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

"Why, why not...?

Setuna had no choice but to be confused by unexpected circumstances.

Whether it's chaos bringers, mail-of-doers, or other family members, they're all subpoenaed. It is a weapon or protective device summoned by the art of armed summons and has a definite contract with Setuna. If the summons is not returned by the summoner, the summons should remain in place.

And Setuna didn't repatriate.

Not to mention, he wasn't in the condition where he had to be repatriated.

It was only a matter of neglect and disappearance, and that was the impossible.

A big case is a big one too.

Never before has Setsuna encountered such a situation when she began using armed summonses.

If there is a cause, I can't think of anything other than the abnormality that happened to Setsuna earlier.

I mean, it's a spatial transfer.

It's unthinkable in common sense, but I could only assume that the subpoena weapon had vanished for some reason beyond what was happening in reality, for example, it would be natural to think in association with this space transfer.

The biggest reason is that I can't think of any other reason or cause.

"Why, naturally."

Unexpectedly, wondering if she could hear a mellow, sweet voice in her ear, Setsuna realized that she had been embraced from behind. I remember too much for the soft meat feel, a little. but even as I jumped away, I was feathered tight and unable to move. And the more she scratched her feet, the more her body seemed to devour them, and she felt like her spine would freeze to the sensual sensation of it even.

"Duh, what happened!?

Setuna looked back at the woman who would strangle herself with wings.

Then the smelling beauty's face was nearby and breathed out. The sweet breath makes my brain seem to swing just by sniffing lightly. It's as if it's also a force to blunt consciousness in the breath itself.

Otherwise, your consciousness can't be blurred just by sniffing your breath.

There are always women around Setuna who have endured so much in their relationship with them.

Besides, even if the woman had some magic in her breath, she was a convincing opponent.

A red-eyed woman with dark hair. Such a woman, like Shimmer in one form. You can call me a witch. I've been entangling him in Setuna without sparing any fleshy, glossy limbs, but he couldn't imagine at all, nor could he understand, what that meant with what intent.

However, I know that she has such a place.

It is the family of the Demon King and his belly - the Mail of Doater.

"This is the world of demons."

"Demon Realm!?

Setsuna noticed herself accidentally raising her bare voice, but there was no way she could have gotten it back, and she didn't want to see Mail of Dotor laughing in a dazed face.

Laughing and releasing Setuna, the Mail of Dotor wore a costume that was too often unchanged in phase and did not look very much like a being summoned as an armored summoning weapon.

Speaking of which, the other relatives are the same, even the black spear is the same, but among them, the Mail-of-doer in particular felt the difference between the summoning armed form and the body was intense.

"Yes, this is the world of demons."

I heard a calm man.

Turn around, after all, a man in black stood. Red shining eyes on dark hair are the same as Mail of Dotor, but they look and look very different. The gender is different. Most importantly, the difference in gender is just an appearance, and I have no idea what it is.

They're not human.

Demon.

What belongs to the demon and is with the demon.

He is the minister of the Demon King and the hand and foot of the Demon King.

And the man, Lance of Designer - that body.

"Demon Realm......"

Crush the language of Lance of Designer against each other and return to posture. Mail of Dotor is still looking at this one and giggling damned, but Setuna wasn't a witch and kept her gaze on the demon.

"Hell then... don't you"

Setsuna, although surprised, knew clearly already and understood that this was not hell. The landscape of hell, which has been trained and familiar for two years, is something similar and different from here.

Hell is more miserable and desperate.

In that regard, this heaven and earth are not as desperate as hell, even alive.

"Hell is just one of a few hubs"

By the assertion of Lance of Designer, one convinces.

If they say so, I could only assume so, and there is no point in pinching objections or disputing them. Anyway, Setuna doesn't have the material to deny what they said. Besides, there's no reason for them to lie to Setuna.

And more importantly, there is the absolute fact that they are manifesting themselves.

That was more proof than anything that this was the demonic world and the world they were supposed to be in.

There is only one reason why the summoning arm disappears independently of the summons's return by the summoner.

It was when he moved into the world where the summoning weapon was supposed to be, with the summoning weapon in his hand.

This is the case when the Phalia and the others travel to their different worlds by the final trials of Azmaria. Having traced the bond between the summoning armed and the world, and to the other world, they lost sight of the summoning armed. Because a summoning armed is a surgical conversion of what exists in different worlds into weapons and protective equipment, and if it is the world where it is supposed to be, there is no reason to be converted into weapons and protective equipment.

The same thing happened when the body of Mail of Dotor and Lance of Designer appeared in front of Setuna.

That would mean that both the demon world and hell are their share.

"The Demonic Realm is our home"

"The Demonic Realm is Your Majesty's Knee"

"The Demonic Realm is the place where the Genus of Demons is born and dies"

The first voice was that of a rough man. It would be Axe of Ambition.

The next voice is the voice of a sleepy boy. I can't think of anything but Rod of Envy.

The third is the voice of the old man. It's a mask of spare.

If you look around, each of the three wanted it on this occasion with a corresponding attitude. They are all dressed close to blackcrumbs, but is there anything to decide? Maybe it's Demon King's hobby, or maybe it just fits Demon King's iconic black.

Or is it the result of trying to add red eyes to dark hair and make something else even in common?

Because the hearts and minds of the bellies feel much better.

Most of all, no sleep-eating boy, no rough devastating man, no desperate old man, can think of anyone he wants to get along with.

"That's why. Welcome to the demonic world, Setuna."

And the last time I've said that was the girl's voice.

Edge of Thurst.

More obsessed with Niewe than Setuna, she stared at this one with unchanging indifference.

In other words, Six Bellies have gathered momentum.