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

I'm dreaming.

It was also sweet by the time it was rough, a dream that I wanted to immerse myself in forever.

In her dreams, she was one girl.

A maiden in love, perhaps.

A dream where you have a thinker and you are allowed to think only about that one. If you're in a dream, I don't care what you think. If I didn't have to try to be a goddess of war, I wouldn't have taken into account the intentions of the people, the Mountain Protection Conference, or the Guardian Peak Samurai. If it's a dream. If it's in a dream, if it's just in a dream world.

It's not real.

It is an unrelated world to the reality that we must be forced to be goddesses of war and desperate to be goddesses of war.

Here we are, forgiven. What did you think? I don't have any blemishes. This is a dream. The Land of Dreams. World of dreams.

I can just keep thinking about him.

That was sweet on top of this for her and a great time on top of this. I've been thinking about it every night here, as long as that time lasts. That and this, because I was able to fulfill my reunion with him.

He was alive.

It was more than two years ago, and he appeared abruptly, unknown if he was even alive, saving not only her life, but also Lyohan's. That was the moment she waited for, and it happened so flashly that she passed through the emotion.

And the fact that he was alive, the reality that he could have been reunited, gave her hope of living. It evoked the life force that was still falling asleep, and my soul burned and rolled. My heart, which my days as a goddess of war were about to kill, was also no longer nearly perfect. It's not as quick as laughing, it's easy.

As much as I laugh myself, human beings seem to be simple creatures.

My dear one lived.

That's just it, I couldn't think of anything more powerful. It was a change beyond even imagination, and she knew, understood and recognised how far she thought of him, loved him, and depended on him.

And then every night, I dreamed of him.

I was repeatedly shown how I felt like a girl who could be in love with him, and I kept dreaming about why all sorts of embarrassing, delightful, emotions had come to pass. If you wake up, your routine as a goddess of war awaits. However, it will not snap like before now. He was alive. Now, whenever I see you. He may leave Lyohan soon. But he's alive. Being alive means not having to see each other if you want to. The situation is completely different from where life and death are unknown.

About two years ago, he stayed in Gandion and they were in a place where they could never go back when they regained consciousness. And as Ramless picked it up and headed north, there was a "great destruction”. In the middle of an unprecedented natural mutation where the world was ripped apart, she was, hopelessly. He was extremely close to the heart of the Great Destruction. If you get involved, you can't just be a user of black spears. It was your word only to the extent that you were injured, and there was no guarantee that you would live. Still, she and everyone who reached Lyohan with her tried to believe in his survival. By encouraging his voice and saying so, he turned away from the possibility that he was dead. If I didn't, I couldn't even keep my mind stable.

A long time has passed since then.

Faria painstakingly maintained her peace of mind by inheriting the goddess of war and continuing to play the ideal goddess of war. Being not yourself, being able to be another means not having to move your mind. I couldn't help but think about him, and not immerse myself in those nostalgic, glorious, happy days by thinking of my memories with him, but most of my time in Lyohan was spent playing Faria-Aslalia as a goddess of war.

Otherwise, it would have been difficult to stay alive.

His presence was so great in her by then.

Perhaps it is not too much to say that it is the same as the goddess of war for Lyohan.

For Faria, Setuna was the support of her heart and the hope of life.

So in the middle of the Second Defense War, the moment Rem showed up and he showed off his beauty, he forgot me. He was alive. That's just it. It's just that that's all that gave her so much power.

Now, I can live.

I have nothing more to fear. There's nothing more to mourn. Disappointment and despair came to fruition with the past, and limitless hope filled her breasts.

Even if, during normal times, I didn't have to meet him to play the goddess of war or even have time to talk to him, I didn't mind. If he's alive and can come and see him at any time, there's nothing wrong with him. Don't worry about anything. Sure, he was liked and beaten by women, and many women were at his side, but he was, like, looking at himself.

It wasn't excessive or anything, his eyes, they were staring at themselves.

Straighten up.

It was so pure that my consciousness turned white.

The battle was over and the little time I stared at him was the time of my dreams. A time of unlimited happiness and unparalleled joy. It's dense and still impressive enough to remember every moment of it. It burns into the retina without even having to remind him of the moment when he walks over, or whatever it is that makes him fall in. The memory of my embrace is still in my arms. The body of the forged boy had turned into that of the youth. But it was him.

It was Setuna.

So, I guess.

Dream.

Over and over again, I dream.

his dreams.

Dreaming about him all the time.

In the cold skies, held by his arms, he pierces the sea of stars, such dreams.

(Dreams...)

She doubted that the feeling of frozen air was too realistic, but thought it would also be because of her dreams. Happy dreams don't deserve a situation, but dreams are always like that, and no matter how happy dreams are, crap gets in the way. And when you realize it, the scene changes, the memories become cloudy, and you wake up. Her sincere desire to be immersed in sweeter dreams has no power to exchange in front of an overwhelming reality.

This dream, too, could be something like that.

The stars were blinking.

Overhead, the stars instantly in the clear night sky look like countless gems scattered over a black cloth. The starry sky from the top of Mount Lyov is always beautiful. Nothing is more beautiful than a winter starry sky, and on a winter night, children and adults alike looked up at the stars wearing thick cold clothes.

(Dream...... right?

It would be a dream.

The starry sky depicted in dreams must be Lyohan's starry sky because here I am, all the time in Lyohan. Both the winter and summer starry skies were more beautiful and brightly colored than looking up from Lyohan's aerial capital. It's something I've seen more than once since I was a kid, and all those years since I grew up, I looked up at another starry sky, but I still thought Lyohan's sky was extraordinary.

So in your dreams, you see the night sky of Lyohan.

And there was another sign that this was a dream.

Because Setsuna's face was right on the side. Between the starry sky and her eyes, there is his face. Just like looking up from the bottom. We can't even see why that's such an attitude. It's a dream. I guess I don't understand the situation. And because it was a dream, she was able to see his face as she wished. His face looking up directly from the bottom again had a different charm than he could see from the front or from the side, and she was just a little, stunned. You say it's a dream, but you realize you're in love. And I think it might be a good idea to keep falling in love.

It's a dream.

If you dream, no one complains that you left him alone. If you dream, there's nothing wrong with how long you've been with him. There is no obstacle to his duties, and there is no muscle to complain about the women surrounding him. It's a dream.

(Setuna......)

Her reaching toward Setuna's jaw was unconscious behavior. Second, I wanted to touch it. I touched him and wanted to feel him. Sometimes you know it's a dream but you do, because you're clearly aware that that's all you're in love with him, and that it's something that doesn't come true inside in reality.

If it's a dream, if it's in a dream, there's no problem with any behavior.

The world of dreams frees her from the heavy duty of goddess of war. No, that's not all. The fact that it is in a dream boils her ability to act infinitely. In my dreams, I am free to do what I would normally never do. For example, I could have touched Setuna as much as I wanted in my dreams, and it was as easy as touching her with my hands. I could even go hugging her from her side.

Yes, if it's in a dream.

It's a dream.

In reality, there are different sorts of marks. We have a position, we have a role, we are responsible. Those things make her nervous. There's shame in it, and there's something about them. I don't know what to do if you don't like it when you move with your instincts, or even think about it without being old. Of course, I know as much as a hundred that Setuna doesn't even hate her for that, but I have to think about it.

But if you dream, you don't have to suffer from such things. It's a dream. The other person, too, is just what I imagined. No matter how much you touch, you will not be rejected. Even if the phantom in the dream rejects it, the pain will have to be temporary. Because that's not real. Because it's not like I'm rejected by the real him.

So she touched his jaw with her unconsciously stretched fingertips. Though I had a slightly clearer feeling that it was a dream, I didn't think it was odd. Just because it's a dream doesn't mean I don't feel anything. Rather, it is a dream to feel different than reality. That's why I didn't feel unnatural when his gaze looked down on this one either. A slightly troubled smile, however setuna-like, seemed to reveal the fact that she was eager and paranoid about such contact with him, and her unspeakable embarrassment engulfed her consciousness. I want to get bored.

It's a dream.

And Setsuna, who looked down on us when it was supposed to be a dream, said something she wouldn't imagine.

"I think I'm awake, but be patient for a little while."

"Huh...?

Faria looked suspicious, unable to understand what he was saying. Even if it was a dream, I thought it was something that didn't clap too much.

"What are you talking about?

"Explain later. Right now, you just have to be patient. Fine, it's cold."

"Patience? Cold...?

If you ask me, I did feel cold. Low body temperature enough to erase the feeling of happiness in your dreams is even like wandering through a world of extreme cold. It may be too good for a winter lyohan-like, but I feel close enough to it. When you are aware of that, your whole body starts to recognize the cold as soon as possible. Still, I realize that I don't feel so cold, except at the head or at the tip of my extended hand, because Faria's entire body is twitching with a blanket. This means that Faria is embraced in Setuna with her blanket twisted and, as it were, Setuna is flying through the sky.

It's a dream, so it's no wonder something so strange happened.

Not surprisingly, the cold enough for this head to freeze and some realistic way of dealing with Setuna led Faria's consciousness rapidly to awakening.

Isn't this a dream?

The moment I thought so, I had no idea what was going on, and in her head I couldn't think of anything in the mess after the mess.