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

Diving through the gate, it was a strange place.

Overhead there is a full starry sky that shines light so strongly that there are numerous stars and a huge moon unlikely. I've never seen a more intense star and moon light before, or bathed.

Isn't this a different world?

I couldn't help but think so.

By then the stars adorning the night sky were beautiful, and he had to lean his neck.

(Is this... is this really Illus Valle?

When it came to the starry sky of Illus Valle, it was normal to look cloudy. No matter how clear the sky was, and how few clouds there were, the glowing stars, the glowing moon, seeped at all times.

It's not just the night sky.

The day sky, the morning sky, the sunset sky, all the time, the sky is seeping.

That's what the sky of Ils Valle is all about.

It is also possible, then, that the sky you are looking at is not the sky of Illus Valle, when it comes to that.

Because there's no way the person who summoned him over hell would lie such crap. No matter how much I hated him and didn't like him and couldn't help it, if it was to summon him and ask him to cooperate, there's no reason to lie.

I sent him to another world to cheat, if I didn't know, but there would be no point in doing that.

Setuna-Kamiya is not foolish enough to squander his power on such absurdity.

Which also means you don't have to question that this is somewhere in Ils Valle.

The wind blowing through is chilling and the temperature difference from hell is astonishing, but compared to hell everything is arguably raw and warm.

No matter how cold you freeze, it's far warmer than extreme cold hell, and no matter how hot it gets, it doesn't have to be warmer than burning hell.

That's what this world is about, and for him right now, he misses everything and feels uncomfortable at the same time. It's a big deal that I could no longer be hell.

It was something I wouldn't imagine, such as if I made him a living hell dweller with both my body and my mind, who would return to this world, albeit temporarily.

"But it is. Not bad."

He looked forward and narrowed his eyes.

A strange land is the battlefield of a fierce battle itself. Stranger enemies and stranger allies clash, mountains of corpses are built, and rivers of blood flow.

"The smell of blood filling the nasal cavity, the cries of death stabbing in the ears, the cries of the living, the anger of the dead - oh, here we are, on the battlefield. It's a battlefield I won't stop looking for."

He was driven by the impulse to scream out too much excitement.

"Thank you, thank you, Setuna, Setuna-Kamiya!

As he was shouting the summoner's name and waving his fist up, he heard a talk from behind.

"I like that. You have a pretty bad taste."

"I don't want your sister to tell me anything about a man's hobby."

"Oh, I wonder what that means."

"Though it means as words go."

"Ugh, Uru seems to have completely forgotten his position."

"That's not true, sister. I just want to argue that I'm better when it comes to a guy's hobby...... oh, what's wrong?

You must have noticed this sight, with a decent look on your face, one of the two women saw this one.

Dark-haired, gray-eyed witch. It's against the two of us to have that impression.

Ur and Arlia.

The two men who have fallen to hell far later than he was, with more friendship than they ever had, were the ones who come in the way of his days in hell.

What makes them summoned with him?

I was concerned about Setuna's selection criteria, and I had no choice.

Is that okay if you become a fighter, or is it something else a selection criterion?

I also know from Setuna's call that she wants a little more combat power. Setsuna even gave him a subpoena interview, which he was supposed to hate deeply. For the rest of his life, he lacks the strength to fight and is in a state of distress.

If so, it is likely that Setsuna thought that anyone who becomes a force of war would do so.

Therefore, even the sisters of Ur and Aria were summoned.

"It's a conversation we don't have on the battlefield"

When he told him small, Ur made a grin like nothing good.

"I don't think there's a battlefield where your dialogue just now suits you?

"I do."

"No, I don't."

"... there is"

Shaking his head, he turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

You must serve the purpose for which you were summoned. It was hard to imagine that there was a temporal respite interacting crap with the Urs.

"I don't, though."

Listening to Ur's words of denial up to his intransigence, he headed to the battlefield.

"So, where am I?

Although I asked no one while traveling to the battlefield, I didn't expect the answer to return.

Ur and Arya have died before him, and will know the current state of the world to some extent, but that is why it is hard to think that they know about the world today - especially this battlefield.

That's what I thought.

"It's an empire."

"Yes, sister"

"Empire?"

He was not surprised by the unexpected reaction.

"Yes, the Zaion Empire"

"The Zaion Empire...... is this the place?

"I would have told you one day. After you died, the world broke."

"Oh."

I remember what I heard from them in hell.

Shortly after his death, the world collapsed. The continent was torn apart and divided by the Great Seas. The cause of this seems to be the ritual of the resurrection of the Holy Emperor, but I am not sure of the details.

Anyway, the world split apart. Both the small group of nations and the three major forces said that everything was torn apart and scattered in bullshit.

He couldn't decide if that was true.

It just didn't sound like a fabrication for Ur and Arya to make fun of him. So he believed their story and wanted to see something once: a changed world.

"This place is supposed to be the realm of the Zaion Empire among the broken worlds"

"My sister and I fought here."

"Here?

On the battlefield as far as I can see, they say.

"Yes, here"

"Though he was killed without daring."

"But good... right? Sister."

"Yeah, I'm glad it happened."

(... glad they killed you, or what)

He snapped in his chest, not in words.

They were, in fact, supposed to die when they failed to assassinate the Emperor. They were supposed to kill me. And yet, they didn't kill me. On the contrary, he was about to end up being a slave to God, a feather who wanted to die but did not die, and who would live forever.

It may be that continuing to live independently of your will involves more pain than falling into hell.

He had no idea what it was like.

That was it, and he stopped. Giants glowing white ahead are walking wide. It is clear that there are people to protect on that path.

The distinction between enemies and allies is on.

"Is that it?

"Divine soldiers... soldiers serving God"

"There are two ways to kill a divine soldier, one is to destroy the God from whom the power comes. One is to destroy the“ nucleus ”somewhere in the body."

"I see. You mean destroy it anyway"

"Were you listening?

I hear a sigh, but I silence myself.

"Easy to understand!

He kicked the ground, admitting it would be a frenzied grin.