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

Tears tell Ruufa's cheek.

"... I don't blame anyone."

Setuna opened her mouth and conveyed her thoughts at last.

"Ronan's your only brother, isn't he? There is no such thing as a man who can kill his flesh parents. When it comes to warring nation turmoil, not everyone is contending with their flesh parents, and how many people can have their real family, their brothers in their hands. Not if you're ready."

When it comes to being able to kill your parents and brothers if you are determined or prepared, it is not so. It's not a big deal, such as killing flesh parents or putting them in your hands. It's not about interrogation.

That's what Miliu once was. I hated my real father from the bottom of my heart, sharpened that blade only to kill him, peeked at the opportunity, and tried to move to execution. But I couldn't. Neither could Faria have had the enemy that made her look like her mother. Everyone does. It's not easy to get a real family in your hands.

When, warring country turmoil. The age when parents and brothers split into enemy allies and wage a struggle to wash blood with blood. Still, not all human beings are fighting with such consciousness, and in fact, it was not in this era that bloodlines competed in themselves, in so many instances.

Ruufa, in particular, was not an exaggeration to say that he was drowning Ronan. Ronan's naiveté burns his hands, scolds him especially badly, and even if he can be embarrassed, it's a reversal of love, so to speak. Because I love you, I was watching out for and advising Ronan. As my brother, I watched my brother closely.

Given the depth of that affection, it's impotent to stop hands at that moment.

And I can't even complain about being hit with the anger and resentment of being killed in front of me. I don't even mean to. Just accept, admit it.

"'Cause I let the captain get my hands dirty, I am"

"... my hand is already bloody"

Setsuna realized that she didn't know what to look like while smiling bitterly and would look indescribable. This hand is so bloody that I can't see the color of my skin. Of course, in reality I could clearly see the palms of my hands, and even my fingerprints firmly show the blood vessels. But it is also true that it is bloodstained. I couldn't count how many lives I've taken so far. He has bathed in massive amounts of returning blood, seeking life in his blood, gasping, and rushing through. I thought that was the right thing to do.

That was the only way.

I believed that and survived the citation, I've figured it out.

That's the fact that you've probably even taken a life that you don't need to take. And when I realized that fact, Setsuna was, like, a blur. I can no longer take it back. Never again, I can't get it back. It's too late for anything. Too late, too far.

So I hesitate to take my life like that, and try to avoid it as much as I can, but I don't even think that the past will be forgiven for that.

"I don't know what it's like to have one or two more."

Remillion's, I'm not looking lightly at Ronan's life.

Same life.

It's the same life you've taken so far.

If there's anything different about it, it's that Remillion is a lion and a dead man, that's all. And that the Remillion, even if it doesn't destroy now, will eventually have a doomed fact.

The source of the lion's life is Leongando Laignas-Zaion, the lion god emperor. If you destroy the Lion God Emperor, the Lions' lives can also disappear and be lost.

The Vishtars will perish, too.

"Captain..."

"I find it stranger that you don't resent me. I was resented by you and hated you for what you deserved. I can't complain about being hit with anger."

If I were you, what would have happened?

What emotion would you have had if a real family, for example, stood as an enemy that had to be executed, and if it had been disputed by someone else when the good opportunity had come but nothing could be done? Setuna thinks as she stares at Ruufa's wretched face. Seeing him with such a volatile look, like a cloudy sky that is likely to come down now, wasn't what it was. He is always bright and happy, and it is he who behaves like a conditioner. Seeing him cry like that, his chest shouldn't be tightened.

That's how much I did, and I'm not convinced, and I'm not saying anything.

"I resent the captain. How dare you... that's ridiculous, isn't it?"

He killed my brother.

"It was the Lion Remillion who killed the captain."

"... ruufa"

Setuna stared back into his eyes under his straight knob. His eyes, which he has told resolutely, are no longer shaking.

"Ronan-Bargasar, my brother, was caught in a" great destruction ”and lost his life. So that's not my brother. The Lion Remillion is just an enemy. I resent the captain who shot that enemy. Isn't that a big mistake?"

What Ruufa has said, in a strong tone, was that it never seemed like it was meant to kick the complicated emotions in him. That's what I said in words, but it's not hard to imagine that all sorts of emotions are at best in the heart. It was Ruufa herself who recognized Remillion as Ronan and could not kill him. Ruufa was the best, watching Remillion as Ronan. I didn't think he had any obsession with the destruction of the Remillion. Still, he's trying to break into his own mind.

Drawing the grid in his heart from his expression, Setsuna closed her lid. Floating behind the lid is the last of the Remillions, and it looks like Ruufa's screaming. A moment of despair when I visited Ruufa where I was worried about not being able to kill my brother. It is unimaginable what feelings he had for Setuna at that time. And the sight will never be forgotten.

"I still respect the captain."

"Respect me?

"Yeah, a long time ago."

He closed one eye and smiled mischievously somewhere. Its soft expression soothes Setuna's heart.

"Captain. You have long tended to try to carry everything on your own. He was the strongest in Gandhia, so maybe he deserved it in a way, but that must have been too heavy a load for you, the boy, at the time. That's why we always wanted to help you. It's us. I'm not the only one. Mr. Faria, Miliu, Lem - that's what everyone in The Lion's Tail thought back then."

Ruufa's thought-out made Setuna somewhat sentimental. No, it's like distant memories come back. The days of The Lion's Tail are synonymous with the days of battle. There was some rest, but the memory of a bloody battle is stronger and clearer than that. It's only in the fight that I found my place, so I can take it for granted.

"Still, you, one, pushed forward. I ran ahead of everyone and fulfilled my mission. Because that's your mission and your role. No matter how scratchy and bloody you were, you didn't complain, you didn't leak one dissatisfaction. as if it were everything."

Ruufa's words are a fact for Setuna, so there is no word to give back.

"That dazzles me, but it hurts... and sometimes I can't watch"

Setuna was kind of happy to hear the words. For the first time, I felt like Ruufa was telling me the truth. Of course, it should have been a sincere word before, but still, I don't think it ever exposed my mood so far. I'm sure circumstances and positions didn't make you do that.

And here's what he did.

"I wanted to be your wing."

Wings.

To the strength of the thoughts that could be put into his words, Setuna felt the power gushing from the depths of her heart.