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

I had a dream.

It was probably a very nostalgic dream. For some reason I was overflowing with tears and couldn't stop. I even feel like I was crying. No, it's not my fault. I was crying and screaming. My emotions were shaken violently by the sights, appearances and memories of a distant hometown, a day I can no longer return to, a day I miss far away.

Clear blue sky. Far away sun. The sun is strong, but never sharp. Warm, serene. It must have been spring. Riverside road. The cherry trees were bright in my eyes, and I remember shaking around.

Memory.

Yes, that's a memory.

Memories of a distant past that I can no longer recall now. Memories that should have been enclosed at some point. Memories. Why? How could it have been sealed? I can't think of it. I know I was sealing it, but I couldn't think of any reason why I was sealing it.

The wind blew and the cherry blossom petals danced. I have myself dancing in it, I have a mother, there's another, someone else. Look at this one, laughing happily with my mother. He's laughing at me. That makes me happy and unnecessary. I remember. No, I remember.

Father.

Father's memory.

Of a father who died at an early age...

The first thing that jumped into my sight was a blurred vision. Gradually the focus is set and the shape of the luxurious ceiling of the thin bright room becomes clear. Luxury, I had the impression because it was a ceiling with intricate and elaborate finishes. It was obvious from seeing that it was not a common room in the house. A comfortable bedroom must also be a luxury item.

What kind of luxury home is it? Blurry and thinking about that,

"Your consciousness has returned, Master."

"Rem......"

If I turned my face in the direction of my voice, Rem was sitting in the chair back in his usual outfit. He's a so-called made-up clothing guy, based on black, which is something she uses a lot to show her position and role. She had an unchanging grin on her face, but that smile was engraved with deep joy. He seemed pleased with Setuna's awakening. Once again, I realize.

"... hmm? That mouthful sounds like you've been asleep for a long time, huh?

"Yes, your husband has been asleep for eleven days."

"Eleven days..."

Unexpectedly repulsive and flattering.

"I'm oversleeping"

"Not at all..."

"But there are also His Majesty's words that the hero who saved the Unified Empire from the predicament of survival should have that much rest, and neither of us was forced to wake up, depending on the fact that your master was waiting to wake up"

"Thankful story..."

Ironic or nothing. So I looked up at the ceiling. Fatigue has been removed. Health and mental strength are recovering near perfection. I guess that's why I was able to wake up, and my consciousness was gradually becoming clearer. He also starts to turn his head.

"So, Neewe... is His Majesty Hein already in politics?"

"Yes, that's all there is to it, so it sounds like you have a tough time handling it after the war"

"Well I guess so......"

With a smudge and a nod, I thought about the future of the Kneeweheins Imperial Summit. It's not just post-war processing. It will also be difficult to govern and run a united empire. Nevertheless, the possibility of aggression from the North has been crushed. Naria is doomed in a way, and imperial territory is no longer targeted. We can focus on governing the southern continent, so we may say that it has become a little.

"That's right. If I don't report to you..."

Rem, when he took his seat, as he remembered, bowed to Setuna and left the room with a sleaze. I guess I went to tell the Phalia and the others about Setuna's awakening.

Setsuna was left alone.

When he woke up, he learned that he was in a room too big to sleep alone and smiled bitterly. I'm sure Niewehein arranged it for me, but I couldn't help but wonder how much of a hero the Redemption would treat me like it wasn't too much. Of course, I was happy with that feeling, and I'm honestly going to take it.

Slowly, exhale.

"Alive"

I'm alive.

My father, he's dead.

A long time ago.

It was when Setsuna was very young.

I don't remember why. After all, it's enclosed in the depths of my memory, and I can't even remember it in memory. I don't even know why I sealed it up. I just remember breaking up with my father and living with my mother ever since.

Why, by now, have you remembered that?

I know why.

A black man floated behind Setuna's brain. The man who showed up just before destroying Naria and absorbed Naria. That figure, very similar to Setuna and Niewehein, overlapped perfectly close to my father in memory. It was as if my father had appeared in front of me then. At that time, I couldn't recall being stubborn because the seal of memory was so strong that without a long sleep it would not have been unraveled. And a long sleep weakened and revived the seal of memory.

As if to warn Setuna.

"Who are you..."

Setuna asked the man floating behind her brain. There is no way that the unhuman, divine man is Setuna's father. That is an unquestionable fact. Setuna's father is dead. There was also a funeral and a grave. I also visited the grave. Those memories followed and disappeared in the back of my brain. I'm not a real father. Something, but nothing, is just God posing as Setuna's father. If you had the power of God, you wouldn't be as creative as changing your appearance, and it's as easy as playing human. And when it comes to getting into a human society, we don't even know what a human being looks like.

If you have any questions, why are you looking like Setsuna's father?

Nor did it show up in front of Setuna and try to insist on it. What's the point, is it a meaningless play, just to mock Setuna, did you transform on the spot?

When I was touring an unanswered thought like that, a tremendous noise also sounded from outside the room. It is easy to imagine the cause of the sound of the whole building shaking so violently. It would be Milius and the others. Rem has been informed of Setuna's awakening and is on his way here at full speed.

Setuna turned her gaze to the door when she scratched off about God, who looked like her father. When the luxurious double-open doors worthy of the size of the room were opened so as to be dynamic and bouncing, who would have jumped first was Urk, and her acceleration seemed to have nothing more than a glimmer of Milius and Elina.

"Setuna!

"Hey... that's sloppy!? Urk!?"

"Sister Urk, shrug!

"You're not sloppy or anything..."

"No, but I don't think that's a good idea."

"That's right..."

"I wonder..."

"Lord Faria doesn't know what a maiden looks like."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... Master Setsuna has just regained consciousness, and I was wondering if it would be too much fuss..."

That said, it was Mireille who tried to intercede everyone, and it was not until a while later that Setsuna was able to confirm it, such as all of her companions on the Wolknakt, who had dived through the big door as they pushed each other. Because Urk, who made the most of the exercise performance of the Demon Crystal doll to secure the sleeping side at the fastest possible speed, hugged Setsuna with the best of his momentum and was dangerously embraced with all his strength by the body performance of the Demon Crystal doll, nearly losing consciousness in the midst of severe pain.

If Setuna screamed at Urk's embrace, which she forgot to add or subtract, everyone gathered on the spot, starting with Miliu, made a fuss, probably refraining from outside the room, so much so that even the soldiers of the escort jumped indoors.

Setuna felt the real feeling of living in her nostalgic pain and was swept away by emotions she was not sure if she should be happy or crying.