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

"By the way."

I glanced back at this one as Azmaria raised her hair.

"Why are you in such a place?

"The brave man flew me."

"I know that. I've been watching."

He said without even laughing. I guess that means she was watching the whole battle. If it is true that the capacity of the Gate of Vermillion, it is also not impossible to follow the spatial transfer continuously caused by Setuna. At least, it is possible to have a spatial transfer in the same way. Apart from being able to follow perfectly.

"The question is, why are you staying here?"

"... did you say Rubeles"

The uncertainty about even the name of the king who will house this country represents the seriousness of Griff's memory. Even things that would otherwise be unforgettable easily disappear from memory. Even if you take the running water in the palm of your hand, it's as if it spills out of the gap between your fingers, lightly, in no time. However, I can see from the fact that I have not completely forgotten that I was able to recall her memory of being in Azmaria. If there's a trigger, it means I can remember it to some extent. For that matter, I can't recall the memory of the Holy King almost entirely.

"The Lord of this land will help me sleep."

"Hmm..."

"De-cursing, sleeping is what I want"

You can't just break the curse.

I want sleep.

His only hope, which he was not even allowed to sleep and had fought for hundreds of years, was that. The struggle was only a slight means to comfort the frustration with sleeplessness, and it was never intended for the fight itself. The same goes for the attack on Setuna. If I may, I would have liked you to have promised me eternal sleep by Setuna and the Black Spear.

But even with the power of a black spear, Griff couldn't destroy it. Can we extinguish the curse of immortality and so on?

"I lived too long. I'm tired."

If I can, I want it to end right now.

For example, if you can kill with Azmarian subpoena armies, you wanted them to kill you, and you've tried them several times before. Each time, Azmaria hesitated, but listened to Griff's plea and killed me. But the immortal flesh was instantly restored and revived. No matter how thoroughly I destroyed it, it didn't make sense to do things like sever my neck and have it transferred elsewhere. There's just pain. And because pain doesn't destroy the spirit, it just keeps suffering. A bunch of pointless, futile experiments. It didn't take long until Azmaria told me she couldn't.

I had it transferred to another world by Gate of Vermillion, but it didn't make sense.

The curse of the Holy King worked in other worlds. No matter what the circumstances put him in, he never died. It was instantly resurrected, even if it was burned by the gods of another world, for example. So much so that God surprised me. I did countless of those experiments. That's what kept going until Azmaria's heart broke. Not glyphs, Azmarian.

Griff's heart will never break.

I was just desperate not to die no matter how much I wanted to.

I guess Azmaria distorted her expression because she remembered that time.

"... I know. So I'm looking for a way for you to sleep again."

"... Thankful story"

"What, old friend, you can't fail to do what you want"

Old friend.

She said.

Griff, too, said.

It's like a curse, tying the hearts of the glyphs. Just hearing the word old friend creates a sense of purpose, just facing the old friend, and the soul moves. They don't know what the magic embodied in the word old friend means, themselves, or what one thing. It just moves as the soul commands.

"Speaking of old friends, I've remembered"

"What?

"Mia's in this country"

"Oh... Mia."

Azmaria moved her eyebrows tingly because Mia is also one of her old friends.

Mia, one of the six generals of the Holy Emperor and of the genus Devil.

"I wonder where and what you were doing, were you in a country like this? What are you doing?

"Sleeping"

To be honest, Azmaria turned out to be the missing face of the moment. It was rare for her to give such a look, and Griff remembered her inner surprise. It must have been an unexpected word for Azmaria.

"... you mean the opposite of you"

"It seems so. According to people in this country, they've been sleeping since they were discovered fifty years ago. I can't respond to the call, and I can't wake you up because I can't touch you. He doesn't even hear me."

It was not long after he was brought to this Holy King's capital that Griff met Mia, who could sleep. Apparently, one thing that happened was that the man who named him Holy King invited Griff to the Holy King's Capital was to face Mia. It seemed to me that I had hoped that some change might be made by the contacts between the six Holy Generals, but that did not happen. Mia kept sleeping, and even as Griff tried to touch her, she was just burned by her magic.

It's unclear how Rubeles found out who Mia is, but given his incredible power, I can imagine.

"You'd be jealous."

"I think so now, but if you're going to stay asleep for five hundred years, it's not a story. If you envy me, I envy Levia."

"Levia."

Azmaria gave a look as if she missed something.

"There was a man named Orias in the descendants of Levia. He apprenticed to me in search of a way to break the curse he inherited from Levia. Because he had me in his memory. Perhaps Levia's curse is an inheritance of memory. Orias was frustrated, tormented and whirling by the memories he had inherited from Levia to himself. I have done him pity and strength, but in the end he could not find a way to break the curse"

"The descendants of Levia we met one day, though not cursed"

"You must be referring to Miliu-Levaire, right? That girl is the son of Orias, she just didn't inherit the curse of Orias. Apparently someone else inherited it. I don't know what that means, and I don't know if that's how you or Mia will be free from the curse."

"Is it possible?"

When the glyph snapped, Azmaria thought.

"I don't know. Looks like it's worth checking out... ok"

"Hmm?"

"I will find out how Miliu did not inherit it it. It is also my sorrow to free you old friends from the curse."

"... Azmaria"

"I asked you about Setuna. Then it's my turn to work for you. I bet you are."

"My old friend. Thank you."

"Fine. It's so thin and obscure that we don't even know if it's true, such as our connection. Still, we believe in bonding and have lived to this day. Use each other for your own good. This is one of them."

The words of Azmaria are clear.

I'm sure she doesn't recognize the word old friend as a curse. That's why I can say so much, and I can act thoughtfully. I trust the Griffs fully and can do anything I want. You must have believed in Levia's blood when you took the Orious as your disciple. The likeness of her heart, which can even be described as innocent, can be jeopardized at times. But that danger seems to be someone somewhere, and he can't help but love it. That's why he also wants to make her wish come true.

"Now, let me go. At best, you watch out for Rubeles. He's probably a distortion of this world."

"... let's keep it in mind"

"Okay, then."

That's how she made a giant gate appear behind her back. When the door of the burning flaming gate opens, Azmaria herself is sucked in and disappears as if it had become a fireball. When the door closed and the gate itself disappeared, only glyphs were left on the roof of the clock tower.

He looked down slowly under his eyes after staring for a while at the void where no one was anymore.

The majestic townships of Dilaire, the capital of the Holy King, are walked by unknown humans. I don't know who is in control of this country.

Looks like the devil's here.

It was when Rubeles Raegnas-Deal had cut out that story when he returned to the Holy King's Palace and was sparing time in Mia's mortuary.

When Azmaria left and was alone, he went down the clock tower and returned to St. Royal Palace. I remember being called by Rubeles. Following an uncertain memory, he entered Mia's morgue and waited for time to come. Mia cannot be touched, either by human hands or by Griff's. If you touch it, at that moment, the magic that surrounds her whole body runs through her like an electric current, burning her skin and scorching her flesh. Mia, of the genus Devil, was a leader in sorcery. It's a self-defense magic trick, and to that extent, it can be used while sleeping.

She's lying on the bunk. It is obvious that his height is not so different from that of a human woman, but a different race from that of a human being. Demonic woman. It seems that the woman's sleeping appearance, characterised by her blue-skinned skin, can be seen in what is also fascinating to humans, but nothing can be done with her hands.

What brought her here was that she was the king of earlier generations, who was the Lord of this country fifty years ago, and not Luberes. It seems that Mia's presence is also the secret of a country that has been handed down to the King.

Rubeles came into the morgue just as he stared at Mia's sleeping face, and when he looked back, the person named Holy King was there alone, without escort either.

"What did you talk about?

"If you can see the Devil's visit, isn't the story missing?

"It's not that versatile."

He shook his head with a grin. A magnificent man with beautiful golden hair and golden eyes. The transcendence demonstrates with certainty that he is a bearer of character who does not fear even the glyph of one of the six Holy Generals as descendants of the Titans. Glyph isn't the only one. I guess nothing is horrible. I don't have to imagine what my overflowing confidence has backed me up.

The power that reduced the glyph to a large human mass would be his source of confidence.

That's close to magic.

There can be no such thing as magic, a technology that can be used to disappear from the world, and Griff was aware that he was like Azmaria. distortion of this world. That means that there are different worlds. It was also not summoned by Azmaria, like Setuna, but by another force, I guess, being. I can think of one in two. The Imperial Devil or the Imperial God. And not the Imperial Devil, obviously. No matter how many of the Imperial Demons had seeds to use magic, they could turn into humans and reign in human society. The Imperial Devil instinctively hates humans. The Imperial Devil prefers to kill humans, but he has no interest in subjugating them.

If so, the answer is one thing, but it was also true that Luberes, standing in front of Griff, sees nothing but man.

"Whatever, I was in the middle of an exercise. I could not break my consciousness to the King's Capital. Still, the surgical transcription mechanism doesn't seem perfect. If I don't see it, it could be damaged when it runs wild."

'Cause I use incomplete stuff'

"Midgard's blueprints might have been a bad idea."

So Rubeles flaunted his shoulder. It would be about doll weapons. Deal intends to overwhelm other countries in his power by producing large quantities of puppet weapons. In fact, the fighting power of puppet weapons is tremendous, and if mass production is on track, it is no longer possible to control the world.

"So, what did you talk about? If it's not inconvenient, I want you to tell me."

"Nothing."

Griff, his eyes narrowed, shook his head.

"I'm not talking about anything like what Uhnu wants to know. It's a boring public story."

"I'd like to know what that story is about."

"Know what to do"

"It leads to knowing you."

"Know Me, Do What"

"To make our victory a cornerstone."

"Victory..."

As he rebelled, he distorted his mouth. Keep looking at this one, only slightly distorted on the leopard. A glimpse into some of the essence of a man named Rubeles there. So how about that? Nothing changes. Griff trusts him for once.

No, it wouldn't be like trust.

I'm just hoping that he might break the curse on Griff.

"Yes, the time has finally come. It's time we fulfilled our long-standing petition."

Rubeles gripped his fist and lifted his power to his eyes. Behind the eyes, light leaks out of the pupils, and even has the illusion that the eyes themselves have swelled.

"Finally, finally, finally - they found me. I could find it. No, you found it, I guess."

I don't know what Luberes is happy about and what he's convinced of. I just know that it's been left behind, but there's nothing I can do about it where I find out.

"I'm glad I left him alone in the wild. Fate took our side. Yes, we will win. And let the world be quiet."

Glyph shakes his head, looking at Rubeles as he turns to excitement. I can't keep up with the story.

"... I don't know what you're talking about"

"You don't have to know. Sooner or later, I'll know when the time comes. Glyph then. I'm counting on you."

You mean there's going to be a fight?

I can't think of any other reason to put the power of a giant on it.

"That's right. There will be a battle. That's the biggest battle we've had since this continent began."

Rubeles, affirming Griff's imagination, has become even more elusive.

"The sound of military shoes will fill this wargrain earth, and the cry of death and despair will dye the world. The winner of that battle will be the one who gets the world to come. And it has to be us. It must not be Vashtalia, nor it must be Zaion. We must have it."

The voice of Rubeles Raegnus-Deal was heard trembling multiple times.

"The Promised Land, in this hand"

Though I could barely understand the meaning of the words he uttered, Griff did hear the sound of this world trembling.

Fate is moving.

Perhaps the end is near.

Light expectations filled his chest.

Zaius the Empire.

It is also the central city of the Zaion Empire and the land where the Initial Emperor Hain marked the beginning of the Empire.

There was nowhere more special than in the imperial capital Zaius in the Zaion Empire, one of the three major forces that placed about a quarter of the continent under control.

It's the center of everything.

Politics, economics, military, literature, epidemics - scorning this land, the center of all phenomena in the Empire and the center of power, was something no one could live in the Empire.

It is located in the eastern part of the imperial territory, and although it deviates greatly from the centre from the territorial point of view, there can be no doubt that it is the centre of everything. The flow of man in the empire begins with the imperial capital Zaius and ends with the imperial capital Zaius. All roads of the empire lead to Zaius, the empire capital Zaius is the origin, symbol and all of the empire.

Cities other than the imperial capital Zaius, no matter how big the city, cannot replace the imperial capital. The difference between Zaius, the first city, and the second and third cities could be said to be as much as heaven and earth. It is because everyone knows that fact that we gather in Zaius the Empire and praise Zaius the Empire.

Because we are able to do so.

Anything, I'm ready to be.

Hundreds of years of education, says one.

For nearly five hundred years, the Empire has built up its history. If you've educated people to recognize that year, year after year, day after day that imperial Zaius is the great thing, then it's natural for everyone to start thinking that imperial Zaius is the center of it all.

Heaven and earth for the imperials are the Zion Empire, and God is one of the emperors.

"Nothing's changed here."

That day, Niewe Raam-Alsur, for the first time in years, was stepping into the land where she was born and raised.

Without even knowing that the gear of destiny moves wildly again.