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

There was darkness.

The vague darkness engulfed my consciousness, and I didn't let go.

It is also remembered in a cloudy consciousness that it was a sudden event. Probably because it was a shocking event. I couldn't forget.

Suddenly it eroded and smeared her consciousness. When it darkened in front of me and I wondered if I could no longer hear the sound, all senses gradually turned away. In the middle of the battlefield, she was supposed to have been fighting. I had to fight. For my dear poor Lord. For the foolish desire of the one you love. In a senseless, crappy battle, I had to make his thoughts come true at all. Because that's her own little wish.

Making him happy.

That was the only thing that helped them someday poke and move her.

No one is more pathetic than him.

I can't help but think like that.

He's not from this world. He, summoned from another world, had a peculiar ability but had to keep killing even though he didn't want to. Killed more enemies than anyone else, did more fighting and contributed more than anyone else. The result is that catastrophe. His dreams, his wishes, his hopes, his happiness, everything, everything, everything was taken away from him. No, they must have taken it away from me for a while. With all that number of enemies in front of him, there's no way he could have fought either. He is human. It didn't come back as many times as she did, and I could fight as many times as I wanted. Once you die, that's it. And if he dies, so will she.

Oh, well.

She understood quietly as all sensations were lost and not even gravity could be felt.

He's dead, I'm sure.

He must have lost his life in the battle with the enemy forces that had been pushing him like a flood. Other than that, I couldn't think of a reason. As a result, a complete death also came to her. The time that the first raw has been spinning has stopped and the end has come.

Everything is over.

Consciousness will also disappear as it is, and it will be nothing.

I thought so.

That's what I understood.

However, her consciousness did not disappear.

It did not perish, it did not break, it continued to wander through the darkness.

I don't know what it means.

There was just even loneliness. Loneliness disturbs consciousness. One is lonely. I know that. One must not live alone. That's what I understood as a real feeling. So everyone leans in and lives with each other. So did she. Even the provisional first raw, there is something intolerable about loneliness. No, rather, because this life is tentative, false, it may feel so much stronger.

There is isolation.

There is an unbridgeable gulf between one who lives in reality and one who lives in the first place. It can be called a deep fracture. Its unfilled voids make you feel intolerably lonely. So maybe you want one even more. I want to be by his side. I want to feel him. I want to live with him.

By staying at his side, loneliness was healed.

Because his surroundings were always endlessly busy. As long as I was at his side, the solitude of her soul was false. I could deceive myself and pretend to sing a routine full of happiness. Good for you. I didn't need anything more. That's all I'm glad for.

Yet the world did not tolerate it.

Even her meticulous happiness didn't forgive me.

Is he dead?

Or is it alive?

If you're alive, why are you in the dark? If it is dead, why is consciousness continuous?

When you don't even know what the feeling of time is, eventually, you won't even be able to recognize yourself. I had that horrible feeling, as if my consciousness were spreading into the darkness. There was no way to stop the spread, even if I was desperate to disconnect. I can only see myself scattered into the vast darkness of darkness. Confusion ensues. Maybe he cried out. Maybe he went mad. When those periods passed, the rest just kept sagging through the darkness.

She was so exhausted that she couldn't even think.

Wouldn't only time pass by infinitely longer as this is?

Will you continue to wander forever in this darkness?

I felt like it was a lot worse than dying, but there was nothing she could do about it.

I couldn't help myself, I couldn't even ask for salvation.

There can't be any salvation in this world.

Yes, I understood.

That's when all of a sudden I heard was the sound.

Uncertain, but somewhere warm and reliable.

Until now, the darkness that covers her consciousness has remained silent. Silent darkness. A world without sound gradually erodes the mind. Conversely, a world with sound lights my heart. That's all, she felt her sight open. That's just because of my mind, it doesn't actually change anything. But there was definitely a change.

Also, I heard a noise. Now it sounded like it was out there, angry. Nostalgia and love creep up. It builds strength. The consciousness, which should have been split, is instantly back together. I was hearing that, not the sound, but the voice.

Yes, the voice of that sweet one.

The darkness rocked.

"Rem."

The light paid for the darkness.

In an instant, the colour returns to front of you, and every sensation is revived. Hearing captures sound, tactile perceptions recognize air and clothing, sense of smell of the wind, and vision accurately grasps the face of the young man in front of you. The face she was looking at this one worried heartily, the moment she opened her eyes, she floated a heartfelt relief and quickly turned into something flashy.

"I knew you were just pretending to sleep"

She closed her eyes. For a moment, I didn't understand what he was saying. Reach out and touch his right cheek. Then he was decent. That look seems to have gone back to being a boy, and I love you on top of this. It's still lovely, but he wasn't a boy anymore. It can be called a youth. I just couldn't care less how different I was from him in my memory. My hair was blurry and too long. When I look at it, it stretches all the way around my waist. I didn't remember him stretching his hair that far, and it doesn't match his hairstyle I saw just before.

Then, his face seemed somewhat steeper. A proper look is that of the loving boy, but the look I saw before it was far more harsh and even harsher than he was in my memory. I can't even imagine what happened.

Speaking of other things that have changed, as much as I have gained muscle mass, that may also be a remarkable matter. Together, all of that was such a change that I could say I was separate from him in her memory. It's just clear that it's not someone else.

Black hair as darkness, red eyes as blood, eyebrows, nose, lip shape, and jaw shape were himself in memory. The feeling of the touched cheeks also stays that way. Nothing changes. One thing, it hasn't changed. The fact fills her chest with unparalleled joy. I didn't think I'd see you again. Never again, I thought we couldn't touch each other.

That's nothing but despair.

So she couldn't stop her vision from shaking as she touched his cheek. Whimpering leaks. Tears overflow, passing through your face and flowing down your ears. I didn't even want to wipe it.

"Why... are you crying?"

"That's what wildness is, my lord."

"... good"

"Yes?"

"Well, he's alive."

I'm happy to put it like he's relieved, and I give it back to him in a mean way.

"He's dead."

No, he's alive.

He scratched his nose and laughed.

"That's what I am. Definitely."

That smile dazzled me so much that she, for a while, fell in love. Yes. Yes, it is. I wanted to see his smile. I haven't seen it in a long time. Ever since the doom was thrust on that country, I've never seen him smile uncontrollably. That he got his smile back. She thought that was more than enough.

"Yes......"

She nodded slowly, chewing, leaving the hand that was touching him to leave. My arm was screaming. It's like you can't help it. Still, all that time, I could feel him, so enough. From now on, I can touch it like every day. Those days are coming back again. I have nothing to fear. I don't get anxious.

I'm not lonely.

She noticed the warmth and moved her gaze. From his face, down there. Then it comes into my eyes that his hand is holding her hand. It hurts. I realized he was there to help me lose my power and keep my gravity-pulled arm from falling.

(oh setuna......)

As I was extremely impressed and managed to enjoy myself about to cry again, he put the hand he held back over her belly. And it's like this in a kind voice.

"I've been asleep for a long time. You might as well not try to move your body."

"Yes...... is it?

"Oh. Two years."

"Huh?"

"Since then, more than two years have passed"

"Two years..."

She rebelled against Setuna's words and beckoned. Two years. You mean you kept sleeping for as long as two years? You mean you were wandering in that darkness?

So I guess Setuna's hair was longer, her muscles were growing, and the atmosphere was changing. In two years, one can change. At least, it's no surprise there's been an outward change. Although I was convinced of that, there was one thing I didn't understand.

"What happened?

It may be inexplicable to ask Setsuna, but I couldn't help but ask. There was so much I wanted to know. While asleep. What was Setuna doing while she was asleep for two years? I can somehow predict that I was working back on my body, but I don't know anything else.

"I don't know why you slept here, but the direct reason you slept is probably because of me"

"Your husband's?

"Oh."

He looked her in the eye after he lay down his eyes for a moment and behaved like he was thinking.

"I escaped from this world."

The red eyes were shaken with deep regret and anguish.