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

And Kuon-Kamiya, the patron of the Thirteenth Apostle and Divine Reason.

As the Apostle of the Lion God, he has also been certified as the Apostle of the Holy Emperor, even if he stands before Setuna as his strongest enemy, having flipped his position by his sincerity, become the enemy of the Lion God Emperor, and has done everything in his power to destroy the Holy Emperor Miendia.

All the manoeuvres devoted to the defeat of the Holy Emperor, ironically, have become for the resurrection of Miendia, and his life itself has been glorified and praised as if it had been for the Holy Emperor.

In the first place, Miendia's perceptions and alterations have dramatically changed Quon's position from the final war to the Great Destruction to the Holy Demon War, and his perception of the role itself.

Quon said that he was the guardian of the mirror of divine reason, a countermeasure prepared by Azmaria, who foresaw the arrival of Setuna the Demon King.

And Quon, living in his mission, died in his mission.

It was a noble sacrifice to save the world.

It became a dependency for the complete resurrection of the Holy Emperor Miendia, crushing the ambitions of Setuna the Demon King - and is.

The perception alteration by Miendia means that it extends not only to Setuna, but also to the various events entangled in Setuna.

"I don't know, everything's bullshit."

"Really, what's wrong with you?"

"There's no way we can do that."

I remember that when Ragna laughed rarely and bitterly, neither Faria nor Miliu could have been more than flabbergasted.

The same is true of the Phalia, who have become the enemies of Setuna through the alteration of perceptions by Miendia and who have struck a fierce hatred.

If recognition did not return, it must still be noted that I would have continued to have hostility towards Setuna, and that for the rest of my life, I would not have changed my perception.

With exceptions like Midgard, what appears to know the truth about that battle, correct perception, etc.?

Even Dragon King Ramlesia, not even the gods, have traced the truth of altered perceptions, altered memories. Not to mention that it was something called cruelty to just ask for it from a human being, and the same thing about making it an Imperial Demon or a dragon. That nothing was helpless in front of Miendia's extremely powerful powers.

Therefore Setuna also had nothing to say to Phalia about it.

I have no choice.

If you can't resist, you can't dial it out on your own.

Absolute alteration.

If we tried to make Miendia, which once even changed the shape of the world, it would never have been difficult to alter the perception of all mankind, no, all the inhabitants of Iles Valles.

It is also true that it is a little painful to think of the Quon, which has been transformed into a saint and added to the members of the Apostle of the Holy Emperor by the effects of such tampering.

Quon never fought for the Holy King and died for the Holy King.

(For someone other than myself...)

Weren't you always altruistic, not even thinking about yourself, being like him as if the spirit of self-sacrifice had taken one form, and living?

I don't want to think so.

In a changed world, with the exception of Setuna and others such as those who remember the truth about Quon, I wonder, for him, what such a thing is.

As long as the world is safe, that's fine.

I could smash Miendia's ambitions.

I was able to fulfill Azmaria's grief and free her from that cursed fate.

I could give Setuna back alive...

It's like him, the only way he can do it.

If you move your gaze to Sheila's side reading the newspaper in the shade of a tree, she's staring back at us.

Leaving the battlefield for three years. Her expression also softened considerably.

Living on the battlefield, dying on the battlefield - I guess I had set such a way of life on my mind. For her, maybe nothing was more boring than these peaceful and extreme days, but still, after two years, it seemed to adapt as well. Nowadays, I was so used to this life that I spent my extra energy farming and competing with everyone else on how delicious vegetables could be grown.

"Speaking of which, don't you know where Faria and Eryl are?

"Those two would have gone to Tsukasa."

Tsukasa.

It's a little far away.

That's why.

"Hmm?"

Pick him up.

"... oh yeah"

Nodding, Setuna grabbed the little flying dragon over her head with one hand. A flying dragon big enough to fit in the palm of his hand has extended his beautifully rounded body as its emerald, with his elongated neck pointing this way.

"What?"

"I asked."

"... at all, a rough lord of dragon men"

"Whatever, you're the demon king of a million worlds. Our Setuna."

"Of course."

When Sheila laughed, she reacted that Ragna didn't have to laugh either.

And when I got out of Setuna's hand, I immediately perverted it and showed it to him.

From Little Flying Dragon, to Big Flying Dragon.

Boasting several times the volume of Setuna's flesh, it was shamelessly fierce and intimidating in the name of the Flying Dragon, with beauty and glamour on it. The sunlit, emerald-colored scales are like living gems.

"You may ride now, my tyrant."

"Oh, please, my dragon king."

Turning his back on this one, Setuna jumped on that back with gratitude against Ragna, who gave in to his body.

Tsuka is located on the northern coast of Vash Island.

Tsukasa was the first to be made by Setsuna and the others as they moved to Vash Island.

Tsuka.

Yes, the Setunas are calling.

Not that I don't have any other words to say, but that makes me feel too direct, and I really call it this way.

Just a short distance from the dwellings of the Setunas on the hill. That is a consolation tablet, so to speak.

Those who lost their lives in the battle ahead, to comfort and quell all their souls, and also to remember the events of that day.

That a battle was fought that day that hung the fate of a million worlds. that numerous lives were lost in doing so. Azmarian, Quon's, and Miendia's readiness - that various thoughts have staggered, clashed, and scattered. There are too many lost things, and getting them back will never come true.

Still, I have to live.

For the dead - and so on - is just the convenience that the survivors use to deceive themselves.

But still.

With that in mind, the Great Flying Dragon Ragna runs through the sky.

Fly gently high enough to see to the far horizontal side under a clear blue sky.

If you walk away, it's quite a distance, if you get on Ragna's back, you're flying away.

I quickly saw Tsukasa.

In front of the tsuka, which was launched on a small high hill in the northern coast of Vash Island, as Sheila said, there was Faria and Eryl Alm, who seemed to be both praying.