate with Miliu's heart. Even if you know you're a phony, you are. Assuming the real Setuna went that way, she must have stunned her chest.

"Miliu"

"... setuna"

Miliu couldn't hide his surprise that the fake face he sees up close is still Setuna herself. The facial creation was undoubtedly the same as Setuna herself.

"Good boy."

He strokes his head as he is held, and he does it right.

"What...?

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Don't worry about anything."

As he tells you, I'm coming. It's like I'm just saying that I have expectations about what's going to happen. If that is the word uttered by the real Setuna, how heartwarming it was. No, I'm still hearing a roar in my chest. Even though he's a phony. Even though I'm determined to be a phony. The words uttered in Setuna's voice echo and drive her mad, helplessly.

"I'm talking about it. Wouldn't you?

The sloppy, fierce leeches were not like Setuna.

The only thing I can say is that Miliu might have wanted Setsuna to do something like this, and his such obscenities were also very similar to the way Setsuna looked in his dreams. Miliu didn't dislike the fact that Setsuna was behind him, but he didn't think he could be more aggressive.

"Hey, Miliu. This is what you wanted."

Hugged by Setuna, Miliu stopped breathing.

That's right.

Miliu wanted him to do this.

"I'll be on guard."

Rem had a slight grin at Setuna, who suddenly appeared.

It's Setuna.

Rem's well known setuna itself stands in front of him. Height, physique, hair color, face, expression, clothing, armed - which was Setuna herself beside her until very earlier, and there is no doubt there. Setsuna. Setuna-Kamiya. Setuna Zenon Lars-Enjour Divgard Seidlock. The increase in territory has made the public name even longer, my beloved Lord is there.

But she didn't de-alert. Instead, he increased his vigilance even further, forcing the “Reaper” to take out his weapon. If the opponent were a real Setuna, Rem would have lifted his guard and rushed over to him. And I might have sweetened it to the good that no one was there. Only when no one else can do that without a coward. I can't be as thick as Miliu.

"You are not my Lord"

"What are you doing?"

When Rem was certain, he shook his shoulders and showed them. Such a gesture may be referred to as Setsuna itself. A familiar reaction. Words I'm used to hearing. It's still Setuna who's there. Setsuna herself, there she is.

"How do you look at me and think that?

"That kind of reaction, I'm not really like your husband."

Rem was realizing that while it was good, he wasn't sure where he was uncomfortable. It's instinctive. No, something more rooted, maybe.

"Until my soul, I will not delude you."

"Soul..."

"Yes."

She had a full smile.

No matter how cleverly Fake Setuna could have dressed up as Setuna, there was no way she could even fool her soul tie. That's the only realm where you can't help yourself, no matter what your opponent is. Even if God is the opponent, I don't think I can get my hands on her and Setuna bonds, etc.

"My husband and I are bound together by our souls."

The bond that was united unilaterally to carry the first life was no longer a one-sided one. The bond is stronger and deeper when Rem accepts his dark doll. The closer Setsuna was, the deeper and warmer she could feel the bond, and that was how she could tell if the person standing in front of her now was Setsuna.

From the person, I could not feel Setuna.

"Therefore, I assure you that you are not your master."

"I see."

He convinced me. Convinced means understanding the meaning of Rem's uttered words. That also means he's not just a phony. If I was just dressed as Setuna in some way, there was no way I could understand Rem's remarks or anything else. That was a strange thing, but it is also convincing if you consider it a trap set on the ruins. It caused a spatial shift. As much as creating a Setuna impostor, it's no wonder you could.

"Sure, there's no soul bond between you and me."

"Isn't it?

"But I'm me."

"Yes?"

Rem had to lean his neck. I'm not sure what they mean by words.

"It's me you wanted."

The man with Setuna's face laid his hand on his chest and told him.

"Rem."

I guess that meant exactly what I said.

Somewhere submissive, he was, indeed, the Setuna itself that Rem wanted.