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

"Oh, those two!

The voice suddenly jumped in, trembling.

Seeing, dozens of armed soldiers were leaning toward us. He would be a soldier in the Sunstrea City Army. A leading soldier is putting up a portable demonic lamp and illuminating the Setunas. The chilling light must have been weirdly dazzling because my eyes were starting to get used to the dark.

"Ugh, don't move!

Setsuna met Rowfa face to face. We praise each other on our shoulders and see the Lord of our voices again.

"You're the cause of this tragedy!

One of the soldiers shouted out loud, probably to inspire courage. I can see that my anger and sorrow for this tragedy have become an outrage, pushing the backs of city army soldiers. The flames of righteousness are lit as they burn.

They're just trying to do their job. Setsuna likes that. A raw human being is there, dominated by a reciprocity like Markar, not a monster that can no longer be separated from righteousness and evil. Be relieved of that.

Rowfa seemed to have a different feeling than Setsuna.

"What the hell were you looking at that could be a former Knights Knight?"

"What? Anyway...!

"Captain, oh, that one...!

"There's something to fear! We're the city army! If you want to protect the peace of Sunstrea, you can't give up your life!

"That's a good idea, but you shouldn't be wrong."

Rowfa shook his head to do it, his chest up against the man he called captain. A magic crystal lamp illuminated the uniform he was wearing, and the crest reflected light. As much as the emblem representing the bow is an indication of one of the thirteen knights, Rowfa Zan-Seivas, there is no way that a person in the city army who would be a former Knights knight would not know.

"I am Rowfa Zan-Seivas, an executive of the Knights of Benoagard. Due to the life of Knights Chief Osfeld Zan-Ward, Sunstrea will now be under Knights protection"

"Hey... what..."

The captain of the city army was proclaimed by Rowfa without precipitation, and seemed to cease.

"Well, as long as we have the mayor..."

"The mayor is dead."

Setuna thought that Rowfa's pronouncement was as ruthless as any other human resources. It's like a mild step through the base of their minds. But it is also true that there is nothing else to say. Malkar-Talber is dead. That's all I can tell you. In time, I'll have to explain.

"Nah!?

"Ha, captain, ho, it's true!

"The mayor, the mayor!

"What the hell is this? Aah!?

The soldiers who witnessed Markar's alienated carcass must have been so shocked that the heavens and the earth turned upside down. He screamed strangely at his mouth and turned his voice upside down.

Rowfa was watching the soldiers with a melancholy face.

"It's a lot of trouble to explain, but I can't help it."

"Totally."

I nodded because I had heard the noise of a horseshoe pounding from earlier. When I saw it, I found one horse rushing through a residential neighborhood that had been turned into a ruin in the middle of the night. Setuna was somehow guessing, although she didn't know who was on that horse or anything like that.

"Setuna-Kamiya!

The woman screaming from the horse jumps to the ground shaking her long hair and rushes over to this one.

"What's that?

"Sylvie-Rencode. I'm talking about the former Knights of Izfail."

"Oh, Mr. Shanor's junior? What kind of relationship?

"It doesn't matter."

Setuna had no choice but to flatter Rowfa's expression as if she were pushing evil.

"It just feels like I have to explain."

Then Setuna couldn't deny that she would be more concerned with the fact that she had to tell her the truth about things as she stared at Sylvie, who had only slightly approached her.

Silvier, who even worshipped Marcar-Talber, is awaiting a reality that is too much.

The next day, December 17, five hundred and fifty years of the continental calendar.

By Rowfa Zan-Seyvas, a Knights executive, it was announced that the rampage of the goddesses that shook Sunstrea last night was due to the plot of Mayor Markar-Talbar. Rowfa seemed to have thought about Markar's achievements as mayor of Sanstrea and his impact on citizens, not releasing himself as a divine man, but also concealing, making the false announcement that Markar had fought a divine man and died a battle of honor, but then it seemed that Markar had been deified and could have adversely affected his future rule, so it was washed away, and it was all a public carriage.

The shocking truth that Marcar was a person who suffered from albinism is such a story that heaven and earth would flip over for one of the Sunstreas, and the majority of humans did not immediately accept Rowfa's announcement. Marcar's previous behaviour as mayor remains a blurred light in the eyes of the citizens of Sanstrea. Markar's statement denouncing the ineffability of the Knights is also new to citizens' memory. It burns brightly.

Setsuna thought it was unacceptable to accept the fact that Marcar was dehumanizing, that it must be a Knights plot to take over Sunstrea, etc., and that there were not many citizens who spoke up, and that it was impossible for them to want to believe that. Last night, Sylvie-Rencord, who was poked at the truth, stood up for hours in front of the morphed Marcar's remains, hopefully as if he had been denied his life so far. When the night dawned and the morning came, she did not move the spot.

Setsuna kept an eye on her like that.

I am responsible for the destruction of Marcar.

Rowfa's announcement goes beyond that. He pleaded guilty to the fact that the divine crusade worth highlighting among the things that Marcar had ever become as mayor was due to Marcar's ability as a divine man. From information provided by Setuna, Rowfa determined that Markar's divine abilities arbitrarily promote and dehumanize the symptoms of persons with albinism, and that he could manipulate the presence of dehumanization by virtue of his ability to do so. And Marcar used his abilities to create an anecdote of a divine crusade, also called his own heroic legend, in which the divine men crusaded by him publicly declared that they were only sinless albinos, and that the citizens of Sanstrea were in havoc.

Even when it was announced so far, nothing declared it to be a Knights conspiracy, but when the deformed body of Marcar was exposed to the public, the flow changed. Marcar's upper body, covered in whitened meat armor and producing huge arms from his back, is not that of man, no matter how he sees it. I can't defend myself.

The people who had taken the initiative to slander the Knights also had to shut their mouths as soon as they saw Markar's body. The head was the human being himself, but from the neck down is that of a person suffering from albinism. There was nothing I could do, it was an outsider alien. It was a monster. It had come to fruition in being only good with the Divine Man.

The abominable fact that Marcar was dehumanizing and killing albino patients in order to hide his identity from the mistletoe because he was a divine man and deceived his citizens enveloped one of the Sunstreas with dismay and disappointment, covering the entire city with deep silence.

In the air as if the city itself were going to sink, Setsuna was in a devastated compartment.

There was a quarantine facility for patients with albinism, a southeastern section of Sunstrea. The extensive area around the quarantine facility has been extensively damaged and numerous buildings have collapsed. It was a sight exactly like after the disaster, and I could understand why we would call it a divine disaster, and that Sunstrea's reconstruction would not proceed as late.

Although the area affected by the Southwest Sector is off-limits to ordinary people, Setsuna was visiting this place where she could see the damage, at the request of the city's military governor, Sylvie-Rencord.

A direct request from Sylville was made with the help of a rescue operation by the City Army. Though residents around the disaster area have been evacuated, there may be a few residents who have missed the escape, so all night long, rescue work was under way. Setuna was supposed to help after Sylvie regained herself and remembered her duties and responsibilities as City Army Governor, but she is happy to respond to requests from her.

Speaking of what Setuna could do, it was a search for the wreck using his sensing abilities by summoning black spears and family members, and a rescue operation using his ability to summon armed men, and he immediately moved into action.

First, checking the damage around the mayor's residence and checking for any shipwrecks, he is immediately moving to the area around the quarantine facility in the southeast, where he joins the city army, which is working all night. Along with Sylvie, no matter. Sylville's arrival at the scene irrevocably increased the morale of the city's soldiers, who were thoroughly rescued throughout the night. Sylvie, as the governor of the city's army, probably gets as much hope as the mayor does.

The rescue work came at a time when the day was approaching its peak, when announcements had been made by Rowfa about the exposures of Markar's identity and the treatment of Sanstrea, and I remember that the expression and morale of the city army soldiers had changed dramatically.

Setuna's activity in the rescue effort was enough for Silvier, who had been so hard until then, to change his perception and dramatically change his attitude. A super sensation, also known as a side effect of black spear gear, picked up the sounds of survivors' voices and movements, and allowed them to rescue survivors precisely with the removal of debris and debris from Rod of Envy's dark strokes. The number of people rescued by Setsuna on its own was more than a hundred, and the revelation that there were numerous ordinary citizens involved in the divine disaster made Setsuna a lot of things to her own mind, but it was a pleasure to be able to help rescue the victims anyway.

Setuna's return of the Black Spear and his family came after confirmation that there was not a single shipwreck, by then before noon. The fatigue to the point of awesomeness was due to the fact that he remained exhausted in the battle with Markar and was engaged in rescue work, consuming so much physical and mental strength that there was no way he could have remained conscious if he had been himself before. The consumption of health is directly linked to hunger. During the rescue work, I didn't even have time to pinch a snack. It's about competing for a moment. Even though, time had passed since the damage had occurred. Setuna continued the rescue work in the form of pushing out the surrounding voices, why not pinch the break, and it can be said that she deserves what is at stake.

But this somewhat pleasant sense of fatigue should have been something that would not have existed if it had pinched the break, and he was, in subtle gratification and weakness. Sleeping on the rubble, looking out at the sky. The sunlight falling from the sunny sky hurts my eyes. From the time he was beaten up in the middle of the night until now, he moved with little rest. Let's tire our eyes too. My whole body was sweaty. I also want to take a bath, change my clothes and get some sleep. Given the damage, I guess not if you dream of such a swallowing thing, but that was the real deal for Setsuna, who feels like she's done one or two jobs.

"Lord Setuna! Where is it?

The call belonged to Sylville. She is revamping her attitude and rhetoric towards Setuna as she asks Setuna to participate in the rescue effort.

Setuna raised only her tired hands, as it was also a hassle to raise her voice. They're searching nearby. It'll also reach Sylvie's eyes.

"Oh... were you here"

Sylvie, who had climbed a pile of rubble, looked just like a little bit. She, too, was thoroughly at night in command of rescue work and post-processing, and fatigue was on her face. Though I don't suppose the exhaustion is necessarily the sole cause of the anguished look.

"If you're tired, why don't you rest in a city army rest stop"

"I don't have the energy to go that far"

Sylvie's answer to the question was true of Setuna, who only moved her neck and looked at her. Between the two tired of each other, there is more or less understanding - such illusions. It's just a fantasy. Sylvie is nothing more than someone else in red who doesn't understand. It was Setsuna who killed someone she didn't respect, even though she had no choice. It's no surprise they're rejecting you in good faith.

"Can I help you?

"... I heard the rescue of the survivors was complete."

"Yeah. It's over. In the meantime, I helped everyone who could."

Wake up your upper body for a conversation with Sylvie. It was difficult to move a tired body, but I managed to get him up and maintain his posture. I thought it might be a long time before I got so tired, but when I look back, I think I'm not. My days in hell, I had to squeeze and use up my powers like every day. With so much training, Setuna was able to be strong.

"I have also heard reports from my men that, thanks to Lord Setuna, we have been able to save a large number of lives. The rescued citizens are grateful to Lord Setuna."

Sylvie's keeping her head down.

"Lord Setuna, I would like to thank you for your help in the rescue work, as the Governor of the City Army, and as the representative of the citizens of Sanstrea"

"It's not as good as it gets changed."

Setuna rolled back again, even harder to maintain the posture she was in. Words of gratitude are heard scattered from the citizens who rescued them and from the soldiers of the city army. It must be significant that some of the rescuers also had families of city army soldiers, but before that they would have been happy to have saved many citizens for even one person in the city army. Still, there was a wind of voidness in Setuna's mind, how hard it was to come with, and she couldn't return the attitude she deserved for her words of gratitude.

The number of victims from the battle against Markar is over six hundred. About five hundred of them have been seriously and slightly injured, and as many as one hundred have died. Many of the dead said they were citizens caught in the destruction of gods other than Markar and city army soldiers who tried not to stop the gods. The dead were suppressed to that extent and prevented the spread of the damage, which must have been because the city army soldiers had succeeded in distracting and retaining the divine man on the spot. Had it not been for the honorable sacrifice of the city army soldiers, the gods would have gone around destroying the city of Sanstrea and involving more of them.

But Setsuna can't help but feel responsible. If I had killed Marcar sooner, wouldn't it have been like the albinos would run wild as gods? Could the damage have been contained?

With that in mind, I honestly didn't get the words of thanks either.

Because the dullness of my decision seems to have done so much damage to this city.

Silvier sat down on Setuna's sleeping rubble. She's also exhausted.

"But it is true that there is a life that could not have been helped without the help of Lord Setsuna. City forces alone should have saved fewer lives"

I know what Sylvie's trying to say, and I guess that's actually true, but that's not why I'm happy.

"And because Lord Setuna came to this Sunstrea, he was freed from the statue of the mayor."

"Vain statue...... hey"

"Markar-Talber was a divine man. He was a divine man but somehow kept reason, deceived us and our citizens, and continued to behave like humans. We believed as God did in the falsehood shown by Marcar-Talber, and did not pinch our doubts"

I don't know what else to do.

"Is it?

Sylvie leans her neck.

"There should have been room for doubt. If we do not turn away from the fact that, as Lord Setuna and Sir Seyvas have said, there is no way that a mere human being can be enemies to a divine man... however much..."

"I don't know."

Hands behind your head, turn them into pillows.

"That's impossible," he said.

Setuna told, looking at the beautiful and clear blue sky.

From an unprecedented disaster known as the "Great Destruction” that occurred two years ago to this day, I hear that one of the survivors was at his best to live today. If a person like Markar appeared in those days, he would want to be attached without a problem, and he didn't know that once he was attached, he couldn't deny it. If we suspect and deny Marcar, Sunstrea may also revert to the state immediately after the “Great Destruction”. Haven't such fears caused one's eyes to turn away from the discomfort of Marcar?

Sunstrea was in such a situation that he would not have stood without Markar's protection. It is true that while Marcar continued to falsify himself as a divine man, he continued to govern well as mayor, and the contribution that the Marcar regime has made to Sunstrea since its independence from Benoagard is so much greater than I would imagine.

So you can't deny everything about Markar.

In time, there are things you have to deny.

He was a divine man and had the heart that if it was for his ambition, it was not something that others knew what would happen. Even if he was a divine man, the story might have been different if he were to devote everything to doing for one, but the reality was, it wasn't so sweet.

Instinct as a divine man, or, the heart of Markar-Talber? He was intoxicated by the mighty power of the divine man and let go of saying that he was God. Seeing as he doesn't join the subordination or trying to eliminate Setuna is also because he decided that the black spear would stand in the way of his ambitions. If Marcar hadn't even had such ambitions, Setuna might have missed him, too.

It became clear that he was a divine man because he had shown his power.

However, as for Marcar, his inability to think about the future and leave Setuna alone is impotent, and there is no doubt that Marcar had to reveal himself more than Setuna's visit to Sunstrea. If Setuna were to cooperate with the Knights of Benoa, Marcar would be in danger, both in his position and in his presence.

In the end, where I scratched my feet, there was a battle between Setuna and Marcar, which meant that the damage was destined to be scattered across Sunstrea.

It's another story when it comes to convincing me.

"Well, anyway, let me get some sleep. I'm tired."

So when I finished the conversation, I was just a little happy that Sylvie smiled at me.