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

"By the way, what are you doing?

Ragna opened her big mouth and inquired after Setuna said she was also exhausted from stroking and would no longer rest on top of her head. Then when she laughed as if she were her former self, Setsuna laughed bitterly that it was not the ratio.

In fact, it wasn't even big enough to cover the top of Setuna's head, once a small flying dragon-shaped ragna, but Setuna, which lays on her head, didn't even cover as much area as the ragna then.

In the meantime, I also cared while I had something staring at the exchange between Ragna and Setuna, and about that I was getting Setuna to stroke me. However, the feeling of the giant dark palms created by Setuna's summoning armies was exactly the same as being stroked with Setuna's hands, enough to even perceive Setuna's body temperature, so Ragna never uttered a voice of doubt about the existence of a single dragon staring at nothing.

Happiness takes precedence over everything.

That was impotent, she explained to whomever it was in her chest.

I've been waiting for you for years.

Between death and loss of the flesh and obtaining the subsequent flesh, you were unconscious, not so. I was exploring this world only as a soul. Naturally, I am selfish and conscious. It was power, flesh, and could not interfere in this world. And the fact that you are not allowed to move around on your own will is also significant. The flow of power through the world, on its fluid waves, had to wander all over the Illus Valle. If she had been able to decide where to go with her own will, her own power, she would have been on Setuna's side without getting lost and kept an eye on him. And it should have been a shortcut to the resurrection. Because the wavelength of Setuna's soul was extremely comfortable for her and his power could be converted into her magic. Setuna had set herself up in the struggle. If I could remain at his side, I could not doubt that I would have sucked the massive amount of power that would have arisen during the struggle and that I would have made myself magical, gained flesh and fulfilled my resurrection.

But it didn't actually happen.

We had to continue to explore the world, gather strength and wait for the resurrection.

It was a kind of pain, pity and near despair that she felt lonely at that time or had never tasted before.

Ragnacia-Elm Dorrus is a lonely being.

Compared to Langwin-Silfe Dorrus, who lives with her family, and Ramles-Siffa Dorrus, who can follow her family, she had a habit of wandering the world, distancing herself from her family and the Dragon genus she defined. Not knowing she would stay in one place, that was still enough. I've never felt lonely or anything. Being more lonely than the ex, but therefore, I guess because I didn't know the criteria for what I was lonely with or what I was lonely with.

That's why I learned about Setuna, but I learned the joy of making contact with Setuna, so I couldn't be alone.

One, lonely.

Knowing that fact, for the first time, she understood why, and what, Langwin and Ramles flock together. Weren't the dragon kings also afraid of solitude? Wasn't that why he lived with his family?

Ragna wanted to scream in her loneliness.

Over and over again.

The days of becoming the soul alone, just waiting for the resurrection, were a lonely time, unable to interfere with the world or work on the families. I consoled my heart trembling at loneliness by just thinking about the Setunas and portraying my days with the Setunas in my brain. I remember the warmth of Setuna's hand in particular, only at that moment could I forget the loneliness.

That's why.

Having absorbed enough power to destroy the world and create a new flesh with that power, Ragna chose to remain in the Land of Resurrection.

Why.

With Ragna's overflowing power, it was also easy to fly around the changed world and look for Setsuna. No, I don't even have to look around. Even detecting the signs of Setuna was not impossible. I didn't have to wait any longer than I had gained so much power. But she stayed in the land, made a bed, and began to dream.

Because there was no sign of Setuna in this world.

There is no Setuna in the world. I don't know why. Has it disappeared into a world different from that of Iles Valle by any means, or has it been consumed and lost its life by the forces that have destroyed the world? Either way, she thought it would be more meaningful to stay here and keep accumulating power than to spend some time searching around for Setuna, who is not in this world. Setsuna promised. Beyond what I promised, it's a man named Setuna who acts with his life at stake for it. Then she believes that he will come and pick her up, and you just have to wait. And on the reunited dawn, spend your strength for Setuna, who gained so much power that it was not even comparable to before.

Thus, Ragna drowned in the paradise of her dreams.

I devoured my slumber and kept dreaming.

Setuna's dreams.

That's the supreme happiness, I thought.

But it wasn't.

She narrows her eyes to that temperature of a human sleeping over her head. Setuna is sleeping over Ragna's head with all the summoning armies also repatriated. It seemed, however, like herself, who once defined Setuna's head as her place, and Ragna couldn't help but think it was strange. Reversed from what to what.

(Sounds different)

Ragna denies it in her chest.

Nothing is reversed.

I'm the one who's in love with Setuna, and that's why I'm sincerely happy.

Not what it used to be.

Once Ragna was a small flying dragon, equal to a subject to be protected for Setsuna. Dragon Language Magic would have been useful to Setuna, but otherwise it would have been useful. But not from now on. Whether it is normal or wartime, Ragna will be a great help to Setuna. And you get more praise. Just thinking about it, she almost forgot about her less, overhead existence of happiness.

The more I saw it, the stranger it was.

The appearance appears to combine human and dragon, its properties. It is based on the human body, produces horns and wings, and parts of the body are covered in scales. Such a subtle being, not human, but also indescribable to the genus Dragon. Ragna has once been transformed into a human being, but it's something completely different from that. If a dragon is to be transformed into a human being, it's not going to be this halfway.

For one thing, Ragna had something to figure out.

"Similar to Ramless."

When Ragna told him, half a dragon woman looked like she had been poked in the void.

"Similar? Me?

"Uhm. You look just like me."

You look just like that, of course, not on the outside. The waveform of the soul, the form of power, was exactly the same as Ramles-Sypha Dorrus. It is hard to imagine, however, that half a dragon woman is a rambless human condition. There can't be a single human hating rambless in itself, and even if it did, it would take the form of a man, and it wouldn't be halfway. You should be transformed into a perfect person, like Ragna.

In other words, the reason half a dragon in front of us has the same waveform as a rambless is that we all have no idea.

"... glad"

"Hmm?"

"That's the second time they've said that."

"For the first time, were you even told by Langwin?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

"I don't know much about Ramles as much as I do about Langwin."

"Oh...... right"

The woman nods sternly. I saw a rambless scale in its standing behavior. The resemblance does not seem to be the only waveform of the soul.

"I, Ramlesia-Eufa Dorrus. Let the Dragon King of the Three Kingdoms be recognized as one wing."

"... Hmm"

Ragna understood everything by the name of a woman named Mad Queen in pale white.

Which means she's the heir to the Ramles.