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

I woke up with the morning burn, I'm sure, because I was nervous.

I didn't get much sleep, too, that's it.

This was not a battle palace, nor was it under the protection of the Seven Great Heavenly Samurai without the Guardian Peak Samurai. An old house off the northwest of the aerial capital. No, there was just another person in the abandoned and abandoned building, besides her, who knew her well.

Last night, uh, from the moment I recognized that, she fell into some sort of state of excitement and didn't sleep inside. Once, I woke up from sleep and was told about an assassination plot, etc., but since I recognized the fact that I was alone with him more than that, my chest was pounding and I couldn't help it.

That also means that we were isolated from the position of goddess of war.

Kidnapping and isolation from the Battle Palace, which was transferred to execution to protect herself from the plan to assassinate the goddess of war, kept Faria away from the position of goddess of war and led her back to being just one human being. Because in this ruined mansion, power as a goddess of war makes no sense. Faria and Setuna are the only ones in the mansion, whose setuna is outside the power of the goddess of war. As long as he is in Lyohan, it will not be possible to defy the goddess of war first, but there is no way he will listen to the goddess of war, who is Teng himself who captured the goddess of war. He was not under the control of the goddess of war and unconsciously understood that, but for that reason, Faria had to recognize that she was just a human being.

Just humans.

Just Faria-Aslalia.

Just a woman.

(F...)

I'm not a goddess of war, I'm just, I'm just a normal woman everywhere.

As she narrowed her eyes to the dazzle of the morning sun slipping through the window, she woke her torso and put her hands on her chest. Thick bedtime clothes remain intact when you go to bed in the Battle Palace. Wear a thick duvet from the top and onto the floor. That was also the case here. Someone - needless to say, Alexei, or it would belong to that hand - but the futon he had arranged in advance for me in this mansion was a luxury product produced in Mountain City. I slept comfortably and as long as the excitement subsided, it was thanks to that futon that I slept right away.

Exhale slowly and breathe in air. Initially we arrived dusty enough not to even like to breathe, but the clean air filled the room by leaving the windows open, blowing dust out and staying put for the night.

Sleeping overnight with the windows open is nothing wrong with Faria in itself. That's exactly what life in the Battle Palace is all about, and it's what I'm used to. I was used to the cold weather in Lyohan, and it was enough to say that it was too warm compared to midwinter. Regardless, I also know that it is a hell of a low temperature for Luufa and Miliu from outside Lyohan, and that would be the same thing as Setsuna.

Secondly, when I thought of him, that was all that spread the upset.

He was merely conspired by Alexei and danced to a fictional plan that was unlikely. If you think about it carefully, you should know that Alexei's story seemed true to him, who is never bright on Lyohan's inner feelings. That's the only thing I can do. Alexei dives through many training grounds as a politician. It must have been as easy as letting Setuna believe anything she didn't know. I can't hope Setsuna doesn't have a fall, but I can't say enough that if Faria were in his shoes, Alexei wouldn't have fooled her. Of course, if Faria doesn't know what's going on with Lyohan. It's impossible to be fooled if you knew, but if you didn't know, there was a big part of it that you couldn't do.

If they speak plainly that the radicals of the anti-war goddess are trying to harm Faria, they can't help but believe it.

And for that reason, it was Setsuna who hit things with his whole body and spirit. Setuna acted alone, wanting to save Faria from the assassination plot, and actually grabbed Faria from the battle palace and brought her here. Even if the assassination plot is a fictional, fictional event, Setuna's feelings moved for it are not fake, but real. It goes without question that Setsuna would have moved so prepared to lose her position in Lyohan for that matter. Breaking into the Battle Palace also means there is a great chance of hostility with the Seven Great Heavenly Samurai, the Guardian Peak Samurai. Still, it should be noted that he never broke for Faria.

I would also have thought about how Faria would feel about that. After pondering and pondering, he acted as he wished.

And Faria found out how dear she was to him.

vaguely.

Behind my chest, my heart is pounding. The increase in heartbeat seemed to speed up the flow of blood through his whole body, making his whole body hot and burning up. There is dust in the morning sun that crosses my horizons. When I wondered if such a sight had been accidentally distorted, my cheeks became feverish. Zero calories falling from the eyes transmit straight to the cheek and flow down to the jaw.

(Is that...?

Faria could not contain the unstoppable tears flowing from both eyes, bewildered.

If it's not sad, it's not hard. Instead, I couldn't wait to be happy and happy, but for some reason, I couldn't stop crying.

Thoughts, thoughts.

I think of each other.

No.

She shakes her head, all over her chest.

He was thinking of me more than he thought.

I said that I was at my best by deceiving my role as a goddess of war, but he was even more thoughtful after learning about me like that. That fact pushes over like a flood, sweeping her mind.

This isn't the first time I've felt his affection. Lately, the moment I saw him appear in distress, the moment the battle ended and I hugged him as he walked over, when I discussed it with him who had just woken up, I felt it again and again. He's giving Faria a crappy favor. No, that is no longer a dimension of favor, etc.

Bigger, deeper, wider stuff.

Remembering the strong and warm feeling of his arms, once again, tears.

Love.

Faria cried a little in the futon, and now, just now, she wanted to be honest with her feelings.

We have to stay here for a few days until things are almost cool. For those few days, Faria cannot be a goddess of war. I don't even need to be there. It can be a private faria, and I guess it should be. It made time for me to be. I should have honestly received it that way, and I guess more than I did, I should have responded to the thoughts put in there.

The desire that time as a human being should also be valued, not as a goddess of war.

(Grandfather speaking)

I didn't think it was an extra blame, etc. If it was a regular faria, I might have cut it off that way, but not this time.

Instead, I just have to thank you.

Wipe the tears and get out of the bedroom. Outside the window, the light is dazzling. The airborne city of Lyohan, the top airborne capital, is the closest city to the sun. Even at dawn, when the sun begins to rise, it is so blessed by the sun that it sometimes glitters to its dazzle. That's why we can't get rid of this cold, and it's only about summer that we can feel the warmth of the sun.

The light that fills the windows illuminates the garden of this ruined mansion. It's not like there's anything in a rough all-you-can-see garden, but that kind of landscape was usually something I never saw. When it comes to what you see in life around the battle palace, it's just a limited view. And if you've never been dissatisfied with that, you can't possibly complain or anything. But when life began differently than usual this way, it seemed like something I would care about even if I didn't normally care.

I felt like I saw an all-you-can-stretch weed swinging in the wind and saw a different side of the aerial capital.

When I left the room, I heard a noise.

A rampage in the hallway, right in the hall - from the kitchen.

The mansion, like many of the buildings in the capital, is a reuse of ancient ruins, and the addition of the hand of future generations makes it a bearable substitute for modern life. It's not what I could live in as a ruin, and it's a lot of inconvenience. This abandoned mansion remained abandoned decades ago, with few remaining broken doors, conditioning, etc. But thanks to the supplies someone had brought in beforehand, it would have been enough to spend a few days.

Of the mansion, there are only a limited number of places and things available, but only the two of us spend the day here: Faria and Setuna. Whether there are fewer rooms available or fewer available, it is not a big problem.

The sound heard from the kitchen was as if someone was cooking, but the light knife chips heard from the kitchen of the Lion's Tail building were scattered so much that they didn't have to be compared to listening. That would be so. There is no other person standing in the kitchen than Setsuna in this situation. I had never heard of Setuna being good at cooking, and under no circumstances had it meant that he would do the cooking number. He is the captain, and the captain doesn't have to do that all the time, so naturally. So I couldn't imagine him standing in the kitchen, holding a knife or anything, but when I realized that was exactly what he was doing right now, Faria was rather terrified than surprised and was rushing out.

At some point it was ready to rush through the hallway, where the remains of doors and conditioning items had been removed. Of course, it would be Setuna. He kept something out of the way while Faria was asleep. I don't have time to admire that, poking around the hallway, to the kitchen on my left.

Then, as Faria thought, Setuna stood in the kitchen, holding the knife. Vegetables on wooden slabs, facing them seriously. So much so that I don't think I need to give anything that harsh a look, but I couldn't. Just speak up. I'm worried, I'm worried, I can't help it. I wasn't even gripping the knife.

"Setuna, are you a jerk?

"Hmm? Oh, good morning"

Setuna looked back at this one with her knife shaken, and she had a painfully vivid smile on her eyes.