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

(Now for starters...)

Midgard, mindful of the rugged sides and lonely hindsight of the heavy ministers walking away between jurisprudence, was, inside, relieved.

One of his concerns could be resolved.

Before this, he can fully cooperate with the Setunas. That was more than happy for him.

Setuna has a duty.

I was able to play the Ebel overthrow because Setsuna was there for me, and Setsuna did that part brilliantly of things.

Without Setuna, if Setuna hadn't played a role, Evel would not have perished, and on the contrary, the world might have perished.

And more importantly, I was glad that Setuna cared about Urk, that she cared about him.

I never thought he was better in the Lord of Urk than when he hesitated to destroy his cramped body.

Urk is not human. It's a magic crystal doll. You can rebuild as much as you want where you destroy it. Yet he went on a tour. In short, that's because he cares about his personality, Urk, which is a manifestation of affection, Midgard concluded.

Urk is like a beloved daughter to him.

As we created it with all our spirits, something like affection for our beloved daughter sprouted, after all, because personality dwelt in Urk and had self. If Urk, for example, activated it as a remotely piloted, moving combat weapon with no personality whatsoever, as originally planned, wouldn't he have had that much affection? At least you must not have thought like a part of yourself.

Midgard cherished Urk's heart.

And I had a fondness and respect for Setuna for taking such care of Urk.

The desire to give back to Setuna and to make the future of the Holy King a better one, and the will to have to overthrow Nea Gandia, pushed Midgard and led him to wave a hot valve in this meeting setting.

And let's also appease him because he was able to win the result exactly as he had in mind.

As everyone left the conference room, indoors, only Midgard and Mayuri God remained.

"At all, I wonder what it makes me do..."

Mayuri God stares at this one with a sigh. The expression also appears to have complex emotions.

"If a human has a human, a doll has a doll role, then God has a god role."

"... it's true that God would be more persuasive."

"Are you not convinced"

"I was convinced. So here I am. Hope is important. Especially in this world. But I mean the flag."

I am unhappy, but I don't know what it feels like to be a Mayuri God.

Midgard also found out that a line of flags is Setuna. One gathers in the name of Setuna and continues to fight in this ending world. If it was meant to be, the flag should be Setuna.

But in this case, that's not how it happened.

Because Setuna is no exaggeration when it comes to anonymous people in this country.

The thundering name of a country hero named Gandhia, who began his courage in a small group of nations during the former continental period, is also ringing in the distant Holy Kingdoms. But it is a story of a small group of nations, and it is not surprising to think that from the person of the Holy Kingdoms, such as the heroes born in the midst of the skirmishes of a weak nation, they are known only once.

Even at the height of Gandhia, it is not far from the prints of the Holy Kingdom.

For one of the holy kingdoms, it was not within the realm of the country, such as the countries of the small group of nations.

In fact, if the Holy King moved his army, the small nations would have crumbled just to move forward. That is the historical difference in power between large forces and small nations, and that is reality.

Therefore, to name Setuna was not convincing or influential in any way.

It would be more effective to see an anonymous but real God.

"Mayuri is more convenient than Lord Setsuna, if not only for the holy kingdom, but from all over the world."

"I understand that too."

The goddess is unhappy because Setuna thinks she deserves the flag, and all that wasn't something she could do with Midgard's persuasion. For convenience's sake, I have to say I'm just thankful that you're acting like a flag like this.

"Well... it's time to get back to the ship?

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Okay, then. If there's an emergency, just let me know on the comms."

Sooner or later, Mayuri God scratched away his divine figure in an instant. It would be a spatial transfer. God's work can only be described as awesome at any time.

Midgard, left behind during one jurisprudence, took his seat when he put the documents on his desk in his bag. I didn't dislike, or rather preferred, a space where there was no one but me. Because I don't feel comfortable. And that's when fantasies come true. Fantasy, paranoia, imagination. Whatever. Sometimes such things can be clues to research and development, encouraging flashes.

Most of all...

(Flashing...?)

The fact that there was no such thing as the Devil's Crystal doll development kept him in a dark mood.

Evel's power probably works.

The Revelation was the revelation of God.

Therefore he could not deny Evel. Because denying everything about Evel means that both the Demon Crystal doll and Urk have to deny everything that exists.

When I opened the door between jurisprudence and went out into the hallway, I felt, uh, gaze. The sensation of the body is extremely sharper than that of a human being. Sensitivity so easy to read emotions from one gaze seems to have little effect on Urk, however.

Probably because Urk was in a newborn baby-like state until this time, and because he doesn't understand what emotion is.

In that regard, Midgard has lived more than fifty years as a human being. It also used to send youth in the Holy King's Palace, where the number of manoeuvres swirled, and was sensitive to the emotions of others.

So, I guess.

When he felt his gaze, he breathed.

"Mid."

And when he heard the words, Midgard also forgot who he was playing.

Turning to his voice, a woman stood beside him in the hallway. It was the queen who kept her young, very invisible in her fifties, who was trying to bring her to the wall with a bare gesture as if she had been waiting, and the moment she saw that figure, behind his brain, the figure of her in her youth passed.

"Ana......"

I accidentally called her by her nickname, if I tried to be Midgard, it was nothing but a detour.

"Mido, I knew you were a mid......!

Anastasia, away from the wall, ran over in such a way as a joyful face. The footprint was light, and there was something that didn't make me feel like I was old. It's like I'm back in my twenties, even like that.

It was glowing enough to remind Midgard of his youth days.