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

Gandion.

It is the largest city in the Kingdom of Gandhia and the capital of the King.

Built around the extraordinary Lion Royal Palace, the large city is known to be divided into three compartments by concentric circular walls.

One is simply a compartment called the Royal Palace. That's what they call it, including the White Asian Palace, which combines fierce beastly roughness with vitreous delicacy, and the Royal Forest, which covers its surroundings. There is the royal family and what accompanies it - that is, only the royal nobility is allowed to live there, and the strong walls and tight guards that stand on the outer perimeter of the forest are supposedly not to miss even the intrusion of one rat.

Most importantly, the Royal Forest is home to a variety of flora and fauna, so it is said that even though there will be about one more mouse in the Royal Palace, it will make no difference.

Next, on the other side of the walls surrounding the outer perimeter of the Royal Palace is a section commonly known as the "Crowd Street". It is a section where people serving the royal family live, such as generals and ministers, knights and soldiers, and cooks who keep the kitchen of the Royal Palace. The more senior officials are given premises closer to the Royal Palace, so they will know some status at the address.

Most of all, for some reason, there were few luxurious mansions because of their high status, but rather, it was fashionable among some high-ranking officials that they would boast of building strange houses. Because of this, the "Royal Palace" side of the "Crowd Street" was so disturbed that it was known as a kind of tourist attraction.

Next, on the other side of the walls running around the periphery of the "Crowd Street", it was the visibly vibrant township of Gandhia's largest city, and it was not an exaggeration to say that the majority of the population, said to be 200,000, lived in it.

The compartment is simply called the "City". the city where the citizens of Gandion live, is. The overly large compartments are further divided into eight, each named after the eight knights active at the dawn of the Kingdom of Gandhia. Crade, Belm, Wanlu, Noah, Mars, Zieg, Milena, Irfaris - do you think the eight districts bearing the name of the great knight hold the stone statues of those dawn knights at the center of the district?

Anyway, it was a big city that far surpassed my imagination.

The vibrancy and enthusiasm surrounded the big city.

(That's a festival...)

Setuna had a far-sighted look at people crossing the street looking like they were having some fun. Can I say medieval European, or not? Paved roads. Countless houses, shops lined up. Some grocery stores, others handle clothing. As a matter of course, there was also a bookstore, where weapons and protective equipment were also seen.

That could be the sight we've seen in Maldar. But I wonder why the impressions are so different.

(Is it because there's a lot of one?

Or maybe it's because Setuna's psychological condition is good. Sometimes in Mardar, before the war, they were standing up. It wasn't if you were calm and observing the city.

Drop your gaze on the map in your hand. It was given to me by Faria. If only we had a map, we wouldn't be lost, though it was her word.

(Hmmm......)

Setsuna groaned small, staring at the map. On the paper, a triple concentric circle was depicted, and Setsuna could also understand that its center was in the middle of the king's capital, the Royal Palace of the Lions. Numerous boulevards stretched radially from its "Royal Palace" through the "Crowd Street" to the "City," they branched innumerably. Countless roads were staggering, creating complex and strange labyrinths on the map.

I have no idea why.

I only know where the inn is. That's nothing more than because Faria put a mark on the map when she left the inn.

"What's going on?

"Yes, no, nothing..."

Setuna folded the map without watermark and put it in her trouser pocket as she returned an ambiguous grin towards Faria, who strangely peered into this face. There was no way I could have said such embarrassing things as confusion while staring at the map to grasp the city.

"Yes. I hope so. But I still think that no matter how much the teacher says it's okay, we should still be at peace."

I think it's best to worry about Faria. Setuna, however, said something else, staring over her emerald green eyes.

"That teacher, this city. Then you're one of the well-known, aren't you? I hope so. It's tattooed, huh?

That is the story of the doctor that Faria brought in this morning. He was an old man who seemed noble as Park. There was something wonderful about the operation and from an amateur's point of view. There was nothing to waste. The examination was immediately completed and it was determined that there were no physical problems. Permission to go out was also obtained at that fold.

It goes without saying that Setuna herself was more relieved to hear the results of that examination. I had some anxiety, although I didn't feel anything strange about my health from the beginning of my awakening. That would be so. That's all I fought for. It can be said that it is weirder for the body not to modulate. but apparently that was quiet while Setuna was asleep and by the time she woke up. Did Setuna recover quickly or were her symptoms mild?

"That being said, you've been asleep forever, haven't you? You."

"That's why you're okay, right? That's all I slept with, so I recovered my strength."

"I wonder. I don't think so."

Setuna looked up to heaven, not so confident in her physical condition that she could forever stare at Faria's worrisome obsession. The rushing paleness even seems to suck up the consciousness of what you're looking at.

Blink, twinkle.

"Why are you so worried ~..."

The words that Setuna leaked were also doubts since then. I guess Falia has a sense of duty and mission in office. But nevertheless, there can't be any inevitability for me to get this far in person. Like an armed summoner who doesn't even know who he is, there's no need to put so much effort into it.

It's impossible - if Setuna is in the opposite position, she must respond coolly.

But when Setuna looked at Falia when she realized she was slow to react, she was, like, decent. And I've said it for granted.

"If I have to worry, who cares about you?

――

Setsuna was out of line.

That was certainly true. I even thought it was the truth. Something else so complete that you won't find the best answer or anything else.

In this world where no stopover even exists, I wonder who, other than her, would worry about a dwarf being named Setuna. Who says you'll be so kind to me? They will spare me while I go to bed to see me thoroughly.

Who but Faria?

(Who...!

Setsuna wanted to scream. Have you ever been so moved in this world? Have you ever remembered any more joy in your birth? Have you ever thanked anyone before?

So much shock and excitement was running through Setuna's entire body, shaking her brain cells and shaking her mind.

Numerous voices heard on the battlefield, numerous screams creeping into the earlobes, countless spirits engraved in the back of the brain disappear by the time they are vivid. Free from the flesh, flowing in the wind and disappearing.

Demons, reapers, demons, monsters - many words conceived of malice and hostility spill out of Setuna's consciousness.

(What the... this...!

Setuna tried to turn away from Faria, suddenly surprised that her sight swayed. But the body didn't listen. Tears broke out.

"What's wrong, Setsuna?

I could understand Faria being surprised, but there was nothing Setuna could do about it. I can't stop crying.

And sweeping the back of your brain is a view of the battlefield.

Wave the spear in front of thousands of enemy soldiers. The black and alien spear unleashes the fierce fire of the Red Lotus. Hell was born before my eyes. Hundreds of human lives burned out in the Fire. A wave that stood. If there is no stray or hesitation there, there is no thought or claim. I just summoned the weapon and waved it as the will commanded. There is no justice or evil there. There was only one absolute dish: the strong lived, and the weak died. Yes, they died because they were weak. It didn't even come to mind the fact that Mizu was the weak one, but it went away with the flames.

I would have been prepared. That's what it should be like to go to war. I'm risking my life. He must have taken the weapon in his hand in order to fear death in front of him and still move forward. Otherwise, we shouldn't be on the battlefield.

If the flames were extinguished, all that remained was a burning field, a sight like hell. Dead bodies. How many of them understood death from the midst? How many soldiers could look to their own death, held by a fierce fire with no intent to kill, no hostility, no vision?

As one, he did not see the black spear as a threat. Though he recognized it as a subpoena armed, he was probably alarmed to ask for a large number of passives - numbers.

And without being reminded that the alarm was a mistake, they died. No fabrication. Like a bug.

The battlefield changed dramatically. The dominance of their own armies. Victory approaches. There was a change in enemy movements. To the king, fly. Enemy encounters. Defeat and damage. Withdrawal of enemy forces. The soldiers who remained as lords are the mighty enemies. There can be no alarm or room for those who turned into dead soldiers. Everyone was ready to die. Gorgeous, or clean, and beautiful if you die anyway.

The offense of those with death is awesome. Play with a bunch of blades that arrive relentlessly. Flashing, every time I waved another flash and a spear, my life was scattered. And whenever life bloomed as a crimson flower, the spear tipped sharply across. Cut it off, thrust it through, smash it down, chop it up. The spear dances. but also the dance of death. Or a killing dance. A dozen blows smashed his armor and broke his helmet. I tore up the meat and crushed the bones. Blood poured down like rain, bright red flowers bloomed.

Still, I can't disturb one breath.

Only a few enemies remain. That's why I don't play. Just wave the spear as it is -.

"Uhhhhhhh!

Setuna exclaimed to spit out all her thoughts. Visually swirling around the back of your brain is a sight on the battlefield. View of the war. The colour of battle.

Red, red, Zhu, Scarlet.

Burning with red lotus, dancing with blood.

Countless lives.

It was scattered in bloom.

"Setuna......?

Setuna realized that at some point she was holding Faria's shoulder, but there was no longer anything she could do. Tears were pouring.

Alive.

I was pleased with that fact.