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

"I just have the rest of my heart."

"Is it heartbreaking..."

"As you can see, I'm dead. Before I can tell you everything I've learned. Before I entrust you with everything I have. That's somewhat of a heartbreak."

"Master..."

"Don't look like that."

Lux shook his head when he saw Setuna's expression. I don't know what look I have on Setsuna, but I'm sure she had a stinking face. He hated that look. Originally, even my beloved captain loved to tease me. The bright one, I guess. However, Setuna, immersed in sentiment, could not make a bright look immediately.

It didn't matter if this place was real hell or not. I don't mind if the lux in front of me is just a fantasy. There's a master in front of me who's supposed to be dead, who couldn't even exchange words of farewell, and he's laughing. It was something you didn't even want.

"I was able to protect those guys. That's all I'm satisfied with. I was the only one who could protect those guys, and more importantly, I lived my life to the fullest. I'm not dissatisfied with that."

Lux looked satisfied. I'm sure you mean the Sigurds with those one. Setsuna also knows that Sigurd-Foliar, head of the "Pale Wind" delegation, and Jin-Krall, deputy heads, are important ones for Lux. It's not a family, but it also means that I care about it and care about it more than my family. So I guess it means that Lux put up his life to protect the Sigurds and lost his life for it. And you're satisfied with that, too, you don't know.

For example, if Setuna were to be placed in a situation similar to his, if he were to give his own life to protect the lives of one of his loved ones. Satisfied or not. The answer is one. Somewhat, even if remorse remained, if it had kept the precious ones through, it would have been possible to have had a full death.

But the reality is different.

Setuna defeated and fled, unable to protect one of her loved ones.

"How about you?

"... I am"

Asked, Setuna felt a toothpick at herself for not being able to answer instantly. I wonder what to tell you. I wonder where to start. There are plenty of good things to do, and there are as many stars to talk about. The opponent is Lux. He's a master of swordsmanship and combat. I could talk about anything if I were him. If it was him, I could talk to him about anything. Whether or not he returns a clear answer for opening his chest collar and consulting with him can be another story, but it turns out, it's nothing like dissatisfaction. However, I can say it's sweet because there's just enough discernment to ask me when I want you to. At least, I never tried to listen to Setuna in any way. That's one of them, so maybe Setuna kept mentoring him.

"You look unsatisfied."

"Yes."

When Setuna nodded, Lux looked at the void and then raised the Gravestone unconstitutionally, which remained stuck in the sheath. The sound of a full-bodied body that is longer than its height tears the air apart is severe.

"I don't know why you're here. You are not a dead man. I guess he didn't die like us and go to hell. I can see that. I mean, I'm here for some reason. And that has something to do with you not being full. That's probably what I'm talking about."

Lux's eyes sparkle with glitter. One scale of nature to show when you refrain from struggling to the present. His essence is there when he is called a "sword ghost”. I smile bitterly at myself for being shot through, forgetting to breathe, but being seen at the same time. It was in that figure of the ghost of the sword that had dived through so many dead lines and slashed and killed so many enemies that Setuna admired it. It was there after all that I tried to beg Lux to teach me. A vision for “Sword Ghost” Lux.

At least I wanted to get close to him.

That begins.

"You want to be strong, don't you?

"Yes."

When I nodded, I shook my head as if Lux was full of jerks. Setuna couldn't solve his reaction. I don't understand.

"You're strong. Too much, I can't say enough words. There's no such thing as a stronger person than you. You and the black spear are the strongest. I promise. Still, you want strength. So you need to build up more power than that, huh?

"Yes."

I'm staring at you. “Sword Ghost” gaze. If you're a regular person, you can't stare back. But Setuna, who has been thoroughly mocked and forged by him, is accustomed to such things as Lux.

"At that time, with more power, you could have saved us, you don't even think about it, do you?

"It's..."

"Drop that sweet idea. At that time, no matter how powerful you were, our death was inevitable. Mostly, how do you protect us from the King's capital? Me, Benedict, Farewell, and many others, I had to die then. That's fine. That was destiny."

It's like pushing away, Lux's words.

"Yes, you can break it off"

"It's not that easy to break it off."

Setsuna argued, for the first time. If it's that easy to break it off, I won't suffer until I go to hell, and I'm not supposed to be impressed with my reunion with Lux.

"I wanted to help both my master and everyone. You couldn't do that, so you knew your weakness, so you fled to hell."

"Has he escaped? You're not."

"Huh?"

"Go on, you're falling. You didn't run away."

Lux stared at this one as he stuck Gravestone to the ground.

"You're not such a weak person. You never gave up. You've been trying to cover up any desperate situation. Right now, right?

The look on Lux's face is somewhere sweet.

"I'm trying to be strong. He wants to be strong. I want to be strong, I want to be who I am more than I am right now, and I'm here. Didn't I?"

"... no"

"Right. Right."

To the look of relief, Setsuna didn't feel like she was talking to someone else apart from her usual Lux. Speaking of Lux, because I had the impression that my apprentice was spicy anyway. Doesn't it count enough, for example, that I've been thrown a gentle and soft word like this?

That also means that there was.

And that's also why Setuna didn't escape Lux's overly rigorous workouts.

"That's what you are. I'm a big idiot for giving up badly, being stubborn, not accommodating, and I can't help it. So they followed me to my mess."

Lux scratches the head of his nose to reveal his face.

"At that time, I didn't want to. You were the first one who didn't make a sound out of my mess."

"Huh...?

"I'm an executive of" The Pale Wind, "and they call me" The Sword Ghost. ”There are a lot of people who want guidance. Without being familiar with it, apply the same workouts you have imposed. Then everyone, turn up the sound on the way. Even the good guys did."

Setuna, listening to Lux, was just surprised. That's because I never even heard of it. Sure, from the first workout, it was enough to be too harsh for a regular Setuna, but I never thought it was enough for anyone but Setuna to have turned up the sound. Wishing to be mentored by Lux outside of Setuna should probably be some inflexible mercenary or warrior, all with more forged flesh than Setuna did at the time. Workout enough to make even those people sound better. Shiatsu. Setsuna was not surprised that she endured the shiatsu.

"Without any talent, you're the only one with no strength or experience who didn't turn up the sound. So."

Lux's eyes were smiling calmly.

"I didn't let you go."

"Master..."

"You can still be strong. Even now, it's not far from me. If you catch up with me, you should still be able to get there. Because you're alive."

"Alive..."

"Yes, you're still alive. I'm not the one who died like me and lost everything. So we can move on. I bet you are."

Every word of Lux stabs me in the ear. Stay on your chest. Engraved in memory. I have to carve it up. We should burn it to the brain so we don't forget anything. I think so. Alive.

"And in order for you to move on from here, you have to shoot me. You know what I mean?

"Oh no..."

"I would have done that so far. This is hell."

Lux pulled Gravestone out of his sheath unconstitutionally.

Beyond my corpse.

A body as beautiful as a clear lake surface seemed to reflect Setuna's face.