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

When he noticed, the desolate earth was spreading before Setuna's eyes.

There was not a single grass tree growing, and no sign of the creature felt fine dust. The breeze blowing through is cold, and the blue sky is covering my head. Flowing clouds are sparse and the sun is not found.

"Is that the end of the world?

He snapped and smiled quickly and bitterly. The wilderness seemed to continue to the end of the horizon. I mean, this isn't the end of it.

"Is he dead? Me..."

I didn't really feel it. Regardless, it is certain that he was seriously wounded dying. If I remember correctly, I would have suffered major burns all over my body. That must have been fatal damage to the organism and seemed to be equal to the pronouncement of death.

That's just another amateur idea, though. It was shallow, childish bullshit with no medical care. But the reality of Setuna being burned all over her body is that even if she dies, it's not weird.

"If it is, it's hell, isn't it?

Crushed, Setsuna, gently clasped her shoulders. Sigh. The end of the wicked is set in hell, but fulfill, does there really exist such things as hell and heaven? If it exists, how can the soul of what has been summoned to another world reach hell or heaven?

Will what has finished my life mean that I have served as a summons?

"Different worlds…?"

Setsuna looked down at her hands. One scar I don't see on the complexion that should have been burned by the explosion flames of the Red Lotus is nothing more than proof that this is a world that diverges from reality. If reality continues, your hands should be ugly and burnt to pieces. So much so that you want to turn away.

Hold hands, make fists. The feeling was extremely realistic.

……

Feeling strange signs, Setuna raised her face. At the end of his gaze, on a desolate, dying earth, something black stood. A pitch-black object with a havoc to the point of despair looked like a long-handed weapon. It has a long tip, and its blade emits a dull light. At the tip of the grand pattern, the stone crest was embedded with gems, which also emitted a pale glow.

Black spear.

Setuna's Summoning Armed.

"How did you respond to my summons?

But Setuna's question was scratched out by a sudden storm. A strong gust shakes and distorts his vision violently. That was no longer such as strong winds. Just fierce atmospheric runoff.

Setuna was not allowed to resist.

Consciousness disappears...

――

It was the stifling and adorable eyes that jumped into Setuna's sight that had to open her eyelids with severe pain. A very worried girl's face was right in front of her. Clear blue eyes reflected Setuna's badly messed up face.

"Ah!"

Unexpectedly, the girl broke her expression. Its joyful face seemed like an angel smile. Setsuna thought that whatever she thought was not the look to be directed at herself, but there was no other such thought than to immediately dismiss it.

The acute and homogeneous pain that awakened the consciousness was causing the whole body to scream. The pain that pushes me like a torrent is merciless and runs through Setuna's body.

"I noticed! Brother, I've noticed!

It wasn't until the girl let go of her face, which was too close, that she shouted loudly enough to sound on Setuna's head. However, her voice must echo kingly in Setuna's head because she poured her whole body into what the girl shouts.

It was so loud.

"Guuuuuu"

Setuna was about to be extinguished, sandwiched by two torrential pains running around her body and a treble echoing through her head. Even with tears in his eyes, Setuna, on the other hand, realized the fact that this tremendous pain was a living reality.

(Alive...?

It was the white ceiling that extended the field of view. No, that didn't look like a definite substitute enough to say it was a ceiling. Fabric lid that doesn't look strong to see. I guess it's like a tent. Anyway, Setsuna was kind of figuring out the situation she was in.

(Did you help me?)

Apparently, you were right.

In the kind of pain that scratched my whole body, it was a struggle just to move my neck and circle my gaze. Groaning in agony, he nevertheless manages to move the gaze that was fixed toward the ceiling.

It seemed to be in the tent as Setsuna thought. The space in the tent stretched out is never narrow. Of course, there wasn't enough room to say it was huge. If it had been addressed to one Setuna, it would have been too much.

Nothing in particular. On a bed placed on the ground of stripping, Setuna seems to be put to sleep. The four sides were surrounded by fabric covers, and simple columns were erected on the four corners. I guess the cover isn't even fixed to the ground. I caught a glimpse of what was going on outside, rolling in the wind blowing out of time.

Most of all, the only peek into the gap between the wind shaking covers was the cover of another tent.

(Right. Right)

Setsuna, convinced by one, felt darkened. Nevertheless, severe pain can forcefully lift the sinking mind.

(Everything, I'm burned out...)

One, the city, everything.

In the hands of one of the men, Karan turned into hell. Wrapped in red lotus flames and burned down by the flames emitted by the man's staff.

Setuna arrived after most things were burned.

It was too late.

Nothing, but it was too late.

……

Setuna, although she bit her teeth at the palpitation, had to laugh at the next moment, along with her self-derision. I just got there sooner, I wonder. Do you even think you could have prevented all of that man's arson?

That's not possible.

With determination, Setuna narrowed her eyes. There was no way I could have done that, such as completely preventing that man from flaming. In the first place, if the city hadn't burned, it wouldn't have even recognized the existence of a man. In a place like that, if I hadn't laughed high, it wouldn't have been weird if I'd overlooked it.

And if the man hadn't set fire to the city, Setuna wouldn't have turned the spear.

……

Setuna pointed her neck at you, acknowledging that some footsteps were approaching this tent. And he was on the verge of even mild despair that he could not even feel a slight but soothing sign without signs of general severe pain subsiding. Apparently, it's not burn pain, either, but it does.

Unexpectedly, when I wondered if the cloth curtain had been opened, the girl earlier jumped in momentum.

"Brother, you're already bullying me!

The girl couldn't understand the meaning of the words she'd said with a full smile on her face, and Setsuna stopped trying to twist her neck. When you move your body a little bit, the pain increases. That was similar to the pain that everyone knew well.

"This is supposed to be a hospital room for once, Elina. Don't shout."

It was a young woman who came into the tent with a voice like Spring Wind. The sound of mercy, like the girl's rudeness, is also comforting to Setuna's earlobes.

He had slightly blue-haired dark hair with emerald green eyes. It's not like I can see it intelligently anywhere thanks to the red edge glasses. I guess it's her own air.

Wrapping a luxurious limb was a garment that accentuated the female specific irregularities. A costume that gives a dark impression somewhere, based on black and red.

"Sorry!"

"Hehe."

I guess she laughed because the girl, after all, couldn't contain the shout. Are you even excited about something? Kazuna was not blinded by the woman's style.

When Setuna is seen on a woman's limb,

The way the girl leaned her little neck was also a big cute one. But it's also not like shooting Setuna's mind. And that's an inexorable thing. Setsuna couldn't be more interested in her younger years.

(No, that's not what I'm talking about.)

Crushing to sort out the situation in his mind, Setsuna took a little deep breath. I was too ashamed of myself for the appearance of a woman. To regain calm, breathe air and vomit.

The wondrous appearance of a woman hurts quite a bit there.

"Are you a fighter?

"Oh, yeah. Yes, it is!

I guess it's because there was something wrong with this one - to her somewhat worried look, Setsuna, forced to make a smile and show it. If you mean smile at the attractive look, then it still should have been a fine smile. Tell yourself, Setuna, she held her fist in her chest. I can do it.

Nevertheless.

"Gu, giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle."

Setsuna exclaimed.

It became unimaginably painful to rush through Setuna's entire body because of the impossibility of making a smile.

"It doesn't look good!

It was a word from a girl named Elina who chased after Setuna, who stumbled on the bed.