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

When did you open the gate?

Kuon slowly opened his eyelid. Perhaps the reason my body is weak all the time is because I was dreaming. Irsalvageable dreams. A dream that everyone describes as despair. That's what I thought in such a dream abyss.

When did you suddenly push open a huge gate that emitted light to the divine appearance in front of you?

(More than six months, I wonder...)

Though he snapped in his chest, he wasn't sure he was firm. As a matter of fact, I think it was more like before, and sometimes I have the illusion that it was more recent. Six months. It's only six months. What has changed in the course of six months?

This continent remains stagnant as ever. The great Powers do not see movement as if they are watching, and only small countries in the middle of the continent repeat their skirmishes without ever getting tired of it. I wonder what will be changed by the takeover of territory that is not enough to take. No, maybe that's no longer even a takeover.

Even the clashes between the country and the country are constant. A skirmish near the border may no longer be called a common everyday occurrence.

It would be the rising morning sunlight far beyond the window that plugs into the view reflecting the ceiling. Blinking, warm and gentle light. I just woke up from a dream, but I didn't feel a little tight.

When Quon stretched out, he woke up his upper body. Morning chills seem to encourage awakening on his sleepy head, but also as if he tries to lure a lazy mind to sleep twice that gives him a slight peek in the face. You might want to keep diving into the bed like this. I wouldn't blame anyone but Swirl. No matter, I've decided to worry about everyone, and I can't possibly stay in the futon all day just because I'm free.

Let's do this next time we devour the indolence. I don't know when that will be, but by making that decision anyway, he tried to tighten his indolent mind that could possibly give himself up to sweet temptations together.

(Inert...?)

He gently spilled a laugh of self-derision on the bed placed in the corner of the room.

The room addressed to Quon was too large for him to spend alone, and his personal belongings alone were unlikely to fill that blank. Even if you include combat equipment, you know his belongings. In the first place, he didn't have the hobby to decorate his personal room with weapons.

In a corner of his sight, a curtain hanging from a window is shaking. I guess I fell asleep while I opened the window and watched the night sky. Extremely careless. Exposure will surely piss everyone off.

Quon had no choice but to be stunned by the weakness of his own heart. Behind the lid, the starry sky that I saw last night burns brightly. I guess I was also delayed in my thoughts. It is nothing more than the weakness of one's own heart. If he had a strong heart, he would not have looked up to the starry sky and thought.

As has been the case so far.

(Yes)

Ever since Ils-Valle summoned me, there must have been very little such as the fact that my heart would shake. Even in a world without stops, numerous encounters buried the loneliness of his heart. The blanks that should have arisen in my mind with the summons were quickly filled. If so, it can't even shake. The unshakeable mind had gained certainty and had become a powerful force driving forward without slack.

He has organized mercenary regiments, appeared in skirmishes everywhere and raised his reputation. There are few things he can do in the fight. When it came to wielding command, I wasn't doing anything difficult. He believed that much of his fame was due to the activity of his peers.

It was only recently that I visited this country with unshakeable confidence.

Berel, a small country, not leaking into the example of a small group of continental nations. There was Zalwarn to the north and its native logner to the west, with Gandia to the southwest and Myon to the south. There are many hostile countries around, such as Logner, Gandia, Myon and Laksha in the southeast, although they are prepared for an invasion from Zalwarn by forming friendships with Gibel in the northeast.

Berel was exhausted. The soldiers and the people were tired. The battle after the battle had oppressed the finances and become a painful pressure on the people's hearts. Maybe that's the same as in any country. There was no way we could find a glorious future in the war-torn scrolls of many small nations.

And recently, Gandia's recapture of the Balsar fortress from Logner and breathing back had created new tensions within Berrell. Rumors of Gandhia attacking him, multiplied by the momentum to reclaim the fortress, were whispering to him. If Gandhia and his allies Mion join forces to attack, Berel will not have a single pile.

It was such a fold. It was at his presence, based in the city of Margia in the south of Berel, that the envoy of King Istria Rey-Berel of Berel came. And what the messenger brought with him was nothing more than an invitation to the King's capital, Runeberel.

Yes, that was in the middle of getting ready to leave Margie.

Visit of Azmaria-Altemax. And revealed amazingly - no, I should have guessed - the fact was that it was something that Quon did and drives him to passion. For whatever purpose, she was summoning his friends to this world as well. Kamiya-san (Kamiya-san). He was a dear friend of his.

(That's right. Setuna......)

Quon inhaled the air deeply and quietly. Fresh air in the morning fills my lungs. The drowsiness could no longer disappear. The indolent incarnation hides its appearance and perceives itself full of firm confidence. The confidence that comes from grasping one's strengths, not overconfidence, is nothing like excessive complacency. Everyone is bad at what they do. I guess it's important to be aware of that.

When he got out of bed, he looked for a change of clothes. You can't just wander around in your bedtime clothes. That is inertia itself.

It was Setuna's face past his head to find clothes from the closet. The face of the boy, who always laughs humbly, tightens his chest hard. Such a look, like a thin dirty throwaway dog.

(Why do you look like that? You...)

I just inquired all over my chest, and no one will answer. On the contrary, even the smile of a friend floating behind my brain scratches off because of it. And it hasn't surfaced for a while. It's as if they hated me.

My heart, it shakes.

(I knew it was you...)

It's not what I knew. It's not like I wasn't sure. I didn't want to blame anyone. His beliefs did not tolerate, such as seeking the cause of the sway that arose in his heart, besides his own inertia.

But the facts are facts.

Setuna's presence has created a slight blank in his mind. There was a huge hole in my heart that was supposed to be filled.

I was just upset when I felt the presence of Setsuna. It was only natural that Setuna would have some influence on his mind more than it was established that he had been summoned to this world by Azmaria.

I want to see you.

What do we do when we meet?

He sighed.

Setuna was in a position of hostility with him, an armed summoner belonging to Gandia and employed by Berel. Even if it happens by chance, isn't it anything but a battlefield?

If you ran into him on the battlefield, you'd have to cross your sword.

"That's not funny."

Crunching in his voice, Quon grinned bitterly. All the crap goes around the back of my brain. Even if I get my mind back on it because of it, I'll just think about Setuna and I'll solve it. I can't help it.

Secondly, he turned to the door of the room. Undecorative doors without any philosophy. I felt like I heard something on the other side of it, and he grinned. It's Iris. While he slept in the room, he must have been watching for any suspicions outside the room.

That day - since he challenged Azmaria with enthusiasm and lost by no skin, he was always arranged to be escorted. Wherever he went out, while he slept, he had to be watched by his worried companions. He thought it was just a little cramped, a very happy situation, to bite.

This is how I have always had company to support me, so I can exist now.

(thanks)

When he expressed his gratitude to many of his companions, including Iris, in his chest, the signs of Setuna had disappeared from his brain.

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Ruufa stretched out thoughtfully as she bathed herself in the morning sun pouring out of the pale blue stained sky. It was his routine to spend a moment after meals in the gardens of the Balghazar mansion.

Having completed his training as an armed summoner and waiting for him to return to this house was a prudent disposition, during which he was not allowed to do anything. As much as walking out of the city, I got a big look at it, but basically I had to spend some time in the mansion. Although it was significant that I was able to review the awkwardness of the technology from Mizu, I still tended to have some leisure time. One of the lifestyles made in those days was to do reading in the garden after breakfast, which continued almost every day until today.

Sitting in a chair near a fountain just set in the middle of the garden, he opens the book listening to the pleasant water noise. At the table, there was a tea set that I had carried to serve, and the Barak tea I had taken from Krebourg had raised the hot air, possibly containing the aroma.

Peaceful morning. The silence, as if the hustle and bustle of a few days ago did not exist, surrounds this king's capital. I felt like it would never happen again, such as the festivities involving the entire Wang capital. It wouldn't even happen so easily, such as an event that would bring so much shock and joy.

That wasn't just a victory. They took back the fortress that had been occupied for six months with an overwhelming victory. It was powerful enough to clear up the depression accumulated in the minds of the citizens of Wangdu and, yet, to wipe out distrust of King Leongand. Of course, not all subordinates would have believed in the King's strength. It is not surprising that some still questioned their abilities and personalities.

I've been scorned for too long. "I let go of my bad reviews." A pervasive image. It's not something you can wipe out in just one win. Some might argue that it's just a miracle. Some will say it's because of them. But victory is victory. Whether it was luck or not, the Gandian army was able to win and regain its fortress.

That must have meant that great anxiety had been removed for the man in the King's capital, and even those who questioned Leongand's strength must have enjoyed this temporary peace. And you want it to last.

I don't mind that, and even Ruufa thought so. Because it is this calm morning that is the supreme happiness.

"Tomorrow at last!

"Wow!?

Surprised that he was accidentally called from behind, he slipped off the chair with a barbaric voice and hit his glutes hard on the ground. A book out of my hand clapped the universe, covered in the face of Ruufa, who praised his face for pain. An exhausting voice descends from overhead.

"I'm so surprised."

"Excuse me......"

Reflectively apologizing, Ruufa took a book covered in his face. It will never be my fault that Faria-Belfaria's half-eye feels painful sometime.

Ruufa, when he stood up, put the book on the table. You may at least be lucky you didn't spill your tea. Turn back to Faria. She was dressed up and down that seemed moveable, not in the uniform of the Continental Summoners Association. She says she's here because it's for personal use, not "association" work, which is why she doesn't wear a uniform. Although some speculation can be made as to what private use should be given priority over the work of the Association, it would also not be a matter to be taken up and discussed. Because thanks to that personal use and doing it, I can work with a talented individual named Faria.

"With..."

"I was obsessed with reading books."

"Yeah. I'm not impressed, but okay."

Ruufa was relieved to see Faria half-eyed. Half-eyes still don't suit her, and more importantly, that chilling gaze only hurt a little. Change the story immediately.

"By the way, why are you looking so happy?

"Aren't Setuna happy? Mission, mission!

"Setuna..."

"You are Setuna-Kamiya now. Nothing more or less. You should keep that in mind."

Ruufa flashed to Faria's unobtrusive dialogue. What she says is fine, and there is no objection. Exactly. It can be described as completely indispensable. But still, it may be the self that brings the sickle from the depths of my heart to claim it.

You won't get used to it any time soon.

"Ma, that's the same, right? So this. Keep your eyes open by the end of the day."

In addition to accepting Ruufa's statement lightly, what she has been offering was a single envelope. I guess there's a letter or something in there. There was no way he could grasp the contents from the outside, and Ruufa inquired as he received them from her.

"What's this?

"It's a love letter. from me."

And so on, to Faria, who had glistened winks, he just had to float back. I remember some confusion in the response I wouldn't expect, and I can't forbid a slight dizziness in her light smile.

"Ha...?

"Then I will greet all the White Saints"

"Ah, Mr. Faria, hey, ma-"

Without any ear whatsoever on this restraint, he blurted, looking out for Faria's back, which followed the garden.

"Love letter......"

Look down at the envelope. Love letters, etc., but the envelope had no decoration whatsoever. Sighs. Talking to Faria made me feel like I was upset. I even get that feeling, like being swallowed up by her fluctuations. That's not so uncomfortable, some parts of it are rather comfortable, but that's why Ruufa was not an adult enough to accept her color.

A peek inside the envelope contained one carefully folded letter.

"This is a technique..."

Written in the letter was a line of ancient letters according to the summoning formula, whose beautiful handwriting was so blinding to Ruufa as well. The numerous letters written down, while as if dancing glossy, were by no means difficult to read, and were a carriage of brushes that could be understood by any armed summoner. While her playfulness peeks, it's arguably a letter with a peek at her skill.

And when that ancient line of letters entered Ruufa's retina, what was built behind his brain was what he needed most to play Setuna-Kamiya.

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Worlam is a typical city of Azark.

Located in the northeastern part of Azark territory, its large city is said to be comparable in magnificence to the capital, Zark Rem, and its population is also second only to the capital. It is also the birthplace of the extravagant Romark-Byrd, who built enormous wealth in just one generation, and is also known to be visited by many merchants who want to redeem himself for his success.

Woram was also the destination for the time being of the Laxus.

"Have you crossed the border and finally set foot in Azark"

Laxus said, looking at the view that extends beneath the blue sky, no one. Baile Street, stretching from the Gandhian kingdom of Maldar, had finally crossed the border without so much as entering Azark territory. I don't see much change in the scenery. Even though he has entered another country, he is a neighbor. It doesn't change from anything to anything. So much so that the earth, with its wide streets, has been transformed from a blue meadow into a wide plain.

"It's in the carriage."

Somewhere the angry boy's voice overheard, Laxus glanced back at the map he had widened in front of him. Setuna is right, it's in the carriage. Some vibration was shaking the map depicting the area around Gandia. We were able to cross the border between Gandhia and Azark without any problems because both sides got spears and the truce first.

For Gandia, it was not a good idea to devote troops to skirmishes with Azark, nor, as Azark, was it meant to prolong the clashes. If the enemy is only in Gandhia, we can concentrate our forces, but it doesn't work that well. More importantly, we deployed all our strength against Gandhia, but at the end of the day, I guess we decided that Lucion, the Gandhian ally, must invade without pinching his hair between us.

"By the end of the day, you'll be able to reach the Worlam."

"That's the only way I left early, naturally."

Laxus raised his face to a sloppy mouthfeel with a throw. At the end of the gaze, there is a large hole worn on the side of the front carriage, and you can see idyllic landscapes flowing across it. The front was torn apart by the Imperial Demon who came last night. It was only after the destruction of the Imperial Demon by the activity of Setuna and Lancaine that I realized it. Fortunately, no further damage was done to the horse or the carriage, although he was relieved.

"... Setuna?

"What?

"What are you peeling at?

"I'm not peeling."

"No, it would be mumbling"

"... So can I say one thing?

"What?

"Why do I have to be so far!

With Setuna screaming out loud, Laxus finally turned his attention to you. Behind the carriage. Some luggage comes into view. It is as much clothing and food as you need on the road. It would be an unusually swollen cloth bag, distorted by them. And Setuna's screams were heard from that bag.

Unexpectedly, Lancaine, now ever silent, mocked.

"It's because you're bloodstained, isn't it? So much so that you can't wipe it off whether you wipe it or not."

"Shut up! I didn't ask you!

As Setuna, who had only her head out of the cloth bag, looked out for Lancaine to scream at her, Laxus also had a similar conviction to give up that she would not be able to hold between them or anything else. Setsuna is exasperating hostility towards Lancaine, and Lancaine rather releases a delightful willingness to kill at such Setsuna hostility. Even if the relationship gets worse, it won't get any better. I felt like that was equal to a miracle.

"Lord Knight, would you like to throw this little noisy object outside?

"Ah! Holy shit! I'm not kidding!

"... be quiet"

When Laxus glanced cold, Setuna mumbled.

Sigh. At this rate, will I be able to carry out my mission safely? I acknowledge my abilities. Setuna's prowess was well understood in last night's first battle. You can say more than you imagined. There was no way to be scared at all of dealing with a large number of Imperial Demons, and their battle gestures were such that they were rumored to be evil.

What I see, I feel it. Setuna would be a great force for Gandia. It is not impossible for King Leongand to want it. If he had all that power, whether he was equal to the Imperial Devil, he had no hand not to use.

But humanly, I have to say, we're still growing. I know the sentiment that you can't forgive Lancaine. He's a Laxus and Gandhian. The anger and pity for the senseless slaughter of the people of Karan should be more than Setuna. But he can prioritize his mission over his emotions. And while on duty, the personality of the Royal Gandia as a knight erased sentiment from him.

Will Setuna eventually be like that?

(Is that growth?

The mundane questions were also fogged in the chest of the knight Laksas-Barghazar.

He turned to Setuna in a gentle manner. Setuna's face, which remained silent from earlier, was stretched with the return blood of the Imperial Devil. As Lancaine said, I couldn't wipe it off again and again. I guess I should wash it off with water, but unfortunately there is only a small amount of water to hold, and on top of that I also used it to disinfect Setuna's wound, and it was used to wash the blood back on my face and hands. Setsuna herself has been a waste.

Of course I am dressed, but the amount of blood that came down on my face and hair was considerable and was extra noticeable because the clothes were beautiful. How many Imperial Demons he killed last night will be sufficiently conveyed by the awesomeness of the returning blood bathed throughout his body.

"I told you during the night, didn't I? You're bloody right, as he said. What do you think people who don't know about you like that would think? Our mission cannot be allowed to fail. I don't want to cause any minor problems while I'm inside Azark. Will you be patient for a while now?

If we get to the Worram, we can wash it off in the inn bath. Until then, he added, Setsuna said that she was still uncomfortable.

"But that's why you can shove it in the bag while you're asleep."

Laxas nodded in his chest, saying that he was right.