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

"Hmm... you're finally out of it"

Faria, who managed to escape from a crowd like the flood while being screwed up, stepped away from its unlikely hustle and bustle. It was an awesome crowd and a noise. It was an unimaginable situation for her, too, but it and this must be because of Leongand's inadvertent - and sincere - words and deeds.

We could have put the victory of the battle ahead in the hands of the army. That should have overshadowed Gandia's reputation as a weak soldier. but Leongand, he didn't do it. Sometimes I guess he's more honest than his ex, but maybe it's at least a reward for Setuna, who fought through enough to lose consciousness.

Of course, that's not all. Setsuna has been promised a lot of rewards during the Arbitrage Awards, which took place promptly after the war. Naturally. It is so active that it can be said that it was won completely by the work of Setuna. No one can complain, and even if there's criticism about it, there's a lot of difference.

He only did the role he was given with his whole body. I fell into the situation of not regaining consciousness over the course of a few days because of it, even though it caused a great deal of noise among the people around me, including Faria.

Anyway, the hustle and bustle of Leongando has made Setuna-Kamya a famous and famous throughout Gandhion. No, that's not all. The name must have been known, not only within Gandhia, but also to neighbouring countries.

If it were within Gandhia, it would only have to be noisy like this one, even if it was big, but what if this was outside the country? If you're a logner...

(No way. Not if you're thinking stupid)

Faria, all alone in her chest, shook her head and switched her mind. Right now, you should think first and foremost about walking away from here with Setuna. A glance at the crowd. It has developed into a noise to the point of horror, still due to the words and actions of the King, who succeeded in regaining some majesty, but she could not do anything about it because it was not a grand exaggeration.

It's fine for citizens to get excited about Setuna. Instead, if you've been able to regain your vitality with Setuna's activism, you've never gone beyond it. But I don't think Setuna's routine is going to get in the way. Nevertheless, this noise must also stop happening in a while. It is only so far so exuberant because it largely reflects the character of the Gandian people that it is easy to heat and cool.

Falia, sighing, searched for Setuna. Is he still in the crowd?

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(Something's so tired)

Setsuna sat down, neatly, on the spot. Fatigue keeps pushing me closer.

Having managed to get out of the mountainous crowd, he tried to avoid the eyes and took off the boulevard, hiding himself in a sparsely populated alley. If I didn't, I had a feeling I was going to get caught up in that noise again, and Setsuna didn't mind.

Of course, it's not in a bad mood to be flattered and lifted by countless people. Instead, he seemed so embarrassed that he was going to graduate to much embarrassment. Maybe that's another sentiment for comfort, but anyway, he pioneered to be screwed up in that crowd.

Although we managed to escape, it was a failure of hatred that we lost sight of Faria. After I got out, I guess I could have rendezvous one day if I had stayed on the spot, but before that, I was afraid that one mountain was going to discover this one.

(I don't know ~)

Setsuna thought of Leongand's face in a sigh. He sighed even deeper, visioning sights such as a beautiful man with a sunny grin sometime hustling Setuna's name in front of a large audience.

Of course, I don't mean this against Leongand. He has his way, and Setuna has just become the object of people's attention as a result. Leongand himself, he wouldn't have expected it to be this far.

The fact that the crowd had not yet converged was easily grasped thanks to the hustle and bustle heard from the side of the boulevard. No, it seems to me that instead of convergence we are on the way to enlargement, but that may not even be a mistake.

If you look at the countless gatherings of one, it's the humanity that bothers you. And if the person in that vortex becomes the rumored armed summoner in the alley, there will be no hand left unattended. Every thought is different.

One might be curious, interested, or that some would have joined because everyone did, and some might not know how they got involved. Anyway, the numerous expressions that the young and old showed burned to Setuna's retina and didn't leave.

"Ha..."

The events ahead, which were supposed to stain and feel the horrors of an excited and forgetful group of people, became unforgettable for Setsuna.

Looking over my head, the irreplaceable blue sky from earlier was just vaguely spread without exaggerating its magnificence. White and shining objects, it seems, are still the Sun, and illuminating the night sky was also called the Moon. In that sense, there seems to be no visible difference between Setuna's born and raised world - not so much Earth - and this Illus Valle. Of course, there are some powers that are too powerful to call it the technique of armed summoning, and there are monsters called Imperial Demons.

(Except... hey)

Regardless, it's very different from the city he lived in. Though it was a medieval town, that was just a story of appearance, and it was the status quo that had little idea, such as what the truth was. In the first place, it may be impossible in itself to think on the assumption that the epochal classification of this world and the epochal classification of the world of Setuna are identical.

Stretch slowly and leak yawning. Faria said that she stayed asleep for five days, but that didn't apply to Setsuna. I don't even feel like I slept well. Dreams are...

(Did you see that?

I feel like I saw it when I traced my memories.

(Either way)

Setuna looked around when she stood up quietly. I guess the reason I'm not popular with alleys a little off the boulevard is because it's the open air and the concentrated boulevards of the stalls that concentrate my people's feet. Nevertheless, just a little off the boulevard, it felt different not to see one shadow.

Secondly, Setuna felt uncomfortable. It was a very strange feeling. With the chill, the skin of the whole body pops and the consciousness is sharpened.

It felt like something was diverging fluctuations.

(Where...?

Setsuna turned her gaze in search of a source of discomfort. Let it go from corner to corner of the alley, which is never wide enough, to check for anomalies. It may not have been possible to find an anomaly from a strange town, but I didn't have time to think about it. While doing so, discomfort was on the other hand worse.

It's close to feeling like you're standing on the battlefield. But it's not. It's not a battlefield. Without the smell of blood, I can't see the shadow of death. There can be no such thing as crazy enthusiasm, and therefore, no dawning.

Just vain consciousness was capturing the movement of discomfort.

Setuna held her breath when she looked to the confluence point with the boulevard at the end of the alley, when she discovered a woman gently advancing through a slow wave of people. Burning crimson hair is still like purgatory fire, claiming its existence without burying it in a human wave.

(That's...!

Setsuna, I didn't know, was jumping out of the spot. Strength stretches on his feet kicking the ground. You can't lose sight of it. We have to meet and ask questions.

There was only one Setuna, such as a woman with flaming hair.

(Azmaria-Altemax!

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"Damn, it's not sloppy. That's why they take all the handles."

With words such as that, Lux-Vein was not exhausted by the appearance of the sloppy men. Keep the wooden sword in your right hand and look around.

Around him, men with inflexible flesh crawled in such a way as to breathe incessantly. There will be more than thirty in number. My age was not right. The focus was on young people in their early twenties, but not many men in their mid-thirties. It was as if the massive amount of sweat that erupted from the men's entire bodies would smear the dry ground black.

Under a clear blue sky, the wind blowing through is comfortable for the body that has just exercised lightly.

It was inside the sturdy walls of the fortress of Balsar. Heavenly Guard (keep) gives a more rigid impression than spectacular standing in the center, with a square suitable for exercising a little south of it. Originally, it seems that the Gandia soldiers stationed at the fortress used it for training, but Lux, since he was to remain at the Barcelona fortress, has worked his way out to training in this place as every day.

If I hadn't, I'd have been so bored that I was going crazy.

It was the face of The Pale Wind, which was to remain at Fortress Balsar due to the extension of the contract with Gandia, but in fact it could be said that there was little or no such thing as what they should do. So to speak, it is a restraint on Logner.

After the war, it was also the conclusion drawn by Leongando, who was forced to leave some force in order not to be recaptured again the fortress he had just reclaimed. This meant that Gandia's regular soldiers could not be counted on, and it must have been the mercenaries who could be trusted. That was a natural conclusion.

If you saw how that hip pulled on the battlefield of the Gandia army, you'd have to make those decisions. No matter, the soldiers and all of them, they are not all indolent. Some of them carried out resolute attacks without regard for their lives. Some fought out bravely, not being afraid of the enemy army that outnumbered them.

But the vast majority of Gandia soldiers exposed their ugliness at the end of the day...

(No... I can't help it either)

He shook his head and dismissed his thoughts from Mizu. Recall. Lux and the fierce warriors may have been able to accept his presence.

One boy ran through the battlefield like a wild storm, the threat.

The power was too powerful. It was too harsh, too vicious.

I guess that's why the soldiers, they feared Setuna. You must have been awed, scared. Some of them would have been unable to take one of the moves, and more importantly, some of them have graduated to his awesomeness?

Anyway, it seemed awful.

It was so miserable that it wasn't even in Lux's memory.

(Miserable...? Terrible)

Lux laughed bitterly at his words. It would be too rude to judge Setuna's vicious gesture of activism as miserable. He just did everything he could. Purer than anyone else, it just played a role. No matter how demonic that looks, it shouldn't be tragic.

I don't suppose it's anything noble or sober.

"Handle, is...?

And it was the young man who brought Lux's consciousness back into this world. The dark-haired young man stood up with the wooden sword in his hand instead of a cane and put it down for a breath before turning back to this one. I am not a mercenary of "The Pale Wind". He is a regular Gandia soldier and one who, together with General Algazard, was to be stationed at Fort Balsar. Though that can be said of everyone else falling apart from him.

Yes, it is.

The only reason Lux can't stand up to the men who still fall to the ground and can't even stand up is because he can feel some upliftment from them. That can also be seen from the fact that about thirty of their soldiers, with the will of Mizu, are attached to the workout of Lux.

They volunteered to train me.

to Lux, who is nothing but a mercenary flair.

Lux just rounded his eyes on this, and at the same time, he thought Gandhia might not have thrown it away yet.

I guess they were thinking about being them too.

What was our role in that battle? Were you able to play a role in the first place, or something, or weren't you just there? Are you convinced that you will continue to be slandered by weak soldiers...

"That. Handle. If you guys had been tighter, you wouldn't have had to let Setsuna take my hand."

"Such an unscrupulous!?

The only one who stood up was not the one who screamed to the point of grandeur. The soldiers who remained down also spoke as if they had been beaten to death by the words and actions of Lux.

Lux was more than satisfied with the reaction than expected. Smile.

"Are you kidding me?

"Just kidding..."

To the appearance of a young man who was about to collapse because of that, Lux stopped putting up a wooden sword. He is finally standing. Fatigue seeps out of the whole body. Now I can't help waving a wooden sword. It wouldn't even be training.

It was still the same for the other soldiers, and looking around at them laying low on the ground, Lux, for a moment, tried to cut up his training. It was about two hours in time, but to such an extent as good exercise for Lux. Even if you train them, you won't be training them. I knew that, too.

"Oh, you're doing it. Still dead bodies!

To the voice of the wild man, Lux looked back at you with all his might. The giant body of Sigurd-Foliar, the head of the "Pale Wind" regiment, was seen approaching with plenty of intimidation. Regardless, you're not supposed to be walking around intimidating him. But a look reminiscent of forged flesh and wild beasts will have to overwhelm the others.

Though the face now had such a clear grin that it did not look right.

Lux told her to work and calmly.

"Captain, I'm scared. Face, I'm scared."

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Needless to say, Lux has become the feather to be chased around by Sigurd.