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

"I wonder why he hated me so much again."

When Miliu sat back in the chair, he put his arms together and thought about it.

Setuna also settled her hips in her seat so that she could be her, she looked out on the stage without Rem, and then turned her gaze to the diagnostic station. So far, Rem will be facing Dr. Mayuri. Her unwillingness to undergo a medical examination is somewhat incomprehensible. Of course, not entirely. Just a little, given her position, yes.

"Well... I guess I was afraid to recognize my health"

"Why not?

"You forgot what state Rem is in?

Setsuna looked Miliu in the eye and went. She opens her eyes much more.

"Ah..."

"He's... special. It's not normal."

The word does not deny Rem. Instead, Setuna thinks it's a word to affirm.

"So I'm afraid to recognize that. Probably... I'm sure."

But that's why Setuna decided it wasn't good for her either and also ordered her to force her to stay out of the way of that fact. It is unlikely that she will defy her main destiny any more than she values her subordinate relationship with Setuna above all else. That's because it leads to self-denial by herself. That is what overshadows her existential significance from the ground up and ruins her position. Even the value will be returned. That would be unbearable to her.

recognising one's condition and returning one's existential significance.

Which is better, which means I didn't even have to think about it.

While I think I did something a little pathetic, it's also true that I should have let him take it if I thought about the future, and he thought I'd give Rem a good welcome when he got back.

Every time I look at my own nudity, I think of it as a poor minister.

I can't even compare it to the Phalia's. The body of armed summoners, forged like Faria and Miliu, is beautifully polished, strong and supple, and also encloses feminine softness. Even if you can't say it's perfect, you're definitely getting closer to perfect flesh.

Whenever he saw them naked in hot springs and elsewhere, Rem could not forbid his inner heart, his sighs. These days, he has also been utterly defeated by Erina. In physical completeness. As Miliu's apprentice, Elina drills and trains daily. Naturally, the flesh has also been built up and grown to such an extent that it can move impeccably even out on the battlefield. Around two and a half years ago, in the middle of the final war, there was no comparison between what Elina looked like. That would be so. Less than two years after the “Great Destruction", he has undergone thorough training in Lyohan, the main mountain of armed subpoena. She was just a mediocre girl, not to mention enough to count as one of the armed summoners.

Her limbs like that, however, weren't just worked out. It has grown in the last two years or so. Especially arguing that chest swelling was unparalleled before, and that was the object of envy for Rem. Why do emotions that I didn't feel so much for Faria or Miliu only feel for Elina?

I understand.

Faria, Miliu and Sheila boasted flesh already close to completion at the beginning of their encounter, and their claims of abundant breasts were fierce from the beginning. That's why I was able to leave it unconscious from the start. In that regard, Elina is different. I met Elina about five years ago, when she was only about eleven. Elina turned sixteen. Speaking of physical age, it outweighs Rem.

The fact that Rem's body is a poor minister is due in large part to his birth. I was born into a house as poor as it is even difficult to live today. I still think that there is no food of all kinds, and how could it have lived until I was thirteen years old? Household persecution. Not really. They were going to sell it.

And only because the physical age stops when the first thirteen died. And that's what I can't do.

Now that we can connect our lives and live at the beginning of the tentative period, it would be wrong to complain about that. He's dead. It is inevitable that growth will stop there, so to speak. It's just giving life to the body and moving it. It's finished flesh, which is only decaying as it should be. It's impossible to grow further from it.

So no matter how fleshy and sexually appealing the limbs of Faria and Milius were, I didn't even care. If you're that different, you can keep it out of your consciousness.

But how's Elina? When it first happened, it was a girl around eleven. That grew daily, and at last overtook Lem's physical age. Her height has crossed the lem and her body has grown into something far more feminine for Elina.

Honestly, I envied you.

Haven't you been reborn as a reaper, for the first time, envied growing up?

I hate being naked because that's how I have to recognize my own weakness in heart. If you see how poor you are, even if you don't like it, you have to think about it. If I kept growing like that, would my chest have grown a little? Were you able to get a feminine figure and also confuse Setuna?

I think about that.

"What's up? Looks like I've been thinking about it."

"Yes, no... nothing. By the way, how is my health…"

When asked, the goddess in white was silent for a while. In a space surrounded by books. Even though it's just me and the goddess who are there, it's still embarrassing to be without a thread. It's a poor body. I don't know what you'd think if you were as fine as Faria or Miliu, but in a body like this, I didn't want anyone to see you. I don't even want Setuna to see it.

"Do you understand what your flesh is in?

"... to some extent"

Rem quietly affirmed, staring back at the sincere obsession of the Mayuri God.

"I am dead twice."

The first time was about fifteen years ago. It was a cold winter night. It was about being sold for money and being taken by a man on the road. Trafficking in human beings. Among the poor in Gibelle, it is never rare. What fate awaits ahead of the sale, according to the buyer. You may have reached the whorehouse, or you may have become a slave. Alternatively, they may have made him the subject of a surgical procedure.

External methods eradicated in Gandia, but were also studied in Gibelle. Most importantly, I have never heard of foreign law research in Gibelle that has borne fruit.

Either way, when it comes to whether it was more than a difficult day to even live that day, there is no denying the possibility that the future awaited me that I had to question, and at that time, I guess I was lucky to have slipped my leg to death.

Because I met Craig Zem-Midnas, Reaper Zero.

He found despair in the Rem. By dividing the mask-of-dispair abilities that make despair the root of power, he spun the raw of the provisional beginning and resurrected Rem as Reaper. The birth of Reaper No. Rem Wau-Marlow was also the death of Rem Marlow. At that time, Lem-Marlowe did die.

Rem Wau-Marlow continued to exist as an isolated being from the past called Rem Marlow. I was able to build a family-like relationship with the Reapers. That was the warmth that Rem-Marlow never had in his life. It was only natural from that background that she would consider Rem-Marrow and Rem-Wau-Marrow as separate.

And he continued to be used by Craig Zem-Midnas and killed.

Second death.

It was time to deceive someone who was beginning to forgive his heart. You can call it a natural reward.

It was just sad, painful, hard, unforgivable. More than anyone else, I still remember that I could not forgive myself for having to be used.

There is no resentment that far against Craig Zem-Midnas. Without him, she wouldn't have met anyone with family warmth or trust.

Life as the Reaper was never bad either.

Even if there was only a darkness of despair.