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

"... you must be lying"

Rem rushed on to the word, about to put out his vegan self in jeopardy.

"Why should I want such a thing?

Why do I need to ask Setuna for obedience? Why can you say you want such a setuna deep down in your heart? There's no way that's happening, but I'm shocked by the fact that I can't say enough. The lack of words also meant that I was somewhere where I thought and wanted to be.

"Why..."

"I don't know. I don't know why."

Every one of his tricks like that is Setuna herself and calls for confusion. It is clear that he is a phony. There is no way he is Setuna himself. But that's why it seems to be somewhat confusing when you get the exact same look, the same voice, the same expression, and you get to show him the way he is. Human beings are not perfect creatures.

"If there's one thing you can say, it means you want me here."

"I Want... Setuna"

"That's right. I'm what you want."

"Wanted..."

"What's up? Rem. I can't do anything without you. You're the only one I can count on. Come on, come on, tell me what to do. Tell me."

Somewhere unreliable Setuna's words, reactions, were fresh when it came to freshness. Setuna, even when relying on her subordinates and subordinates, was a trust in strength and ability, not a manifestation of weakness, etc. However, I couldn't help but feel the pity of weakness from the appearance of a fake setuna trying to rely on Rem right now in front of me. That's what Rem wants.

(You think I want that setuna?

The more I think about it, the deeper it fits in.

Sure, you might have wanted that.

Setuna for Rem is extremely special. It's not just a pattern of being my husband as a servant. In the first place, the relationship between husband and servant only symbolizes the essence of his and her relationship. The essence could have been called the servitude of the soul. Rem died twice. He's alive now for the third time. It is Setuna who is giving me that third raw, and for that reason Rem is enslaved to Setuna. And I'm just acting as a servant as if I represent that relationship. Regardless, it was true that you mainly recognize Setuna, and it is also true that you think that there is no Lord who deserves you more than he does.

Even so, in the depths of your mind, do you want Setuna to be submissive to you?

(My setuna......)

Word it in my chest and admit my heart trembled. You tremble at the fact that you have yourself in the depths of your heart that you hope will be so even slightly. He hopes in depth psychology that his position will be reversed while he enters into the covenant of his Lord. That may be something that also manifests itself in everyday words and deeds. Isn't that the manifestation of psychology that joys in making fun of Setuna, the Lord?

But that is why we cannot acknowledge and accept it.

It is a hope that will never come true.

You can never make Setuna one of hers.

He has one of his beloved ones. Everyone will admit that fact. Miliu, Sheila, Maria, that's what I know. His love for her is thoroughly pure and dazzling. He doesn't try to hide the thought. Because you don't even have to hide it. That's why I don't express it aggressively, but still, it was obvious to anyone's eyes.

She's special.

As long as she's around, we can't monopolize him. And as long as Rem is in control of him, there's no way he can get rid of her or anything like that. If you do that, Rem will lose his love forever. Even if life continued to be tied, the mind might be mistaken and you would taste loneliness in the emptiness.

Whatever, that's not why.

Rem didn't dislike himself right now, and he liked the situation, the environment, and the position he was in. Setuna isn't the only one. I'm glad you liked the women surrounding Setuna, too. Every day with them gives me happiness. It's a vivid and unimaginable world on the brink of despair.

"Rem."

To the voice, it draws the consciousness back.

In a cloudy space, a phony looking at Setuna looks at this one. The expression was so pitiful that it did not resemble her Lord, who was deceived by Gandia's hero.

"Come on, lead me. You're the only one I can count on."

"... not bad, no"

Rem couldn't help but feel satisfied with his expression. Because Setsuna would never give you that look. Did Setsuna ever ask anyone for help? At least not in Rem's memory. Whatever the desperate circumstances, he never gave up, and he never should have tried to ask for help. Even in a situation where he was pierced through his belly and was about to die, he never fell into the darkness of despair.

So I guess so.

Fake Setuna's expression was extremely fresh and how delightful it was. Asylum-seekers. The desire to protect him, support him, and guide him springs up. Is it supposed to be maternal instinct, or not? I'm not sure about Rem, but I just wanted to help you with the fake setuna, which is true. I'm sure that's because that's what I want.

Imagine if the real Setuna had followed Lem with that look on her face, and that seemed like it would do something about it.

"A moment on which your master relies is a time of bliss as a servant. It's extraordinary. If your husband gives you any orders, that's all I'll feel happy about."

It's just a little hard to tell the truth. But if the other person is a Setuna impostor and the person is not in this place, there will be no problem. This embarrassment also disappears into the depths of memory.

with this imposter.

"It must be an extension of that. And this hope. And this wish. And this prayer."

Staring at the pitiful, asylum-driven look of False Setuna, she put her hand up in the shadow from Mizu. I wonder if darkness erupted from the shadows, wrapped around her right hand and stretched up and down. Darkness stretched from the tip forms a giant sickle body, complete with the Great Sickle of Reaper.

"But such things are only possible if they come true. How is it different from comforting Mizu when you do that to someone who is a phony? Maybe that's comforting, but there's nothing there."

Break, grip the sickle with both hands. Fake Setuna changed her expression. From pitiful to awesome expressions worthy of a black spear setuna. It was an extremely familiar look for her, and that's why she had power caged in her sickle-holding hand. My servant used to go along with Setsuna's training.

"What I need is a routine with your husband and all of you."

Since when, it has.

I don't remember when. But surely that was what was important to her. It was in the lives of one person, mainly Setuna, that she found a place of peace. Initially, it was just an attempt to be on the side because Setuna showed the light and gave me life even at the beginning. I didn't hate Faria or Miliu, but you can't even tell if you can do it well ahead of time.

That's no good, it's working - I think so.

There is something I have lost. I've lost the unbridled existence of Ragna. That fact is irrevocable. It is also what Rem commanded you to protect the LORD by turning him into life. That's what made me so strong. Therefore Ragna risked her life to protect Setuna, who was able to survive. And this is how Rem lives because Setuna was resurrected.

Because of the honorable sacrifice of Ragna.

Nevertheless, Ragna will surely come back. Setuna said she promised to pick up Ragna. At that time, Lem was going to pick him up with me.

Then finally, everything goes back to normal.

"What do you mean by me?

"With all due respect, you're right"

Rem was stepping in at the same time responding with a full smile. Raise the Great Sickle on the Great Upper Stage and pack the time. The other person looked exactly like Setuna, but had no hesitation in slashing her. He is not Setuna. That's what my soul says. Setuna must be somewhere else, showing us about Rem, he said.

"Rem, what!?

False Setuna has turned the flash of the Great Sickle on a single piece of paper, and he has been exposed to a voice of condemnation. Is that kind of pity, too, a desire?

"Thou art my desire, even my master"

Step further in, swinging through the sickle as it clasps the torso. The impostor avoids it this time when it is easy. Jumping backwards, he pointed the spear this way. The cutting-edge swelled white and was fired as a ray of light. The ability of the spear also seemed to be reproduced near perfection. Rem didn't care, he went in. A running stream of light blows my right shoulder. Severe pain occurred. It's not a dream or anything. Realistic pain. But she won't stop. Even to the blood and heat that blows out of his shoulders, he doesn't change a single expression and pushes on.

"Not my setuna or anything"

Soon restored shoulders connect with her right arm to cover her further onslaught. Pack the intermissions and slash them continuously. Fake Setuna retreats whenever the slaughter of the sickle rushes. Follow Rem's imaginary trajectory and travel the battlefield.

"I...!

It was the moment the imposter stopped to turn to fight back. The "Reaper” who was waiting behind the impostor slit the back of the impostor with a sickle, and the moment he was surprised, the Great Sickle of Lem, broke the impostor vertically into one letter.

"You must be a phony"

During the response to slashing and tearing meat and bones, there was a real feeling that Setuna had been cut, and Rem admitted that his heart was complaining of pain. The impostor was an impostor, even an impostor, unlimited in authenticity. You won't be able to wipe the feeling that you killed Setuna herself for a while, and you have to regret seeing the look on Setuna's face at the moment of her death. The bad aftertaste is irresistible and intense.

However, I appreciated the fact that the fake flesh mutilated by the sickle did not remain on the spot and disappeared without a trace. I don't want to see his remains because I don't think about it at all.