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

The residual light was severing his vision in two.

It was right after Lux pulled Gravestone out of his sheath and uttered the word. The moment his foot stepped on his foot, and away from him, the figure reached such a speed that it could not be captured by Setuna's moving vision, and he cut and dumped Setuna's vision until stunning and early work to show it.

Naturally, the intense pain to awesomeness ran through Setuna's face - no, her entire body from her entire head, and that unimaginable pain instantly smeared Setuna's consciousness into bright white. I know what happened. He was cut to death by the lux who stepped in.

Dead.

Killed.

Such a feeling.

"First, once"

Yet Lux's voice was clearly heard, and Setsuna knew that the pain could disappear in a strange sensation and that she was alive. Touch the face. Without an incision, there's no blood. I didn't see any problems without the pain. It's as if what you just saw and what you just experienced was an illusion. But Lux was swinging his sword out, and there was red blood on Gravestone's body. It's Setuna's blood. That won't go away while I'm watching it, too.

Setsuna saw the sight and understood.

This is a trial.

The third trial Hell imposed on Setuna.

Cain, it's the third trial to follow Wayne. Probably, that's the thing. Fly back at the same time as you grasp. Lux was in front of him, and his daunting eyes caught Setuna and didn't let him go. And there's no way that a lux like that can get me out of hand for Setuna. The moment Setuna's leg left the ground, once again, the pale sword light was running into sight. Then there's the belly. The torso was severed in two, and once again the desperate pain filled Setuna's brain. It's not strange to die from that pain alone, but Setsuna, again, didn't die. Immediately afterwards, the severe pain disappears and the severed torso is back to normal.

"Second time. A third more time."

Lux's third slaughter cut Setuna's neck off without even giving him a respite to distance him. Seeing his sight flush with pain, Setuna felt like she somehow knew what it was like to be what she had been killing unconstitutionally.

Setuna was no different than a regular person against “Sword Ghost” Lux-Vain with a summoning armed Gravestone in his hand. There's no way I can keep up with Lux's speed more than without the aid of a summoning weapon. Even to get the distance, the moment you move your leg, it's tucked away in between luxes. And they'll slaughter you without time to get there.

"Four times."

The fourth death was due to being pierced through the heart.

In response to Lux's offense to the point of mercy and relentlessness, Setsuna couldn't help but think it was Lux. Lux as a master of swordsmanship and combat technology has shown a different harshness than on the battlefield. My fists flew if Setuna was at all alarmed, and getting octopus beaten with a wooden sword was a routine tea meal. Though it was only when I was refraining from the task that I relieved myself, other than that, I crept out so much that I would always half-kill Setuna. That's what Setuna wanted, not Lux. If we don't do that, we won't be able to get to the realm Setuna wants.

Even now, it hasn't arrived.

Stronger.

More disease.

Sharper.

Hope is high everywhere and knows no boundaries.

That's why Lux tried to work out Setsuna thoroughly, and Setsuna tried to respond to Lux's thoughts like that.

Right now, yes.

Being shown the seriousness of “The Sword Ghost” Lux, Setuna's heart was burning up undeniably instead of breaking.

(Yes)

Setuna admitted her heart trembled at Lux's frozen swordsmanship as she was slashed to death in a casual attempt to avoid rolling to her right.

(This is my master)

Glittering, burning eyes look this way. That figure, which abolished any alarm because Setuna is powerless, is hidden because he is called a ghost.

(This is "Sword Ghost” Lux-Vein...!

Lux, among the members of the mercenary regiment "The Pale Wind," was called by only one person in two names, enough to be known throughout the continent. That may have been due in part to the fact that he was a user of summoning arms, but it goes without saying that being a user of genius swordsmanship without summoning arms and being a combatant is the biggest factor. And it was also a convincing story that he became known as the ghost of the sword because of his relentless battle on that battlefield, and from the hostile ones, he looked like a ghost.

"Tenth time. Is it time for things to change?

"The situation."

"If you're a weapon, you have as many as you want."

Setuna became annoyed by the words that Lux had said in advance.

"Whatever it takes around the corner. Just one piece of advice."

Without having to look around, the weapons were innumerable. Countless swords disturbing the wilderness. That's the only way to counter Lux. Summoning weapons cannot be used. Because the black spear broke. I couldn't even call my family. And I've never called any other subpoena armed. There's no guarantee I can call it in. And if using the sword around you is the code of this trial, you may not win it in any other way.

This is hell.

Setsuna doesn't know what's right or wrong.

"All these swords are the souls of what you have killed so far."

"Of what I've been killing...?

"There's no way those people can help you, is there?

"Well..."

I guess so. Setuna went, slit by the hanging of each arm she swung up to Lux. He vomits blood reflexes and dies in severe pain. Twelfth death. The pain disappears instantly, but it doesn't hurt, it doesn't disappear from memory. Memories of being killed are never good aftertastes, and you can't possibly want to go through them, etc. It's been killed more than ten times already. And I keep remembering all that pain. I was already going crazy.

"Then I'm talking about how you're gonna beat me."

Lux stopped the slaughter hand. As he poked the tip of the Gravestone in front of him, he swirled around as he did.

"The answer is simple. Only one of these swords can help you."

"Just one bottle"

"One of them is probably the person you saved with mercy. It's here, and then it seems dead... but at least it doesn't resent you."

"I mean, other than that, he resents me,"

"You bet. There's no reason for the person who killed you to forgive me."

"I know."

That's what I wanted to say, and I didn't go.

Setuna was annoyed as Lux slashed her to death. I know that. And I'm used to it. It's natural, like being resented by one. How many lives have been taken? How pointless have you been to kill me? I have repeatedly killed and destroyed them until they were unnecessary. I hope it made sense there. So much so that Setsuna is not arrogant either. For Gandhia's sake, for Leongando's sake, I guess it would be easier if it cut good, etc., but that couldn't be the case.

It's this hand that's been killing me.

No one else, Setuna herself has taken all her life.

No wonder you resent, hate, or curse.

And I've embraced that until today.

I don't know what you're going to do about it.

But it's not Setuna who feels nothing, being shown thousands or tens of thousands of abominations in the form of swords.

(I...)

Setuna looked around in the wilderness of hell, with countless swords in turmoil as she clenched her fists. Thousands, tens of thousands of swords. Every single one of them is the soul of what Setuna has killed so far. That's how much I would have killed. Especially in the final war, killing countless human beings.

They all look like just swords at first sight. There was no way I could tell just what one hated Setuna and which one was a sword that didn't resent Setuna.

"Now, out of these tens of thousands of swords, find only one sword that will reach me. And let me die."

Lux has told me quietly.

"That's the last trial you've ever had."

Last trial.

Then he snapped Setuna's neck.