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

The name mask of despair probably indicates the summoning armed, its essence, that takes on the figure of an old man. Therefore he has been given such a name by those that summon him. Just like Lance of Designer is, just like Axe of Ambition is, just like Rod of Envy is.

Like a black spear, yes.

The old man's face must have expressed despair itself, also because it manifested its nature, and Setuna encountered a feeling of being drunk on consciousness.

"So what is your existential significance, why, then? Kamiya Temple"

"My raison d 'être... raison d 'être?

"I wonder what it is that you are here now. This is the lowest level of hell, the castle of our Lord, the test of the keys to reach between the Lord, the place of his final test"

The Mask of Dispair answers Setuna's questions with courtesy and courtesy. In the meantime, the expression did not change. I look at this one, still expressing despair itself.

Setuna felt like she was just peeking into the abyss when she said she was just looking at his face like that.

"This is the first time you've been able to get this far. Kamiya Temple"

Setuna was not surprised by his unexpected words.

"There's not a single one who went to hell and broke five trials, no matter how many demon kings lead to his castle. I mean, this is the first time I've ever imposed a test like this. It depends on what you think."

"For the first time... I...?

"Yes."

The old man nodded with a smile. Desperate grin of a desperate expression. It keeps away this dark seaside tidal wave and makes Setuna recognize only his expression. Everything else is getting confusing.

"Lance of Designer, he's fine. Anyway, this is the first trial. Even if it is such that we cannot break through the trials so far, we can impose them. I don't bother with the contents of the trial. In that regard, I only have more time to think about the contents of the trial, so I became troubled, lost, and finally even desperate."

The look on the face of the old man, who speaks with a bitter smile, remains the same. I'm staring at this one with despair sticking to my wrinkled face. Red eyes. Red as blood, shining like purgatory flames. Only the brilliance of those eyes is strong and intense.

"And the answer I finally got to is this. Questions for you. That's what I came to think of as the final test."

"This is the... trial. I just have a question…"

"That's what I'm talking about."

Only my voice and the voice of the old man reach my ear. Everything else is outside the world and no longer reaches Setuna, that's what I felt.

(Trial……)

I snapped to rebel in my chest because I was taken aback.

I was up for the last trial, and I could imagine how horribly nasty things were waiting for me. Even so, Mask of Dispair says that the question is the test.

Answering the significance of existence, the reason for existence.

Is that such an easy thing to do with the final trial?

To date, Setuna has dived through various trials.

Including the trials leading up to this castle, they were mostly death fights themselves, but there were also trials other than combat. If it was a battle, it was all about the fierce death line that washed blood with blood and repainted death with death, and the non-battle trials were also, the ordeal itself.

Sometimes you forget me.

What an easy, simple trial compared to those trials.

"Well, let's ask now"

What I heard from the mouth where the mask of dispersal opened is, after all, a desperate voice. A voice like the curse itself that penetrates from ear to ear, into the back of consciousness, into the bottom of your heart.

"What is the significance, the reason, that you exist here?

Setsuna looked into the old man's eyes.

"I'm..."

When he opened his mouth and tried to answer, he questioned.

I wonder why I exist here. Why did you get this far with the thought of being here, diving through trials like hell itself, and spitting blood reflexes? What does it mean and what is it for? For have you been dying?

Why does such a question come to mind now?

I shouldn't have had to think about that in depth before I got here.

That's why I could keep running so far. I was able to rush through. He continued to move forward, even though his whole body was shattered, he experienced numerous deaths, and he was in desperate sight. That's why. Because that's all I had. Because that's all it was, and there was nothing else.

Is that why?

Do you think that is the significance of existence and the reason for it?

Doesn't that mean you're flushed and you're here?

(flushed...?

Ask yourself, draw memories in the void behind your brain.

Flushed, I'm here.

From the beginning, wasn't it?

What wasn't one thing, like what I decided to do at my own discretion?

Isn't it all until you've been summoned to another world, become a summoner of black spears, become a part of Gandhia, run through many battlefields, overcome vast numbers of deaths, trampled countless corpses, and won over? Was there your will there?

A puppet that just moves by someone's thoughts.

A killing weapon to destroy Gandia's enemies.

Wasn't that the only reason why it was the significance of my existence?

I never had any doubts there, and even if there were such things as to raise doubts, I guess I've pretended not to look at them.

(Exactly...)

By not thinking about it, I've been processing it.

I don't know what I am, so what am I living for?

Off the most important part, he turned away, blocked his ears, and lived.

"I... the hell"

The question came out with my mouth open.

Then, what do you think? The old man's wrapped air itself deteriorated.

"Something you don't even know what you are, because you're here, right?

It's closer to a bullet fight than a question.

"Temple of the Divine Arrow. You just came alive to let the situation flow. I believed I had my place there, assumed I had my raison d 'être, and renounced to think. I don't deny that kind of way of life, but it doesn't seem like you deserve what you get here."

The mask of dispersal, which I have told coldly, could not deny the words to Setuna, etc. This is a place of trial hosted by him, and it is up to him to make all the decisions. In the first place, Setuna herself was shaking. At a time when I can't tell you who I am, I'm losing.

I know it's a test.

He said so himself.

That question is the test, he said.

I mean, if you can't answer that question, you failed the trial. And there's no better way to get past the trials than by not having a clear answer in mind for Setuna. No matter how desperate I got to look around my head, the right answer didn't exist, it just emptied out.

Who am I, what the hell am I?

All the doubts float in the void.

"I guess you should know what you are once now"

When he wondered if the red light had filled the old man's eyes, Setsuna was surrounded by the feeling that his consciousness would be swallowed up.