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

Setuna took evasive action against the myriad tentacles that became a runoff of intent to kill and push. Wings are feathered and jumped out with all their might. The cloudy tentacles try to draw various tracks and chase them to Setuna with high pitches enough to split their ears. But at speed, Setsuna is far above us. I can't catch up.

"What are you doing, Setsuna?"

"You'll see, I'm avoiding it"

"Cut it off, it'll be that easy"

"I can, though."

"The pain is dead. Nothing to worry about."

"Not so!

Setuna shook her head to pretend she didn't know, even though she understood what Niewehein wanted to do. I can tell without thinking about it. I can imagine why he hasn't listened, as much as why he has squeezed the consciousness he has painstakingly stopped connecting, or finally regained with his thoughts, and has spoken to Setuna. His previous interactions, history and bonds to this moment today with him are reminiscent.

He feared more than anything that he would dehumanize. I must have lived a sleepless day at night, fearful of the possibility of becoming a monster and hurting one of my surroundings - especially my beloved Nina and her neighbors.

Setuna was able to wait for the day to come, believing that Maria and the others would establish a cure for albinism. Because I'm not a party. If you're not a victim of albinism, you don't have a victim in you. I wish I had believed in Maria and the others. I should have believed that Maria and Amara would necessarily establish a cure for albinism and kept waiting. But he's not. He is a party who developed albinism and a person whose body part had already begun to transform. Moreover, there is the fact that the site of albinism, once rampant, was attacked by Setuna. It was only natural that he would suffer.

And he was turning into a god. A monster poisoned, deprived of humanity and transformed by the divine authority of Naria. I guess it's because of his right half, as he says, that he can keep himself hard. Should we think that the alienated right half protected his self?

"I'm glad you think of me. There will be more important things than that."

"Niewe."

"If we don't fight Naria here, if we don't fight her, the world could perish."

"If you take Naria, you will die."

I don't mind.

"Niewe!"

"I mean it. It's not a joke or anything."

Niewehein doesn't laugh. Just on the right side of his face like a black demon, he says.

"I... No, I'm the Emperor of the Unified Zaion Empire. My life is for the imperial subjects. If the order of the empire, the peace of the empire, the peace of the empire is to be promised, it is as cheap as dying for it"

"But then what happens to Mr. Nina!?

"To Nina, it's bad on my sister, but I just have to ask her to be patient. It's for the Empire, it's for the people. I was born ready to be the human pillar of the Zaion royal family."

"You can admit that!

Without anger, Setuna exclaimed. Screaming won't stop the pursuit of the whitening site. A bunch of white tentacles pushing like turbulence. It's easy to beat it off. If it doesn't affect Niewehein, it shouldn't matter, but if I did, I feared that it would become a statement of intent. If it's for a purpose, will it make it clear to the world that it doesn't mind killing Niewehein? That's not where Setuna wants it.

"Don't speak my mind, Setsuna."

"What is my fault!?

"That's what you're saying."

Kneewehein shakes his head quietly. I guess it's true that only the right half hears what it says. His left half didn't seem to move as he thought. The way you shake your head is too forceful, or too much.

"You want everything too much. Complete victory. Perfect ending. There are few sacrifices, and much to gain. I guess that's what you want. It must be a form of victory for this battle. But in reality, that's impossible. There are already many sacrifices, countless. A number of promising armed summoners died. Old and young lost their lives. Happy endings no longer exist. And more importantly, if you hold me, there will be more sacrifices. Not even this hour."

"... I want it deep down. Millions of the best in the world."

"I don't know."

He spread his wings as he threw up. Every time a black wing strikes a feather, it sprinkles its wings, and countless wings dance to colour his surroundings. His left arm, which continues to rampage independently of his will, and his right half, which moves to his will, were extremely symmetrical. The fact that the left half of the body, like an angel, is so much scarier, doesn't seem odd to me, but I guess it's more right than not being willing to call the monster of God an angel or something like that. Your right eye shines. Kneewehein has an attack means that automatically tracks the subject captured with the demonic eye of his right eye.

That's the black feather.

The bullets on the blades, unleashed simultaneously, have killed Setuna from the opposite side of the tentacles blasting through the sky. Setsuna, who had fled, was surrounded by countless black feather bullets and numerous white tentacles. I'm not talking about pinching. Niewehein's attack was looming from all around, in all directions and angles. Kneewehein is far away. Then there is no problem. Do not get involved.

"Prepare yourself."

It's settled, all the time.

Tell him, Setuna activated the power of the black spear. They unleashed a force in the black spear toward the entire perimeter. Setuna's ability to call it an all-around attack, the moment it was activated, triggered an explosion of force. The force, however, flashed and diffused spherically, destroying and burning down Setuna's encircled feather bullets and tentacles. The drain of mental power is intense and an unusable means of attack, but it is excellent as a remedy in case of siege and distress.

In fact, when the exploding light went out, there were no tentacles or feather bullets left around him. Seeing Niwahein's left arm floating far ahead quietly restored, it almost blew his left arm off, though.

I have no choice.

This is a statement of determination.

"Finally, huh"

"What?"

"Have you finally decided to kill me?"

"Chicken."

"What?"

Kneewehein makes a surprising voice. It's more like expressing your emotions with your voice than you can change your expression dramatically.

"I will not kill you. Is it something that kills me? Who would admit to killing you, making Nina unhappy, and that's okay?"

"Sacrifice in battle is hard. That's how you know it."

"I know. You know too much."

Setuna affirmed, staring into Niewehein's eyes. Exactly. In order to win the fight, we need to make sacrifices. There is no such thing as a battle without sacrifice. In other words, if there is no sacrifice to be made, if there is no blood to be shed, it will not develop into a battle. The battle has begun, which means blood will flow. I know that. I know too much, I know. I've seen it many times. I have practiced it many times. This is what I've been through.

"So you don't like it!

"No more... don't pinch the waste"

"Whatever it takes, I'll let you through. My way, my way!

"Are you..."

It is not my fault that there sounded somewhere happy in the corner of Kneewehein's voice that he could not say anything. However, pity is also mixed. His emotions are understandable.

Things haven't changed at all. Instead of being better, it is rather following a path of deterioration. Kneewehein's left half is still moving to attack Setuna, and he can't contain it. I don't even know how long his consciousness will remain. What happens if you keep it?

And more importantly, it means we can't destroy Naria any more than we decided not to kill Niewehein.