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

"Ah, it's the devil..."

When I realized that I was looking at this one, it had to be dreaded.

Setsuna initially didn't know what that gaze meant, but simply followed her gaze blindly.

But where he looked back, there wasn't a group of enemies, or a vicious monster showing its menacing appearance.

It was countless corpses filling the plains that spread gently beneath the bright blue sky, many of which were the remains of enemies killed by the flashes, dozens and blows of spears he had in his hands.

Some are cut off by heavy armor that wraps around them, some are pierced through the heart and desperate, and some are decapitated and die.

Who can say it's a vivid trick to look at? Regardless, some of them have been defeated by force, but there should be no complaining. It's not self-admiration or anything like that. Setuna's mind wasn't even strong enough to be nagging in this situation.

I just killed the enemy.

Soldiers who stood at risk for their lives in order to promptly carry out the retreat of their companions. They were not even desperate for that role for which absolute death had been promised. Instead, he took his hand and challenged it as if he were brave enough to be in joy.

Only a pure intent to kill blinked there, seemingly leaving no room for any other emotions to enter. He dies instantly. Whenever Setuna's spear drew a black trajectory, one soldier's life, another, disappeared.

I couldn't afford to think about the weight of my life.

If you don't wave the spear, Setuna will be killed. No, that's not all. Those ready to die no longer had anything to fear, but would have stormed the main unit and struck the Gandhian army, even targeting Leongando's neck.

But.

"It's like a reaper."

I can hear voices threatening something from the bottom of my heart, from nowhere. Is it a whisper of far-flung soldiers? A bunch of words so small that you can't possibly hear them. But for some reason, it was reaching Setuna's ear. I don't know what caused it.

Perhaps he didn't even need to understand the meaning of words like the millions of sharpened blades.

"What the hell, that"

A despicable gaze.

"Is that His Majesty's trump card?

A voice full of malice.

"Was it true what Kamiya said about it"

Afraid.

"Was there such a monster in Gandhia..."

I'm in awe.

"Fear me... how much I care if I kill him... he"

I refuse.

(Why...?

It had emerged as a distance to lie between him and the soldiers. Will there be twenty meters gently? It was too far enough to make a mistake so as not to get in the way of the lead. Moreover, that interval seemed to be definitely spreading, albeit slightly.

The main unit is retreating.

(Why not!

He wanted to scream out loud. But the crying never made me sound, only slight air leaked out of my throat. His strength was exhausted, and standing was finally the condition. I can't even scream.

He flew around the battlefield and killed hundreds of enemies. It's weirder not to be exhausted. It's strange enough that I did that.

There must be no such thing as a student exerting so much power.

(Didn't I just kill the enemy?! I can't do anything. Instead of you, slash me, slash me, slash me! You killed him, you killed him, you killed him all! What's wrong with that! That was a mistake!

Setuna glanced at the soldiers who looked at this one on the far roll and admitted that their complexion had changed at that moment. Unusually unlikely vision recognized the change in the expression of the gap in the helmet. Even though my eyes didn't even match, that look instantly blued, or frozen.

In a nutshell, it was fear itself.

It was a reaction as if I had encountered an outside monster.

(I'm not a monster...!

Setuna was disappointed when she realized she couldn't even shake her head. My body, which was over-blooded, did not move as I thought, and I was not even free to breathe. Even the slightest amount of health left will be stripped away in pieces.

Countless gazes were watching this one. But that wasn't surprising, not to worry about Setuna's condition, but just to ask about this trend, and if you wish, to disappear from this place.

Fear, threats and aversion.

Only negative emotions are swirling.

Setuna had no choice but to despair.

Now I don't know what I fought for.

(For what...?

Setsuna asked herself. It was the question that sprung up unexpectedly that seemed like a thread to solve everything.

I didn't want praise. I can say no to that. I didn't take the weapon because I want someone to acknowledge my existence. No -.

(Are you sure? Didn't I just want you to recognize me?

Didn't you just want others to recognize your existence in this world without stopping by? Didn't you just claim to be self present and want someone to help you? Aren't you just looking for salvation?

Wasn't that why you got this black spear?

In a different world thrown out without knowing, there is nothing you can count on, only solitude fills your heart.

(Loneliness...? Me?)

Setsuna felt a mild dizziness. It's not like standing up. The light that blinks behind your eyes draws a glaring spiral, deepening the confusion. Consciousness gets cloudy and I don't know anything. My vision darkened. I won't even hear a sound.

Just before that, I think I heard someone cry.

Who would cry for such a foolish self?

With that in mind, Setuna had no choice but to laugh bitterly.

Vague darkness overshadows consciousness.

"You're an idiot, you're a real idiot"

Faria-Belfaria's merciful voice sounded like she was crying somewhere, I'm sure it wasn't misheard or anything. Although it was too much to happen by chance that her thin arm was able to hold Setuna-Kamiya's body in good time trying to collapse.

Most of all, we stayed together and didn't fall into a pile of corpses, except because she was an armed summoner who wouldn't fail to train from day to day. Her strength should not be comparable to the weak soldiers that the Gandhian army boasts, etc. I don't know what it looks like, but there must be some muscles stuck under my skin.

"Just be impotent"

From her tender mouthfeel, it may be a routine tea meal for Setuna to impose. I don't know how long Faria and Setsuna have been acting together, and I'm not interested, but I'm somewhere where curiosity is stimulated about Setsuna's unscrupulous gestures.

"What do you mean, you're not familiar with the idea of being superb here?"

Lux, speaking to the two behind him, but only his sleaze was directed at Faria. She was about to come this way, holding a bloody boy's body.

I guess I stepped on it that I couldn't even take care of myself where I was surrounded by corpses. I agree with Lux on that, but from a distance, there seemed to be no noticeable trauma to Setuna herself. Most importantly, Setuna is completely bloody. Even if it's invisible in the distance, if you come close, you might find one or two of the wounds.

Unexpectedly, an impact ran on the back of Lux's head.

"You."

Captain, Sigurd-Foliar's fist bones must have flown in. The tingling pain, though nostalgic, was not delightful. He is a son of man with Lux. I hate it when it hurts.

"He must have just done his share."

That's Jin-Krell. He is the deputy director. Do you even let the lenses of your glasses glow as usual? Whatever it is, Lux couldn't be more in tune with his thoughts.

"Really? I think he was just swinging by a weapon. He didn't seem to understand anything about the armed. Oh, but you're not even willing to risk Setuna's war effort. Don't get me wrong just there."

Though Lux said it as if it had gone aside, it was sincere. Even if it was the result of being pulled by the Summoning Army, it did so much good in the first place. It should be praised wholeheartedly. That's why Lux is driven by the urge to drink Gandia's weak soldiers.

You should be thankful, not afraid.

Nevertheless, I am unwilling to imitate such an offering at a time when it is nothing more than a mercenary. Mercenaries have their ways, and they have their ways. It won't even stir up the relationship in vain.

When it comes to the relationship between the "pale wind" and the Gandhian army, it is not always the case.

"Nobody thinks you're that little."

Pong, and to Sigurd, who had placed a big hand over his head, Lux, somehow, even remembered the smell of illumination. Looking back, Sigurd looked at the Gandhian army. I guess the figure of the soldiers asking about Setuna's trends is all too funny and irremediably pitiful, while staying up forever.

The look on Sigurd's face is extremely harsh.

"I'm more worried about this country's future than you are, I am."

There was no way Lux could have figured out how much of his heart was mixed with those floating words, etc., in person.

And I think that's fine. There was no way I could understand everything in someone else's mind, and I didn't even want to.

First, nothing but a bad taste, such as peeking into the minds of others.

(apart from that and this)

Lux, when appropriately crushed, set his gaze back forward. Faria walking with Setuna was somewhat dazzled, and he narrowed his eyes. At least her way didn't seem much better than the soldiers who just kept sidelined on the far-roll.