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

It was the door next to it that Setuna, who broke through the trials of Lance of Designer, then opened.

Hearing so much as to be congratulated by the mourning woman for breaking through the first trial, the immediate opening of the door to the next is no more than a heartfelt desire to finish this final trial as soon as possible and return to this world. I'm in hell, for trials, for self-training.

Not to go to hell or anything.

As soon as the door was opened, a space transfer occurred so that it was sucked into the door. Same as during the Lance of Designer trials. The door seemed better to interpret it as connected to a different space from that tower. Maybe it's not even in hell.

When I realized, I was in the dark.

There is gravity, there is ground. Standing on that ground. I can't feel the irrationality like the first trial so far. The first trial was one that was suddenly plunged into a sea of filth and a series of struggles with desperate intense pain, but with that in mind, I can't help but think that there are so many gentle things, such as the darkness of ignorance that I can't see anything about.

Darkness.

Everywhere there was only darkness.

Whether you look up at heaven or down at the earth, where you look around you, nothing changes. A certain darkness. An unknown dark space. There is no light or anything else, and therefore I am not even able to see who I am. Bring your hands in front of me, I can't see anything. I have a feeling about my hands and feet. When I covered my face with my hands, I could only feel the feeling. The nerves go through and the five senses function normally. There is no light. So I don't see anything. Nothing is so visible to the eye that it is driven by anxiety that it is as if only vision is not functioning.

"This is the trial...?

I can't help but think that there was nothing more of a trial than looking around and walking out on guard or seeing anything. Regardless, sometimes it's not just a trial that jumps in and starts early, but isn't that too much?

(Yes. This is the trial...)

He stood up to the voice that suddenly rang in his head. It was the boy's voice. I remember hearing that a long time ago. When the families gathered in the narrow space between the dream and the present, they did hear the voice. A voice that only seems to be lazy and inert.

(I think it would be an extremely easy trial for you to break through the Lance of Designer trials...)

The LORD of voices, who even yawns, has told me so much about the trial and about Setuna.

Setuna looks around in search of the Lord of the Voice, but still cannot find something in the darkness of ignorance. There is no such thing as getting used to the dark eye.

No matter how profitable the night may be, it is equal to nothing in the darkness of ignorance. Night darkness is not total darkness. As long as there is light somewhere, darkness becomes imperfect and recognizable. In that regard, this unknown darkness, that's not how it could have been. No matter how much time passes, no matter how hard you stare, there's not much change in the situation.

"Find you in this darkness, so what?

Setuna, questionably speaking. There is no better way to communicate your intentions than to speak out in your mouth than not being able to mindfully converse like the Lord of your voice. Then, after all, my voice echoed in my head.

(Well, that... I mean, that's really just it...)

Anyway, even spinning words seemed like a hundred million bucks, even the voice of a boy with such signs seemed to make me want to sleep just listening. And I finally remember. The Lord of Voices is Rod of Envy. Speaking of which, Rod of Envy looked like a sleepy boy. In retrospect, the Black Spear families were full of personalized faces. Among other things, it is the mail-of-doer that impresses me, but Rod of Envy was also, if I recall, distinctive. However, it would be proof that memories around there are obscured around the area that I can't think of in the daze.

What happened in the middle of a dream is unclear.

(If you... you've survived the Lance of Designer trials... you'll be done soon...)

Rod of Envy tells me that he actually slept. Is it due to the goodness of one of Setuna that I remember the awkwardness as if I had pushed him by mistake where he was sleeping?

(Yeah...... that's fine...... Let's get this over with...?

And so on, it was a rod of envy that came yawning mix, but Setsuna, there were things that came to mind, flashed.

(Maybe... even bothering to utter words)

So isn't that why you're talking directly into your head?

(Discuss)

Setuna was just stunned by the voice that accidentally sounded in her brain.

"Maybe you'll hear it by ear!?

(Yeah......)

When Setsuna shouted too loudly in surprise, he admitted, softly. Setsuna was nothing for that too light.

(Because... I'm sleepy...)

"Oh... is that so?"

I didn't know you had any words to give back. Exactly. That's what they admit. This one, too, has no words to deny. I'm not convinced. I can only recognize that this is the personality of a family member named Rod of Envy, and that he is like him.

Sigh, shake your head. In the first place, the same goes for their families, but Setsuna doesn't know anything about the truth because she made a black spear. It would be foolish to expect anything you don't know on your own, and mourn being betrayed on your own. I don't want to be such a fool.

(So... let's just finish the trial...? If you let me finish, I can sleep again...)

"You want to sleep so much..."

(Because it's my job to sleep...)

"Such a job......"

He shook his head, hoping to envy him by accident. I reconsider that I'm stupid for thinking I envy you even for a moment. There is usually no other reason to be happy about devouring inebriation than because you are trying so hard to survive. If you keep sleeping, isn't that hell?

"I'm sorry."

Then there was a while. The silence was felt for a very long time, as were the unknown dark pressures that surrounded it. It could be about a few seconds, a few dozen seconds. However, Setuna's sense of body was several to dozens of times that length. Perhaps this dark space, where no sound even exists, is driving Setuna's five senses crazy. And I can imagine that that would be part of the trial.

(... Well... you're a hard worker... you...?

"I don't mean to..."

I had the feeling that Rod of Envy's words were not making fun of Setuna, but that he had honestly told me what he thought. No malice, rather, there seems to be an emotion close to favor. The word "hard-working shop" is used in history. I don't know what you're going to do. I don't know, Setsuna thought Rod of Envy might be the one who could tell the story. Tell.

"Reality is more fun."

(... best we can think of that...)

"... maybe"

I'm not going to deny his idea.

Sure, there are a lot of hard things to do in reality. In fact, Setuna went to hell trying to escape the spiciness of reality. There will be sesame seeds, such as people who despair of reality more than Setuna and escape into their dreams. But still, Setuna thought she had to break through this dreamy hell trial and end her dreams like hell. That's how it regresses to reality.

Only in reality, to be thankful.

(well... anyway... good luck...)

Whatever it is anyway, Rod of Envy has gone so far as to understand Setuna's mood.

(Good luck... looking for me... let me dream...)

He gave a few yawns.

(Please...)

Setsuna was nothing short of stunned by the anomaly of being begged for an early solution to what should be said even with the examiner of this trial. Even though all the distinctive faces are remembered when it comes to Black Spear's family, is there a limit to it?

In that sense, Lance of Designer may still have been a decent category. He should have put all his energy into trying Setuna.

In that regard, how about Rod of Envy?

He wants to devour his sleep, but he wants to find himself quickly.

Though, I don't seem to venture into a lethargy where I am by speaking out.

(I mean... you said you had trouble talking...)

I wanted to raise my voice to see if I was going to settle in there after all, but I enjoyed it a lot.

Draining strength in vain in the darkness without light is nothing but foolishness.