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

"... I got it."

It was after a while of silence that Mauau concluded so.

There was even a pleasant tidal breeze blowing through the spacious sea.

"Then...!

But I still can't trust him. I don't have reason to trust you. Words alone can do anything. The moment I showed you my gap, you didn't get attacked. "

"I knew it would happen"

The goddess said the best.

Neither does Setuna want to be trusted with words alone. It was exactly right that words alone could be called anything, and because we knew it, Setuna had an idea as to whether that would win Mauau's credibility.

Mauau even understands the story after listening to it. There are signs that you will respond to my persuasion. If so, I should have done everything in my power to convince you. We should avoid avoidable battles. If you don't have to bleed pointlessly, you don't have to drain your power in vain. The more the Demon King's wand tries to show its true value, the more onerous a substitute for Setuna. The intensity of the wear and tear in the battle with Ashtra is enough to relieve me just now.

Even if I fought Mauau here, it was the current situation that I didn't even know if I could win.

If Mauau had as much power as Astra, he would have been able to bring it in until he defeated it, but that is also what Setuna said he would do with all his power. If Mauau is the bearer of more power than Astra, there is something suspicious about whether he can win even if he does all he can. And Mauau's power definitely surpasses Ashtra's first.

Mass is different.

"So that's it. Let's keep fighting."

"No, not yet."

"Do you still want to go on?"

Mauau gives a frightened look.

"I said I didn't want a meaningless fight. If we can settle this in a discussion, we've never been over it."

I can't see the solution thread.

"There is a solution. I hope you can trust me."

How do I trust what I just met?

"Trust me. There's no such thing as saying. You're God."

Hmm?

"You just have to peek into my memory like you did when you were Quon. So decide if I'm worthy of credit. If it turns out you don't deserve credit, that's it. Let the struggle resume."

"... I see. From the memories of the past, you want me to judge you for your humanity. Funny. But is that good enough for you? I don't even want to be seen. You're gonna get a peek, right?

"I knew you were sweet."

Setuna became kind of happy with Mauau's care. If God cares so much, he deserves credit. There's nothing wrong with being peeked into your memory. I don't even remember wanting to hide it. Nothing bothers me to be seen.

In this world, I have lived, with my chest up.

"You don't have to worry about me. I want you to look at my memory until you're convinced. So judge me."

So that's what Setsuna can say. I can give God a flat peek into my memory because I can think of nothing to be ashamed of. Exactly. I feel a little embarrassed when I'm seen by Faria and Milius, but I don't mind being a god who can also be someone else in red. It's about Mauau. I wouldn't do anything to tell others about the memories I peeked into.

Come on. That's all I'm saying. Let me look at my memories. And let's make a decision. Is it trustworthy or should it be destroyed? "

Mauau moved a huge group of tentacles loosely when he nodded strictly. Some of the countless tentacles approach Setuna. If there is no hostility there, there is no intention of killing. Setuna, not wandering around, left herself to become. As one of the muddy glossy tentacles wrapped around Setuna's body, she was drawn to Mauau's eyes as she strangled her softly. Shortly after surprise, Setuna's body was in Mauau's upper body arms.

"God cannot be Almighty enough. A peek into the memory must also be made using such means. Forgive me."

Setuna admitted that her consciousness was distant by the sweet voice whispered in her ears and the feeling of a rich chest and soft skin.

Eventually, Setuna's consciousness fell completely to the bottom of darkness.

"Will Lord Setsuna be all right..."

It wasn't until Melissa Noah left the battlefield and a while later that Rigfoud snapped. He peeks into his binoculars and watches how the battle goes when he falls into an adhesive state.

The intense battle between Setuna and God, who calls him Mauau, was only for a moment. At the end of that momentary offensive, a long confrontation began. glued state. I have no idea what Setuna and Mauau are doing, from the top of the ship.

"Do you doubt your husband?

"No, I never meant that"

"Well, I know you're worried...... don't worry"

Rem, while understanding Rigford's mood, told him with a strained chest.

"There is no such thing as your husband losing."

Though I hung up well, that wasn't the kind of anxiety I had in the lem.

Certainly Setuna is strong. At least in Rem's memory, there was no such thing as something stronger than Setuna with a black spear in his hand. Both the Imperial Devil and the Armed Summoners, and even their armed Summoners, struggling monster stained armed Summoners, disappeared like dust in front of Setuna and the Black Spear.

Setuna's defeat is enough to count as far as Rem knows. One is the battle against Sid Zan-Rufaus in Maldia, and the battle in Benoa can also be called defeat. And it's a fight against Quong in the final war. I asked Setsuna directly about the revelations of the Battle of Benoa and Quon.

Anyway, that countless cause of defeat is due to the fact that we fought against a being with more power than Setuna did at the time.

If it was that they were really gods, it wasn't like Setuna had no chance of losing.

It's God.

Both Sid Zan-Rufaus and his battle in Benoa were battles against those with God's blessing. Not God himself, not. If it becomes God himself, it is natural to assume that he has even more powerful powers. Perhaps Setuna will be forced to struggle.

But, on the other hand, the fact that you have painstakingly repelled Ashtra God pushes anxiety away.

Setuna said that two years after the “Great Destruction," it was dawn on training.

He was proud to say that he had grown stronger as a user of black spears by one and two steps.

Rem couldn't help but trust Setuna like that and prayed that he would return safely even if he didn't win.

There can't be any need to beat God.

That's fine as long as Setsuna is safe.

The sound of the waves awakened his consciousness.

The backwinding atmosphere roars like a storm at the sound of the waves to be returned.

When I grabbed my heavy eyelids open, a stranger's seaside was spreading in front of me. Underneath the red-burning sky, you can see the sea running rough to the other side of the horizon. Severe wind chirping. Overhead, clouds are flowing at tremendous speeds.

(Is this...?

He wondered.

There's a very different sight in front of me than where I was just now. I have to be surprised, and I have to question it. But I don't know the question or the point, so it's a problem. I can't even remember where I was just now.

I don't even remember what I am.

The sensation of the hands, the sensation of the feet, the sound - all sorts of things were oddly unstable. My vision is blurred.

After all, did this happen?

The voice sounded suddenly in my head. The voice I heard. But I can't remember. I can't even remember where or who voice I know. That does not lead to anxiety. Everything is as blurry as the events on the far side.

After all, was this destiny?

He wandered his gaze in search of the Lord of his voice. An endless and invisible beach that lasts everywhere. There are no figures around. No, there was something on the rock that stood at sea. A person whose red sunset bathed from his back became a backlight and a black shadow. It even seemed to haunt the dark coat. The only thing I can tell is that the person's eyes are red. Because it shines even in the shadows.

You're cursed.

The shadow man even tells me.

Setuna-Kamiya. You're cursed. "

He tried to ask the man. But if I didn't have a voice, I'd have to listen to the man without even knowing what to ask.

"Your body and your heart will not continue to be eroded by the curse of God."

On a shining sea in the sunset, the black man even continues his words.

You no longer have a way of salvation.

Repeat words poking despair at him. Many times. Many times. Many times, as if you wish to break your heart.

Even so.

But don't give up on me. Don't mourn me. Don't despair. "

That's what men have been saying.

He doesn't know what it is. I don't know, but I'm sure it's true.

"My black hope."

I think I heard that one day.