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

When I got off the carriage, a city soldier led me inside the mayor's hall, a house that cemented my protection, by Sylville.

In the meantime, Setuna is not even in custody. There should have been no change in the perception of a felon, but Silvier seemed to be unaware of Setuna in any way. I don't know, because if you open your mouth, you'll yell at me for being fake, and you'll give me a peek at unraveling who I am. Doesn't she know better herself? Even though I thought so, I could never put it in my mouth. Speaking of which, I just get stuffed more often. Somehow, I'm beginning to understand the character of a woman named Sylvie.

From the front door into the hall, guards dotted the hall. No matter how much the mayor wishes, you can't just loosen your guard, Silvier said. Silvier wants to respect the mayor's idea of not wanting to build a wall with his citizens, but it's also true that some citizens have bad feelings about the mayor, and he couldn't seem to remove his guard. Silvier's idea that ensuring the mayor's safety should be a top priority was a natural decision if he was aware of the mayor's contribution to Sunstrea.

Most of all, her words that city soldiers were powerless in response to the divine disaster were a sad mourning. She was all the more saddened that she couldn't help the mayor. That's all I respect about Mayor Marcar.

Its mayor, Marcar, was waiting in the reception room earlier, guided by his secretary.

He stood by the window and watched what was going on outside, but as Setuna and the others entered the room, he quickly turned to us.

"Oh, this is, this is good. Thanks for coming."

Mayor Marcar-Talber welcomed Setuna, looking like a joyful face. Setuna has to look suspicious at the mayor's reaction. The mayor's attitude was as if he knew about Setuna, and it was a reaction as if he had been waiting for this moment. Sylvie must have made her face strong because she didn't care for the smile directed at Marcar's Setuna.

"I think I already know, but I'm the Mayor of Sanstrea, Markar-Talber."

Marcar-Talber was a man of splendid stature only as a former Knights Knight. It can be said that it is no less inferior than an active knight. However, there was no denying that he was old compared to an active knight, and he also nodded that he was leaving the Knights and playing mayor. Blonde blue-eyed, white skin is a characteristic of the Northerners themselves. Though the annual wheel is on your face and skin, your voice and expression are youthful. More importantly, the forged flesh should be able to recognize the obvious difference, perhaps compared to other men of the same age.

"Thank you for your kindness. I am Setuna-Kamiah."

"Fake, though."

Shit, Sylvie's coming.

Then, Marcar glanced.

"Sylvie, I can't help you not knowing, but this is the true Gandhian hero, Lord Setuna-Kamiya."

"Is...?

"I know because I have seen you once. He wanted to meet Lord Setsuna in person to make sure it was real or fake."

"Oh, did you...?

"Have you ever met me?

Setuna caught up with Marcar's unexpected remarks. Setuna herself, because she doesn't remember Markar at all. I don't remember because it was somewhere, but I can't help it. Setuna met and exchanged words with countless people since she came to this world. There will be more humans who don't remember their faces or their names.

In response to Setuna's question, Marcar did not break his smile.

"For Lord Setsuna, I'm impressed and so on... well, before we talk about it, why don't you sit down first. Stand still and talk long."

That said, he pointed to the bench in the reception room.

"Oh, yeah, well, sweeten up to your word"

Setuna reluctantly lowered her back to one of the chairs placed to pinch her little beautiful desk. At a time like this, it would be more of a problem not to.

Malkar also speaks to Sylville, who remains standing out of hand.

Sylvie, sit back.

"Ha"

Silvier lowered his back to the chair placed on the right side of the desk. After seeing it, Marcar lowers his back to the opposite seat of Setuna. Then, at some point, a servant who apparently refrained behind him placed a tea bowl on his desk and brewed the tea.

"Lord Setuna, didn't Silvier bother you until we got here?

"Uh..."

When I looked at Sylvie on the side, she was staring at this one with a tremendous shape. Don't make me do anything extra, but that's the look you're gonna complain about.

"She's loyal and enthusiastic to her duties, and she's not accommodating."

"I know that's..."

"I hope you haven't been disrespectful to Lord Setuna."

"Don't worry. I'm not bothered by anything."

"Really? That's fine."

Marcar nodded somewhere satisfactorily and seemed to have glimpsed Sylvie. It was oddly funny to show a nervous attitude, a change from Sylvie's relieved look.

So, when I met Lord Setuna,

"When, is it?

Setsuna visited because she wondered if what she didn't remember would hit her rudely.

"That was over two years ago. That was long before the Great Destruction happened. That was in late April of '53."

"... oh"

Setsuna made a point in Marcar's explanation.

"Lord Setuna was at Sir Finwright's mansion at the time. Gandia's hero's thunder name was a natural blow to this Benoagard. Many of the things that have sources in the Knights can no longer be present or even present once they learn that Setuna-Kamiya has become the Finn Light family depository."

"Black spears, dragon kills, all demons injustice, ghosts descend - everyone was intrigued by what kind of monster a person called Setuna-Kamiya, dubbed by two different names, was."

Marcar's dialogue allowed the sight of the time to pass behind his brain. While in the mansion of Luveris Zan-Finwright, I remember a visitor for Setuna visiting without a pull. That said, Setuna dealt directly with about thirteen knights, and I don't even remember having conversations with any other Knights knights or Knights outsiders. It was natural not to remember Marcar.

(You were like a rare beast in a zoo)

Though I thought of it that way at the time, I didn't put it in my mouth. It wouldn't make sense to call it a zoo in this world, and if it does, it might just make you uncomfortable.

"I was interested in you, too. I wanted to see you, the most famous hero in the small nation, and I headed to Benoa in the name of the mayor's official duties."

"Mayor...... no way"

"No matter what, I did my official duties."

To Marcar's explanation, Sylvie seemed relieved. In the name of public affairs, rather than in the name of going to Benoa, I suppose that means I have looked at the necessary public service.

"Apart from me, there were many guests in Lord Finwright's mansion who were looking for Lord Setsuna. It is also natural that you do not remember me. I was forbidden to even talk to you."

"That's what happened."

"But I'm glad I visited Benoa then. It was because of that that I was able to judge Lord Setsuna authentic."

Markar's words were understandable as a feeling for Setuna as well. It was only because Marcar had seen the real Setuna that he was able to clear up Sylville's suspicions. It didn't matter, but it's better than being kept blamed for being fake, fake.

"Less than two years after that... the world has changed, but Lord Setsuna seems to be the same"

"Really...?

"I have some difficulty with hair stretching a little too far, but that seems about it. Even so, for once, it's just my opinion to take a lighter look."

(Two years...?)

Setuna rebelled his words as she stared back at Marcar's seemingly thoughtful obsession. Two years. Two years after the unprecedented disaster that struck the world “Great Destruction”. Since Setuna went to hell. Since Setuna ran away from reality. Since Setuna broke her heart.

Two years...

Marcar opened his mouth again.

"Lord Setuna. Thank you again."

"Thank you…"

"If you don't thank me for crusading the Divine Man yesterday and minimizing the damage, let's lose standing as mayor"

"Oh......"

That or Setsuna thought. I don't think I've done enough to be appreciated. I jumped out because I heard screams. I was right if they said it was trespassing, illegal immigration, and I knew as much as I could not open it. Still, the shock of the fact that it was the innocent ordinary man who knocked him down after he broke in had made him feel more desirable to be cut off than to be appreciated.

"I've been pitiful to Kevin and Anne, but I'm not going to get sick. Because there's only one way to deal with it."

Marcar made sure to contain his deep grief, and he went. I can ask from the look on his face and on Sylvie's face that there have been several divine disasters so far, and each time they have had to crusade innocent ordinary people.

"What has become a divine man loses reason. It becomes a scourge itself that destroys and kills people, things and everything around them without sight. The only way to stop the divine disaster is to crusade the divine. And crusading the divine man is impossible with semi-pervious power, so there is something like me and you"

Markar's inclusion of himself shows that he acknowledges that he has only the strength to fight the Divine Man himself. Sylvie was also there, but we all have no idea where in this former Knights knight there is enough power to fight the Divine Man.

If he is the thirteenth knight, I understand.

Thirteen knights, starting with Sid Zan-Rufaus, can exercise the power given to them by God: salvation, illusion, true body. With a true body, it is easy to destroy the Divine Man, and perhaps even an illusion is enough. Either way, if you are a Knights XIII cadre, then the divine crusade is not a difficult thing.

Marcar-Talber, however, is a former Knights knight, not a thirteenth knight. It was hard to imagine that he was under the protection of the Savior God Mivula. Of course, I can't say it's never possible, but I can't think of any other way to help a person other than the thirteen knights that Mivula chose from. That is why I am concerned.

How has he fought and triumphed against what can only be described as that monster?

"Lord Setuna. You did what everyone admired. You protected citizens from the divine disaster. Face up, please. Keep your chest up. What you do is not a mistake."

"Mayor......"

"To Anne, I'll do well from me, but with her, it's not like you don't understand. Because I knew this would happen sooner or later than I developed albinism. Still, can you forgive me for not accepting immediately and rumbling to Lord Setuna"

"I don't care."

Rather, it was more hateful that I killed him without knowing anything. Just because I knew that the divine man was an ex-human doesn't mean I could do anything, but I should have thought about it. Readiness to kill one. When I hung one in my hand without being prepared, the shock was bigger and heavier than I thought.

"If you say so, it will help"

Marcar lay her eyes down.

"Anyone who develops albinism will eventually become a divine person. I know that and why I can't deal with it. It's an easy thing. People who develop albinism do not immediately lose consciousness. There's no way I can kill something that I'm still conscious of as a human being. Besides, a cure for albinism may arise during therapy, a special effect may arise - because we cannot abandon the possibility. So by taking the lives of those who suffer from albinism, we cannot prevent a divine disaster"

I found out too much about the mayor's wants.

Killing what remains of consciousness as human beings because they will eventually become divine men is not an easy thing. It's also human to kill.

"I will cut off the words, such as it is right to cut off the small for the greater good, as evil. Saving as many lives as you can save should have been the mission of the Knights knights."

"Mayor... you haven't..."

"Yes, I still have pride, pride and pride as a Knights Knight"

Marcal-Talber's noble and proud expression had a piercing look that Sylville should respect and inevitably deserve. It doesn't even smell frigid. He must be serious, think so, and act as he thinks. I am prepared to throw every once in a while at Sunstrea and every one of the inhabitants of this city.

Setuna was impressed by Marcar's determination, readiness and pride.