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

"As mentioned earlier, this terminal and information processing mechanism was created by the celestial genus in unison, where there are numerous spiritual sacrifices. The celestial genus captured the Spirit and squeezed out and used its power until it ran out of life. This is why the power source of these mechanisms is called the Spiritual Son."

Azmaria also gave up operating the terminal and turned to us. Amara resents Maria on her lap.

"Heavenly people... what a thing to say to our countrymen"

"You had some terrible stories..."

"As you can see, this information terminal is running is a testament to the fact that the spiritual child supply agency is moving. No... you spirits restored to the world, so you took in the spiritual child and moved again"

Azmaria sees the metal plates and spheres provided on the table and shifts her gaze to the plates of light that are projected into the void. Looks like he looked around even wider indoors and saw lights pouring down from the ceiling and fantasies of a ceiling globe floating in the center.

"A Spirit is the very life force that is inherently full of everything. In the atmosphere, in the water, in the earth… It is no exaggeration to say that you spirits are biased and form the world. I don't see him, I don't see him in shape."

"Right. So, what's Amara's presence?

"Some spirits have great power. They, also known as the High Spirit and the Great Spirit, are said to take shape at times, to manifest themselves in public, to give revelation and to lend strength. That's Amara."

"Hmm. Absolutely right."

"Heh... Amara was so amazing, wasn't she?

"That's the thing. At first glance, you can't imagine at all."

"What do you mean!

Maria just forgave Amara for disputing Azmaria's argument. I don't even know Amara's rebellion, but I don't understand Azmaria's point at all either. Amara was a girl wearing a grasshopper's crown. It doesn't look like a being called a very high spirited, great spirited, etc. Even when I came to name her Spirit, I couldn't believe it, and it wasn't until some time after I knew her that I realized she was special.

If I hadn't been shown the incredible power of the Spirit, I might not have believed it right now. Because Amara looks like a human being.

"There is no doubt that the resurrection of the Spirit has revived the impetus of this ancient library. The power has gone to the entire library, and the terminal here is working, which proves it."

"I heard that. So, what do you want Amara to do?

"The celestial genus used the Great Spirit for these information processing mechanisms. We figured out how the Great Spirit appeared, and when it appeared, we captured it and used it up scattered. The Great Spirit was then broken down and incorporated into various devices and mechanisms."

"Oh my God... Oh my God...!

Maria also had to agree with the deep anger emotions coming from Amara's trembling body. I feel like the story alone can tell what kind of people the celestial ones were. At least, there is no doubt that Maria and I are completely different people of values and mindsets.

The Great Spirit means the likes of Amara. I had no idea how Maria could do such a cute, harmless existence to those who were just loving and pathetic. Even though I'm just on the side, and just loving it heals my heart and gives me spiritual support. That's all I'm saying, it's going to be a vitality for tomorrow.

What does it mean to disassemble and take it into the machine?

"The device here will also contain the Great Spirit."

"I mean, what are we going to do about it!

"If you're the same big spirits, you can work on them."

"Hmm...?

"I will deal with the total information, but I want you to call on the Great Spirit, who is captured in the device, to help me pull it out. That way, I can get to the information I'm looking for in a shorter time than one of us can do."

"Hmmm..."

"What do you say? You think you can do that?

"I can't."

Amara strained her chest as she jumped off Maria's lap. It would also be an indication of her strong will that her little body seemed bigger than usual.

"We want to help Maria."

"Amara......"

"So do whatever it takes."

Maria couldn't help but be moved by Amara's behavior until she was healthy, and couldn't help wondering if there was anything she could do. But when it comes to what she can do in this ancient library, there is nothing like hitting books written in ancient letters, and I don't see any such books in this hall.

Nature, there will be none but waiting for the results of Azmaria and Amara.

"What, I don't care. Maria, your role is not to gather information here. And then I need your help."

"That's right. That's all Maria needs to see about us!

Amara looked at this one and laughed. Just seeing that full grin made Maria want to laugh off her shallow thoughts. Azmaria is right. One of them is not good at it. I just hope I'm allocating my powers wrong, such as focusing all my efforts on areas I'm not good at. It's the smart human way to think about it so that you can do everything you can in your area of expertise. I leave this place to Azmaria and Amara, and Maria just has to do what she can.

Then just came Maria's turn. Amara asked for Maria's help as a way to move the place. It is also difficult for a small body to travel to another terminal far away. Amara should have plenty of strength, but that's probably where she sweetened Maria out of consideration for giving Maria a role. Maria smiled at Amara's bullying and held her and moved to another terminal.

Putting Amara down on the tabletop, she touched the metal plate on the terminal.

"Sure... I can feel the signs of my compatriots"

"What's wrong with you?

Don't answer my call.

Amara shook her head as she touched the metal plate.

This is what Azmaria said of the celestial genus. Disassembled the captured Great Spirit and took it into the device. In other words, have you shaped and broken down what you have gained into so much that you can no longer retain yourself again? Isn't that why you won't even respond to Amara's call? Maria thought so, but in front of Amara, she couldn't tell. There's nothing insensitive about her, even making her angry with the celestial genus. Amara is an emotional spirit. Anger and pity multiply and inflate. So I didn't know her anger would stay, and any more stimulus could blow her up.

Amara, who exploded her emotions, can't even get her hands on Maria.

"Well... um, there you go."

It was just after Amara told me as if she'd gotten the hang of it. When you wonder if the light has run on the metal plate, the light converges on the sphere nestled in the top of the metal plate, and the light is projected into the void above it. It's the same phenomenon as when Azmaria moved the terminal. The light projected into the void converges in a thin plate-like fashion, with large letters reflected over the plates. Ancient letters.

"Dionflw... Heavenly Brain...?

Without knowing what that ancient language meant, the letters reflected on the plate of light disappeared and turned bright white. Then Azmaria, in a far away seat, comes out loud.

"The Dionflw company was one of those companies that at the time was developing a spiritual child operator. I mean, that string is a testament to the fact that the device here is a Dionflw product."

"Heh..."

"I don't know anything."

I just found out.

"What?"

I creep into some disappointing Amara reaction.

"I also call these information terminals psychic operators. It means you don't know anything about me."

"Nah. After all that greatness... it's not a big deal."

"Oh. It's no big deal. Not at all."

"Mm..."

Amara silenced herself with her bad-looking face, probably because she thought the opportunity had come to make fun of Azmaria because of it, or because she admitted it too lightly and even felt groovy. Amara seems to have a strong heart for a strong opponent, but on the contrary, she doesn't know what to do. I can't help but love Maria.

"... has it been successfully started? Again, the Spirit seems to have an effect on the Spirit surface"

"Uhm. I'll take care of it. I'll help Maria before she does."

"So which one gets Maria's love first, it's a competition"

"Mmm! Maria's not ours! You're unbeatable!

"Huh... I don't know"

"What!

Maria didn't want anything as she stared at Amara being manipulated to be good for Azmaria. As obvious as it is to anyone that Azmaria is not serious, when it comes to it, it can water Amara who is motivated because of it. Amara is motivated by Russia right now, so you just have to leave her alone.

Maria watched as she got serious and faced the plate of light, even as she felt somewhat bad about Amara. I don't know what Amara is doing or how she manipulates the terminal, but countless strings float on the board of light to show her disappearing. At first glance, Amara's whole body was pale and glowing. The power of the Spirit, is it? Then the spreading began to grow from the crown of grasshoppers with their fantastic glow. Even while Maria is surprised, the number of spreads grows, stretches, sprouts from everywhere, enveloping Amara as she blooms. Amara is becoming exactly the incarnation of grasshoppers, but she herself is seriously mingling with a plate of light, with no voicing gaps.

As the strings displayed on the plate of light changed rapidly, reshaped and unfolded in multiple ways, it was as if it were some sort of ritual, and Maria wondered if Amara was fascinated by the plate of light. The crown crawl is not only enveloping Amara's entire body, it is also beginning to erode the desk on which the terminal is installed. The speed at which ancient language strings appear on the plate of light is increasing. I couldn't keep up with Maria's eyes anymore. and that's where the string movement stops.

"It's Maria!

"Become, what!?

"Isn't this it!?

The plate of light that Amara pointed out with her blooming index finger displayed an astonishing display of ancient characters and it took some time, even in Maria, to decipher what that string meant. It's not easy to translate that huge amount of string definitely of dimensions.

And when she understood the meaning of that string, she was holding Amara unconsciously. "It hurts."

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Amara. Glad to hear it..."

"It's okay, if Maria's happy, we're happy too!

Amara had a full grin with all sorts of flowers growing, exactly the kind of flower fairy herself that even appeared in the story, and Maria hugged her again hard, not too much of the overflowing love flavor.