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

Up to the hill of purpose, it was an easy one.

From time to time, although it took a lot of work to recheck the terrain, that was only enough to count, too. Memory isn't so bad. It's just that sometimes it's only a moment before you can see the terrain, and it's hard to fully grasp everything and keep flying. For this reason, it becomes necessary to double-check. If you make a mistake, you're upside down on the Dark Land.

When it comes to why Setuna is flying and moving over walls, there are holes all over the ground, from big holes to small holes, full of traps, and to avoid and move all those obstacles, it is far more efficient to fly and move over walls to direct what goes above ground to traps. It goes without saying that it would be more efficient to proceed on the ground if a trap were set up to the top of the wall. But it's not. If we were to travel on the ground, we would have had to repeat the repatriation and summons more times than on the wall.

On that point, it was good on the wall. All you have to do is check and grasp the location of the wall. All you have to do is squeeze your courage and fly around in the dark. In the unlikely event that it falls to the ground, it is only a matter of jumping on board, as it did in the beginning.

This means that Setuna had no problems whatsoever on the road to the hill. There was nothing like a single failed flight to the scaffolding. Though it took time to stop and carry out the deportation and summons, the result was that Setsuna did not suffer any injuries and went to the hill.

(To the extent of preparatory exercises…)

Nevertheless, there was no rest between the trials of Lance of Designer and this trial. Though the mourning woman praised her for breaking through the trials, she chose the next one without any particular emotion, even though words that were not too caged in her heart could not have echoed into Setuna's chest. And it's the Rod of Envy trials that started. I mean, my body is warm.

When I got down to the hill hem, there was no obstacle whatsoever to the rest. That's what I've been checking so many times since I got here. We're aiming for the top of the hill. I hope I reached the hill, but I got caught up in the trap I was waiting for, then, it's not even a joke.

There was nothing more in the giant hills that suddenly appeared on the pitch-black earth than could be imagined from the terrain full of obstacles until then. It doesn't have walls, it doesn't have holes. There's no such thing as a pop-up trick or a pit being planted. Nothing. You just have to go straight to the top of the hill. That way, we can reach a destination that Rod of Envy himself has recognized.

to his place.

Setuna, reaffirming the terrain of the hill by the luminescence phenomenon caused by the summons, ran up the hill while its terrain became a remnant and floated in sight sinking into darkness. The physical enhancement of having a subpoena weapon in his hand also helped greatly as he flew over the wall, but also played a role in running up to the top of the hill at once.

Setuna then sent back the black sword as he reached the top of the hill and re-summoned it several times today. I wouldn't have imagined that the Black Sword would be so terrible, too. Summoning armed is willing. For this reason, Setuna could even be stopped depending on the character of the black sword, but fortunately no rejection or bad emotions flowed in from the black sword pattern. They are cooperative to the point of being healthy.

I've been wondering during this trial if we should also name this black sword. Naming is a ritual that deepens the bond between the subpoena and the contractor, and is essential in drawing on the power of the subpoena.

Nevertheless, now there was no time to think carefully, Setuna narrowed her eyes, trying to burn to memory the object that had risen in front of her in the light that had occurred at the time of the summons. It was a black-painted rectangular object, shaped to look so disastrous and ominous.

(Is that a coffin...?

From a glance it seemed that way. And when I think about it, I can't think of anything else. Black coffin. rested on a black hill in the dark world. That would be disturbing no matter what you think. But hell itself is a disturbing place, so not if you're stopping your hand at that.

Setuna continued her investigation, although in the darkness she touched the object by hand exploration and was for a moment surprised by its chillness. The material is not wood, it looks like stone. I guess it's a kind of coffin called a sarcophagus. It is unclear whether it is painted black or originally made of black stone. Eventually, confirm the division with the lid covering the sarcophagus. Sticking his finger in there, he pressed his strength as he was lifting, lifting lightly, Setuna rather bewildered. Because it was light enough not to be an anticipation, and what a trick I had in mind was something I was waiting for, because I looked like an idiot.

Setuna stopped moving as she shifted the top lid of the sarcophagus sideways, trying to peek into the coffin. There's something inside. From the moment I shifted the sarcophagus lid, the nostalgic smell was tickling my nostrils. I can't say in words what I miss, but it was a smell that made me nostalgic and sentimental anyway.

Odor is often an inspiration to awaken memory. I guess it's because of the memory and smell attached to it, but Setsuna became stiff the moment she remembered what that smell was. Various occasions run through the back of the brain. I miss love, passing days. Always had a girlfriend next to him. She often wore the scent of flowers.

I mean, it's the incense of perfume she loved...

Setuna cast a spell in a position where she could see inside the coffin when she returned the black sword silently.

"Armed Summoning"

The whole body of Setuna emits light at the same time as the armed summons is activated. Explosive luminescence phenomena burn the contents of the coffin in the retina of Setuna at that moment.

It is the figure of Faria-Aslalia sleeping in a disastrous sarcophagus.

That was the moment I recognized it.

(I want to sleep. I want to dream. Those days. I've been dreaming about those nostalgic, happy days... forever... I want to see them...)

Hearing voices, Setuna's consciousness, swallowed by darkness. When I realized that was the trial of Rod of Envy, it was too late.

He fitted in during Rod of Envy's operation.

It was raining.

Is it to envelop and comfort one who dwells in grief that he continues to descend without stopping under a leaded sky? Or to increase ridicule, pain?

The battle is over. When the battle is over, winners and losers are born. But if the winner gets it all, it doesn't. Winners can also make the necessary sacrifices to finally win. There is no sacrifice, no price, and there is no such thing as what keeps winning.

Time, money, personnel, supplies - it depends on how much you could have paid for them and how efficiently you could have operated.

Equivalent exchange.

Victory was a sacrifice, and that was something everyone understood. It's been repeated many times. I've survived dozens of battlefields. I've fought hundreds of battles over and over. You've seen thousands of corpses on your side, and you've stepped over tens of thousands of enemy corpses.

Even he knew.

One day, I knew, as much as that was not strange when that time came.

"How could you...! How could you...!

Crying sounds like scratching out the sound of rain. Strong, deep. I pierce my tympanic membrane, try to pierce my heart, and it stains.

"Why does Faria have to die!?

When Miliu screamed, he noticed himself staring at the wreckage of a woman housed in a sarcophagus. Faria is dead. In the battle ahead, I lost my life. Because the enemy was strong. And because I was a detour. There is no other reason for her to lose her life.

"While Setuna is here, why!?

I heard the sound of disappointment as I strayed from Miliu's sloth, which stared at me like I blamed him.

Everything was starting to break, and I've been pretending not to notice it - it came on.

When he understood everything, he looked up to heaven, knowing that he was helpless and foolish.

Where, I wonder if I made a mistake.

The rain doesn't tell me anything.

It just goes into his eyes and mouth and flows off.