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

"Nice to meet you."

I heard my voice and realized I was in the dark.

As soon as we dive through the door of the trials, being drunk by the darkness is not in itself an exaggeration when it comes to wonder spaces.

The vague darkness enveloped his entire surroundings and seemed to spread everywhere. Standing means that there is a scaffold, and that scaffold is stable. Reach out, move left or right, but without any sign of hitting something, it doesn't mean it's hard to move. I'm sure it's harder to walk than my vision is closed to darkness.

"It's the key I have, fifth"

The voice belonged to a woman. It also feels pretty young. If you judge by your voice alone, even a girl will go by. Whatever your actual age. And it was a familiar voice. Somewhere, I heard. Around I can't remember right away, my impression is faint.

"There are six keys in all. I mean, two more to pass."

Voices, say. Some stabbing, rejecting voice is full of animosity toward Setuna. It was a particularly intense hostility among the relative families in previous trials.

"And if we get it all together, it's the right way to look at her. It's really great and it's really nice."

In that way the voice is chilling, even negative rather than blessing. It must mean that the Lord of the Voice is not welcome to do so. In contrast to that fact, Setuna was rather motivated.

"I didn't show up alone for hundreds of millions of years, like what I could worship."

Look around. The voice is heard from nowhere and cannot set the direction. And this dark darkness. It should be about time my eyes got used to it, but it was still so dark that I couldn't see anything, it was even hard to walk out of the spot. We don't know what kind of trap is waiting for us. Until the situation moves, we should wait and see.

"So, question it."

The girl's voice gave me a fever.

"Why, it's you?

It is only in a caged voice of frustration that I question. Why should I be hit with anger?

"Neewe deserves more than you do."

"Why are you talking about Niewe, here?"

"It's simple reason. Because I'm putting my shoulder in Neewe. Nothing more or less."

With that explanation, I was satisfied with everything so far.

"... edge-of-therst"

"Mitsuki"

The family members of the maiden voice, when they affirmed it disgustingly, even applauded it.

Speaking of Edge of Thurst, he is a member of the family of the Wand of the Summoning Armed Demon King, popularly used by Neewe Raam-Alsur, the Emperor of the Zaion Empire. It is a two-knife pair of black daggers, whose abilities vary, including spatial transfer, temporal stillness, and alienation due to the ejection of light bullets and coordinate substitution. It will also be due to the performance of Edge of Thurst that Neewe defeated the other family members' users and was able to bring them to a showdown with Setuna. Of course, Niewe herself has a lot of strength.

The way Edge of Thurst took it as an incarnation, it was a girl. Reminds me of that now. A red-eyed girl with dark hair.

"Yes, I'm Edge of Thurst. Something so named. There are no real names, but there's no reason to teach them."

"I heard that. To the Mail of Dotter."

Tell with a sigh. I took it for granted that she hated me more than I made clear that Edge of Thurst was putting her shoulders in Niewe, and I was convinced that Mail of Dotor and Rod of Envy weren't.

When Setuna once fought Neewe, Mail of Dotor, Rod of Envy, and Axe of Ambition were defeated, absorbed, and part of their power by Edge of Thurst. If you look at it from the Mail of Dotters, you can only thank Setsuna for freeing you from the edge of thurst, which would mean that you have no reason to put your shoulder in Niewe. Most importantly, there was no way the Mail-of-Doers thanked Setuna at all, and rather, it seemed more important whether she deserved the use of black spears.

In that regard, the edge of thurst, was different.

It seems to be more about Niewe than whether she deserves a black spear or not.

"That slut seems to have been boned by you... but I haven't recognized you yet"

"Is that why it's a trial?

"It's quick and helpful to talk. It's just that Neewe had a better guess."

"That's the way to put it. Can't you help but compare?"

"Always"

Edge of Thurst tells me chilly. The chilling of that voice also sounds like to suppress oneself, which can often provoke frustrating, less anger. I mean, isn't it impossible?

So I don't know.

"I'm always comparing. Because I thought no one deserved a wand guardian more than Neewe"

That continues to remain a preoccupation within the Edge of Thurst.

"I can't believe I'm losing to people like you"

"... I don't know"

"Right. Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

The girl's voice was full of giving up.

Setuna beat Niewe and Edge of Thurst was defeated by Chaos Bringer. Chaos Bringer took in all his family members and became a complete body. It became exactly what the demon king's wand called it, and regained immense power. The family also came under Setuna's control and responded to Setuna's summons. Even Edge of Thurst could not refuse Setuna's summons. Setsuna summoned her, and how much she had abused.

Time goes on, I won't go back.

Without Niewe becoming the Lord of Edge of Thurst again, it is impossible for Niewe to be the Guardian of the Demon King's Wand.

I know that, I guess.

"But, that's why."

The voice of the Edge of Thurst echoes.

"The devil is obsessive."

"Right."

(The devil...)

If you are a family member of the Demon King's Wand, it is not strange or surprising that you are what you deserve to call a demon. More convincing than anything.

"Come on, Setuna. Show me you deserve more than Neewe. [M] That way, the keys and I will all be yours."

Edge of Thurst told him, and at the next moment, the light came down from his head. When I closed my eyelids to so much glare and slowly opened my thin eyes, the darkness that was covering my surroundings was clear. but in the face of an unexpected situation, I realize that my thoughts are about to stop. The first thing that jumped into my sight was a luxurious cross section. The transverse section decorated above the field of vision depicts the letters in Japanese.

(666th edition, bulimia...?

It confuses my mind just to read out a string in my chest that I can only read. I don't know what it is. No, I know what the letters mean. Raging and bulimizing competitions, I guess. But I don't see why there's a cross section that says such a letter.

That's not all I don't know.

Setsuna was on stage.

The light that came down from the overhead was the light of the luminaire and the transverse section was set against the background of the stage. On stage, there was a huge table, Setsuna standing on the right side of that table, and Niewe on the left. The stage, naturally, has passenger seats, but there were no other seats. I'm not talking about hundreds or thousands of places. The guest seats and the audience filled their sights and continued far beyond. Tens of thousands, no, hundreds of thousands of passenger seats are available, and that's buried. Most of all, it's not a human being sitting in a guest seat. The alien monsters. Not that any of them were in the shape of human beings, but most of them looked far from human beings. All of them are enthusiastically watching the stage for some reason.

What an odd space it was.

I didn't feel like the trials were gradually becoming bizarre.

"Finally, this is the time to do it!

It's the high-pitched man's voice that's been echoing from the top of my head. The voice diffused through the device must have been clearly heard by all audiences, with a feverish cheer.

"The 666th! It's a bulimic tournament final!

A great deal of cheer arose, and the venue was engulfed with tremendous enthusiasm.