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

"That's right, Lord Sheila"

If the armor covering Farnelia's face peels off and her face is revealed, I can clearly see that look as well. While praising Sheila for her battle, her face was somewhere conclusive.

Feel ready.

But you can't just end up like this.

"No, it's over, Farnelia"

Sheila tells.

The great nine tails of the golden-eyed white-haired nine-tail were in the middle of a thorough destruction of the “true sacrament” of Farnelia, and many of the attacks to the harsh point, which also exceeded the accelerating rate of restoration of the “true sacrament”, were awesome enough to distort the universe.

"I win, that's it"

"No, it's Master Vistahl who wins"

"Vishtal?"

"Not me, not you. Not to mention Lord Setuna."

"Ha... even if I die here, there's no way Setuna's gonna lose!

Sheila was sure about that.

Even if Vishtal is the head of the lion and the strongest of the lions, it doesn't make sense for Setuna to lose. Setsuna came here to kill the Lion God Emperor. On that road, you must have stood up and lost to Vishtar, who couldn't possibly beat the Lion God.

You must not lose.

So, win.

A more forceful conclusion than simple, but I had no doubts about Sheila.

Because I trust Setuna.

"You truly believe in Lord Setuna..."

"Even you, right? I'm here because I believe you."

Vishtar.

It was because I absolutely trust you that I was reborn, even if it was fruitful, I didn't leave, I followed you.

And I stood in front of Sheila.

As for the strength of that thought, there is no question.

"Yeah. So you can't just end up like this."

It was when Farnelia went like screaming.

Sheila looked over her head, struck by an unusual sensation. There floats the light back sun that Farnelia was hovering over his head, but it reminded him of a certain celestial phenomenon, as the surface of that sun was covered in dark shadows.

Eclipse.

It's that phenomenon where the sun is covered in shadows and the night of the day comes.

Sheila immediately attacked her back with a bad feeling. The beating by the tail of the crushing ended in emptiness, however, as the moment he touched the shadow covering the sun, he tried to be sucked in from the tip of the tail and disappeared.

No, it's not a raw gentle thing called emptying, etc. The majority of the tail of the crushing attempt to punch the back of the light was sucked into the shadow of the sun and disappeared.

Though the tail was pulled back and restored without watermark, the area of shadow covering the sun becomes wider even while doing so.

"What...?

"The sun and moon are missing, and if everything is drunk by darkness, the feast of this star's sea will also close the curtain. That's just it. That's all..."

"Farnelia, are you..."

Sheila turned her attention to Farnelia's face, not because she gave up fighting it. Instead, he kept fighting thoroughly. Attack the sun covered in shadows as it continues to destroy the "true sacrament” in order to find the “nucleus” of Farnelia.

But the attacks by the arrows and spears you created also ended up emptying. You should have attacked an area that wasn't covered in shadows, but you were taken in by the shadows and disappeared. Apparently, it can be drawn to the shadows. That, too, seems to be a pretty powerful suction, and Sheila herself had the feeling she was attracted to it.

"Is that all right?"

"It's okay, now"

There was something similar to giving up on Farnelia.

"I, Farnelia the Lion. If it exists to be the power of Master Vistahl, and for that it is to be extinguished, then the main hope"

"... right"

Sheila looked over her head. The sun's light back was no longer completely hidden in the shadows. Even the glowing contours are lost, and the universe itself melts into the dark.

"I don't like that."

And the faint shadow swallowed everything.

The golden-eyed white-haired nine-tailed giant body, the sheila in it, the farnelia, the sea of stars, everything was sucked into the darkness.

Nothing.

No sound, no sign.

Such a feeling, like after it's all over.

(... Done, huh?

Sheila asks herself:

(No, it's not. It's not over yet.)

Because I'm conscious.

Being conscious, thinking and being able to ask oneself means nothing more than not being dead. More importantly, I'm in pain. The pain causing the whole body seemed to be gradually greater and stronger.

Is the shadow that sucked Sheila into every giant beast trying to extinguish everything she took in, or is it for another reason?

At least, there was no doubt that the golden-eyed white-haired nine-tailed giant was collapsing.

Otherwise, Sheila can't feel pain herself.

Giant beasts, so to speak, are armor. Rigid, unbreakable armor braided with nine tails.

That's what destroyed it.

I mean, in any case, it was only a matter of time before Sheila died as it was.

(That's... I don't like that)

Sheila thought sincerely.

I'm sorry for dying here.

Live on the battlefield, die on the battlefield.

Since when, I thought so.

I was trying to assume that it was all about me and what my life was all about. I can't live without it. If you don't, you have no place of your own.

To Abard, nowhere.

That's why he was doing Beast Princess and all that.

That's what changed.

We met, but we changed.

"Sister!

(Huh...?

Sheila was stunned by the voice that ran through her brain unexpectedly.

'Please don't die! There are so many things I want to talk about......!

(Sail......?

The whole-body spiritual scream belonged exactly to Sheila's real brother. She therefore wonders. Why are you hearing my brother here?

Sayle is in Dragon House, and this is a dark space in isolated space. As Sail screamed, it couldn't have reached Sheila.

Because I can't think of anything other than phantom hearing.

But for the phantom, it felt too real imminent.

So what is it?

"Lord Sheila. I can only pray for your resurrection. I want you to forgive me for that. '

What was then heard was the voice of Saran-Kilclade, whose repentant voice had something to shake his soul.

It is not an illusion or anything.

Sheila came to be so convinced by the power of his voice.

(Forgive me or nothing...)

There's no choice, she thinks.

Sheila didn't know that Saran survived the Great Destruction herself, and she didn't have time to make sure he survived and look around.

It just makes me cry over the fact that he survived a hell of a world and is still alive.

I was happy.

I still have one person who remembers and thinks about me.

That fact empowers Sheila.

(Hey, buddy)

In the pain that afflicts my whole body, from my right hand, a deep love is pouring in.

I want to live.

So I told him.

(With everyone... with Setuna!

I want to live.