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

Quon-Kamiya.

It was roughly six months ago that its name struck all over the Wargrain continent.

The boy showed up during the Balsar Fortress offensive between Gandia and Logner. The circumstances of the war changed when the boy, who appeared on the battlefield without any weapons and without any protective gear, lent a hand to the Logner army, which was a disadvantage. Before the boy with the summoned white shield, the Gandian army said he had no skill to do so.

Fortress Balsar fell before the onslaught of the Logner army, and Gandia was robbed by Logner of the northern defensive imperatives and the surrounding land - that was Faria's word.

"The fact that Logner's winning actor in that battle was an unnamed boy named Quon-Kamiya was widely dispersed by Logner's people shortly after the war. You must have been so happy to have been able to achieve the fall of Fortress Balsar, which you failed to fulfill for years. By doing so, the name of Quon-Camille was known all over the continent."

Listening to Faria's lucid explanation, Setuna looked over her head in vain. Thick lead-colored clouds cover one side of vision. Though it is such an empty look that it is likely to come out now, it has never rained a few hours after Maldar.

What I think is, yes, the fact that it all happened six months ago.

Oddly enough, it coincides with the time when the guardian Quon disappeared in the real world. When we are together until that time, not just by name, we will have to consider its possibilities.

(Really, is it Quon...?

Setsuna groaned in her chest.

I'm not sure. I didn't see him in person with this eye, and it should have been quite possible that he was someone else with the same last name. Still, Setuna has to assume that Kuon Kamiya disappeared six months ago.

It's like intuition. I can't count on it, but in this case, I also feel that intuition is more right.

And if that intuition was right, Setsuna would want to curse something called destiny. I felt like I had a glimpse of such a future, and he had nothing more to offer.

"I don't suppose Logner thought it would come off, either."

Feeling Faria's gaze, Setuna looked up. A murderous view of an unpopular park comes into view.

It was a big park, but there's nothing particularly eye-catching about it. Perhaps only a flowerbed with trees and colorful flowers that would have been planted would have made this park a park.

Setsuna was sitting on a bench in the corner of the park just wide enough to listen to Faria. Regardless, it was Falia who took her out of that library to this park, not that Setuna wanted it special.

When Setuna looked out for her neighbor Faria, she continued to be satisfied. I must have been anxious to know if you were listening.

"After the Battle of Fortress Balsar, Quon-Camilla was told the story of a servant by Logner, but he kicked it and left Logner. I guess he wasn't interested, though he was treated like a broken man."

Setuna waved her blanket as she listened to her words and struck out the beautiful side of the boy floating behind her brain. If he did, he might. There's nothing blinding about the immediate interests, that boy. If it is unnecessary for the purpose, I would silence whatever treasure is rolling in front of me. No, maybe those things are of a non-eye-catching nature.

Only the journey to the goal is in sight - though I would say too much.

"Kuon-Kamiya, who gained his freedom, has faced many different fights since then, scratching the fruits of many battles. And now he's known as the leader of the mercenary group White Shield."

Setuna turned her attention to Faria all the time. All this time, there's no point in being caught in consciousness on her side. It was in the words she spoke that Setuna's consciousness was leaning.

"White Shield..."

Contrary to the words, Setuna was, to a great extent, convinced. I see, it is a good name for Quon. Unsullied pure white is what he deserves. But that dazzling glow scratches Setuna's heart.

An overwhelming glow, vibrant and unacceptable even to turn away.

In front of that light, Setsuna was so illusory that she would imagine that she and other dust mustards might be alike. Maybe there's no reason. It was at that moment when I met Quon that I had the emotion to say even that unmaskable sense of defeat.

"I'm Kuyuan the Protector. And you? '

Whenever, that word at his aperture annoyed Setuna's consciousness. With colorful eyes looking at this one, the scene just floating behind her brain, Setsuna had to fight the pain that would determine her heart.

Compared to that pain, what an easy thing to do with the Lancaine flame!

Setuna, when she bit her teeth, managed to get rid of the quon thing from her head. But nothing is easier to stay away from than unpleasant memories deeply engraved in your heart. No matter how strongly I tried to think of something else, that boy's uncontrolled smile caught Setuna's consciousness and didn't let go.

Perhaps that's why Setuna thanked the man from the depths of her heart for his emergence.

"What the fuck? Miscellaneous soldiers are Kamiya. Why are you making a scene? Why don't you come and see if they're different?"

Most importantly, the man who interrupted along with the blurry words that could also be received could not have had the intention of saving Setuna's depressing consciousness.

"Zalwarn doesn't move - it's more right, as it stands, to move."

Leongando Ray-Gandia said, whispering. It's a big room, but it's just the two of us. There is no need to shout or anything else, and using energy for nothing is against his doctrine.

"Why?

Leongando did not miss that the eyes of Linonclare-Levé Lución shimmered chilly. If you find even a slight gap in Leongand's thoughts, you're also going to try to attack him instantly. Sharp as a blade, it was enough to make my brother cool his liver, but on the other hand, I think it's pathetic.

You're going to have a hard time because of your impossible brother.

Most importantly, if Leongand had spoken of such a thing, she would have led less of a furious soldier back to the country. No, or maybe he'll poke a blade at me.

I don't even hate death from Mizu.

"It's easy. Zalwarn has been suffering from a major illness for a long time. A very serious illness."

"Sick?"

"Yes, sickness. You know what a Pendragon clan is, right?

"Naturally. You mean the five lineages that rule Zalwarn, name the descendants of the dragon's family, right? Ryburn, Revien, Vlidia, Falbneia, Beaunel - I mean, is it their power struggle or something?

Leongand had no choice but to vaguely smile back at Linonclair's expression, which he was fed up with. I guess there's nothing more hateful to her than an ugly feud over the top of the country after her predecessor fell ill and was about to be taken up as heir to the throne.

"Answer me. Although the struggle for power may be an everyday tea meal in any country, Zalwarn is a little different from other countries. They teach armed summoning techniques more thoroughly than they did when they were young, until the end of the Pendragon clan. Push and learn about the personalities of the things that were created."

"Do you have the right to say your personality anyway, brother?

"I won't deny it. It would be weirder if the power struggles of those who weigh too heavily on the art of armed summons didn't bleed, would it? There's nothing more flashy and vicious than a battle between armed summoners."

In fact, there have been a number of instances in which quarrels developed out of contention between armed summoners have served as rewards for armed summoning techniques, spreading indiscriminate destruction and immense damage. Consequently, many countries prohibit private fighting between armed summoners using summoning arms.

In the first place, there are countries that still do not recognize the art of armed subpoena itself. Such an outdated country must be doomed to perish sooner or later. Because it is also an idea to rely too much on armed summoners. When you have something convenient, it's a bad habit for humans to keep up with it.

(yeah. don't rely too much on anything)

Leongand continued the conversation as he could shove his commandments to Mizuto into his chest.

"Still, it looks like it's been coming along so far. Thirty years ago, the principals of the Pendragon clan, who were too bloodshed, set up a forum for discussion. It seems that Zalwarn's father-in-law should be taken around by the five clans."

"I see. So the top of Zalwarn was different from by the way"

"Sounds like that shitty system worked so well until recently. Of course, they were quite groovy out of sight, but on the surface, the gears were engaged."

No, that may no longer be to say that it was meshing, but anyway, it seems certain that the takeover of fatigue as a system was what made Zalwarn strong and never weak. Anyway, internal protests have eliminated the need to shed blood, allowing us to turn the vital force of the armed summoner outside.

From there, Zalwarn's leap forward, which was only a small country, begins, but that is a completely different story.

"- Thirty years, too many years went by for the gear to go crazy. Six months ago, after the fall of Fortress Balsar. It all started. No, for Zalwarn, though it may be the end of it all."

That's it, Leongand noticed Linon's strange obsession. That was like looking at something so bizarre or even incomprehensible. At least, it wouldn't be like looking at my brother.

Nevertheless, Leongand, he didn't even feel angry. The reason she looks like that, too, is because she doesn't know.

"... my brother, how come, yes, is it a mouthful that knows everything?

In response to Linon, who had asked as he had decided to, Leongand showed him, flipping the wink gently.

"Uh-huh, that's why"