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

"Hello, Maria."

Amara talked to me with her back turned this way after plenty of minutes or so had elapsed since Setuna and Rem dropped her off from the room.

Setuna's farewell to Rem was something I remember a little bit of loneliness, but much less than I had imagined. I thought it might be something to grieve deeper, but it didn't, maybe because of Amara's presence. Just having her brightens up the place and makes it silly to spare a goodbye.

"Hmm?"

"Why didn't you just shut up?"

Amara keeps her back turned and goes to pack.

Maria inquired, while understanding the meaning of her uttered words.

"What is it?"

"The body of the noodle"

A word of Amara pierces my ear. No, it's not just the ears. Stab him in the chest and shoot his heart out. I have pain. Amara must have gone after understanding that. What I have to say is Amara. It's not just an adorable spirit. Words I don't want to hear and words I don't want to be said flat out poke at me. That's why Maria thinks Amara is essential. If you just want to be sweet, you don't have to be Amara.

"One day one dies. I'm just gonna pull that one off where I said something so obvious. I don't want to be such a woman."

"I don't care about that."

"Right."

Maria just nodded quietly because she could understand what Amara wanted.

The temporary laboratory is filled with silence until chilled. It had instantly become a thing of the past, such as the hustle and bustle a few minutes earlier. Silence enough to make it harder to remember anymore. Amara's silence was rare except during research. She was the one who was talking down something, and Maria was the one who was soothed by her like that.

A shelf lined with pharmaceuticals at a desk with research materials, instruments and documents. There is a bookcase, as well as a vault of medicinal herbs collected from all over Benoagard. They were provided by doctors at the Grand Academy of Medicine in collaboration with the launch of the temporary laboratory for her research. Maria's research has greatly contributed to the development of health care in Benoa. Maria's research is a delight to Benoa's healthcare providers, and that's why she spares no cooperation.

And Maria's research is made up of an incredible being named Amara.

"Someday, I would have gone"

Maria opened her mouth as she looked out for Amara's little back, still looking at the door. I know Amara likes Setuna and Rem. But she's not in custody because she liked them. I care about Maria. He puts Maria first. The more painful I know about that tenderness, the more delightful it gets, the worse it stops cutting.

I can't accept all of her kindness.

If we do that, Maria won't be able to stay Maria. I'm sure.

"That one's not so sweet about it. I wonder if you mean to understand the pain of others. Always more about other people than me. I'm sure I don't care about myself. I can't overlook having one in trouble. You can't let it go, even if it's a danger to you or a detriment to you."

Reminds me of a boy named Setuna-Kamiya.

When was the first time you found out about him?

Gandhia's “napping” should have been after the battle over the fortress of Balsar, where Leongando decorated the first line with great victory. Triumphant to Gandion, the king's capital, with the reward of the great victory, Leongando made the Setuna-Kamiya boy a victorious actor and a great bustle. The young armed summoner was welcomed by the citizens of Wang Metropolitan as bringing light to Gandhia, when Maria also recognized the presence of Setuna for the first time.

At that time, I just thought it was an anecdote Leongand had created to let the public know that Gandhia's military might was superior, but in fact, it wasn't. Maria is not the only one. Anyone who knew Setuna's name at that time could not imagine that it was the emergence of a hero who would then continue to leap Gandhia over the years.

Logner, Setuna's activity in Zalwarn greatly excited the Gandian people as well as the citizens of Wang Du. Fast forward as if it were a picture story, of a boy who could not have known it as the bone of any horse. If he waved a black spear, the enemy would fall, and if he penetrated the enemy formation, the enemy army would devastate without the art of exchange - a story like such a joke had been passed on to the king's capital as a true thing, so it was impossible for everyone to get excited.

And there was an assassination attempt.

Then.

Then, Maria became his subordinate. Maria touched the scratchy flesh of a boy named Setuna-Kamiya, touched her heart, and only, when, had she fallen in love. Soon, yes. It doesn't mean what happened. There was nothing there, something like that would be better.

"Just now, for example, if I told you the truth, I'm sure that one tried to stay here. I think he broke his promise to the Empire, but he stayed here and ran off to see if there was anything he could do for me."

"So you can't?

"No, you can't. Then I'm the stupid bitch."

She answered Amara's pure question instantly.

It may not be a bad idea to be a stupid woman. Wasn't it bad to be just a woman and hang on to his shoulders? That will surely free you from many miseries. That way, I'm sure, I can turn away from the hard reality. I can get some peace.

But no.

Then you can't.

Sweet there, Maria-Skole dies. Even if he's alive, he's dead.

"I want to help that one, not pull that one's leg."

"Why would you think that?"

Amara's question is pure. The words, purely because I am wondering, echo Maria's breasts.

"I don't think Setsuna would see it that way. We guarantee the kindness of that thing."

"Ha. How can I be assured that you're shallower than me?"

"Mmmm... you can't trust us!

"I trust you. I'm sure I can see one of you."

Maria smiled, staring at Amara, outraged. An eye that sees Amara's people is enough to think that one eye has the power to discern the nature of the other. Therefore, the person she trusted and accepted, Maria honestly trusted and has trusted. And that was a mistake. I don't have a try. Amara's eyes are so excellent.

"Surely that one wouldn't think that way. I guess you're simply worried about me. There's nothing to do with the profit and loss account."

"Well, then."

"That's why."

Maria shook her head. That's why. That's why, no. That's not how it works. Speaking of which, I'll hold him back. Just one word. That word becomes the chain that binds him to this occasion. Then you shouldn't. That's not where she wants it. Her desire is somewhere else.

"That's how I tie it up, so I don't like it."

"Mmm..."

"That one is hopeful."

Maria went, staring into Amara's eyes. Big eyes are packed full of desire to bump against Maria. I guess that's why the compassion is her girlfriend. I feel love. But that's why Amara can't do what she thinks.

"For me. for everyone."

Everyone means the ones who were around Setuna. Not so long ago, but every one gathered at his place should have seen hope in Setuna. Even if that form was different for each of us, there is no difference in the very fact that we saw hope in him. Some found rest in being at his side, some found a place in him, and some said dying for him was hope. Various hopes were gathering at his disposal.

That's because he had a charm.

Everyone was fascinated by him.

"That one would do something for me. That's what I think. That's what I can believe."

What Setuna has accomplished so far, what she has built up, leads to trust in him. What doubts do you have about believing what you have accomplished so that what you have done is not trusted? He's built up something that can't be accomplished by anything.

"Even in this unsaveable world, could that one do something about it? I know that's a casual thought. You may not mean that to that one. That one just might be best served by surviving in this world. Like everyone else, it may be hard just to live today"

She can't possibly know what path Setuna will take in this world without God. Although I found out from conversations with him that he had some purpose, I didn't really understand what that was.

"But I had hope for that one."

Maria put her hand on her chest, remembering the moment of her reunion with Setuna. That day, at that time, Maria never thanked herself more for being alive than at that moment. I just thought it was dead. Setsuna was fighting in Gandion. He was near the center of the Great Destruction. Everyone thought he was involved in “great destruction” and lost his life. Even if you can't believe it, you have to admit it. Even if in my mind I thought I was alive, in my head, I would recognize that I was caught in “great destruction”.

It is above all painful for what has come to know him to find warmth in him, but to continue to live in a world without him. I've lived through that hellish pain. I was also immersed in the research, because during the study, at least I didn't have to look directly at the reality without him.

Of course, the desire to eradicate albinism was the driving force, but it is also true that there was a reason to escape reality.

I despaired of reality, didn't give up raw, good.

"Being that one, I thought I could give up hope."

"... um"

"So this is just between me and you."

Maria smiled at Amara.

"You got it. Shut the fuck up."

"Amara."

"Mm?"

"Thanks."

"This is where I thank you!

What Amara has been doing well with her eyes is an imitation of Setuna, and Maria accidentally blew it out.

As long as she is around, can she live without losing her brightness?

I thought so.

At least you'll be laughing until this nesting albinism overshadows your consciousness.