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

"I am Reaper. A mere existence that was provisionally given its first life by your husband's ability to summon armed masks of disperse. Therefore, there is no need to look into the health condition…"

Rem leaned over, feeling the power in the goddess' straight gaze.

This life is the third. Twice, dead. For the first time, he slipped his leg, punched his head and lost his life. Meaningless, dead in vain. The second time, to betray what was beginning to forgive my mind, to be betrayed by what I believed, to be truncated, to die. To Craig Zem-Midnas, the Lems, the Reapers, etc. were just puppet puppets. It was only a means to fulfill one's purpose, and for that reason it was a existence that could be used flatly and truncated. It's not like it wasn't worth it. Rather, the value of its use as a means should have been more than just a soldier. But that's all. Nothing more, nothing less. The words Craig had addressed to the Lems, the compassion and the mercy, were all just like adjusting the puppet's manipulation thread so that it could not be broken. There was no real love or trust there. I guess I didn't even understand that, simply because I didn't know those things. I was ignorant. I didn't even know my true love. At the beginning of the tentative, I sought warmth in my family, and assumed and believed that it was something I had love for there.

And I tried to get into it, and it kept being used.

No, it's not like they got in or anything.

It has only been used ever since I accepted my life as a reaper, tentatively early on.

For Craig Zem-Midnas, that was natural. And that's not a mistake. Think in his shoes, it was natural. Resentful or hateful of there is also a lot of difference. They should have vanished from the world without even knowing family love full of deception, such as Rem.

I could even get that picked up at the beginning of the tentative.

The days of Reaper Troops were never bad. At least, the majority of who form themselves today were created by the Reapers. Denying Craig means denying even the days of the Reaper Troops, which also leads to denying yourself.

So she doesn't deny the second raw either.

But again, no matter how you scratch it, the most important thing is afterwards.

after being used as a tool and disposed of by Craig.

Rem got a third raw.

Once again, Setsuna, who he was supposed to have hunted down, gave him his first life provisionally. It's unexpected. I didn't even want it. He picked up Rem's life, despite being resented and hated and doing what was natural. Maybe it was sympathy. Maybe it was pity. Mercy or kindness, which may have been something different from affection.

But Rem felt love there.

And I believed it.

It was no longer ignorant. Though full of deception, I learned of the forms of affection and various emotions in my family. I touched on the fact that something called happiness exists. I also understood betrayal. Those Reaper Troop-era experiences led her to trust Setuna.

Then for a few years, I lived as his servant.

False life. Tentative early raw. Existence as fiction. Maybe everything is an illusion. Maybe he's just living and moving the way he wants. Whether or not you are even willing to be there is unstable. I even feel like being itself is not stable. No, I'm sure I'm here. I can raise my voice when I'm there. However, before the fact that this life is not real, everything may be blurred.

So I don't want to be seen by a goddess. I don't want to be touched. I don't want them to know.

No, you're not.

I don't want to know.

The truth about yourself.

I don't want to be stuck with the truth that it's a false life.

"I don't know, it's Lem. You're just supplied with life by Setuna."

"... Yes"

"You must manage the flesh itself and the health itself. It's your own problem that you get unhealthy or that you get some kind of disease. Setuna has nothing to do with it there. Whether Setsuna gets sick or suffers from some disease, it's none of your business."

Mayuri God has explained with kindness that parents can forgive their children. Rem felt like waking up, listening to what the goddess had to say. You're absolutely right. The goddess was right. Yes, Rem, indeed, was only supplied with life by Setuna, and was not even in sync with Setuna to his physical condition. Setuna's ill health had nothing to do with Rem.

No matter how tired and worn Setuna may be, Rem himself is often even better.

"You are only given life by Setuna. Surely you have died twice, and each time you have been resurrected by the ability of Mask of Dispair. But do you realize that there is a clear difference between the first and the second time?

The goddess looked at this one with a merciful eye. Lem is also lost in his mercy. How can this goddess in front of you turn such kindness to such a humble being as yourself? How can you be as radiant as hope is for you? In that doubt, only the voice of the goddess echoes in my head.

"The first time was a resurrection to manipulate you, to rule. The second time, it was a resurrection to bring you back."

I heard a heart sound.

It brings back memories. In the dark black world, Rem got a third raw. Why, then, could Rem have trusted him? Why, could I have thought it was different from Craig's? That's because I didn't feel compelled by his connection to life.

"You should know that. Even for Setuna."

"... Dear Mayuri..."

"And that's why we need to look into your health as well"

"Rem. Your growth has certainly stopped. but your time is not stopping. He's alive. If all your time has stopped completely, you can't think, think, want, move. I guess so. You're alive. Live, be there. It's not the first raw."

"Not the first raw..."

Rem snapped to rebut the word of the Mayuri God. It was a word that affirmed her existence, something she would not stop looking for. That's why I also have doubts. Mayuri is a goddess of hope. Isn't Mayuri just using Rem's hope as a word? Such suspicions, however, disappear with dew if you look into the eyes of Mayuri God. It was a straight, sincere obsession. There is no slight sway there either. It shines in dazzle.

"That's right, Rem. Your life, strictly speaking, exists there."

"But... I..."

"As long as Setuna is alive, she will rise again and again. I know that's not surprising to you... but think about it in the first place. From whom is your life supplied?"

"My lord..."

"That's right. You must understand. As long as Setsuna dies, as long as Setsuna's life does not end, so will your life. You can call yourself Setuna's Shadow. It's a shadow close to a life called Setuna. As long as the light shines on Setuna, so does your shadow. Therefore you will die. Undoomed."

The Goddess explains it, which was clear to Rem as well. Rem has been dying many times since his resurrection by Setuna. No, I'm under attack that wouldn't be strange if I were supposed to die. Sometimes he was torn in two or attacked like a splash. But he didn't die. With the pain of death, there was no such thing as a blowout of consciousness, he instantly resurrected and continued to be there. I'm pretty sure that fact has confused Lem.

This is, is this life really your own or not?

I have to ask that question.

"But that doesn't prove your life is a fiction. Because you're not Setuna."

"It's..."

"You, you. Rem. Like Setuna is Setuna."

To the powerful words of the goddess Mayuri, Rem felt his heart tremble.

"So strain your chest. Tighten your chest and let it live. That's what I owe Setsuna."

"Payback to Setuna......"

Put your hands on your chest. That's what I've been thinking ever since I got this third life. That's what you can call her driving force. It was only with that in mind that I became his servant and continued to work sincerely for him. Grace. It's not the only thing that gave me a third raw. It's a reward for the happiness of being able to live with him.

Setsuna was a person who would love her.

Craig and I are different.

"Yes!"

Rem nodded forcefully.

Let's continue, as long as we have life, to do it to him. Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it. As baffling as he is, lovingly.

That's who I am.

It's like Lem's life.