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

"Kuon wouldn't be able to look past this situation. He is a gentle man of heart. Be gentle enough to be foolish and don't hate it when others get hurt enough"

"I know that."

Azmaria's Quon review would have been what she got in dealing with Quon, but she was shooting at it.

Kuon is that kind of person. That's the kind of person that dazzled Setuna too much. My eyes are so dazzled that I'm just nearby and my body and mind are burned by that flash. You have something you can't hold on to, you don't even nose about it, you just sincerely, just reach out kindly from your heart, such a boy. It wasn't even impossible for Setuna, who had to live on her own, to have a rebellion, but even such a rebellion he swallowed and tried to engulf. He didn't even seem to realize at the time that that was unnecessarily what would deepen the groove between his and Setuna's hearts, and now he laughs that it's a childish recoil.

He was a child.

Because I was a child, I rebelled against him as dazzling as the sun, kneeling in the misery of having to live under that asylum while rebelling.

days between the ages of thirteen and sixteen.

Seems like a long time ago.

It's a world event that's no longer within reach, so I guess I can't help but think so.

"But Quon is a Vashtarian, isn't he?

"Do you think that just because you belonged to Vashtalia, you would stop Quon being Quon?

"No..."

Setsuna shook her head instantly.

"That's never gonna happen. Hey. He's stubborn with origami."

He was, for a long time, so stubborn and just not accommodating that the balls were said to be flawed. Other than that, there was no alternative, and everyone praised him. Excellent grades, extremely athletic skills, excellent appearance, no personality issues whatsoever. What could be described as such his only flaw was his stubbornness for kindness. Of course, it's also a virtue, and in many cases it's just an element that adds to his kindness and health, but in some cases it puts him in a predicament.

"I can't believe he hasn't done anything in this situation"

"But what can Quon do?"

"Quon is no longer one of Vashtarian priests."

That's what they say, and I finally remember.

Quon wrote in his letter that he would be united with Vashtarian godson Vara, who was one and the same. I just thought that would make Quong a Vara, but from what I've heard about Azmaria, he apparently remains Quong's consciousness. Is it true that Vara gave Quong the lead?

"It is no exaggeration to say that we reign at the apex of Vashtalia. It seemed impossible to twist and bend the will of God to fulfill the Resurrection of the Holy King, but somehow, he would be working out a strategy. I can't help it."

Azmarian speculation seemed even more optimistic and over-anticipated, but Setuna did not pinch the objection. I was going to know more about a human being named Quon than Azmaria, at least. It was unnatural for him to take no action against this seemingly meaningless battle, as kind as her heart says. Even if I couldn't suppress God's will like she did, I don't want to think it was an act with any ideas. That's who he is. I'm not that kind of person who can overlook the senseless loss of life in front of me. He is the kind of man who undertakes to destroy the Nest of the Imperial Devil, free of charge, by raising the annihilation of the enemy demons of mankind.

One thing was not surprising about the unprecedented situation involving the rest of the world, even if we were trying to do something about it.

"You think Quon can do something about it?"

"I don't know. I don't know. But at least, it would be a lot more than nothing. Regardless, I intend to cooperate with him as well. Let not this world be liked by the Holy King and the gods."

The face of Azmaria, who says so, is serious in itself. She's serious, she believes in her words. I believe it is justice in this world to stop the resurrection of the Holy King and destroy the Holy King. I can ask you from the calories and expressions in that word that she hasn't lied about, but that's why I don't know if I can believe everything.

"Can I trust you about you?

"I wonder about that. I do not know myself well about me. I wonder why I was born. However, I am sure I was born only to destroy the power of the Holy King. I've lived for hundreds of years for that. If the resurrection of the Holy King had been a future of thousands of years, he would have lived until then"

She doesn't seem to have any doubts about her justice. That would be so. Azmaria has lived to defeat the irrationality of this world. I recall that it is the Holy King, although it seems very recent, even if I cannot forbid confusion about the shocking fact that irrationality was the Holy King, it is not something I am not convinced of. All the more so if the Holy King is cursing this world itself.

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Hearing Azmaria speak, Setuna nodded quietly.

"... ok. Let's trust you now."

"Right. Thanks."

When Azmaria smiles, she is made to recognize that she is a beautiful woman as soon as possible.

Setuna looked to Azmaria's eyes, controlling her from being sucked at risk.

"But before you do, one thing, okay?

"What?

I can tell from that change in expression that Azmaria was a little discouraged, but I couldn't imagine at all what the disappointment was in the result of expecting. So I didn't talk about it, and I recommended talking.

"It's about Faria."

"Oh. You mean that girl. Hey, what's up?

"What's that body, Faria's mother's?

"Give it back, you mean?"

Azmaria looked subtle and then only for a moment became the figure of Faria's mother. I guess it is the ability of Azmaria herself to be born and possess the freedom to change her appearance. The same goes for the ability to take over the flesh, but no matter what you think, you have to think of it as an ability that transcends intelligence.

"Fine. I found just the right body, so I was planning on releasing it somewhere. But I'm here. Whatever."

"What do you mean?

"First of all, there's nothing you can do unless you get the body you want. As soon as we get a new body, let's free this flesh and deliver it to our daughter. Is that all right?

"... oh"

I wasn't even willing to ask what that purposeful body was like. You may not be convinced from what I've heard, and it's a story that Setuna will be convinced of, but it has nothing to do with Azmaria. The consequent loss of her mood, the opportunity to free Faria's mother, is not a good thing.

When it comes to why you want to let Faria's mother go, it's easy.

Because if Setuna is to cooperate with Azmaria in the future, it is an issue that we cannot really avoid passing through. If Setuna were to cooperate with Azmaria, there's no way she could ignore Faria. Faria has profound causes for Azmaria. They killed my father and took my mother. She left Lyohan for revenge and did not even obey Lyohan's orders. I can't let so many thoughts go down.

Because there's no way we can let Azmaria talk to Faria or anything like that. If there's anything I can do, it's about freeing Faria's mother from the role of Azmarian flesh. Convince yourself with that, I don't know, but I can inspire you to show your understanding of the system of cooperation with Azmaria.

Yes, I was thinking about it.

"Then come with me, Setuna"

"Huh?"

"You're going to hell."

"What?"

Setuna, to what she said out of the blue, turned white in her head. And when he understood immediately, he was stuck in Azmaria.

"What are you doing, are you kidding me?

"It's not a joke or anything. You must draw the power of a black spear. I found that the power of the black spear far exceeded my imagination. But as it is, we cannot destroy the Holy King. It's the mountains of Sekiyama that come back."

"Oh no..."

"So you go to hell, and I'll have the black spear extremes there"

To the demon man who would tell him with a cool face, Setuna, once again, took a distance. It was Setuna herself who understood that it was a black spear that had united with her family and gained true power, but had not yet been fully handled. There's room for more. It has the potential to be stronger, stronger. I thought it was entirely a user matter of whether that could be pulled out.

So much so that the black spear is mighty.

As it stands, you can defeat Sid's true body all-round imperfections, so just because it's common sense, you can say it's excessively aggressive. But if we were to obey the gods and destroy the Holy Emperor, who was powerful enough to distort the jurisprudence of the world itself, we also didn't know that honesty was enough.

Even if Sid's true body can be defeated, he can also fight five minutes against the true body of the failing ring when confronted in Benoa.

"... can you really be strong if you go to hell"

"I thought I could be. If that's what you're up to."

"... Going to hell means leaving this place."

"Yes."

Azmaria said, naturally.

Hell.

Are you talking about the post-mortem world, or is it another world named Hell? In any case, there is no doubt that it is a different place from this present world. When Azmaria once tried to lure Setuna to hell, what the Gate of Vermillion showed was a dark landscape. Maybe it's really hell.

They say if we go there, we can be strong.

(strongly)

I think I want to be. But.

"I can't."

Shake your head. Claws eat into clenched fists.

"What?"

"There's no way you can. I'm Setuna from Gandhia. I've lived in this country to this day. Thanks to Your Majesty, I can stay like this."

Numerous memories pass through the back of my brain. It's like a running lantern, running through. Various events from the encounter with Leongando in Ruined Karan to today. The first formation of the Balsar Plains. The first killer was mass murder. Logner. Zalwarn. Kruselk. Maldia. There were various battles, met, and parted. It wasn't hard enough, but happiness was more overwhelming.

Those are the ones they got because they were in Gandhia.

"Don't get me wrong. Not because of Gandhia, etc. You've broken your destiny with the power of a black spear. I've lived everywhere. That's something you can tell by looking back at your previous battles. Whatever your predicament is, you will have overcome it with your indomitable fighting spirit and the power of a black spear."

It was strange for Azmaria to come and forgive me. It was a mouthful as if it was encouraging Setuna, and it was also proof that she had been watching Setuna the whole time. Otherwise, you can't be so sure.

"You don't have to be tied to Gandhia."

"Tied up? No."

Throw it away, stare at Azmaria.

"I like this country. You can't abandon your country in this situation."

"Don't talk about it. Gandhia is doomed. Whatever you do, the three forces will ravage you and destroy you. There's no way to do all this. I don't want to break the necessary sacrifice."

"You're kidding me. It's that easy."

When Setuna ran out, Azmaria frowned as troubled.

"Why not. Why, I can't break it off. You've truncated so many things so far. You must have made the necessary sacrifices and cut them off. He would have killed an enemy without power, with the overwhelming power of a black spear. Same as that. Same thing. It doesn't change anything."

"No. No, not in me."

"... you are"

"Azmaria, I don't think you're wrong. You must be right. I guess this country will soon perish. It doesn't matter if I'm here now, I guess I'm doomed without the art of exchange. But that's why I'm not smart enough to abandon this country."

If you want to live wisely, you can just abandon it. You can go to hell with Azmaria. That's the best option, obviously more than looking at fire. Perhaps we can draw on the further power of the black spear. You may gain the power to destroy only the resurrected Holy King. Perhaps there is no other way to save this world from the underlying scourge.

But still, such a way of life cannot be done by Setuna.

"What are we gonna do?"

"Fight."

"Meaningless."

"Still fine."

"For what?"

"To protect Gandia."

"I should have said it. Said it was useless."

"I don't mind."

In the golden eyes, there is no such thing as scorn or ridicule. I'm just sorry. That's hard on Setuna. It's better to scorn me, to scoff at me, just long enough to shake it off.

"I've made up my mind."

"Right. Okay."

Azmaria finally gave up on her expression.

"You're quite stubborn, too. Kuon is no better than that."

I'll take that as a compliment.

I'm not complimenting you.

She clapped her shoulders and sighed.

"Well, fine. You can fight as long as you want. But that's all I have to say."

"What the fuck?"

"Don't just stand in my way or Cuon's."

In response to her words, Setuna said nothing. She seemed to receive silence as affirmation, but Setuna simply couldn't promise, so she just shut up. Because if the actions of Quon or Azmaria are to destroy Gandhia, we cannot help but stand up to them.

It's not something we know now.

Behind Azmaria, a small, alien gate appeared on the sleeping table. Gate of Vermilion. When the gate opened, I saw a meadow stretching out of the blue sky, not across the gate.

Goodbye, then.

When Azmaria disappeared inside the gate of Vermillion, the gate closed and the gate itself disappeared.

Setuna opened her mouth as she remembered, looking at the void flashly for a while.

"Rem."

Calling my servant's name, there was a loud noise from the bedroom and the bedroom itself rose slightly. And then, after a while, I see a maid-clothed reaper crawling out of the bottom of my bedroom, scrubbing my back of my head.

"You were there."

"I didn't know your husband was feeling it..."

"That's why you hit me in the head."

"Ha-hi..."

Rem, in tears, was stroking his back of his head.

Though it proved that neither the immortal Reaper felt pain.

Setsuna couldn't do anything to worry about her all the time, and she flashed.