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

The immense divine authority converging at the end of Miendia's right hand is launched towards Setuna, wondering if it has also emitted a dazzling light.

The unspoken blow, however, did not even plunder into Setuna.

Because Setuna gently sent, and the mass of divine authority that was sent disappeared after being drunk in the narrow space of the next sky.

Even that much divine authority can only hold its shape for a short time.

The concurrent man must not exist in the narrow space of the next sky, regardless, even God with some power.

Such is the realm, what is the next narrow space in the sky?

"This otherworldly sky rejects all"

"Different skies..."

Crush and understand Miendia's words to rebel. The area that Setuna calls the next narrow space in the sky, Miendia says, they call it a different sky. I don't know if that's the name Miendia came up with independently, or what it might be from, but Setuna decided to emulate it as well.

It doesn't matter what this different spatial designation is, but it doesn't matter, so I decided to use the designation Miendia uses.

"No one, no animal, no demon, no god... not even the world will reject all of it and allow it to exist"

Miendia, abominably, said. From that voice and expression comes the fact that the Holy Emperor is wholeheartedly averse to this realm of the other sky. I could not think of it in the expression and attitude of the Holy Emperor and others who were always relaxed and tolerant. And that's what I can't help but wonder if it's the essence of Miendia.

"For that, the world exists in millions."

"That's the result of rejection."

"Reject? Who?"

"I would have said. In the other sky."

"What?"

"This other sky has divided everything"

If Setuna was surprised, Miendia put it in such a way that she could think of a distant past.

"I'm talking about far too ancient. Whatever you say, long before I was born - no, not even before the birth of the Dragon King of the Three Kingdoms. That's a story long before the millions of worlds were established... where no one remembers anymore"

"... If so, how do you know that?

"Even you should know. Everyone knows. I know, I remember."

Miendia smiles and tells. Even with that look, I didn't think it belonged to the person who had attacked me with or without saying earlier. It's like someone else, but I guess that's Miendia. Just like humans. By time and circumstance, change your face and attitude as much as possible.

The Holy King was also a human being.

No, even though he has equal power to the kings of the gods.

"... I don't know"

"It must be because I don't try to know. So I can't think of it. I can't pick it up, leaving it on the other side of oblivion. I mean, I guess that's your limit."

"Don't set one limit on your own."

"... well, fine"

Without going through Setuna's remarks or anything at all, the Holy King continues his conversation.

"The important thing is that you don't know anything. You don't know anything. Nor do I know my purpose. I don't know how beneficial or meaningful my purpose is to this world."

I don't even want to know.

In retrospect, Miendia narrowed her eyes.

"Know. You should know. And understand, and help me."

"What... no way...!

Setsuna said, screaming. Power cages in the hand holding the spear. Momentarily past the back of his brain was the various damage caused by the presence of the Holy King, the overwhelming fact that the Phalia and the others turned to their enemies. If that's all, it's still fine. How hurt and how sad they are for it. My heart trembles just to imagine. Anger burns.

But Miendia doesn't care at all.

"Sure, maybe not, but I also thought. I thought about it as I wandered through the sky."

As for Miendia, who looked over at the other sky and told him, Setuna could not strike her anger. You should be able to attack me without question, but I don't feel like attacking you. Sometimes it would have been because Miendia had been trying to discuss it unintentionally, and it would have seemed necessary to listen to Miendia.

Sure, there's something Setuna doesn't know, and maybe she should.

Kill Miendia after that.

"It's easy to kill you. But it's too much to just destroy something as powerful as you. I realized it was a loss in the world. Because you are the demon king of a million worlds, the user of that power."

"This is what I'm looking for."

"Yes."

"I don't know."

"That would be easier to understand, wouldn't it? Especially for someone like you."

I know I'm not making a fool of myself, but it was a way of saying it that I couldn't help but be received that way. Most importantly, for Setsuna, it didn't matter how Miendia said it, and I didn't feel anything about it.

"Yes... I want to use your help. If you and I join forces, the integration of a million worlds will surely work. It will certainly be quicker, more precise and more perfect than I do alone."

Miendia made it clear.

"Because we don't have to destroy you and the Demon King."

Setuna's cooperation with Miendia, I mean, that would be it. But that didn't seem to be the reason why Miendia was cowering in the fight against Setuna or that it was a hassle to fight. Miendia is full of confidence. It was as if he didn't even think about the slightest possibility of his defeat, and he seemed convinced of his entertainment victory.

And there were even signs of that, like reaching out to Setuna and the Demon King for salvation.

"What I aspire to is complete world integration. No one there, no god, no demon, it doesn't matter. Let us integrate and unite all beings, not just righteousness and evil. Beyond this abominable sky, once again, we restore everything to its original silence."

Miendia's spinning words made me uncomfortable.

"The first... silence...?

I don't know what that word means.

The only thing I know is that it just doesn't seem like the goal is to integrate a million worlds and create one.

"Mr. Setuna. Have you ever felt that?

Miendia, so to speak, has asked Setuna.

"Have you ever considered that this world is too immature and too imperfect"