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

After seeing how well the departure preparations were going, Setuna and the others headed to the battle palace in the aerial capital, as planned.

From the foothills of the Lyov Mountains to the aerial capital, it is not a distance to go flying. I don't know, I'm not going to travel on an ark loading loads, and climbing mountain roads slowly is too much of a waste of time. Mount Lyov is steep, and the summit of the mountain is as far as heaven is concerned. At the top of the mountain, in the aerial capital and the foothills of Mountain Gate Street, the altitude difference is tremendous.

Even the path through the mountain road and through the mountain city takes less than a few hours if you use a horse. Normally, horses and carriages are used when the general public, officials, etc. move around the residential area of Lyohan. Still, it takes a few hours, so I think it's a waste, purely because the day is set for departure.

It's a waste of time.

I wanted to reduce the time it took to travel even for a second.

Then I didn't want the idea to be able to increase the number of days I would stay in Lyohan. You've already stayed too long. It is, of course, such a number of days that if we had initially planned to travel north from Areutheras towards the tunnel, we would not have even reached Lyohan yet. With that in mind, there are no problems with spending some more time in Lyohan.

But Setsuna served her purpose.

It brings me to the idea that we should do more to fulfil our commitments to the Imperial Army than to meet the Phalia and ensure their safety. Rigford and Nina and others, if it's one of the Western Empires, should want to solve the problem as quickly as possible, and they should be fighting for every second of it, too. Setsuna doesn't have the idea that if she's only happy, that's fine.

Besides, if you finish everything, you can come back to Lyohan again. At that time, it should be possible to walk around Mount Lyov on a day when the sun is slow.

Until then, I wanted to focus on moving forward.

I had to.

Setuna has power. The power is immense and immense. What is powerful is responsible for what is powerful. I have a responsibility. It was Fairling Zan-Kluce, the XIII Knight Commander, who tried to fulfill that heavy responsibility, and would be the quon just before the “Great Destruction”. They tried to save this world with the mighty power that dwelled in it. I tried to protect it. As a result, the world was destroyed, but it is no exaggeration to say that because they fulfilled their duty, the world is able to retain its prototype and live a single man.

Half of the thirteen knights died, and Quon was also drunk at the root of his destruction.

But Quong was alive. He stood in front of Setuna as commander of the Divine Army in an unusual way.

Since the “Great Destruction”, the world has been filled with gods.

Signs of chaos and doom in the world, the cause of which, let us say, lies in the gods. And it is the Divine Army, where many of the gods belong, that is the biggest factor.

Quon becomes an enemy.

It is distressing to have to fight him, who should have saved the world, but there was no doubt that he was going to fight more than he was a commander of the Divine Army. Except for the story if the Divine Army switches hearts here and devotes every once in a while, but that's not going to happen. The Divine Army says it continues its acts of aggression around the world.

The purpose of the Divine Army is unknown.

We know what the true hope of the gods belonging to the Divine Army is. They want a return, a return to the world where they are meant to be, is their true wish, and for this reason the resurrection of the Holy King is essential. Because the summons can only be returned to the summoner. For that reason a ritual called the Final War was carried out, but the ritual ended in failure when the Quons made that sacrifice.

The resurrection of the Holy King did not.

But if the gods give up everything, they don't. Otherwise, there's no way to build an army or anything.

Isn't the Divine Army going to set the prerequisites for the ritual of the resurrection of the Holy Emperor by once again ruling the world?

Setsuna stares at it that way. And stopping that divine army prospect is by far the biggest goal.

To that end, we must leave Lyohan as soon as possible and solve the problems of the Empire.

So instead of traveling by carriage on the mountain path, he decided to fly in the sky and go for the summit. Either way, use the ability of the Mail-of-Doers to fly.

"The sky can fly freely too, so you're cowardly."

"Really."

Properly hammered, Milyu's elongated index finger devoured Setuna's left cheek. When I look, she's holding me in both arms of Setuna, swelling my cheeks. I'm holding Miliu back because she wasn't, not Setsuna's hobby. Most of all, it's more stable to hold her with both arms than to carry her, and I'm pretty sure it's a lot safer to have her within sight.

Rem has to take command of loading and luggage placement for a while now, and Gain will help with that, so he stays on the scene.

"All lies"

"What?"

"You don't even think about it."

"Huh?"

"You don't think you're cowardly. That power."

"... um"

Setuna frowned and turned away from Miliu. It is far from the summit of Mount Lyov, which stands high beneath the clear sky. It's still cold to hunch the spring coming, and I have to realise that when I'm flying through the sky. Is that such a place as the northern earth? The lower temperatures are not comparable to those of Benoagard, the northern tip of the small group of nations.

Even with the arrival of spring, the season is said to be extremely short and even shorter in summer.

Winter accounts for the majority of the time.

Still, there are four seasons, so this world is strange.

With that in mind, he sees the spring-tipped mountain skins, the growing trees, and ascends to the sky. A mountain so huge and beautiful that it rushes through heaven. It is also a convincing scenario to be called Miyama and Spiritual Peak. The ruins built at its apex. The city is also mysterious and fantastic.

No, this world itself is surrounded by mystery and fantasy.

"Heh heh, Setuna is true, you don't change"

"Where?

"May be anything"

"Should I have changed?

"You didn't say a word about that."

Miliu comes to comfort me. It was a soft voice.

"I haven't changed, so I can go back to who I really am."

"My true self..."

"Yeah. This is me. It's me as Miliu-Levaire. I can't help it, I'm who I really am."

"Right. Lai Lai"

"Yeah."

Miliu put Setuna's left hand against his ear holding his own shoulder. The trick reminds me of the symptoms that annoy her. So listen.

"Hey, Miliu."

"What?"

"In your head, are you a jerk?

Of course, that's not like she's retarded or anything. Not that much I don't know, Miliu, but she looked a little troubled. And I'm smiling.

"Hey... as long as I'm doing this, I'm fine"

"Like this?

"As long as Setuna's holding me tight"

"Right."

Setuna nodded quietly, hugging her just a little harder.

Now it's a good time, I say. Because the pulse you hear from the hand you put on her ear is scratching off the murmur in her head. There have been such explanations before. I mean, does that also mean that if it isn't, the state of things going on in her head that's not a mess for her?

Miliu was the descendant of Levia, one of the six Holy Emperors, and heir to the curse inscribed on his “blood”. However, what Miliu inherited was not “blood” but “knowledge", knowledge. If you inherited “blood," you could have become immortal, but you didn't. I don't know if I should be happy that I didn't have to. but “blood” and “knowledge," if she were both heirs, the anguish she would have had would have been even greater, so it would have been good to just have had one. Even “Know" is tormenting her.

The immense amount of knowledge, memory that has been handed down from Levia, is the voice, it becomes a murmur and keeps ringing in my head, he said. The knowledge brought about by those voices, which can also be called screams from the past, gave Miliu much power over himself. All thanks to the “knowledge” inherited from Levia, Miliu established the use of pseudo-magic with Laversoul. But at the same time she had to continue to suffer. The constant screaming from the past says it tears her consciousness apart, hurts her self, and makes her lose sight of herself. If the voices of the past continue to grow louder, sooner or later they will lose sight of themselves and become just monsters seeking a place to die, she said.

And at that time, I even want you to kill me at Setuna's hands.

Setsuna didn't answer.

If you respond, if you promise, you will have to fulfill it.

Whatever the reason, there was no way I could have killed her or anything.

Like I couldn't kill Sheila.

"I like you... from the bottom of my heart, I love you"

Listening to Miliu's words of love, Setsuna admitted that there was nothing she could do to make her love smell better.

"Even if it turns out to be a monster, I don't want to lose that feeling."

You can't be a monster.

Setuna looked her in the eye and told her. Blue eyes. Clear as ever, the color of the sky was reflected.

"I won't let you."

"Setuna......"

"I promise."

Promises are meant to protect.

If you're not prepared to let them do anything for you, it's not something you should talk about cheaply.

This is the case within the values of Setuna, and I do not believe that all human beings have this way of thinking. But that's what Setsuna thinks.

"You know, when I become a monster, I'm gonna have to take responsibility."

"That's why you can't."

"Responsibility, you don't want to take it?

That's not what I meant.

"Then take responsibility"

"Huh?"

"You made me mean it."

"Seriously."

"Faria, me, and Rem, they all make me happy."

Naturally, she went.

Setuna nodded quietly as she pushed through the chilling atmosphere.

Making everyone happy.

That's the least I can do for myself.