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

Most importantly, it will depend on Lem's actions in the future if that reasonable conclusion is correct.

Rem, of course, wasn't going to take this illusion on him, and he was willing to get out of fiction, even soon. We know it's in surgery. It is easier to break than to know that this is a hallucination and a virtual statue.

Yes, I could.

(Nevertheless... this tent...)

When he thought that far, Rem noticed himself walking unconsciously over to the tent and hung on. It turns out we're in the fantasy that Weselnil created, but we can't let our guard down.

That's why.

The moment I saw a tent nestled in the middle of a snowfield, it must have been because memories of a distant past had been evoked.

(I mean, this is... this tent is... then -)

Past the back of your brain are years old memories.

We traveled alone in the land of Kruselk. Setsuna and I are alone. No matter, it's not just a journey. It was just part of the operation, and the Lems were on a mission and headed to their destination.

A long way to go.

Naturally, we have to go wild. Tented the tent and spent the night.

I can't forget what happened that night.

There was no way I could do that, such as erase the feel of my hands from my memory when I tried to strangle Setuna.

And the next morning, the snow that had fallen overnight was turning the outside of the tent into a silver world on one side.

The tent is right in front of you.

Therefore, Rem couldn't hide his upset, and was confused by his upset self. Why should we be upset as fantasies have been in the past? Why, my heart is disturbed and my palpitations are getting more intense.

I don't know.

Without knowing, she was peeking into the tent.

(What are you doing, me)

I warn myself, but my body won't stop. I could no longer do anything about it because it was something I had peered into the tent and found someone wrapped in a thick futon in its dim darkness.

When I noticed, I was entering the tent and sitting on the person's pillow.

If I looked down, there was the sleeping face of a boy who remained unbearable.

"Setuna......"

I realized the fact that I had called the boy's name out loud, and I hurriedly blocked my mouth, but it was too late.

Setsuna opened her lid and was looking at this one. I guess the only reason my eyes don't seem to focus is because I'm awake. Having had various experiences, Setsuna is nice as it has been rough, but Setsuna, which remains of the novelty these days, is not bad either. Not bad at all, Rem thinks.

"What? You look weird..."

"Heh, weird face, is it?

"That's right. You look like a ghost."

The boy made a rare joke.

Setuna by this time, still immature, was felt everywhere as a boy. Yet the style of the fierce warriors has already begun to drift, something that should not have looked so uneven. He said it was too dangerous to leave him alone. So didn't one gather around him?

I think so now.

Rem laughed as he accidentally stretched out and pulled his hand in.

"... that's odd to say"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"Your husband means the ghost of the past."

In response to Rem's remarks, Setuna looked suspicious as a boy. I guess I feel that look as unusual because nothing is too different from the current reality of Setsuna right now. The impression you get is very different, even though the shape of your face is not changing.

The passage of time was neither cruel nor cruel, I did not think, but it was not that Rem hated Setuna now or anything.

The past is the past, the present is the present.

"Worse, yeah."

"Am I the ghost of the past? What the hell was that?

"So that's enough. Such farce."

Rem said coldly toward the confused boy.

If this is a fantasy, if it's a fiction created by Weselnil, then we should have to shake it off with a strong will. Otherwise, he must have been possessed by the ghosts of the past and lost sight of the present.

"It doesn't work for me."

"So what have you been up to? It's not all I don't know."

"... if that's how you really think you'll be fooled if you keep going, dear Hate. It is now that I live. You can't tie me up in the past."

Tell him, turn his back.

The signs of Setuna, like a hasty sigh, had disappeared in the next moment. Is it because you got out of the tent, or not?

When I went outside the tent, it wasn't a silver world on one side, etc.

Dark darkness.

With the stars blinking overhead, I can see that it's night. A night of fiction. Fantasy night. The frozen air seemed to stain my spine.

"Alive? That's not true."

What I heard from behind was a familiar man's voice.

"You're dead, Rem."

"… now, is it you"

Turning around, there stood a Phantom who was almost no longer remembering. Black masked man in black. There is no doubt that he is Craig Zem-Midnas, who led the Reaper unit in Gibelle.

And look around and also think about where you are.

A space that should be asleep in the depths of memory.

Where Rem lost his life.

"What's that look? You don't seem very comfortable."

"Right. I'm unhappy, I'm super unhappy."

"... what?

I guess Rem's answer was unexpected for Craig, reproduced from her memory. My voice was trembling.

Craig had that place.

All in all, I was just thinking about proceeding the way I wanted, and I was a man who would do everything I could for it and get into action. So, I guess. Faced with unexpected circumstances, I can't stay calm as soon as possible.

"You're a smart girl. It's not that I don't know who makes me pretend to be alive. But how can you say that? What are you gonna do?

"Thank you very much."

Rem didn't have to laugh.

"Of course, I'm grateful to you. Craig Zem-Midnas"

In the darkness of the city at night when there was not even a crowd, Rem thought so from the bottom of his heart.

"Because thanks to you, I kept living in falsehood and getting to the truth"

"Truth?"

Now Craig laughed. I've laughed and mocked a lot.

"It's a crappy world stray. Your raw is false. Your life is tentative. Your presence is fiction. Your future is a fantasy. There is no such thing as you getting to the truth. No matter how you fix it, that's the truth. That's reality."

"Right."

Rem walked out toward Craig. About ten steps away. In the meantime, Craig did nothing.

It's a fiction.

She touched Craig's chest with her hand as she broke it in her chest.

"But it's not about you being fictional."

Then the existence of fiction disappeared and lost, and the circumstances surrounding Lem changed dramatically.