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

"You think it's an unfortunate mistake?

"Yes."

Miendia nods without even cowering.

"'Cause, right? Mr. Leongand became the lion god emperor and sprinkled despair on Iles Valle, as well as the“ great destruction ”of a natural mutation, because no one knew how to think of me, reborn after hundreds of years. If I had known that I did not want the destruction of Iles Valais, but would bring true peace and happiness to a million worlds, Mr. Quon would not have been sacrificed, nor would there have been a“ great destruction "."

Setsuna, I just have to ask.

"And Mr. Leongand will also become the Lion God Emperor"

That means that there is no world after the Great Destruction, but there is also the inevitable.

"But... in order for you to be resurrected, didn't you need to perform the ritual? I thought you needed a lot of blood and death! There was a final war."

"It's also an unfortunate mistake."

"What?"

"By the time the three forces had set in motion for the Promised Land, all the sacrifices necessary for my resurrection had already been made."

Hearing the shocking facts, Setsuna was just flabbergasted.

So, what the hell was that war?

"The technique I carved into the continent lived for five hundred years. Was one, in the meantime, able to live quietly? Were you able to continue living in peace and tranquillity? I wouldn't have been able to. The warring kingdom turmoil that took my death as an opportunity lasted forever. Blood flowed, and death filled me, and my soul alone waited for the ritual to be completed."

"I mean... you want me to say you didn't need a final war, you..."

"Yeah... you will"

Miendia looked sad somewhere. I just said I was sorry for the massive amount of lives lost by the final war, and I didn't like her attitude like that for Setuna.

"Again, there's nothing more to this than an unfortunate mistake. Do you understand why the three forces fought the final war?

"... because the gods behind them fought over the Promised Land."

"Yes, Naria, to Evel, to the Vashtara gods, they were all making a big mistake."

"Mistake......?

"It seems that they thought that only those who had acquired the“ Promised Land ”would be sent back by me, the resurrected. So the gods sought out the“ Promised Land ”so that they could contend with each other and develop into the final war. It's all a tragedy that happened because I, the resurrected, did not know the normal thing of sending all the gods who had once made a covenant back equally."

Miendia mourned.

The fear that if we do not find the "Promised Land” as soon as possible, we will not return to the world in which we are supposed to be, and that we will be bound forever to the Illus Valle, is something only the gods, the parties, will know. It was incomprehensible, however, the circumstances under which the gods were hanging all their spirits and fighting over the "Promised Land”. But there was no way I could be convinced that the actions of such gods would just end in a conjectural mistake, etc.

Come to think of it, it's natural, but it is.

"You couldn't work for the gods. You didn't have to argue, and you couldn't say a word?

"Because the dead have no mouth."

"... right"

"But don't worry now. Before that, there will be no such unfortunate mistakes."

"That's... the integration of the world."

"Name and Answer"

Miendia smiled in praise of Setuna's good sense of perception. Regardless, Setuna couldn't be happier or better off with such a smile on her face. Rather, my stomach swells.

Completely and perfectly, the Holy Emperor Miendia has no clearance to enter. It is obvious that it would be useless to bump into anger, and we can only listen to that story, beyond being allowed to drain our power in a meaningless way. I also think about forcefully creating gaps, but that's not easy either.

"Why do such unfortunate mistakes occur? Why is it that every one of them contends with each other in every matter, and a clash arises, and clashes, and snatches, and kills each other? Why can't we discuss, forgive, acknowledge, and understand each other? Can't everyone just do the simple thing of living? Why is the world so unequal, uneven, unstable and incomplete? Why is it so unreasonable - have you ever had such a question?

Asked by Miendia and others, Setuna had no choice but to open her mouth.

"Even if there is. So what? I don't know how much you thought."

"No, I have the answer."

Miendia shook her head. There was strength in a statement full of certainty.

"In all the first, original silence, there was a complete"

In the space indicated by Miendia, a huge mass of light appears. Unlike the lumps of light created by Miendia's divine authority, it was somehow something to feel nostalgic about.

Is that the complete thing that existed in the original silence and doings?

"Everything was filled, there was no dispute, no clash, no need to take away from each other, no possibility of even developing into a kill, there was just something complete. It was eternal and immortal, all-knowing and all-powerful. But at one point, it was divided."

Huge chunks of light scatter and splash in all directions. And then, at the tip of the splash, they each made a sphere.

"Divided into millions of worlds, divided into numerous beings, divided into numerous lives, divided into numerous races, divided into numerous minds, divided into numerous ways of thinking, into numerous philosophies, into numerous ideas, into numerous wills. Just as there were millions of different skies between the world and the world, there were walls between many beings, and everything was divided."

Are the myriad shades of myendia in myriad spheres the myriad beings, the myriad creatures?

"Eventually, there will be discord among all things,"

Only one of those countless spheres was drawn to Miendia at hand. If you look closely inside that sphere, you can see the earth, thinking of it as an extremely small but former Wargrain continent. The earth has also been split apart. As if there had been a “great destruction”.

"One being, which should have been completely and perfectly, somehow split apart, led to various ways of thinking, conflicts, clashes, confrontations, hurt each other, snatch each other, kill each other..."

Miendia has turned her gaze here as she erased all the spheres in her hands and those that were floating around her.

"Don't you think it's a sad thing?

"... that's another sad story."

"You don't believe me, do you?

"Suddenly someone tells me there's no such thing as a clap, and I believe it's true."

Tell him to throw it away, and Setuna glanced at Miendia.

Miendia explained how the world was made.

"Besides. I know exactly what you're up to. Then you'll have to stop it."