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

"... I've heard more about this than I ever imagined."

The first voice of Linonclair Leve-Roussión may have been glad to say that it was as expected. We saw the likeness of a small city burned down by the flames. It is the ultimate and utter reaction, and there is nothing to rejoice in where such predictions have been made in the middle.

Under cloudy weather, the streets are just like ruins. No, it was a sight that couldn't be compared to the streets or anything. The flames of disaster brought about by Lancaine-Bunell burned this little city called Karan down with a fiery fire of red lotus, spreading so much destruction that it did not retain its prototype. The city gates, the roads, the houses that were supposed to have stood side by side, and the various buildings were drunk by the mad flames of the armed summoner and lost their original appearance.

Faria-Belfaria experienced a mild dizziness in the state of the city, which did not even see any signs of reconstruction. It is a sight I have seen more than once during my stay in Karan. It's such a familiar view that it's not an exaggeration when it comes to burning to the retina. But still, there's nothing I can do to get my impeccable anger into it.

Many things were lost. Countless lives disappeared from the world, and Karan lost most of his function as a city. Though it was even difficult to secure a place for the people left to sleep, only food and tents were successfully scratched by the activism of the Phalia's. It was before dawn that we were able to put them in order, even if it was not enough.

While taking supplies from Merrell, nearest to Karan, and requesting support from Wang Du and Krebourg, the hearts and minds of the affected inhabitants had to be reassured.

Faria couldn't sleep for more than two days. That was the same with her colleagues and Saris-Erion and other members of the guard corps, whom they put to sleep with some relief only after the arrival of support from Krebourg.

"I can't forgive you."

"Yes."

In tune with Linonclair's twinkle, Faria was thanking her from the bottom of her heart for coming to visit Karan. At the same time, make your admiration for her deeper. Linonclair Leave-Lucion. Born as a princess, he was a man who stood on the battlefield on behalf of Leongand in many battles and was able to find respectable places in his experience, skill, personality and everything.

A way like hers could be ideal for Faria.

Faria looked back, curious. The female knights of the visible White Saints have not even exchanged private words, rather than disturbing one line. Everyone was seen as surprised and stunned by the likeness of Karan.

That was the same for Ruufa-Bargasar. No, he would have been more upset. He is a Gandhian national. It was no surprise that he was more shocked than the knight of Lucion.

By the way, they were all getting off carriages and horses. I followed Linonclair's policy of wanting to walk around. Who doesn't divulge dissatisfaction is much due to her morality?

July 13th.

A day had passed since one line left Gandion, the king's capital. It was the same airspace, but there was never any sign that it would start to rain. Nevertheless, the leaded cloud-covered sky and damp air could not have brilliantly colored the return of Linonclair, though.

And it's Karan.

The footsteps of the line were finally getting heavier.

Unexpectedly, Linonclair opened his mouth.

"But where do I hit this anger? You can't hit Lancaine-Bunel again."

"What do you mean?

Faria gave me a strange look. I didn't know what Linonclair meant when he suddenly said that. Lancaine was also secured by Setuna and transferred to Gandion, the king's capital. Bump your anger. Nothing but leave the rest to the country. That's why we can't do anything about this anger, and we're on our way.

"My brother said he added him to the pawn. I wonder if you're acting with Setsuna."

Linonclair's voice was small enough to whisper in his ear that even nearby Faria could miss hearing it. That would be natural, too.

Faria was a tremendous shock the moment she heard her words. The emotional reaction that it was impossible, something that should not be, and the rational decision that Leongand might or might not do, no, ran wildly through her head.

Lancaine-Bunell. To join the Pendragon clan of Zalwarn, armed summoner. Mass murderers who turned this little city into ruins. Something's wrong with pawning a man like that. But if I hadn't gone wrong, I wouldn't have taken Setuna to the battlefield instantly and let her fight, etc.

Madness.

Something very far from reason is poking and moving Leongando.

(No)

She shook her head in her heart. Maybe it's more rational. Overwhelming reason that can dominate such passions as anger and hatred for being slaughtered the people. Whether that equates to madness or sanity, Leongando thought it would be more beneficial for Gandhia to use Lancaine as a force of war than to sentence him to death.

That's understandable. I'm convinced by the head. Still.

"No!"

"Don't be too loud. Wouldn't it be awkward if someone asked?

Linonclair's voice sounded like a prank, but the bluff was cold. I should have expected this reaction, but maybe that's why I have to chill out. Most of all, that's why it wasn't even Faria who could calm down instantly.

I'm not talking about breaking it off.

Karan was an important city to her. Her involvement in the launch of the Callan branch of the Continental Summoners Association prompted her to wish to transfer to the city. I knew it would be more convenient to gather information if I stayed in Gandion, the Wang capital, but still Faria was interested in rooting and developing the newborn branch in Karan.

Regardless, I didn't neglect my mission.

Karan is not far from Gandion. My colleagues, subordinates, and supervisors at the time I worked for the Gandion Branch were also asking me to help them let them know as soon as they had any good information, and they were happy to acknowledge that.

Everyone knew what her name meant, so there would be.

Thus, when Faria lived in Karan, she had spent her days with the feeling as if she were in her homeland. I became acquainted with Saris-Erion and other guards, and also became acquainted with Elina and her family in contact with the people of the city of Karan.

The days spent in Karan run through my head. Countless faces and names, floating away. Numerous memories burned down overnight.

It was only shortly after that that that I was behaving calmly. The more ruthless, the more rational. That had to happen. All I had to do was ensure the safety of the burned residents, contact Gandion, Krebourg, etc., and request backup. He was busily killed.

And it was a boy named Setuna-Kamiya who was waiting for her to be released from post-processing. I didn't leave it up to the guards to ask him about the situation, though there was talk of Setuna being an armed summoner.

I didn't even have time to rest.

Setsuna was put in a Leongand mouth truck but was to head out to the battlefield for it, and had to take care of him, who was unconscious in the Wang capital. That's not what someone ordered. but I wonder who other than her can keep you beside Setuna. Anyway, Faria had to think about Setsuna at four or six. There couldn't have been time to get emotional about Karan.

but not now.

Setuna, who accounted for the majority of Pharia's consciousness, was on his way to the enemy nation. It's a mission. The more worried I was, the more reassuring I could have left him to Laksas-Barghazar.

Loose was born in my heart.

Reason peeled off.

"Then!

Faria, I didn't know, was shouting. I didn't hear anything in my ear. Because another voice was sounding. The crying girl's voice. screaming, or grudging, voices of people caught in flames and dying. Crying. Countless shouts echoing the ruined Karan were now shaking her eardrums violently.

Linonclair's eyes were like frozen jewels.

"I told you because it's you, Faria. so that when Setuna returns you can properly welcome him up"

"What do you mean!?

The calm and extreme Linonclair narrative only made Faria's emotions even more expensive. You have to calm down. You should chill your head - I knew that. But once the hoop comes off, there's nothing you can do about it. The shackles have come off. The fervor, which had been repressed, turned into a running stream and swept the vortex.

Therefore, I do not understand the meaning of Linonclair's words either.

"Take it easy. Everybody's watching."

"It doesn't matter! What the hell is going on? I'm not convinced!

"Are you sure you're not convinced?

……

In response to Linonclair's inquiry, Faria responded with silence. My head understands. Leongando's choice is not a strong mistake, either, if we consider it to strengthen this country, to mimic peace, tranquillity and prosperity. Lancaine is a man who alone has the power to destroy the city. Gandhia's power can be greatly enhanced if he can be captured into the force. That may be a pleasure for those living in Gandhia.

If only the fact that Lancaine burned down the city of Karan and killed its inhabitants.

But it is a harsh fact that the Lancaine flames have burned down a small city, and that undeniable reality takes reason away from Faria. It was also anger at the helpless self who could do nothing. I couldn't think of any choice because I was away at work, etc.

At that time, if Faria had remained in Karan, she would have also been able to defeat Lancaine before the city was burned down. No matter how strong he was, there was no way even Faria could defeat him more than the fact that he was defeated by an amateur-like Setuna. That's why you regret it.

I also know that I can't change the past with her. I also understand that we have to look at reality. We also knew that one of those realities was the existence of Lancaine, and that we had to accept it.

It's just an emotional problem.

"If I had stayed the princess of Gandhia, I would have done everything in my power to oppose it. No, I am the wife of a neighbouring prince. You're not allowed to interfere in your internal affairs, and you don't have the power to do that."

Linonclair told me to laugh at her. Those eyes have already melted ice and, as usual, they have a mild smile. I didn't laugh bitterly at how Faria was doing, nor did I look as if I was exhausted and loving. Rather, it even seemed as if he was mocking himself.

I wonder what it means to mock yourself.

As far as Faria can tell, I don't see anything to mock herself about.

Falia acknowledged herself as she gradually regained her calm as she took Lucion's princess sleaze. No, still on the inside, the passion is storming and blowing. But the consciousness was recovering enough to be able to cover the superficial layer with a mask of reason. The vision, which was too narrow, widens slightly.

Every time the surrounding situation popped into her head, Faria had to realize her exposed ugliness. I shouted so loudly. When it comes to the pain of countless gaze piercing your back, how can I describe it?

It was nothing but a lethargy. Speaking of Faria-Belfaria, she always went by as someone who was calm and settled and never moved into things, and she intended to have behaved to keep that impression from breaking. That is what an armed summoner belonging to the Association of Continental Summoners called Faria-Belfaria should look like. A pitiful and intelligent female summoner - the image seemed so brittle that it collapsed.

Wasn't it as disturbing in public as when you saw Azmaria-Altemax?

Faria was driven by the desire to curse her detours with all her might, but she also understood that it was not such a situation now. Although it is unlikely that the face will rapidly orgasm.

"That's why you're leaving."

Linonclair was no longer staring at Faria. Perhaps the words that went on to whisper only sounded like Faria.

"This is my hometown. I still love you, and I care about you. But there's no place for me here."

(Place…)

Faria couldn't help but think of another person's face, even as she looked into Linonclair's heart. Visitors from different worlds. About a boy who couldn't possibly be anywhere.

He chose this country as his first place. She doesn't know if that was the right choice. He wouldn't even know that himself. But it shouldn't have been a bad decision either. At least this country needed him, and as long as he continued to live up to that expectation, he should have continued to function as a place to be.

And the other, Saris-Erion's voice, passed Faria's brain.

'I will not forgive that man. Absolutely, no matter what happens, only that man......!

The voice of a man trembling low was such that he could not contain the rage of rampant madness in his chest, and Faria knew his thoughts so painfully. I felt the same way. Everyone would have an emotion for witnessing that tragedy, such as forgiving Lancaine-Bunell. It was a natural reaction.

He didn't lose sight of me even though he was driven by anger because he was a man loyal to his duties. The Saris-Ellions were the first to rush after the battle between Setuna and Lancaine, and if he had the heart to do so, he could have retaliated against Lancaine, who had passed out.

But he did not seek revenge.

I guess he decided then that the moment had something else to do and have to do rather than fulfill his personal vengeance. Like Faria shortly after she returned to Karan, she may have painstakingly connected her heart, which is still likely to break, by giving top priority to the performance of her duties.

But when things are over, consciousness changes. He's changed, too. From a good young man who is warm and carefree, to a vengeful man who spreads hatred and resentment. That said, there was no way to avenge him. Lancaine was transferred to Gandion, the king's capital. He had no choice but to wait for Lancaine to be brought to justice. I couldn't have cleared my mind with that, but I would have been able to calm the passion somewhat.

but.

(Sarris...... what do you think?

Instead of being judged, Lancaine is alive at last. As the handkerchief of King Gandhia Leongando, he said he was acting with the Setunas.

If this fact gets into Saris-Erion's ear, what will happen to him? I can't stay calm. In his case, it's more true than Faria's. He's losing his family by the Lancaine flames...

Faria hastily followed Linonclair as she realized he was walking out. If Linonclair resumes his journey, the long queue will also be free from stagnation to move. If you stood there in silence, you'd be drunk in a row from behind. So, not really.

"You seem to have calmed down a little bit."

"Thanks to Master Linon"

"Really?

While following right behind Linonclair and exchanging words without other love, Faria was thinking about Sarris. No, Sarris, it's not a matter of one person. If the survival of Lancaine-Bunell is revealed, the Gandian people must be angry. You may curse Leongand's decision as "foolish," or mourn the King's ways of not thinking about national sentiment.

Regardless, there's no way Gandhia could reveal the survival of Lancaine. Given the national sentiment, there was no other option than to hide it through. They'll keep it a secret. But sometimes just in case. Not necessarily if Linonclair returns to Logner doesn't smooth his mouth over Hulberg or the near term.

I wonder what Leongand will do then.

What does Sarris think?

Faria had a bad feeling. I couldn't think of Sarris as the kind of person who would behave greatly, but the last thing she saw of him was what fuelled anxiety and excess.

He was crying.

between sanity and madness.

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"What are you going to do?

Quon behaved extremely calmly while understanding the circumstances surrounding him. He instinctively understood that dealing with it at his leisure would appease everyone. It just seems like an instinct.

The number of places is treading. In the past six months, I had gone through enough fighting to dislike it if I were a normal human being. Whether you were a human or an Imperial Demon (Ouma), you never counted confronting an adversary. However, numerous experiences taught him the basic way of fighting, the use of armed summoning techniques and the horrors of battle, the way in which he read and manipulate the air of the field was born.

With a mild look on his face, Quon looked forward.

A man sits across a large table. Dark hair with mixed gray hair makes you feel quite an annual wheel, the eye light of the cut length is sharp, and from the pulled lips you have to acknowledge the strength of the will. I'm not wearing armor or anything. It is a gorgeous costume. Of course, it wasn't prepared just for this meeting, either. Things aren't the same as this one, which I had to prepare quickly for a sudden offer.

Graham Zan-Nordis. He is the Knight Commander of the Kingdom of Berel and the "silver shield" that has kept Berel, the small country, protected from the demonic hands of Zalwarn.

"If your White Shield doesn't come down to my Berel gate, there's no other option."

"If that's Berel's will, I can't help it."

Kuon smiled at Graham's response. Take a glance around. It was Graham's private residence that became the venue for tonight's meeting, and the Quons' White Shield executives were all in one of the mansions as if it were a symbol of his current status and possible power. Aside from Quon, he was a touch of faces like Swell-Lanagaudi, Mana-Ericcia, Wald-Mastia and Illis, all dressed in dresses and suits that he had rapidly procured just for this meeting, not in his usual black outfit.

Behind them lay the wages of men and women surrounding the great table, but in the hands of the wage men, at some point various gains were held. It was clear that there would be killing in its eyes and that it would fly in one of Graham's decrees.

Quon was content to admit that the knights around Graham would stand up quietly, yet none of these fellows would react as one. Waldo carried the extravagant dishes lined up at the table one hand after another into his mouth, and Mana was eating while listening well to Swirl's lectures. As far as the Illis was concerned, he couldn't help but care less about his outfit than his intention to kill from around him.

None of the White Shields even cared about the Knight Commander's stupidity.

I guess that's because Kuon-Kamiya is on the spot biased.

Kuon looked into Graham's eyes as he began to get upset with this attitude. The head of the knight, who pledges allegiance to the Berel royal family, looked like he was not losing his cool or understanding the situation. I may have been somewhat shocked that such attitudes as this one's extra time were far from his thoughts.

"But you can't threaten us, you can't kill us."

We should even set a more vicious trap if we intend to threaten it, and we should put an immediate piece on it if we intend to kill it.

Kuon thought of Graham and the others' failures as if they were his own and regretted. If Quon were in his position, he would not have taken the means of blackmail or anything like that. That wasn't the "White Shield" that shook his head vertically, and that fact should have been shown in previous activities and attitudes.

Of course, as for Graham's side who wanted the White Shield to be a force of war, he would have wanted to keep the Quons in his hands at all costs. He may have thought that if he threatened his life after creating even a situation where he would normally not be able to escape, he would have to break any strong beliefs.

If you still disagree on that, you must have killed him. Losing the White Shield is a huge pain, but it's better than leaving the possibility of turning to the enemy.

Nor do we know the conclusions they have drawn.

But it was a notion that fundamentally denied the existence of mercenaries, not to mention confronting the White Shield philosophy head-on.

Quon smiled, as usual. Stay calm and sober and watch Graham Zan-Nordis. He had a strange look. You can't possibly not understand this one's intentions, but I may have seen the look on Quon's face and wondered if he was mad or not.

Open your mouth quietly. Put it on your tongue is the end of the spell. One word to complete the surgical ceremony. Mystical words that bring magic to fruition.

"Armed Summoning"

The power evoked from the depths of the soul becomes a torrential yet refreshing stream of light, enveloping the whole body of Quon, consciousness. Image of the door opening. Something very powerful is about to be summoned from a different world.

I heard voices.

"Do it!

The cry of a knight captain somewhere rubbed was also like an expression of lightness as his essence, but Quon came to the idea that that lightness was the human weakness, and that was why one was all dear.

Graham is not the only one who loves anything. The Cavaliers who follow him, the Cavaliers with their weapons, and the White Shields are all equally adorable.

That's why I don't want to lose anyone as one. I don't want to hurt you.

It would be beautiful.

But he doesn't mock himself. I didn't even deny the claim of beauty, but I didn't mean to bend my beliefs. Regardless, I also knew that fighting meant nothing more than hurting enemies and the way they saw it, and I am leading a group of mercenaries with knowledge of it. He must be far from his ideals, such as the operation of mercenaries who feed on war.

But still, he put up the White Shield. The smell of blood and death jumped off the battlefield. It shouldn't have been like there was no other way. It's not like he didn't have any other means. There might have been a better way to do it.

(But I chose this path)

Quon admitted that the immense amount of light diffused from his entire body builds an arm that embodies his ideals.

And the White Shield appeared.