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

Setuna was chasing Azmaria-Altemax and a crimson woman. I don't mind if they notice. No, maybe I'd rather be noticed. Exactly, you won't recognize the human being Mizuto summoned and silence him.

(Are you sure?

The suspicions that arose in Setuna's head were unshakeable. Anyway, when it comes to Azmaria-Altemax, he is Teng himself who summoned Setuna to this world, and despite that, he disappeared somewhere without teaching us his knowledge or common sense about this world.

All I can say is it's terrible. But without time to be angry or dissatisfied with her, the situation surrounding Setuna changed dramatically.

A drastic change.

The battle in Karan, the encounter with Faria and the encounter with Leongand. Everything changes.

Unknown world. Without a stopover, I don't know the right or left. Still, I was desperate to move on. There were times when I was dying.

As a mercenary to Gandia, he wielded his power as an armed summoner. We made it work. Everyone had an unthinkable outcome. No one should have been able to complain so much about the war effort......

That's good.

I think that's a pretty good thing. It's no wonder you're in a state of wild death somewhere, but you're lucky because you can live like this thanks to meeting and connecting with different people.

To do that, the power of the spear also served twelve good. It can be said thanks to the spear. No, if it weren't for the spear, he'd be dead by now. In the city of Karan, I would have lost my life in flames. If it weren't for the spear, I wouldn't have jumped into the flames, because I can't say enough.

So, that's good.

Setuna secretly affirmed. Thanks to Azmaria throwing me out, I admitted to the fact that I was here right now.

But still, Setuna had to go after Azmaria. I have a lot to ask. What is true and what is a lie? What is she who is called after two names?

A number of questions disappeared behind Setuna's brain.

Mars District Boulevard.

Setsuna, stay away from the crowd you're after. The direction is south - that is, towards the center of the Wang capital. Nevertheless, we do not know the destination.

Second, questions arise. I wonder why no one cares about the Red Lotus woman moving slowly through the crowd. Azmaria-Altemax is a breathtaking beauty for everyone. It can be called an extinct beauty.

Despite that, there was nothing to pay attention to what Azmaria looked like. You're supposed to be in the sight of people passing by. Of course, there are no people in the city who would react to a lot of things, but they don't react too well. It was as if everyone was not aware of her very existence, and as if only Setuna captured what Azmaria looked like.

(Why?

I don't have all the questions, but I don't have time to think.

In doing so, I saw Azmaria break down the boulevard to the right and enter the alley. Setuna rushed after her so she wouldn't lose sight of her. I felt compelled to break through the waves of people filling the streets, but not if I was worried.

If you lose her now, it's not like you know when you'll see her again.

Boulevard to a narrow alley. There was no way to grasp the full story of the city, which had entered like a labyrinth, and Setsuna just had to go after her. Even if she lost her appearance slightly, she could be painfully tracked by following the discomfort that oscillated from her.

Proceed from an unpopular alley to an alley.

Azmaria's footsteps were relaxed and she could not see one stray.

……

Setuna stopped her leg because Azmaria, who was moving forward, accidentally stopped. Setuna immediately let herself dive into the shadows of the building. Kill your breath.

"Why hide?

"... somehow"

In response to Azmaria's grudging words, Setuna told her that she would not be offended if she showed herself before her. That was a word out of my heart. In fact, there is no reason why Setuna should not be found by her. Because I went after him to meet him and listen to him.

"You're no different."

You're the one.

In retrospect, Setuna smiled bitterly at her stupidity. I was frustrated by Azmaria's nose, and what I was supposed to say and hear blew out of my head. This failure is no longer likely to be recovered for the time being.

In the middle of an idle alley, there is the figure of Azmaria-Altemax. Burning bright red hair and golden eyes are no different than they were when I saw them before. The beauty was the same enough to remember the dizziness. If I were to raise just one different point, it would be a costume wrapped around that fleshy limb. It is not a blood-like, deep red coat, but a darker jacket of pitch black than the darkness of night. It seemed to add enough luster to her smell to stand.

Most likely, you won't get the same results as Azmaria when someone else wears that coat. Her own incense is just terrific.

Setuna retightened her mind so that it was now time not to be confused by the colour of Azmaria.

Azmaria was watching this place like it was worth it.

"What the fuck?

"Hmmm... looks like you've gotten a little better"

"... are you complimenting me? It."

"They say it's becoming a warrior's face. Be honest and happy."

"Will you be happy?"

Setuna had to give a flashy look to Azmarian's attitude. I'm not light human enough to float with such a throwing compliment. No, in the first place, I don't know, just because you're approaching the warrior's face.

Of course, it is true that you stood on the battlefield as a warrior, and it is also true that you had far better results than the soldiers in line.

But I wanted to be a warrior, and I didn't go to fight...

- You took the weapon. As a warrior, I came to the field of swords. To the place of the struggle where the will to destroy and kill is blown. Red blood like a great river and to the narrowness of black death that covers the earth. I can no longer go back. I can no longer go home. Your hands are covered in blood. Your feet have stepped on death. You wielded a spear, you killed many people. "

Numerous words spun by the vivid voice of Azmaria blended into its consciousness as it stained Setuna's ears, creating instantly multiple fantasies around him.

It was the plains that unfolded in front of me.

The view of the battlefield is depicted on a plain that seems to last everywhere.

Under the blue sky to the bright, Gandia and Logner, the two armies combined, more than 10,000 human beings had filled the blue earth. Heavy infantry lined up on the frontlines of both sides, standing on their big shields, carrying long spears, waiting for the hour to come. Behind it are countless infantry, cavalry and archers, lined up neatly. It was King Leongand who led the Gandhian army, and the Logner army was certainly a general named Gio-Gilberth.

Which army was it that broke the tension surrounded by silence?

Anyway, there was a clash in the center of the plain. Thousands of soldiers were fighting mad to death. I risked my life, trying to grab the victory. I want to survive - that's what everyone wants. Everybody.

In the next moment, however, countless soldiers were lying on the earth as unbroken remains. Large quantities of bodies pile up like mountains, and shed blood flows like a great river. A fire erupted from the bottom of the earth, winding a vortex to rise, spreading the smell of a burnt corpse.

Hell.

"Though. Demons, monsters, gods, reapers... some seem to describe you that way, but you're not that good. I don't even know how to use my powers, I'm just an immature warrior. But you can't stay immature forever? Otherwise, the ones you killed won't float, and you won't convince yourself?

The voice of Azmaria, suddenly popping into Setuna's ear, seemed like a word of salvation from heaven. There is no hope. Reached to hell, the hand of salvation. It was a word strong enough to convince me so.

But Setuna, she shook her head. This view of hell must be some sort of Azmarian technique or something. Otherwise, you wouldn't even see such hallucinations.

In the midst of a pile of naggingly piled corpses and a river of blood flowing everywhere, a burning red lotus flame, Setuna remembered a fierce rage. I can hear the dead from nowhere. resentment. Many screams filled with hatred persist. My obsession with raw.

"What are you gonna do to me!

Setuna was screaming to shake it all off. The same was true of Setuna's emotions, which did not fit into malicious hallucinations, but did not. Maybe the scream triggered it. The passion overflowed unrelated to his consciousness.

Consciousness changes dramatically.

"You can't know how to use your powers! I don't know anything! No one's gonna tell me! I didn't even have someone to talk to about that! So you've done something yourself! What's wrong with that! What can't I do? What the...!"

The outpouring of passion did not become a definite word. It's just a line of emotions. I just smashed my mind. But that was enough. No, should I say that's all I could have done? But as it turned out, Setsuna was freed from the fantasies of hell.

Around, there was not a desperate sight, but a view of a killer landscaped alley. Without a body, it's not even a plain. Under a clear sky where there was no smell of blood or death standing in, the world was expressing tranquility itself.

Setsuna felt a tremendous sense of fatigue with relief. I couldn't even think of a word to hit Azmaria with.

Azmaria tells me to whisper.

"I'm not saying it's bad. I'm just going to tell you."

"Huh...?

Setuna was decent because Azmaria's attitude was too kind. The voice had incredible warmth. Nevertheless, you can't possibly be alarmed or anything.

Setuna, dewy of her alertness, was only smiled at by her. I guess he hasn't even been dealt with. Most importantly, the reaction was not offensive. Maybe it was because it was what I expected, but maybe it was because Azmaria's nagging was soft.

"Did you think I would visit Gandion for no purpose?

And the woman with a satisfied expression said this quietly.

"One of my purposes is to meet you, Setsuna."