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

I wonder how much time has passed since the battle against Lance of Designer began.

Initially, the hair, skin and clothes that remained wet in the sewage had been cut dry, and the irritant odor and the different sensations in the mouth had disappeared no longer completely. Setuna's movement is gradually getting better, partly because of it. Water wet clothes stick to your body and blunt your movements. It would be a mistake to scold Lance of Designer for cowardice just because he started the fight in that state.

This is the realm of Lance of Design.

I mean, it's an enemy land.

Whatever the circumstances in which the battle began, there is no more to complain about than getting into enemy territory. Not to mention that Setuna is going to take the keys away from him to meet his Lord from now on. It was only natural that every means should be taken to try to inhibit it. The mourning woman wanted to be deprived of her keys, etc., but that's not really the case. The truth would be that the Six Families were given the keys as a necessary test to get to the top floor. That's why they're doing everything they can to protect the keys.

"Not yet, not enough"

I've been looking at this one as Lance of Designer twirls the big black spear. If there is no disturbance in breathing, there is no appearance of sweating. You say you're fighting for hours, no, dozens of hours, hundreds of hours, but at this rate. It's nothing but stupidity to wait for your opponent to get tired and wear out, because you're not human, and this is not the reality, and even if your opponent gets exhausted, then Setsuna must be so exhausted that she can't hold the sword in her hand better.

"To this extent, that's not enough yet, Setuna-Kamiya"

Stop the spear you were spinning and quietly stick your cuttoe to your feet. From not making it slight on top of that, there was enough room for the fact that it was in battle to be also sumptuous.

Setsuna didn't feel like she was being kind of provoked. Setuna says she's always giving her all, but she doesn't look like she's working at all on her opponent. The matter is beginning to lead to a rush. Black straight swords do have a high defensive ability and are as rare as the strength of the weapon itself. But then you can only continue to attack the opponent, and you can't go on offense. It may also be natural for the other person to show extra time.

"Your lord's desire, to this extent, is not good. The only defense against my attack is the landscape your lord wants. It's not the world you want. What does your lord want? What does your lord want? Why are you here?"

"- To be strong."

Setsuna meant it with all her heart. But Lance of Designer shook its brilliant face to the side.

"That would be a means. I'm asking for purpose."

If you ask me, it could indeed be.

Setsuna wants power. But Setuna herself knows best that getting maximum and strongest power is not the ultimate goal. It is the use of that power that can be called purpose.

"Your lord wants power for what?"

"How does that relate to the fight against you? It doesn't matter."

Somehow, I say it back.

"No. That's not good. Oh, not good. I am the righteousness of desire. Just like Lance of Designer said. Therefore, we must ask your lord's desires. And know that's the key to getting through this trial."

"Keys..."

"Yes, the key."

Lance of Designer put her right hand away from the spear and hit her in the chest. One unscathed black coat is proof that Setuna's attack has not reached him in any way.

"As it is now, your lord will continue to fight for infinitely longer here without even being able to scratch one on me. You're going to stay in this soul prison forever. That doesn't make sense. Your lord's thoughts are not on the soil."

Lance of Designer's words seem like a clue to lead this battle to victory, but I can't imagine what to do. Setuna can't understand what he wants, what he wants, and why he's wearing it expensive.

"Come on, let go. Unleash your lord's desires. And entertain me."

"Is that what this is about?"

Setuna put up her sword in an aggressive manner.

"That's my desire, Hence!

"You're the one who paints greed!

"I should have said it! That I am the righteousness of desire! I will use any means to satisfy my desires! If your lord can't let go of his desires, I'll help him."

I couldn't even capture Lance of Designer's movements because he finally did his best. So far, it hasn't been anything serious. With a straight black sword in his hand, he was prevented from attacking, even though he couldn't resist, in short, because his opponent was out of hand. That fact was shocking to Setuna, and hopeless. And at the next moment, Setuna was attacked by further despair.

"Gu-ha."

A shock through his chest makes a gold-cut noise with severe pain, tearing his entire body apart while spinning at super high speeds. It was painful and awesome in doing so, so much so that in an instant the consciousness was about to burn out, but Setsuna had to see the sight of her body splattering to the end, unacceptable even to lose consciousness. The high-speed rotation of Lance of Designer tore his torso to a thousand, severing his arms from both shoulders and tearing his elbows to the tip as well. Hips, too. When he realized why he was seeing the scene where his legs and legs were just chopped up, because his head had been severed from his torso first, Setsuna felt something indescribable.

When I wondered if the tip of the rotating spear pierced the torso and pierced the ground, its rotating speed accelerated further. The dust rises from the earth like a blast of smoke, and the ground sounds. The flash burns his sight and the roar slaps his ear. The earth is broken, and the foul water filled with stench is blown up from directly beneath Setuna's body. All the ground destroyed in bullshit and all the parts of Setuna's body are swallowed up in a sea of sewage. And the head. The irritant smell should have stung my nasal cavity, but it didn't smell anything. With all the senses bullshit crazy, it would mean nothing.

As Setsuna sank into the sea, I thought to myself that I had to fill my stomach with dirty water that came into my mouth.

Black fouling water smears my vision, and I don't know anything.

However, I could only understand that I could not do anything like this and sink deep into the sea floor.

(Keep it up...... keep sinking?

This is hell.

A world that diverged from the real world, no wonder what happened. Therefore, no matter how fatally Setuna is wounded, he will recover to his place, and he will not die if he is killed. Everything's back on track. If so, it's not weird right now, right or back on track, but apparently it won't this time.

This is hell. It's a world that diverges from reality, it's no wonder what happens. And vice versa, again. It is also possible to maintain a life-threatening wound without restoring it, or to keep it alive while it is supposed to be dead.

Therefore the consciousness of Setuna must feel the despair of sinking into the bottom of the sea of sewage.

(Are you saying that you keep sinking into the bottom of this sea of sewage, with nothing to gain and nothing to do?

He opened his eyes, but in the sea of sewage it was darker and nothing remained invisible. No, I'm even suspicious if my eyes are functioning properly before then. This fouling water is enough to make you feel awesome pain just by touching your eyes and you can't even open your eyes for a while. Keeping my eyes open meant that I kept touching so much dirty water, and it was likely that it was no longer functioning properly.

Besides, his whole body was chopped up in pieces and thrown into the sea.

to the bottom of an unpleasant sea of sewage that is blackened and full of stench.

That shows the depth of Setuna's desire, so there's no word to give it back.

(Desire......)

Lance of Designer said.

Unleash your desires.

(My desire...)

What Setuna wants and wants.

Setuna herself knew best about what the hell that was.

Power is just a means to that end.

(Faria)

The first thing that came to mind was the face of one of my loved ones. Then Miliu, Rem, Sheila, Erina, Ragna, Urk and various faces float in the back of his brain. Of course, not all women. Leongand's face floated, as did Ruufa, Ayn and Esq's. And when countless faces filled the back of his brain, Setsuna understood almost perfectly what Lance of Designer was saying.

(Right. What a deep greed I am)

I was so frightened myself.

(I want the happiness of every person involved in me)

It's also shallow and deeply uninvolved, so there are things that Lance of Design would only appreciate. Certainly no one could be more greedy. I wonder if it's blacker and dirty, but I can't even accept it that way depending on the way I look at it, so maybe I can't help it.

With that in mind, I also felt that I could love this sea of sewage more or less.

(So if it's sinking in here, then it's not!

When he shouted with no one, Setuna saw the light. I saw hope on the other side of the flash that burned into my brain's marrow.

(I'll make this desire come true!

Yes, I swear.

I took an oath.

Therefore Setuna returned.

Above the world as it should be.