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

In the middle of the night, my eyes woke up unexpectedly.

I didn't dream. Maybe it's because of the voice I heard on the verge of falling asleep. Demon voices don't even give me nightmares. She was too realistic. There was nothing like her presence that connected and stopped reality with Setuna, who had gone to hell. Because of that, I still have to look directly at reality when I think about Azmaria. Not if you're dreaming.

That's never a bad thing.

The time has come to look at the reality in front of us.

There were signs, in the dark.

It's dark. A room with no windows. If there was no room for outside light to enter, the Demon Crystal lamp was not turned on. Darkness, not to say true darkness, covers my sight, but my eyes were accustomed to darkness because I had been asleep until just now. Perhaps because of that, we could see the Lord of the signs that are right on our side.

Sylvie-Rencord was sitting on the edge of the bunk and watching this one. From what I've seen, it looks like he just took off his coat of military uniform, but that's all that makes a feminine limb emerge.

"... what are you doing, you"

When asked, an elongated finger touched Setuna's lips. It was a good trick to be quiet, but my fingertips were trembling and I wasn't convincing. Setuna, bewildered, tried to get up, but couldn't. Because Sylvie has, of course, crossed over Setuna. The forged body, also because of the muscles, is heavy.

I don't see it very well, but she seemed to look down at this one with a strangely nervous face. I'm ready for something, such a look.

"What imitation?

"Do you want me to say it out of a woman's mouth?

Sylvie finally opened her mouth. My voice, too, was shaking.

"... it doesn't make sense."

"What?"

"You must hate me."

"I don't like you. I'm not here."

Sylvie, so to speak, kept her face close. Her hands envelop Setuna's face.

"Rather, I am fond"

"You're lying."

Setuna, looking into Silvier's eyes, affirmed. There's no way she's so fond of Setuna for this kind of behavior. I'm sure. Indeed, she was sympathetic to Setuna, and was grateful for her work on the handling of the divine disaster. But that's all.

"Not in lies."

"Then why are you looking so contemplative?

Her face, approaching to the front of her eyes, was tense with tension and readiness. Sylvie herself seems to manage to laugh, but never smile. I can see that I'm not doing this from the bottom of my heart.

"... that's all I think of you"

"Ha."

Setsuna laughed off as she thrust away. I was remembering a woman who appeared before me ready to be like her. I'm talking about Yuno Lewe-Mardia. Yuno, who was just a girl in her early teens, tried to get into Setuna all by herself, wanting to save her country, and for that she had offered herself a body. Setuna was heartbroken by her tearful readiness and determination. I don't know why Sylvie would have to be prepared to do that, but her actions did not shake Setuna's mind.

That would be the fundamental difference between Yuno and Silvier's position, and there should be a difference between spontaneous or not.

"You're unbelievable."

"You don't have to believe me."

"What do you want?

"Nothing."

"... is"

This is the only way to laugh, Setsuna raised her hand. Ignore Sylvie, who trembles and trembles, and touch her cheeks. Cold cut cheeks are cold and soft. Sylvie seemed to be acting unresponsive. The expression remains strong and unchanged. Setuna felt sorry for Sylvie for her hard work. It's not like she wants to do this, you can see that. If it is the will of the person, the expression should be a little softer - is that a casual assumption?

"The mayor's offer."

"What will they say? This is my sincere action, Lord Setuna."

"Does the mayor want to keep me here all that way?"

"So."

"What does the mayor want?

Setuna asked, blocking Sylvie's dialogue, keeping an eye on her. Behind nervous eyes, there is fear. What exactly is she afraid of? If I recall what kind of person Sylvie-Rencode is and what kind of mindset he is the owner of, I can imagine it to some extent.

Is it not when she fails in her task and fails to fulfill her role that she fears pouring out the Spirit into her work?

And it was inconceivable other than Mayor Marcar-Talber that such readiness and tension could be brought to her.

If the mayor's wishes remain as they were at today's meeting and just want to pull Setsuna over to Sunstrea, they're still fine. Trying to be held back by force, it's not as hard or easy as getting out. The problem is if it had any other purpose. Marcar is a good man, but if his purpose is to inhibit Setuna's life, he may have to break it.

"If the mayor can fight the gods himself, I don't need it, do I? What's the real reason you want to hold me back here? Purpose?"

"I can't do anything about what the mayor thinks. I just need you, Lord Setuna. That's all."

"You think I believe that bullshit?"

When Silvier let go of the hand that was enveloping Setuna's face, he put it over his chest. And I've laid Mizuna's ears on Setuna's chest so I can make sure of her heart tone. Even in such a glossy manner, Setsuna has no choice but to return a chilled gaze.

"I'll admit you're keen on your job. Serious, uncomfortable, stubborn. I'm impressed. I don't hate working people like you. Societies are supported by one of them. Not like me."

"Haven't you, too, done enough to be called a Gandhian hero? You deserve respect."

"So you want me to hold you?

"If I could have a child with you..."

"Jokes"

"It's not..."

Sylvie laughed with a grin as she looked up at this one. The situation has gone on too long, and the tension may have melted. Even for former knights who would have dived through various training grounds so far, this seemed to be the first role of its kind, but it also seemed to work out over time. When her expression softened, her face floating in the darkness regained its beauty. The colour is starting to drift with relief.

(This is not good)

My enthusiasm for work seemed to make Sylvie's actions aggressive. If we keep up the momentum, we might be pushed off hard. When that happens, I can't even see it.

(Ridiculous)

I don't put it in my mouth, I crush it all over my chest. Everything, it's ridiculous. I thought of Malkar-Talber as a good man, and I even had respect for him, for Sylville, who is manipulated to be good for such Malkar, for Malkar, who would be pulling threads behind him, and for this city. I don't know, everything didn't seem ridiculous.

What the hell is this ridiculous feeling of air?

Why should I drive a serious human life crazy with a glimmer of work like Sylvie's? For Sylvie, such an event cannot be genuine. If this was really Sylvie's genuine behavior, it would mean it was cloudy to the point of looking at Sylvie, and Sylvie's thought circuit would be crazy, but that would be laughable.

The problem is that this serious only work human being is about to be held by Setuna with the sole intention of fulfilling his mandate. There is no such ridiculous story. Whether that's for Sunstrea, or if it's a covert fate from Mayor Marcar.

Setuna pulled her body off a little later in surprise when she woke up with Sylville on board. Long hair on my nose. I can't afford to be enjoying the feeling of flesh with softness specific to women. At the moment of attraction, Setsuna was satisfied only to be able to confirm that Silvier trembled frighteningly. No matter how prepared you are, there is fear. Maybe I don't have to, but I don't have male experience. All the more so, I shouldn't have let this kind of ridiculous imitation happen.

"You're a good woman."

Whispering in her ear, she shivered again.

"So, Lord Setsuna... No, Master Setsuna..."

"Oh."

The time between the nod and the end of the spell is only a few seconds.

"Armed Summoning"

The explosive light produced with the whispers must have dyed Silvier's vision white. And while she is stunned, a long wand appears inside Setuna's right hand. The moment he got the wand - Rod of Envy - which is characterised by the odd ornament of the wand, he was activating his abilities. For a moment from sight, Sylvie disappears and her body lightens.

"Dear Setuna -!?"

I go down the sleeping area, listening to Sylvie scream, and I immediately look over my head. In the darkness, Sylvie's appearance is blurry. A dark hand stretched out of Rod of Envy's mouth eagled Sylvie's length and hung it near the ceiling. After confirming that, Setuna manipulated Rod of Envy's abilities and dark strokes, putting Sylvie down on the bunk. She saw this one with a decent look.

"I admire your enthusiasm for your work. Truth is, no one like you is."

"Dear Setuna, then...!

"But it's not like this. I can't stay here. I was going to officially tell you that tomorrow."

I looked around the city of Sanstrea to cement that determination. I wanted to see the damage and make sure my heart still didn't shake. He thought he could leave Sunstrea without hesitation by understanding the fact that he had some kind of thinness, ruthlessness that could be silenced except for his sole purpose.

I decided to spend the night because I thought it was bad for Marcar in the instant answer.

Apparently, he wasn't the one who needed to be so shy.

"I didn't think you'd try to hold me back until I used you."

"So I...!

"Fine, so. I'm just gonna go ask him directly."

"Dear Setuna, are you kidding me!?

"Oh, no way. I'll say hello now."

Setuna told as she glanced coldly at Sylville, who had begun to twitch on the sleeping table.

"That's the one who's been attacking my sleep. As rude as a late night visit, you'll forgive me, right?

"Something to forgive!

Thanks to Sylvie's staring at me, Setuna lightened her mind a little bit. It would have been painful if she had continued to behave in a fashionable manner.

"There's no such thing as unsolicited language."

Setuna left the room with Silville restrained by a dark stroke and left her unattended as she stabbed Rod of Envy into her bedroom. It's bad for Sylvie, but it was a waste of time being her opponent. Maintaining a dark stroke means continuing to wear out. Although it has been remarkably better before when it comes to the use of black spears and the power of his family, that is not why Setuna's mental power is inexhaustible.

We should put an end to this ridiculous farce before our limited mental capacity runs out.

Setuna, when she left the building, summoned a new mail-of-doer and danced in the night sky.