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

Destroy the Holy Emperor Miendia.

The Demon King declared so.

Setuna has no idea how significant the proclamation of the Demon King means and how big a shock it has become to run through the millions of worlds and reach Iles Valle. I don't know, but I can understand that it's a hell of a thing.

The Demon King did not move five hundred years ago.

Also at the time of the final war a few years ago, he was in the demon world or hell to see the trend.

Even this period did not move from Mizuna, leaving Setuna to move. Setsuna, the guardian of the Demon King's staff, left it to him.

He said it suddenly moves.

Destroying the Holy King.

Setuna tried to ask the Demon King, but she didn't speak. He is attacked by such a sense of force and intimidation that he does not have a say or anything in front of the Demon King.

"Why, now... you think"

The demon king tried to peek into Setuna's face and went. It is clear not only from the reaction of the Demon King but also from the belly hearts that it is not only said that it is a prospect such as the thought of Setuna, and I guess it is. It is the bellies who have understood more in Setuna's heart than Setuna, and have poked the truth at her.

"There's one reason. Because you failed."

The demon king, in a cold voice, pushed him away.

He was no longer interested in Setuna, and all he said was that he had no emotions whatsoever.

(Fail...?

What are you talking about, Setsuna thought, but couldn't ask in her voice. I don't have a voice like my throat is tied. I feel like I can't even breathe. No, on the contrary, there was a chance that I could finally stand.

Why are we being cornered so far?

Why is it so urgent?

Various emotions, such as irritability and irritability, become intertwined.

(Oh......)

And Setuna realized, once again.

Maybe this is what despair is all about.

"But I don't care. It has always been the same. Over and over again... I fell into despair when I showed hope. Countless times... it's something I've been repeating."

The Demon King, staring at Setuna, was pointing this way not at Setuna himself, but at her as if she was looking out for the far other side of it. Far beyond. The other side of space-time that is different from here. No, I had that feeling, like I was putting my thoughts on a forgotten, distant past.

And it was one emotion in those eyes.

Deeper than night, more comatose than darkness, a bottomless darkness...

(Desperate...?

Isn't it the demon king who is desperate?

No, that's probably why I'm the Demon King.

Turn him into the demonic king, a demon that spreads to a group of different worlds called the Million Worlds, ruler of chaos and destruction, crying and death-rightening of despair, ruler of evil tyranny - that's who he is and what he calls the Demon King of the Million Worlds.

If it existed so much, it wouldn't be surprising if it was more desperate than anyone else.

Rather, it is convincing.

Just because I was convinced and understood, the situation remains the same.

"This time, I thought you were the one... apparently it was my mistake"

He seemed heartless. Just like you said you could have served your purpose in a little while. He said he could have fulfilled his grief with one more push. All the time.

I hope you were expecting Setsuna.

"You have fallen into despair and your hopes have been crushed"

The Demon King, in a frozen voice, affirmed.

Setuna had no objection, and there was no way she could have given an opinion. Desperate. Despair is spreading from the depths of my heart to the whole, eroding everything.

"Therefore, let me rise. Let us invade the Illus Valle with all the forces of the demonic kingdom, defeat, destroy and destroy the Holy King and his children. As a result, Iles Valle will perish, but it will not. Forward, there is sacrifice. If it is for the harmony of a million worlds, there is no such thing as one world doomed. You bet, Setuna."

The Demon King, when he uttered terrible things, went on to ask for his consent.

"That's how you've come about."

I could not divert my gaze from the eyes of the Demon King, nor could I block my ears from his words. Look, listen, feel, I had to think. I had to take it directly from the front.

The Word of the Demon King penetrates Setuna's heart as if it were a powerful and incomparable spell, sinking into the darkness of despair.

I could see despair melting into despair and transforming it into a deeper, more comatose darkness.

But I can't stop it.

"All enemies who take my hand, take my wand, wave black spears, and stand should have defeated, slaughtered, and exterminated without mercy of any kind. And that's the bloody victory that's given you the glory and the future."

The light shines in the back of the brain.

Glorious golden age.

My days as a hero bringing glory to Gandia.

But if you give it back, it was a bloody day.

Setsuna's whereabouts were on the battlefield. It was only by killing enemies on the battlefield, slaughtering enemies, destroying enemies, building mountains of corpses and creating rivers of blood that Setuna's existential significance was born and worthy of being. I had to fight. I had to keep fighting.

Keeping killing enemies.

That was the only reason Setuna existed.

So I kept killing him.

I kept killing until it was unnecessary.

Killing one was not so much an exaggeration as a massacre, and when I realized it, I was stepping deep into an area where I could never return.

This hand is covered in blood, and the soul is covered in resentment and curse.

"He has slaughtered and killed numerous enemies, trampled numerous corpses, and grabbed numerous victories. That's you. Not that our sacrifice for victory is an exception?

"... I don't want to."

At last I thought, I heard a voice. Probably because the Demon King allowed him to speak. That's why I was able to utter words.

That's why it can't be said.

"There is no mistake in what you say. It's all right. That's how I've lived. Without relying on your power, without realizing the horror of it, no, pretending not to, fighting, fighting, fighting through... so I've taken countless lives."

Standing on countless corpses.

I've never forgotten that fact.

So I also understand that you are not supposed to be allowed to exist.

"I don't know, anything. I don't like everything."

Setuna affirmed.

That I'm here now because I've made the sacrifices I need to make to move forward. Both in the Golden Age of Gandhia and in the days since the Great Destruction, we have been able to reunite with our companions because we have made the necessary sacrifices and killed the enemies to be killed. Some of them would have shed tears by it, and there shouldn't be a few wounded and fallen ones.

There is now because I have meditated my eyes from the presence of such victims.

Regardless, since the “Great Destruction," we have been fighting on the basis of the idea that if we don't have to kill it, we have never crossed it, and we intend to take every possible way not to take victims. But still, it wasn't enough. Setsuna is not an Almighty God or anything.

What's in your hand is the power of destruction.

Even if you can help, that's all.

The victims could not be completely eliminated.

Still, I had to move on.

And I've made excuses that some sacrifice is unavoidable.

In the case of the Demon King, it's just that it was world-wide.

The difference with the Setunas is just the size of the sacrifice.

Denying the Devil King's word is nothing more than an act of shelving what we have done.

So I don't deny it. Although.

"But that's why I'm stopping you here."

Setuna stared at the Demon King, clenching her trembling fist.