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

The battle was a moment.

Setsuna, just flew straight. Big blow from a leap like slipping through low altitudes. Naturally, Lux responds. I was completely out of line with Setuna's movements. Seeing the sword placed on the great upper part of Setuna, he turned himself to the right. Grave stones rolled out by very quick motion carve pale residual light into the void. The fat muscle of divine speed. Setuna, however, was not cut off. He takes the slaughter of the horizontal giraffe in the belly of his sword and tries to twist it down to the side as it is. But with strength, you can't win. With the degree of physical ability raised by the War Dragon Crying Method, it is impossible to exceed the physical ability of Lux. I know that too. Draw the sword without defying it and let it cut the sky with the sword of Lux. Exactly at that moment, a gap was created in Lux. Setuna poked the cutting edge of the sword with her full weight on with a sharp breath. On the dovetail of Lux. Gravestone flashes. Beautiful sword light. What sounds is a clash, and what scatters is a spark. Beautiful, brightly colored flash. And respond. While I was struck by Gravestone, my sword didn't break, let alone hit Setuna.

I mean, by chance, the sword you're still holding was the right wave.

"Fate seems to have taken your side at the end."

Lux told me as he distorted the edge of his mouth. Setuna's protruding cutting-edge sword stuck brilliantly into his dovetail and the blood was telling him he was full of himself. I'm trembling. Lux's body is not. Setuna's hand, her arm, was trembling violently in an explosive emotional twist all over her body. Inspiration and joy, shock and surprise. Various emotions mix in and blow away the fatigue that was surrounding Setuna's entire body.

The sword has arrived.

Thousands or tens of thousands of attempts, the blade that never even plundered, finally arrived. It can also be reached by Setuna on her own merits. By no means did Lux get out of my hand, which is that I can tell by the satisfied look on Lux's face somewhere.

"And... it arrived...!

"Oh, it arrived. Brilliant."

With Lux's right hand away from Gravestone, he touched the sword's body unwrought. At that moment, I saw his fingertips disappear to melt, and neither Lux himself, nor Setuna herself, could hide the surprise. Lux looked at his melted and disappeared fingertips as he stopped his hand trying to get closer to the sword. From his fingertips, which didn't even look like he was burning red, the smoke was rising. If you look closely, the same smoke was rising from the pigeon-tailed wound, and Setuna hastily pulled out her sword.

There was a big hole in the pigeon tail of Lux. It's such a hole that you can even see the landscape behind him. I don't know if there is any pain or not, I don't know from Lux's reaction. But he also looks convinced.

"I see. The trial is over. You know what?"

"What do you mean…"

"That's what you're talking about, you know."

"I don't know!

"Why, I'm not sure. You're an idiot."

"Though it's stupid!

"What are you reopening?"

Lux gave me that look, like he was dealing with a wasted child. Calm, gentle expression. I had to assume that it was a reaction by Lux and others, and Setuna was annoyed by an unspeakable emotion. The time for goodbye is near. That's how I see it.

The trial is over.

This means that the time has come for separation from the illusory Lux created by the trials.

"Damn, this is why we can't leave you alone."

"Yes?"

"That you're too stupid."

"Ugh..."

"What are you taking seriously? Really, don't be considerate first."

Lux stabbed Gravestone to the ground. You don't have to fight the sword in your hand anymore, but you act like one. Setuna kind of remembered how lonely she was. It was also an emotion that had gradually swelled up behind the joy of gushing with explosive momentum from the moment of its victory over Lux. I can't watch Lux's face.

"If I lived, I could have kept him tight... fate seems to be something I haven't been able to do so well"

"Master..."

"I'm dead. To protect them. That's okay. Like I said before, I'm satisfied. Those guys are alive. That's too much. It's just gone."

So, Lux saw this one. A cool look with no concern whatsoever. There is no such thing as a genius swordsman feared to be a "sword ghost”.

"Do you mean me..."

"I'm worried about you, but what, there are extra people around you to make up for your retardation. Even if I'm not on it, it's a mess, right?

"I'm not a jerk."

"... be selfish"

Lux seemed to understand what Setuna wanted to do. Close your eyes, and poke your forehead small with your left index finger.

"You know what I mean. You are."

"What..."

"You can live without me. You have one to support you. For one of them, you've been diving through this hell of a trial. Right?

"... Yes"

I couldn't argue with the fact that I was looking at it with a strong temperament.

"Then all you have to do is stick your chest up and go back to this world. That's how you survive for one of them. That's your mission."

"Mission…"

"I... couldn't protect him"

"Huh...?

"You know we're married."

"Mr. Benedict..."

"Oh."

Lux nods.

Benedict-Fitline, a female mercenary who was the leader of Red Wings, a mercenary group that signed a contract with Gandhia as well as the mercenary group Pale Wind, is married to Lux at the end of the final war, and the two are husband and wife. Setuna's failure to celebrate her marriage as a disciple of Lux was heartbreaking. Those two marriages didn't last long. The final war was because they easily swallowed up the fortress of Balsar, where the two stayed.

Thinking about it, I still have a chest.

I wonder if it would have worked out if I had the power - and the thought denied to me by Lux goes by. I know. No matter how strong the black spear is, there's no way we can protect everything. I know that. Still, it would have to be a human being. That's why I went to hell. I went to hell and came up with the idea of working out again. To never feel that regret again. Never again, to repeat the same mistake.

"I'm grateful to you. I made it through marrying her because I was able to disciple you and learn the importance of making contact and interacting with one person. I wouldn't have thought I'd respond to her love if I'd stuck in a narrow world called" The Pale Wind. "

"Master..."

"It was fun watching you swing around. I didn't think I was bad like that. I cut it off and threw it away so much that I felt sorry for myself."

Listening to Lux's monologue, Setuna found out that he had indeed changed dramatically. If it is indeed the old, lux as it was when we met, it is hard to imagine applying to Benedict for marriage. Old Lux had a verse where he was extremely reluctant to have connections with others. Like he said, a relationship is enough to complete in the "pale wind". Should I be saddened that it is at the end of my life that he began to seek connections other than "The Pale Wind"? Or should I be happy?

Though Lux himself is not grieved, but rather pleased. Whether that's even true or not, it's not what I found out.

"You don't have to repeat the same thing as me. Protect me, if you love me."

"Yes!"

"Good reply."

Lux grinned. Just seeing that smile made Setuna feel saved.

"You're an idiot, an idiot, a stubborn man who can't help it, but I didn't hate you."

And it warms my heart to such a word from my master.

"Come on, go. Go and protect one of your loved ones. And when you're done with your mission, you can go to hell then. But when we meet again, we're decades away. It's a promise."

That means don't die soon, I guess.

"Yes!"

Setuna replied forcefully, staring into Lux's eyes.

"Master, be stronger by then. I'm getting stronger!

"Ha, no... well, when you're going to hell, you're going to be king of hell."

"Is the Sword Ghost the King of Hell?"

"You're hilarious. There's no one better suited to the king than me."

"But then maybe it's easier to understand."

"Sure... it'll save you the trouble of looking for me"

"Yes."

"Ha, I think I'll really think about it"

"Never."

Setuna went so far as to hold back a joke about Lux.

"Kill Lux-Vain, king of hell, and I will be king of hell."

"That's what happened. All right, that's good."

Lux made a mistake. A wild grin somewhere reminiscent of Sigurd would be proof that Lux is probably under his influence.

"At that rate, come and play your part in this world!

"Ha!"

That became the word of farewell.

When the wind blows, the landscape of hell changes.

The wilderness, where tens of thousands of swords stood, disappeared, and stood on a hill descending upon a pillar of light. Setuna was often dazzled by events that seemed as if she had been dreaming until now.

The aftertaste is nothing.