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

"What..."

He opened his mouth, but no longer knew what he was going to say, and kept his mouth caged. My mother won't stop. The sound of the knife being slapped against the slab was petty.

"Whatever happened, didn't you give up?

My mother, with her back to this one, has been questioning me. Well seen hindsight. The sights I've seen more than once in my life. The morning sun entering through the kitchen window is a backlight, creating my mother's back like a dark shadow. Ever since I was a kid, I always have been.

I can say I grew up seeing my mother like that.

"You promised."

"Promise…"

"He said he would protect everyone. Makes everyone happy."

I can't hear the knife anymore. Because my mother stopped her hand. As much as that wasn't because he went into the next stage of cooking, he also figured it out.

"You promised."

"... I did"

This is what a bad bat means, he thought. As I think about it, I just have to nod. That's true. Promise. Something to take precedence over anything else. Yes, I remember. Yeah, I got knocked in. Yes, I was taught.

To whom?

To my mother.

That is why the promise had to be absolutely kept, and there was no denying that I would risk my life for it. In fact, Setuna has done so. That's what I'm going to do.

To keep my word, I've lived.

Although.

"I did, but to me, I already..."

"Already... what?

"I don't deserve that anymore."

"Qualifications?"

My mother looked back at me. I can't see my face. The backlight was too strong, and my mother's figure, all I could see was the outline. One expression, unclear. The voice is soft, and my body and mind seem to envelop me, but I'm so, so restless. I guess because I don't know the look on my mother's face.

"Why?"

Asked, he caged his mouth.

"Why... is that..."

Clear answers are floating in the back of my brain. But it was spoken of. The moment you put that into words, won't this space break down? Because I didn't feel that way.

Will this fiction collapse?

That's right.

This is a fiction.

Impossible fantasy.

You can call it paranoia.

I know that.

"Is that...?

"- Because I did..."

"You can't hear me in such a small voice. It won't reach anyone. Even your mother."

Why are you trying to make me say that?

He couldn't understand his mother's words and actions and even remembered her frustration.

But my mother's bluff staring straight at this one was completely blocking his escape route. If there's no escape anywhere, there's no way we can make excuses or anything. It is also unacceptable to tease. even in this space of fiction. No, maybe it's because it's a fictional world.

"Because you killed my mother!

The minute I spit it out, I almost lost my mind. I wondered if the awesome nausea had pushed me, causing me pain that would tear my whole body apart. Even in paranoia, there is no escape.

The facts are there.

"So that's why I don't deserve to think about everyone...!

"So you're giving up? Is that why you're ending it here? So, you're gonna put it all away?

"That's right! What's wrong with that!

I screamed because I didn't have to. Other than that, there was no way to handle the swirling emotions. The pain of multiple threads bending and twisting is causing consciousness, heart, and soul like a constantly pushing wave.

My mother, she said.

"Mother, you just gave up on killing one person."

"One mother!? What the hell are you doing?

"I've been killing you scattered so far, and it's not that bad. Nothing..."

My mother didn't blame me, she just told me the facts.

"Setuna. Your hands are covered in blood. Whether it is washed or not, it is so blood-coated that it cannot be removed. I'm not alone or two. I didn't take thousands, tens of thousands of lives, trample on them, trample on them and come this far. I wonder what happens to your heart when you just kill one mother."

"What... what is it?"

He held his head.

This is a fictional world.

It's not the real world. of reality. Because the real mother is not the real mother or anything else here because he killed her with that hand. So I can laugh. Laugh, I'll tell you.

That hurts.

It's like being stabbed in the heart multiple times with a sharp blade, that feeling.

"I killed my mother. I killed him...... I can't get him back. I can't take it back."

I can't help it.

If we can't roll the time back, there's no way we can resurrect the dead or anything. My mother is dead. He killed it. With that hand, with a clear intent to kill, he killed.

That fact becomes an overwhelming reality, pushing it and enveloping consciousness.

Passing the back of the brain is the moment of killing, all the sight of the head turning into the face of my mother, which should have been only part of the statue of the goddess. Repeated over and over again.

"That's right. You know that."

My mother, so to speak, has gone so far as to let go.

"I can't take it back anymore. No matter how much you spare, regret, scratch your feet, or stand... your lost life will not return. I can't get it back. What's lost remains lost, just becomes a thing of the past and gradually weathers. That's all."

"Well, that's just an excuse."

He shook his head.

"It's just a convenient, selfish statement!

Because this is a fictional world created by one's consciousness. So everything is convenient for me and the story goes on.

"Mine, unsolicited...!

"Right. Your mother is dead. You killed him. Setuna."

My voice has changed.

At the same time, the landscape was changing. When I wondered if the kitchen had been drunk by the dark darkness, everything turned into a dark, dark world.

In the place where my mother stood, a woman who looked familiar stood.

A woman in a mourning black coat. Again, I don't know your face.

"And you despaired. To everything in this world, I've been desperate. So this is what happened."

"This... thing..."

He opened his eyes to the awesomeness of the battle played behind the woman. Is it over that temple city? The temple city is no longer erased without a trace, and even the hills of Mardar do not retain their prototype. There was no doubt that there was massive destruction, but I don't know what it was caused by.

Maybe it's by the gods, maybe it's because of what's relative to the gods.

Gods and their adversaries were fighting over the Temple City site.

Gods are the addition of Dinacia to coalition gods such as the Mayuri and Malik gods, and it is not an exaggeration when it comes to coalition forces of God.

One man is hostile to such gods.

A man wrapped in darkness with dark hair and red eyes.

Demon King.

At that moment, he understood everything.

"What are you going to do to me..."

He collapsed on the spot, and he went.

"I... I can't do this anymore. I can't do this anymore."

"What is it, no?

"It could be anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes, everything..."

Anything, I sank into despair.

It's dark in front of me, there's no light, there can't be hope, etc. All there is is is the wilderness of ignorance, the breeze blowing is thin and cold, and the spine freezes. My body and mind were out of cold, and everything had to just be lost as it was.

"You're going to renege on your promise?

"I'm almost there."

"So all the other promises, you're going to rebel. Liar."

"Whatever... I'm already..."

"Then this girl will disappear too."

"This...?

If I looked up with my doubts, a mourning woman had one girl. Similar outfits but with clear differences. That means the girl is important to Setuna.

"Rem...... why"

"Given the characteristics of this girl, you can imagine it."

"Characteristics…"

He snapped, staring at the girl.

"If I die, Lem dies too..."

"That's what I mean"

"But I haven't..."

"Yes. Exactly. He's not dead."

He shifted his gaze from the girl held by the mourning woman to the sight floating behind her.

"Isn't that right? Setuna."