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

"I don't mind that... what happened?

Setsuna couldn't help but remember a heartbeat at Midgard's sometime serious look. Midgard is an elusive figure. Though always serious when it comes to research and Urk, the expression itself rarely hardened. He was the one who could feel free at all times.

And yet, I couldn't feel any room from Midgard right now. I even feel like I'm persecuting you somewhere.

"Midgard. What does that mean? My body was supposed to be fine."

I guess what Urk asked Midgard was something she hadn't been asked either. Admit agitation in the undulating voice of your emotions. Midgard shook his head small.

"Urk, it's not about your body."

Midgard removed a piece of paper from the inside of his jacket. Seeing where the letters are surprisingly written, it looks like a letter.

"A letter addressed to me was just sent to you by the King's Landing."

"From Wang Du? Did the royal palace give you any instructions?

"It's not like that, it's a letter from my men in the Holy Kingdom to me who would be in the king's capital."

It seems that someone in the Royal Palace found out about it and sent it to him, who would be in the Dragon House.

"Something happened at the Deal, right?

I can't stop a bad feeling from swelling up in my chest.

It was last year that Midgard accompanied Urk and visited Gandia. Not a year has passed, but in the meantime, there is no indication that he has been in contact with the Kingdom of the Holy Deal. There had never been any report from him to Deal, or any instructions or letters from Deal to him. I guess that was due to him jumping out of Deal on his own, and it also affected Deal's human inability to grasp his trends into character.

"That's the thing. We must now return to the Holy Kingdom."

"Do I have to accompany you, too?

"Of course I do. Given your feelings, I'd like to leave you with Uncle Setsuna, but no one but me can fix your body. I have trouble being faulty. Regardless, our greatest masterpiece, you can't possibly fail so easily, just in case. If anything like fighting the thirteenth knight again. If an armed summoner as much as Maxwell-Alkiel appears as an enemy of Gandhia. Even if I can't stay intact with you. We can't even make regular inspections or adjustments. You, too, will be unwell by the time I come back to Gandhia, and you will not be able to help Uncle Setuna Sama, will you?

Urk nodded without a single objection as Midgard stood up early.

"Yes."

It looks like a discouraged look somewhere, but there's no way the look on Urk's face covered in metal skin can change either. It is the fault of my mind, and it will be a mistake.

"If you return with me to the Holy Kingdom, it is also possible to repair it perfectly. At dawn of another visit to Gandia, it would not be a bad idea to return to the Holy Kingdom once you consider that you can offer further service to Uncle Setuna Sama"

"I have no objection"

It seemed to me that Urk had regained some energy. Urk does have feelings. It was just that I had little means of expressing my emotions, and I tried to think that Setsuna felt that way, not because of her chi, etc.

Midgard's glance at Urk is as full of charity as it is of his father, who watches over his real daughter.

"Mr. Midgard."

"What is it?"

"I don't mind if I can't talk to you...... may I ask what happened?

"... Yep. Until today, I was left to look after Uncle Setuna. Naturally, Berthama Setuna has a right to know."

Midgard has looked to Setuna by putting the letter back inside his jacket. The world's highest intelligence lies in seriousness. And the words emanating from his mouth had a shock far beyond Setuna's imagination.

"The holy kingdom has succeeded in mass-producing magic puppets."

"Mass Production of Demon Crystal Dolls......?

"That means a lot of Urk has been developed?

"That's what happens"

The surrounding gaze concentrates on Midgard, who affirmed Faria's words.

Mass production of Demonic Crystal dolls with the same performance as Urk.

That was about to be Midgard's goal. Mass production after creating the Urk into complete form was his supreme proposition, and for that reason he visited Gandia in order to complete the Urk. To advance the study and elucidation of specific wave light that moves the black demonic crystal stone, the nucleus of Urk's heart. He has raised the creation of means and methods of artificially generating specific wave light as the minimum condition for mass production, the condition of which has not yet been met. I haven't even figured out the specific wave light.

Yet he said he had succeeded in mass production in his country.

"But it's unlikely it should be. In the first place, the research and development of the Demonic Crystal doll itself, was done in secret in our laboratory. There is no reason for the state to know, nor should they know that Urk's start-up experiments have been successful and that mass production possibilities have arisen. In the first place, mass production is close to impossible. The successful start-up of Urk happens to be, and can be no more than a product of chance. It can be called a miracle. Even if you employ the Black Demon Crystal Stone in your heart nucleus, it's unclear if it starts the same way. It will be impossible to stably activate specific wave light than it cannot be stably supplied. There's no way we can do that, like mass production."

Midgard's expression was puzzling. In fact, it must have been in the letter that something incomprehensible to him, too. Setsuna can't even figure out what he doesn't understand.

"Yet, he said, it was successful in mass production. I must ascertain that fact with this eye. If mass production of Demon Crystal Dolls is truly a success, it could be a terrible thing"

"Terrible things..."

"It doesn't mean the Holy King doesn't have ambitions."

Midgard's mysterious obsession only meant that he was serious about the issue, and Setsuna also couldn't help but take it seriously.

Doesn't the Holy Kingdom's ambition mean that it seeks to expand the sphere of power of the Deal by the excessive force of mass-produced Demon Crystal Dolls? And if so, what happens? The fact that one of the three forces moves out means that the other forces - the sleeping giant beasts - will wake up. The three major forces are terribly afraid of that equilibrium falling apart.

And the small group of nations existed in that dangerous equilibrium.

When the equilibrium breaks, it is also when the group of small nations comes to an end.

That's what Midgard calls a horrible thing.

"You were here"

It was when Griff was blurring and looking out over the township of the Holy King's Capital that the voices I heard came out.

As the chilly wind blew through, the pure white capital, shining in the sun, was so painful to the eyes. Overhead there is a seeping blue sky, with the sun pouring down light indefinitely. Clouds flow far and do not block the light. Beautiful township. The colors produced by the white of buildings and roads and the blue of the sky shining in the waterways express such beauty that they do not seem to have been created by one hand.

Dilaire, the Holy King's capital.

He is on the roof of that clock tower.

You were looking for me.

When she turned around, a woman was making her hair as long as the red lotus flame swept into the wind. Azmaria-Altemax.

"Oh. But what do you mean?

"Hmm?"

"Why, it's getting so small"

"This."

Griff looked at his hands and feet. They are as big as humans, from their height to the size of their hands and feet. Originally he boasts many times the size of what he is today, and it was natural for her to question it, and probably because she couldn't find it. I was looking for a giant. Even if you are in the midst of humans, you cannot find what you can find.

"I don't know. Except for the fact that it was something like Rubeles."

Close palm and open. The feeling of moving the body is not so different, but it is understandable as a real feeling that the whole body is extremely lighter. However, the feeling of remaining a giant body can make a lot of mistakes. When I accompanied the training of the Holy King's Army, etc., I often misjudged my sights. The feeling of a giant is very different from that of a human being.

"Rubeles... the Holy King"

"Sure, yeah."

Holy King. Unlike the Holy King, if you look where he names the Holy King's namesake, he may have intended to inherit the Holy King on his own. He was a strange user of power, and it was also the power of Rubeles that made Griff the size of a human being. Close to magic. There's no way humans have that power, and Rubeles is probably not human. Otherwise, there's no way we can reduce the giant to the size of a human being.

When I asked him if he could not break the curse with that strange power, he was dismayed that the answer returned that it was impossible.

You can't count on your memory.

"I have no choice. But you remember."

"... I can't forget"

Azmaria flaunted her shoulder.

"Hmm... so, what does it look like?

"I'm just here to talk."

"Talk to me."

"You look boring."

"Talk to me, I mean, nothing."

"That being said... Setuna's story wouldn't have been bad"

"... oh"

Admit it.

Setuna.

The battle against black spear user-friendly humans was never a bad one, although it ended up with Glyph's complete defeat.

Instead, I have myself wanting a rematch.