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

I can hear (hear) voices.

I can hear the boy I miss so hard to forget.

I'm screaming.

His soul.

"Dear Kuon!

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When he opened his lid, what jumped into his sight was Mana-Ericcia's worrisome expression, and Quon could not forbid surprise that he even had tears in his beautiful eyes, always serene.

Forget even breathing.

I didn't understand the situation I was in. Besides, I'm not even sure what I've been up to. I couldn't even move my body to figure out what was going on, but I couldn't help myself.

There's only such a feeling, like floating in a fever.

"Mana... what's going on?

Quon, quietly asking, reached out his right hand and wiped her tears with his fingertips. Her crying face can also be a painting, but more than that, he thought the smiling mana would be nicer. In fact, you must be right. There will be nothing like complaining.

"Good......! You noticed...!

Admitting that Mana's expression instantly turned into a smile, Quon smiled. Again, I recognise that one smile is a great thing. Just staring at me gives me vitality and hope.

"Yeah. Apparently you were losing your mind."

I guess that's what it is to see from Mana's words. I can't remember why I passed out, and I didn't remember anything at all before or after that. In the first place, we can't even see why we're here.

A breeze stroked Kuon's cheek, shaking Mana's hair slightly looking down at this one. I was sure it wasn't in the house. The smell of air itself is different.

"Yes. It was sudden, so it was hard for me and all of you, wasn't it?

In Mana's reply, Quon did not hide his bitter smile. The sight came to mind. For them, Kuon, the leader of the mercenary regiment to which he belongs, has suddenly fallen, so there is no reason to hesitate. Nevertheless, if it was also Swell-Elgaudy on the spot, I guess the story was different.

So, uh, doubts passed in Quon's head.

"Is that it?"

"What's wrong?

"Was Mr. Swell leaving a message?

What emerged in the back of Quong's brain was the appearance of an old man, such as the rigid quality. Swell-Lanagaudi. It is the substantial number 2 of the White Shield led by Quon, and it is only with the power of Swirl that the White Shield can act lightly and without any worries.

Nevertheless, he is not the kind of bloody old man who fights on the front lines, and he is the kind of person who never even held a sword in the first place. The formation of the White Shield was the first time I was beside Quon, but I've been in a lot of strongholds here lately.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't this time? Did you forget?

It was Wald-Mastia who had stuck his mouth in the blink of an eye. I can't see it from the quon, but I'm pretty sure it's close. It keeps coming without watermark.

"And how long have you been sleeping in my designated seat? If you don't back off, my black phantom will erupt, right?

What he calls the Black Phantom is his favorite subpoena weapon, but is it in such a state that it can swing quickly? For that is nothing more than an indication of what is currently being fought or just after the battle is over.

Because the main purpose of use will be limited to combat, beyond the summoning armed being a weapon. Besides, armed summoners basically don't like armed summonses outside of combat or specific situations. It's also in the Statute of the Continental Summoners Association, but it's probably a moral issue before that.

It would also be called an implicit understanding. Regardless, there are exceptions, and this general logic does not apply to what makes the exercise of armed summoning your own existential significance.

At least, Wald-Mastia is a common sensibility bearer outside the battlefield, and not the kind of man who boasts of his power if he oblivious. Therefore, it would be overwhelming to conclude that this is a battlefield. And I was letting him know that the lightness of the air wasn't in the middle of a fight.

and in that subtle air, disturbing signs mix.

"Could you explain from scratch where your designated seat is? Otherwise, my stardust will erupt, won't it?

The way Mana shook her fist with a smile on her face was such that even Quon could laugh off. Of course, I know that you don't mean it. I was well aware over the past few months that they didn't have the common sense to use summoning arms in a little fight or so.

Being a non-standard prowess also.

"Yes, no, it's just a joke, a joke. Don't be serious..."

"Ugh. This is a joke, too. Jokes."

"This doesn't sound like a joke at all...... you think so too, do you?

"Either way. If Quon is safe."

Waldo spoke like an Illis. From her usual answer, the top face of the Buddha of Engraved Britain was projected behind Quong's brain. The look on the girl's face like she had lost all emotion always tightened Quon's chest. Since the day of the encounter, it's obvious to everyone that nothing has fundamentally changed.

That's why Quon kept her close at all times. It's a natural decision from her strength, and no one can dispute it.

"Love you, as always."

"If you can protect Quon with one or two of your affections, will you try?

……

In Waldo's appearance, where there was no sound, Quon was unable to live up to his oddity. Nature, laughter spills.

"Hehe. Damn, that's funny, guys"

Quon slowly woke up his upper body. I took care not to hit my head with Mana, who was snooping this way, and when I got up, I put my gaze around to see what was going on around me.

Apparently, he's even in the woods. Surrounded by depressing greenery, but overhead, there was a blue sky that pushed through. The sun is dazzling and the wind is calm. I don't feel very much like a battlefield, but if you look to the ground, you'll soon know that's a mistake.

In a slightly open space in the woods were the remains of countless Imperial Demons (Oumas) rolling around. All, a four-legged beast-shaped Imperial Demon covered in blue skin - was Bleek's body. Most of them are desperate by an intense blow, which will give a glimpse of one end of the Manas' prowess.

The indescribable stench of death emanating from the carcass of the monster finally rocked Quon's consciousness. It didn't even smell until just now, I'm sure, because Mana's knee pillow was comfortable.

"Yes, you did."

Quon, in that one word, admitted that his peers' gaze had gathered upon him.

I was looking for the Imperial Devil's Nest.

Along the way, he encountered a bunch of Bleaks and became a fighter. It wasn't an enemy such as Bleak, and it didn't have to be until Quon used armed summons. That's not alarming, it's not chronic, it's not like calling it spare. Maybe it's closer to work.

Anyway, Kuon should have just sat back and waited for his people to kill the Imperial Devil. That was the only role Quon played in that battle. I don't even need to cheer. It's an insult to them.

Believe me, I should have waited for the results.

And they annihilated the Imperial Devil as planned.

But at that time, Quon's consciousness had captured something completely different.

(I heard voices...)

Quon put his hand on Mizu's chest at the heart of his companions' sincere obsession. I feel a high heartbeat. Maybe he's even excited about what he didn't expect.

(Your voice)

Kuon just looked up into the sky.

"Setuna......"