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

Such a common desire for a calm and happy morning held in Setuna's arms.

I want to make it happen.

But you can't make it happen.

If you try to make it happen even if you can't, you could destroy everything you have right now.

For her, Setsuna was everything, but for Setsuna, she wasn't the only one. I didn't want to destroy Setuna's world, I didn't want to trample on it. I didn't want to get dirty. Because if you do that, he'll lose everything.

I don't want his misfortune.

Rather than his own happiness, it is the securing of his happiness that counts, and I think that part of it is enough. It's also because I'm happy.

So he stayed just a little further away and was just getting satisfaction from being sweet or something to him.

The real deal is, no.

The truth is, I wanted Setuna to hug me. It was also lacking, with all its might, embraced by the whole body and spirit, entrusted with everything, waiting for so much to happen that it would melt to its soul. So it can all be over. I'm sure you'll feel happy enough to think so.

"Right. This is what I wanted."

Miliu meditated his eyes as Setuna embraced him. He is not Setuna himself. No, not Setuna or anything like that. He's a fake like Setsuna. But I don't have to wonder if that's okay when everything is similar so far. If that's what you want, isn't it a bad thing to sleep in that arm?

If true happiness is something far from true happiness, but true happiness never materializes, can we compromise with the happiness of this fig?

That would, at least, reduce Setuna's burden. Free yourself from the burden of Miliu.

"Oh, what you wanted."

Words whispered in Setuna's voice. When I was listening with my eyes closed, it really seemed like Setuna herself was saying that.

"So you can just leave everything to me like this. I'll take everything you got."

"Hehe..."

"What's up?

"This is crazy."

Miliu lifted his eyelids, leaking a bitter laugh as well as wandering around in his arms. Send an order to the knife you hold in your right hand. The cutting-edge of Laversoul's body became countless fragments as if it had been smashed and scattered, and the blade pieces were attacked by Setuna's impostors. Setuna's impostor immediately frees Miliu and jumps back. The blade pieces cut off the sky because the opponent reacted very quickly.

It reproduces perfectly close to Setuna's strength with the aid of a black spear.

She looked at the impostor and held Laversoul in both hands.

"That's not a good dialogue for Setuna."

I see the crimson knife return to normal, and then I rebuild it. The opponent looked at this one with Setuna's expression, unchanged in phase. Everything is fake as it is Setuna. It can never be real, because he's not the kind of person to throw up words like that. If it had been so worthwhile, the relationships surrounding him would have been different, and more women could have been his captives. In that sense, there is nothing else to be thankful for but the fact that he is a natural person. Miliu would have had more and more trouble with his place if he had been a man and had no hesitation in letting a woman serve him.

"What are you talking about? This is me. I'm the one you wanted."

A phony sets up a black spear, as he perceived it. The look, the trick, was all Miliu knew about Setsuna herself, and it just stunned me. How far do I feel if I reproduce Setuna? How far should I mock Miliu? Shake your head. In that case, there is not.

"... that's right. That's what I want from Setsuna, isn't it? That, in the end, created you. That's right. You are the phantom of Setuna, where my hope was born."

"That's why I'm gonna do what you want."

That's what I mean by not being Setuna-like in Setuna's appearance. He is the ideal setuna for Miliu to think of in his head. Setsuna, who is now in front of us, is what Miliu wants. Look only at Miliu, I have no hesitation whatsoever in holding Miliu. Such an aggressive setuna is what I wanted somewhere.

Exhale slowly and admit it.

Sure, I guess so. I guess that's what I wanted somewhere. It was somewhere in my heart that I could not be satisfied with Setuna's presence but embraced her, feeling happy in her days with him.

"Why, I don't know how that happened, and I don't care, but there's only one thing I'm sure of."

Miliu shook Loversoul down.

"I want Setsuna to, but I don't dream of getting her to come true."

The crimson fullness of Laversoul scatters into countless pieces of blade, flying as if scattered extensively forward. Pseudosetuna slaps down only the blade pieces that have approached him by wielding a black spear. That Setuna's physical ability was also Miliu's own imagination, as was the power of the black spear. Therefore, the blade pieces of Laversoul are easily shot down and destroyed. Of course, only blade pieces within the reach of black spears.

"Setuna is everything to me. All you have to do is have Setsuna. That's all I'm happy about."

"You're just trying to assume that, aren't you? You really want to be alone."

The words prick at the heart as if it were a sharpened blade.

"The truth is, you want to make it your own."

Porcelain, porcelain and words sting. I can't deny it, so I just have to stab him. I can't recieve it, I can't ignore it, I just have to take it with my heart and bleed.

"You wanted me for that. You've summoned me because you only want me to see you."

"Right. Exactly."

I don't deny it.

"But yeah. The only person I like is Setsuna."

What floats in the back of my brain was a loving, verbal and expressive attitude, albeit difficult to say aggressive, of the real Setuna. That's where real happiness lies.

"I'm not calling you a phony."

Concentrate the blade pieces of Laversoul on the fake setuna. Pseudosetuna kicked the floor as he swirled the black spear around and swung it like a storm to knock off and destroy all blade pieces. They're flying towards us.

"Miliu!

A fierce beastly look.

That's also, I guess, the look on Setuna's face that I wanted. I want to be attacked. to him. And at the same time, I understand that that can never happen. Because it's impossible, you want and wish somewhere in your heart.

"Setsuna is the only one who can hold me."

She told and activated the magic.

The magical light spinning by the blade pieces that had kept him waiting around easily encircled the fake setuna and instantly turned it into an extinguishing charcoal. Only the black spear remained. calories that are never bearable in human flesh. Low power, low precision, but magical power is like that.

Miliu was irritated by an uninterrupted sense of fatigue as he watched the black spear fall on the floor.

"Is it what I want…"

Rem did the trick of leaning his little neck as he stared at the fake setuna.

The impostor looked like a real Setuna. Just like that, it would be better, like, in itself. Setuna itself from the tip of the head to the tip of the nail, and whoever sees it will think of Setuna herself. Even Rem is so well done that he is impressed. However, there was no way she could reproduce it until the connection of her soul, and thus she could spot it as a phony. If Rem was incapable of feeling Setuna's soul, he might have been lightly deceived.

The reasons for so much similarity were also revealed in the current language.

"I mean, you're my master as I wish."

"That's the thing. And I can make your wish come true."

"My desire..."

Crush the same words as earlier.

Hope.

I'm not sure what the hell I want, seeing a fake setuna that would have been reproduced based on my wishes. What is it that I want from Setuna?

No human being can fully understand his mind. Humans are creatures that carry a variety of emotions in complex ways. Those diverse emotions hold their hopes for each. There will be bright hopes, and dark hopes. Of all those various hopes and wishes, I could not imagine what kind was chosen and imagined the false setuna in front of me.

"I'll do what you say. You're right, let's do what you want. Anything."

"... as it were"

Rebellion, I see. She nodded. That's what I understand. What I want. My wish. What is it that you want from Setuna? I can tell thanks to the words and deeds of fake setuna. Regardless of how strong the desire was, I did feel like seeing Setsuna obey her words honestly.

"Yes, I'm yours."

While I knew I was a phony, I couldn't be less upset when I was thrown up like that with Setsuna's appearance, Setsuna's expression, and Setsuna's words. There is no soul connection, and neither body nor mind forgives. But still, in front of him, he's the Setuna that Rem wanted. There's no way that one word doesn't resonate with my heart.

"Is that what I want somewhere in my heart?

"Somewhere in my heart?

Fake Setuna shook her head as she smiled.

"No, no. It's more rooted."

And with gentleness and serenity, look to Rem.

"It's the very thoughts you've missed while you truly want them deep down."