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

(Where... where is this place)

When I woke up, the first thing I thought was that.

Ceilings, floors, walls, all in a space covered with complete white, one imprisoned. Not narrow. Rather, broad. You can say it's too big. At least, it was too big a waste to keep one locked up. I just can't fully grasp the breadth of it. Because the floors, walls and ceilings are white, and you don't know the boundaries. It doesn't even look like it's going on anywhere, and it looks like the breadth there. In any case, however, it is undoubtedly too large a space to keep one human in custody.

Besides,

It's a space of nothing.

That's what Setsuna felt when she looked around. Nothing. I don't know if I should call it a prisoner - but it should be okay to have a bedroom or so that I made it into a room to keep it locked up. But Setuna was put to sleep on a bright white floor where nothing was placed, and sleep was never pleasant. Regardless, I'm not asking you to take into account. Until I thought that whatever the reason for your detention, you might be treated too badly.

(I... what happened?

Wake up your torso and sit back down.

My whole body, my savings hurt. That and this is because I left it to my anger to ramble around. We used too much force as a result of the rampage in a fully armed state. Its depletion and recoil appear throughout the body. Physical and mental depletion has not recovered, which would mean that you have been asleep for a short time, but what does it mean, nevertheless, to dream like that only at times like this?

(Anger)

Anger is a source of power, he said.

You're absolutely right.

The flames of anger, which also scorch the soul, caused Setuna to draw unprecedented power and evolve a fully armed state into a further phase. But as a result of losing sight of myself through anger and forgetting me, I cannot accept that I have fallen into a desperate predicament. This doesn't matter how much life you have.

It's no surprise they're killing you.

(Anger......)

I can hold my fist and put my strength into it. Anger is still smoking in the depths of my heart. One day the flame that scorched me will probably continue to smoke without disappearing for the rest of my life. And then, at a mundane moment, it sprays up like I remember, burning my life. If that happens, it will only be troublesome for me to stop applying it myself.

Again, check the situation you are in.

The kind of situation where you say you're left in a white space with nothing. If you're not stripped of your body, you're not in custody. My mouth has never been sealed so that I can't cast a spell, and I could almost call it freedom. If you summon a black spear, for example, and activate a space transfer, you will be able to escape immediately. That's about it, there's no freedom whatsoever.

(What are you gonna do?)

And I don't even have to question it.

It would undoubtedly be Leongand's intention to leave Setuna in this space first. I can't think of anything else. Who besides Leongando will set free the hostiles who did all that damage to Nea Gandhia? Leongand is probably stepping on the idea that Setsuna will never be his enemy. So he thinks there's nothing wrong with being free.

The covenant of the once exchanged monarch is still alive in him.

No, it's not just in him.

Among Setuna, his thoughts on Leongando are breathing strongly, and that's why he just has to hold his head.

(What am I supposed to do? How do I...)

The cause of the distress is that man.

Person named Leongando Raegnus-Gandia. What makes Nea Gandia ruler and names the Lion God Emperor. Its overwhelming power was certainly what the kings of the gods deserved.

(That is... His Majesty Leongand. that's for sure)

Something is playing Leongando Ray-Gandhia, I'm not saying no. That's all I can be sure of. As he said, he died, he must have come back. That is why I am here and reign as king of the gods. He also rules the gods and conquers the world.

dreams, he said.

Continuation of dreams.

Continuation of the dream of unity of small groups of nations.

Is that world unity?

Is that why you came back to life and became one?

"You woke up early."

Setuna also revealed her vigilance at the unexpected sound of her voice and the signs of her appearance. Turn around, there was a man of whiteness that blended into the white world. A white shield depicting bright white hair, white skin, white armor and true circles held dear. Only the eyes hold a bright light. Quon-Kamiya. No, should I say Vishtal?

He was alone. It was a good vibe for just one person to sneak into the space where Setsuna was.

"Though I thought I'd talk to Sleep Princess."

"Don't make me sick."

If I told him cold, he smiled, somewhere happy. The look perfectly matches that of Quon in the depths of memory. The fact invited Setuna's sentiments. And remember the upset. Why do you have to be so sentimental about Quon?

I was never close to him. Getting into his asylum was a bitter choice, and there were no more open days than the six months he was gone. I've never been happier to be reunited in this world. However, it was also true that the build-up from it dramatically changed my feelings for him, and I am certain that I had extraordinary thoughts about the fact that Quon saved the world from annihilation.

"Good, I can hear the slack."

"... Huh? You're selling fights."

"No... I'm really relieved. You stay where you are."

"... what do you want?"

As Setuna pointed his mouth, he became a serious face. That alone would make you feel like a clean breeze, because his appearance is as beautiful as an angel.

"I would have met His Majesty face to face"

"... oh"

Understand what he wants and narrow his eyes.

"So I thought," I don't know. "

"Yes, because you seemed blind to His Majesty."

"... blind faith, that's not it"

"What do you think? That's what you looked like."

"Stay on your own. The bond between me and His Majesty wasn't like that."

Setuna turned away from him and put her arms around him. I felt like I was being ridiculed for my relationship with Leongand and it was heartfelt unpleasant. There could certainly have been such a side to it. For Setsuna, Leongando is the one who has found himself and the one who has given him a place.

It was the light I found in another world without stopping by.

As long as I was illuminated by that light, I thought I could overcome any ordeal, and I actually did. I believed in Leongand and I fought through it.

That and this, though, is a Gandhian story.

"Then what did you think when you saw Your Majesty now?

"Your Majesty now...?

"There must have been a definite bond between you and His Majesty, wasn't there? Then you will know what His Majesty is like now."

"What do you want, just now?"

Setsuna stared at Quong. He looks at this one with an extremely serious face. Straight knob. It's so clear that I don't even like to gaze at it, and that creates extra confusion. He hasn't changed a bit. Before I became an apostle, and there is one purity there that hasn't changed.

"I mean, what the hell are you? I thought you were dead."

When asked, he gave a face like he had been poked in the void.

"... you surprised me"

"Am I?"

I knew we were dead.

"... when I was leaning on Benoa, I asked."

"Oh... well. To the thirteenth knights, you see."

What made him look painful was, I'm sure, remorse for having to involve the thirteen knights.

"That's right, we're dead. All the White Shields, including me, the thirteen knights, including His Excellency the Commander of the Fairling Regiment, and the Griffs, the Sixth General of the Holy King, are also dead. But I have no regrets. At that time, that was the best. I had no choice but to save the world."

Quon said with a confident look.

I had no regrets there.