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

The war casualties of the Third Lyohan Defense Battle rose to three hundred, and their remains were to be buried in the joint cemetery of the aerial capital.

At that time, the solace ceremony of the war dead was performed in the name of the goddess of war, Faria-Aslalia, in which numerous Lyohan citizens participated, tears and whimpers were said to have been leaked. At that time, the three hundred men who died for Lyohan were to become guardian heroes and take their names to the end of the many Lyohan spirits. Doing so will comfort the spirit of the dead, and will reassure the hearts of those left behind, I guess.

Miliu looked at the ceiling blurry as he heard from Elina and Asura who attended the ceremony such a story. There is no longer any emotion in the ceiling I am used to seeing. There's so much emptiness in the stone ceiling.

After that battle, she couldn't stay up properly and even kept falling asleep. That would be the case, too. Armed summons was used, and pseudo-summons magic was used on it. The wear was tremendous and the recoil was extremely high. It is so miraculous that life did not have a separate letter, but it is also due to the price offered. As a result, I was to lose some of my memory, but I had no discomfort whatsoever when it came to no longer having unnecessary memories.

In the first place, it's not my memory.

A bunch of memories that someone else, someone else, has piled up. I just offered you some of that.

For Levia, for his descendants, for Miliu, he is someone else with blood connections. Just because I inherited my memories by curse, I didn't have any thoughts for Levia or his descendants. Instead, whenever their memories echo in their brains, they feel like they're hearing numerous curses and they're disgusted. If even one such abyss of curse can disappear and be lost, it's more of a hail.

Important memories are not lost.

Many memories with everyone, including Setuna. That's all I won't give you. If that's enough to give you, you'd better give me your life.

Most importantly, in view of the immense amount of memory I inherited, I would not be in a situation where I would have to offer my own memory, and I would not have had any problems in that respect, having used pseudo-summoning magic several times in the future.

If there's a problem, it's more about your own spiritual strength.

A series of pseudo-magic and pseudo-summoning magic are draining and burdensome. Five days after the war, staying asleep is the first time, but it will be significant that both it and this tried to summon a powerful and incomparable existence. In the battle against the Spirit of Naria, he did not summon the very existence of another world, but the power. As a result, the burden was low and the recoil modest. but this time, because the situation meant the situation, it could not be shaped, but it called for the largest presence that could summon the status quo from different worlds.

As a result, Miliu ran out of most of his power, fines and roots. enough to hang around for a few days with recoil.

"Master...... are you a fighter?

I guess Elina gave me a peek at the anxious look because Miliu had been asleep for five days and so on, and so on.

"... yeah, it's totally getting better now. Thanks to Elina."

Miliu grinned brightly back and shook the disciple's hand. The feel of her thin, soft hands indicates that she is not in the kind of workout that wields her gains.

That was Miliu's policy. Miliu wasn't even thinking about letting Erina fight on the front lines or anything, and that's why he decided to make her his apprentice. If anyone but Miliu had apprenticed her, she must have been placed in her talents and tried to nurture her as a powerful summoning armed user.

He has a rare talent for using armed subpoenas in just a few years. Assuming she nurtured herself as a user of a subpoena armed specializing in combat skills, she would be able to become more than a Miliu or Faria combatant. But that's not what anyone around us wants, including Miliu.

Both Milene, Elina's mother, and Faria, Elina's best friend, and Setuna were even sceptical about her learning armed summoning. I admitted it in a way that defeats Elina's enthusiasm, but without swallowing conditions such as not being a user of summoning arms for direct combat, absolutely obeying what Miliu, the master, said, Miliu was not going to make her a disciple either.

As for Elina, she seemed willing to do whatever subpoena she wanted if she could help Setuna, so she swallowed all the conditions and became a disciple of Miliu.

Holding her hand like that, Miliu fell asleep several times that day.

I've been sleeping ever since the battle ended.

That seems to be the same for Setuna.

Then at least I'd like to have the same dream as Setsuna, but the reality was that it didn't even go so well.

Ruufa was in the wind.

In the midst of a deathly battle with Remillion, the wild winds are no longer present, returning to a mild winter climate. The sky was clear, clear to the far other side. It's a pale, slippery sky. The skies of the world have changed since the “Great Destruction”. But the altered sky is more beautiful, and therefore he, looking up to the sky, beckons.

The wind flows.

As if I could see through his mind, loose, soft.

Remillion is dead.

Lightly, it vanished quickly.

No marks, no aftertaste, don't allow any sentiments.

Ruufa couldn't do anything.

If I could not see that death, I could not settle it with this hand.

No, I should have done it. I had that chance. The only unique opportunity. The “nucleus” of the Remillion was in my hand. You could have destroyed it just by putting your strength into it. So I could kill Remillion. I could have ended all of Remillion.

All about Ronan.

Ronan's life.

Ronan's -.

"What are you doing here?

To the question inadvertently thrown from behind, he looked back quietly, not knowing what to answer.

It's at the foot of Mount Lyov. But he is in a somewhat open place in the southeast, not in Yamagata Street.

The aerial city of Lyohan is still on the ground. It was possible to fly out of the sky at any time, but he said he would wait on the ground until the post-war process was complete.

Five days have passed since the battle, and post-war processing should have almost ended, and I have to wonder if there is anything else but a reason. Most of all, because I can do this, I wasn't dissatisfied with him.

It was the guiding Gloria-Ourelia who stood ahead of me when I turned around. She is as beautiful as the use of God, who descended from heaven, wrapping around the Mayr Kelvim. In fact, he must have appeared before him as the use of the goddess of war.

"I was building a grave."

"Grave...?

Gloria gave a strange look.

"If it's the tomb of a war victim, it's in a joint cemetery..."

"My brother's."

"... oh"

In a word, she seemed to have guessed.

"Remillion... he was your brother."

"No, my brother is Ronan. Ronan, there's only one person."

Tell him, put his gaze back. The tombstone was never huge, not noticeable, but was not intended to make it noticeable, and I thought this was fine.

"There's no way my brother has a monster called the Lion Remillion."

That's why he was building Ronan's grave.

Without Ronan's body there, it's not like the artifact is asleep. Nothing, it's an empty grave. When asked if it made sense to create such an empty tomb, he was impoverished by the response, but the master did not come to anything.

Ruufa turned to Gloria as she prayed to Ronan's grave.

The wind is blowing.

Calm down.

And loosely.