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

I had a father, I had a mother, I had myself.

It was natural and natural before I was tempted.

My father and mother, they loved themselves. Almost every parent has given me unlimited affection to do so. That, I guess, was somewhat understandable to the child's mind as well. That's why I can think clearly now. Warm and soft, many memories like spring sunshine.

The memories you draw that way are gentle and soft.

That's the beginning of me.

Everyone believed that the Father and Mother, and the family of three, themselves, were happiness in itself and that that time would last forever. There is no reason to doubt it. That was natural.

But naturally, suddenly, it ends.

My father died.

The fact was that it was incomprehensible to a child who had not yet established himself.

I just stopped seeing my father.

My mother said that my father had gone far away.

That's sad, but I thought I'd see you again someday. That's what my mother would have done. Probably. Probably.

The memories before and after I lost my father were vague. How my father died and how my mother became alone. Have you ever stopped smiling since you had a mother who lived crying? As for that change in mood, I can only imagine myself being someone else in the end.

I'm sure my mother's care, kindness, made my child worry extra. Even so, it should have taken a lot of effort. I lost my beloved husband.

Is there such thing as the pain, the pity healing?

Even if there was something healing, a few years is not enough.

Even after I grew up, I wonder if I kept holding it in my chest.

Haven't you been in pain and pity for a long time?

I resent myself for not caring about it.

It's just heartbreaking that I couldn't even feel the pity hidden in the depths of my mother's smile and do it.

At the same time, thank you.

It was an indisputable fact that my mother was able to live her childhood happily ever after, because she was the one who kept smiling, and she was able to take such a mother's affection with her eyes.

And being raised by such a mother is luck itself.

And the fact that we'll never see each other again...

noticed all the time, it was in the woods.

The forest, where the depressed and lush trees created the canopy of the branches, looked familiar. As the memory is evoked in an accelerating manner, I notice a woman and a man confronting an open space in the woods at the tip of my gaze.

A woman with burning flaming hair and a boy in student clothes.

Azmaria-Altemax and Kamiya Sana.

(This is...)

Setsuna narrowed her eyes, understanding what the sight she was looking at was like.

Mask of Disper said this to Setuna.

"For once now, you should know who you are."

In other words, isn't this a sight for Setuna to know who she is and Setuna's own memory?

(No... no)

If it's your own memory, you should have a different perspective. You can't see yourself, and it is to the fleshy limbs and beauty of Azmaria that your gaze should have focused. I remember seeing it and being nearly deprived of consciousness.

So who is this, a memory of perspective?

Maybe it's just a sight based on Setuna's memory, not someone's point of view.

In doing so, a flock of Imperial Demons emerge from the shadows of the forest trees. A four-legged monster with claws like a claw on her cheeky face. You can call it the alien monster itself to see. It wields animosity and kill for Setuna and strikes. Setuna succeeded in summoning the Black Spear by casting a spell as she was told by Azmaria.

The disastrous by destructive, pitch-black spear gave Setuna mighty power, who was just a student. It was so alien that it overwhelmed a horde of vicious monstrous demons and brought destruction to the forest.

Setsuna felt indescribable when she saw all of the sight from a third-party perspective.

Until then, Setuna was just a student of a different world than Iles Valle. Close to the shadows rather than cheerful, more passive than aggressive, and not even trying to relate to others, such a person. The grades were never excellent, nor were they highly physically capable. General students. Very normal seventeen years old.

It is the beginning that such an ordinary man has met a summoning weapon, also known as the Wand of the Demon King.

The scene changes.

In a city that burns more abruptly than Azmarian red hair, the boy, who until then was just an ordinary man, was confronted by a demonic man.

A confrontation with Lancaine-Bunell, then named Lance-Biraine and lurking in Gandhia. Why, against a mass of malice that burned down the city of Karan and scattered misfortune on many of them, was just the ordinary man confronted?

The reason is, I remember.

Because the child was crying.

Elina-Carone.

Her tears pounded and moved Setuna.

(That's right. Yes it was)

It is, indisputably, your will.

If no one told me, no one ordered me. I had no choice but to do so. Nor does it mean I was forced into a situation.

own will.

Her tears lit Setuna's heart.

So he jumped into the burning Karan and challenged Lancaine to battle.

As a result, I'm dying, but I even thought that was okay, because I'm sure that was the first time I acted on my own will.

The cause lies with me, and therefore the result also returns to me.

That's fine then.

It's not a bad idea to die with it.

I thought so.

(Oh... I was...)

But I didn't die.

I'm here because I didn't die.

I'm here.

I still think and believe that meeting Faria is fateful.

If Faria's arrival was even slightly delayed, Setuna would no doubt have lost her life. It was nothing but luck that Faria made it.

The arrow of Aurora Storm's abilities and destiny carried my life exactly to Setuna.

The scene changed, and on the hospital bed were Faria, Elina and Setuna.

I can't remember exactly what we discussed, but Faria asked me different things and I should have answered different things. We talked about what we could talk about while weaving the truth. Such a memory.

And another fateful encounter awaited.

Meet Leongand.

The encounter with Leongando, who visited Karan, was a great turning point for Setuna.

Leongando, he just wanted the power of war. For him, who needed to succeed the throne and escape the "lynching", the first thing he needed was force of war, and for that reason he was prepared to be a great sinner. I guess it was only natural for him to be interested in Setsuna like that and solicit Setsuna.

It was inevitable.

Setsuna just wanted a place.

This is a different world with no stops, because there was nowhere to calm down.

I wanted a place that recognized, tolerated, accepted, and needed me.

So I took Leongand's offer, and as a member of Gandia, I went to recapture Fortress Balsar.

That's another beginning, too.