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

"You must be the one who killed him. Setuna."

Dinacia's chilling voice was heard extremely far, but clearly.

It echoes in the earlobes, stains the tympanic membrane, and is carved into the cerebral medulla.

On the battlefield, numerous voices are disturbed and countless sounds ringing. Voices hung by the Phalia, moods and screams of the God-Arrows, and the sound of things produced by each attack. It seems as if it intersects multiple times, interleaves complicated, and plays up one piece of music.

In that, Dinacia's voice is going to dissolve and disappear in the tint of the battlefield, but somehow she never missed hearing Setsuna's ears.

Because you shouldn't miss hearing it.

Because I have to ask.

Because you have to know.

Do what you did.

Do what you did.

My sins.

Punish yourself.

"You killed him. By the will of Mizu. With a hand from Mizu. With the power of Mizu."

Setuna was looking at what was in her hand.

At some point it was the head of the statue of the goddess that I took with both hands.

No, you're not.

"Without any hesitation. Unmerciful. Without any patrols. I just killed him."

What should have been the head of the goddess statue was no longer entirely separate. The white epidermis that covered the whole area peeled off and the hidden face was exposed.

"My own mother."

Setsuna was just looking at my mother's face.

My mother's head on both hands, its dead face.

The face was that of my mother itself. The shape of the eyebrows, the shape of the open eyes, the color of the iris, the amount of lashes, the muscles of the nose, the lips, the shape of the jaw, whatever, were the very faces of Setuna's mother.

The impression must be different from what it was when the statue of the goddess was made because there was a transformation due to deification.

"... no"

"Setsuna, what's wrong? What are you surprised about?"

"That's not true."

Setuna tried to deny it.

"There's no way"

But there was no power in the voice leaking out of his mouth, and it was too unconvincing to deny the reality in front of him. I couldn't convince myself.

"It's a fake..."

"It's real."

Dinacia continued to faintly, not to mock, as she told her hair impatiently.

"It's the real mother of you, Setsuna. You had your own mother in your hands. For your own purposes. For your own good. Just for myself."

"I..."

Setuna could neither gaze nor stare at Dinacia. I couldn't distract myself from the dying face on my hand.

"It's Setuna. Don't let them fool you. Didn't you go yourself? Your mother, who's supposed to be in another world, can't be here."

"Exactly. Setsuna, that's a fake that made you look like your mother. In the first place, it is strange that the flesh of the apostle, which was supposed to have been destroyed, should not collapse."

"Right. That and this, to confuse your heart. Damn, what about a guy who's so weak about it?"

"I don't..."

Rebellion of Ragna's words doesn't distract me.

I have my mother's face in front of me. That's a death face, too. It was Setuna herself who killed him.

I chopped off my neck.

"Right. That's what I'm saying."

Only Dinacia's voice sounds strong. He pierces his chest and puts a hole in his heart. The more they decide, the deeper they become.

Undeniable.

I was deciding just now.

"For you, it's light to that extent, like your mother's life. So I don't realize it's real"

Dinacia laughed.

"No, I wonder if you were aware and killed him"

"No..."

"What's different?

"It's fake."

"It's real."

Dinacia's assertion was powerful and Setuna's heart was too weak to deny. The upset is spreading throughout your body. My body was shaking.

"I summoned"

"Summon...?

"What a fool."

"Impossible. Summoning...?

"Yes, it's a summons."

Every single one of Dinacia's remarks shocks Setuna.

"Once upon a time, our gods, called the Emperor God, were summoned by His Holiness Miendia more than here in a different world. Five hundred years since then, I have been bound to this world by covenants, but a few years ago, the opportunity to break this wedge has been explored"

"The ritual of the resurrection of the Holy King."

"That's right. By doing so, we tried to return to the world we were meant to be."

"I know that."

"As a result, it had nothing to do with what happened to this world. Because we are not gods in this world. It is in the world to which I belong that my followers are. The things that I should protect and guide. So I tried to revive the Holy King, knowing that this world would be sacrificed"

"I failed because of it"

The Mayuri God pinched his mouth so as to restrain him, perhaps to keep him from being a Dinasian single-altar, but Setuna could no longer do anything about it.

"What?"

"The rebellion broke out because you tried to revive the Holy King at any cost. The Quons risked their lives to stop the resurrection of the Holy King because the resurrection of the Holy King was the doom of the world itself. So they stopped the ritual with a whole body of spirits. Your prospects have been crushed."

"... well, I don't care"

It sure doesn't matter.

It's more about Dinacia than that. Events that Dinacia spoke of as summoning. What the hell is that all about? The matter was far more important.

"Thanks to you I have had the opportunity to do my righteousness. In that sense, I appreciate it. To Lord Vistahl."

"Vishtal......"

"Because he risked his life to stop the ritual, I succeeded in creating this situation. Everything went well. You bet, Setuna."

I suppose it is to decide Setuna's mind that she comes to consent, but is it no longer possible, for example, to inflict further scratches on a heart full of holes?

Setsuna thought, bewildered.

"You put your hands on my mother."

The moment passed when I slit the neck of the statue of the goddess in the back of my brain. The statue of the goddess could not even react. That would be so. This one was completely armed.

Even though he had gained strength from Dinacia, there is no way the Apostle could have fought him.

Yes, the statue of the goddess died without even knowing it.

"Your mother just wanted to see you again."

Dinacia tells me quietly.

"I want to meet you and hug you. That's all she wanted."

Dinacia's words rip through her earlobes, piercing her tympanic membrane, and sounding as if she were breaking through her cerebral cord. There was no way to shake his head, to deny it, nor to exchange it before an overwhelming sense of reality.

"You cut it off and cut it off."

"Setsuna, don't listen to him. Everything he said was a lie. Nothing is true."

"Ragnasia is right. Don't get caught up in that operation."

"I..."

"You still don't get it?

Dinacia, just, come on.

"I never lied to you once."

When he raised his face all the way up, Dinacia's eyes were glowing golden.

"Everything, it's true"