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

"Armed Summoning"

It was the immense light that burst out of my whole body with that one word that Quon uttered like a twinkle. A flash so mysterious and vivid that I don't think it belongs in this world. In an instant he smeared the indoors in pure white, driving the sight of those who were opening their eyes crazy. Now where the Knights Commander issued the decree, he would not have been able to move on to action. No matter how sharp the kill flashes, you can't help but attack if you can't figure out where your target is.

The immense light converges instantly into the right hand of Quon, making it the symbol of the mercenary group White Shield, where the pure white shield from which its name comes appears. It is a summons in different space-time, different dimensions than the illus valle that there are numerous.

Pure white shield.

It depicted a true circle until it was stunning. About thirty centimeters radius. It was never a big shield and seemed somewhat unforgivable to take enemy attacks. But it's a subpoena. It is impossible to deduce its performance by appearance. Most importantly, I felt safe in its unreliable shape if I tried to turn it into a quon I was used to.

Successful summons has eliminated defeat.

The surface of the shield is engraved with intricate lines. Tattoos like demon squares built by countless words. I didn't even know quon what that meant, but at least it didn't seem to belong in this world. Not to mention that it's not even an ancient language needed to exercise armed subpoena. Maybe it's the word of the world where this shield should be.

Anyway, the moment I got that simple shield, the feeling of Quon crossed over. My consciousness grew rapidly and my horizons widened rapidly. Consciousness is not just enlarged. It builds strength to every corner of the body, conceiving the contradiction of becoming enormous but sharp.

It is the current state of this space that the sharpened sensation projects behind the brain, the appearance that the Knights with the murder weapon are bewildered by the flash, the appearance of his companions who do not break their flat attitude. Graham's expression, which issued the decree by turning his voice upside down, did not, however, lose his majesty as captain of the Knights, nor his fine dust. The cavaliers in line, like the cavaliers, seem to be blinded by the light of summons, but they are also not alarming opponents.

And multiple breaths reached Quon's ear. The Knights dressed for service moved in unison. Physical activity. It's sharp killing to jump from the tip of the score. Even if your vision doesn't work properly, if you don't move prey, it will be easy to aim for.

The intention to kill is looming from behind Quong as well.

"Shield."

Quon looked back as he secretly ordered. The eyes of a woman dressed as a waitress are stunned open. She had succeeded in sticking the dagger in her hand to the flank of Quon. But the cuts on the dagger broke through the costume wrapped around Kuon's body, and even his eyelashes pierced the skin and nothing damaged the built-in. That's why the waitress is stunned.

Most of all, she's not the only one who was stunned. The people who had been hit by targets other than Quon were also voicing surprises when they were powerless to strike a special blow. powerlessness. So powerless. I couldn't let a single penetration of a sharpened dagger, a flash of a sharp, extreme sword, or a scratch on a member of the White Shield. Despite the fact that my body touches my skin.

Kuon didn't even remember his pity for assassins who didn't know what was going on. If you try it against them, it could be something like, no kidding. The sword has reached its goal. It was supposed to be a fatal blow. It wouldn't be strange to be less confused if that turned out not to be able to even cause a ravage wound.

"Why......!?

A woman's question is better. Quon wanted to answer her question, but she reconsidered that there was no more foolish act than politely explaining her abilities to the enemy. Most importantly, where I explained the power of this shield, I would not cover his advantages, nor would I have to worry about that. There was nothing more to fear than a shield appeared and power activated.

When he could gently retreat his dagger with his left hand, which remained protruded by his flank, he gently turned to the Knights Commander to check the surrounding conditions.

Waldo and the others were not just relaxed, but they stood up and threatened each other, and they were attacked by enemies and exchanged. Though the face of Swell-Lanagaudi, who rarely accompanied the battlefield (the battle was not for real in the first place), was so blue as never before.

Wald-Mastia had no idea what to do with the sword that had been thrust by his servants. He understands our position that he would be hesitant to fight back. This is the private residence of the Knights in power in the Kingdom of Berel. Whether it is self-defense or not, it is the view of the Knights Commander that is justice and powerless in front of state power no matter how much the Quons line up their arguments for justice.

Like them against the Quons who put up shields.

And I shouldn't have gotten my hands on it without darkness any more than they were no longer a threat to the Quons. There's no point in hurting them either. It's already powerless. Whatever means they take, they cannot harm the Quon with his shield.

When I saw that Mana-Ericcia and Iris had not both gotten their hands on the servants who had arrived, it seemed to draw my attention to this one. Meanwhile, the servants, who were completely taken by the surprise blow, must not have known what happened for a moment. You wouldn't even think that Kuon was prevented by the power of the shield he summoned.

"What are you doing! Do it, do it!

Graham's majestically filled anger was felt by Quon, rather like something that distinguished his lightness, but was too powerful to make the Knights dressed for service recover from the suspension of thought.

The servants moved in unison.

"Ha!

"So do it!

"Oh no!

Boomy temper.

Flashing sword light.

Numerous slaughters, numerous spikes (and one) have hit the Quons, but there was nothing like their flesh being hurt. Once again, the power of the shield prevented the enemy from attacking. An invisible wall unfolding to cover his entire body took a series of swords, scattering a shitty clash indoors.

Quon narrowed his eyes. I had to sympathize with the Knights in service who had no choice but to slap their weapons against a barrier that couldn't even be broken.

Shields are invincible.

And as long as the power of the shield is within reach, neither Quon nor his people will be hurt. Rather, it is the blade knocked against the wall created by the shield that will damage it and lose its cleavage.

That was the ability of the white shield and the root of the strength of the mercenary group White Shield. When Quon summons the White Shield, the White Shield becomes an undefeated, invincible group. Once, Logner's army was able to fall Fortress Balsar only because the power of this white shield acted on the entire Logner army and rendered the Gandhian army's attack powerless.

(Yes. This is the power of the Shield of Messiah)

Quon looked for Graham Zan-Nordis when he glanced at the Knights members who came knocking on their weapons with a grudge, as ordered by the Knights Commander. The chief of the knights, who should have settled his hips in the opposite seat until earlier, didn't even see a shadow whether he had even left the room with the executives. But Quon's augmented hearing captured countless shoe sounds coming toward this room. Must be the number of people who were laying low inside and outside their private mansion in anticipation of this happening to Graham.

That number was well over a hundred, and although it was thought to be a tremendous force to assassinate the executives of a group of mercenaries, it might also have been an indication of some appreciation of the Quons.

He grinned bitterly.

(Still not enough)

Kuon looked down at the pure white shield. The pale and divine light that the shield exudes seemed to truly represent that it was not of the world. Unsullied light. A great glow that protects the soul and makes it daunt. Something that promises victory.

The Knights in service stopped the attack simultaneously. You must have realized that it doesn't work at all. I saw tiredness in that look. Just wielding your weapon must have taken away your health. And the gaze peeks. That was also similar to despair. No matter how many weapons you slap, you're held back by an invisible wall and you can't scratch a scratch. Besides, there's no way the Quons are going to fight back. Not knowing what the other person is thinking in this situation is nothing short of creepy.

Unexpectedly, Swell asked me to whisper.

"What are you going to do?

"Right. Anyway, I guess I want to put an end to this situation. I don't mean to do things with Berel."

"Isn't it too late already?

Kuon shook his head at Waldo's heartbroken voice.

"No..."

"I don't even know what Master Kuon thinks, but isn't there more room for negotiation than Berel has put all his might to crush us?

"If this is the king's will, then so be it."

Quon had in mind the seemingly weak face of Berel King Istria Ray-Berel's will as he looked out for the tidy side of Mana. It used to be English, but as he grew older, he tended to be ill, and since he often lay low on the floor, his reputation was full of weakness, and in fact, even when Quon met with the King of Istria, the king's gaze was never set at one point.

Kuon remembered that the king's eyes were full of suspicion and that his body did not deserve credit even for his stupidity, and that his breath was going to be stuck just to confront him. And I also remember the sobriety of my soul swinging deep into its eyes.

"You think it's not the king's will?

"Why do you think the King of Istria invited us to his capital?

"Isn't it simply because you want the power of war? Rumor has it, Gibbell's about to make an alliance with Zalwarn."

Gibelle was a country to the east of Berel and a neighbour of Zalwarn. If the two countries became allies, they would be held back by Logner to the west, Zalwarn to the north, and Zibel to the east, and from Berel it would not have accumulated.

Even though it's hard to deal with two countries, Zalwarn and Logner, you wouldn't even want to think about Gibbel joining you there or anything. It is no exaggeration when it comes to the crisis of survival.

But then, how can it be difficult to join a mercenary regiment? Even though the White Shield is invincible, local victories alone cannot overshadow large numbers. Regardless, I can't protect only the King's capital, Rune Berel, but how long will I have it?

Besides, the story of the alliance between Gibbel and Zalwarn doesn't leave any rumors. If we look at the condition of the King of Istria, it is not necessarily surprising, though, that he doubts the rumors but is driven by the fear of an overwhelming influx of troops by the formation of an alliance, which prevents him from making a normal decision.

Quon glanced indoors as he grasped with a sense that countless footsteps and killings were killing him outdoors. The suppliers seemed to be waiting to rendezvous with their companions, with no sign that they would set up a weapon yet. No matter how many increase, no matter how many shields you can't shatter, no change will come to the situation, but I guess you don't know that.

He saw his companions gathered around him at some point. Swell, Waldo, Mana, and Illis. Naturally, no one has been injured.

"Of course, I guess I have that, too. But I don't think that's all."

Quon had in mind the face of a pale king. He was exhausted, shaking as if his little soul were seeking salvation in the depths of the old king's unfathomable eyes, which were in suspicious darkness. I was looking for rest. Soul tranquillity. I don't need to doubt anyone, I don't need to be able to threaten anything, I want those days.

I guess that's why I even followed a clumsy mercenary group called The White Shield. No, I may have invited him directly to Runeberel, rather because I found the value of just clinging to the White Shield. For example, I guess I've been recognized for about the past month.

Indeed, there must have been something to keep an eye on, the activities of the Quons, since they signed with Berel. I don't praise myself for painting, I look calmly and judge you so. We destroyed the nest of the Imperial Demon (Omma) in Berel and banished the Imperial Demon, which spreads throughout the country. Though not entirely indispensable, nevertheless, there should no longer be instances where people would be attacked by a herd of Imperial Demons.

Maybe I could say I turned down my hindsight worries.

As a result, Berel no longer had to consider the threat of an alien monster called the Imperial Demon, nor did he need to divide his power for the Imperial Demon. This must be a significant change in small countries.

And the Quons, The White Shield, were supposed to join the front as well.

Whether it was homeland defense or invasion of an enemy country, the White Shield's entry into battle must have promised this country numerous victories.

Because as long as Quong puts up a pure white shield, defeat is unlikely.

(How could you do this?

It was also natural for Quong to tilt his neck.

There was no reason for the Quons to rival the Knights of the Kingdom of Berel. It is a group of mercenaries, albeit famous, and a knighthood with the highest fighting power, mainly by those and Berel. It is only coordination that must not be hostile. It's like mercenaries disobeying their employers. And if that fact is disseminated, it could interfere with the future activities of the White Shield.

No matter how powerful you are, you won't even want to hire the kind of people who collide with your own army and cause problems.

That is why Quon did not, and does not intend to continue to do, act in such a way that there will be friction between him and his employer, the Knights. But what about the status quo?

There was friction and a collision.

Unwanted things. I don't even see a way to open it.

In the first place, it was due to an offer from Graham's side that the Quons, the White Shield, were to dine with Graham Zan-Nordis, the Knights of the Kingdom of Berel.

Although the White Shield had just moved its base to Berel's capital, Rune Berel, at various busy times, it could not refuse the immediate offer of the Knights Commander, and was set to respond to the invitation along with the members chosen by Quon.

The information that Graham Zan-Nordis not only held the position of Knights Commander, but that he was authoritative enough to export to Berel's national politics, was the information he got as soon as he came to this country.

That should be it, too. The current queen, Mistle Rae-Berrell, comes from the House of Nordis and is the person to hit Graham's aunt. Graham Zan-Nordis said she gained current status and authority under her patronage. That doesn't mean there are bad rumors either. He personally gathers his confidence from all over the country as a knight among knights who pledge allegiance to the Berel royal family.

It can be described as a representative of Berel.

The unhindered refusal of such an invitation to him meant and agreed that it would jeopardize the position of the "White Shield" within Berel, and it was only natural to respond to the invitation to dine, given the way the Quons did not want to cause unnecessary friction and problems in this country. Also, stronger connections with the Knights in working within Berel is not necessarily in vain.

The Quons, however, had to start from where they prepared quite a few costumes for a meeting with the Knights executives, starting with the Knights Commander. He seems to be a mercenary who makes it his business to fight on the front lines, and has lived a life unrelated to parties and such. Of course, it's not like there hasn't been such an invitation so far, and Quon has had his face on several celebration parties and balls. However, Quon was mostly the only one to attend such a party, and few other members were invited. Even so, it is about Swirl or Mana, the deputy commander.

Therefore, I had to prepare a costume and for that reason I had to run around Runeberel.

"That's a painful expense."

The two words of Swell-Lanagaudi hurt Kuon's ear. Moreover, if we are going to make this organization called the White Shield larger, we have to also increase the costs of these relationships. And that could have a serious impact on White Shield's policy.

There must be no such thing as losing sight of the original purpose due to lack of financial resources.

(That's all I can do. Never)

Though I am so strongly determined, I don't even mock myself for being something similar right now. Is it not an exaggeration to say that we are about to lose sight of our purpose? Are you trapped in the position of a mercenary and not able to do anything?

I don't see any element to shake my head or deny it.

I didn't even know if I was moving forward towards my purpose, or Quong himself.

Will the meeting with the Knights Commander take us even half a step forward from the status quo?

The meeting took place at the private residence of Graham Zan-Nordis. The luxurious mansion was situated on a hilltop overlooking the capital, Rune Berrell, where the powerful lived.

Those in power say they prefer heights.

Participating from the White Shield were five deputy directors, Swirl-Lanagaudi, Mana-Ericcia, Wald-Mastia and Illis, starting with the commander, Quon-Camilla. Everyone was sleeving through borrowed costumes.

Although everyone admired the fact that Quon seemed like your son, it was a completely unrealistic assessment on his part. I hate tough outfits in the first place. It's easier to wear it everyday. Whatever the time and circumstances, it's only natural.

Swirl wore plain costumes at first glance when it came to whether to be a puller for the dazzling young people, etc. Speaking of him, it was his judgment, and there was no room for the Quons to pinch their mouths.

I had to make Waldo feel a little cramped, but that's something I can't do either. I couldn't find a costume the right size for him. Then I said I would leave a message at the base, but Waldo also couldn't have taken him more than he had been invited by the other side by name.

Mana's dress had a shitty touch of elegance and was a true manifestation that she didn't grow up in the average family. Most of all, if you look at your usual standing behavior, you'll see. It was a well-known fact that she was out of the upper class. It is because of the family name. If you're looking for an armed summoner, there's nothing you don't know, so you're from a famous clan.

And Iris wore the costume that Mana ran around all over Runeberel, carefully selected on top of it. Initially, Illis himself said that the "White Shield" special outfit would suffice, but he accepted to change by Mana's persuasion and plea.

An outfit that pushed her heartbeat when Mana said it looked good on Illis was a black based dress whose bold and delicate design had a treacherous, decadent atmosphere. It should also be called a Gothic and Lolita-style costume. Many of the reasons why Illis was reluctant to wear it may have been in its appearance. Her condition, such as having to tide her cheeks with embarrassment, was telling the story.

On the other hand, all the organizers Graham Zan-Nordis and below were Knights of the Kingdom officials. They are the captains of each unit, starting with Deputy Commander Ash-Wimbert. Milan-Class, Weiss-Madley, Six-Lime. Neither he nor anyone else would be bothered to have such a flair as a purely cultivated prince rather than a benign warrior. To be more than a captain in the Knights of the Kingdom of Berel, he says, you have to be noble.

Therefore, all that went face to face with the Quons, including the Knights Commander, were of noble origin and luxury because they also saw the costumes they were wearing. Compared to the borrowing costumes that the Quons wear. Besides, everyone was dressed in costumes, whether they were used to wearing them from time to time or as a gift of upper-class specific education. He had not lost his luxurious costume, and on top of that he was elegant in standing and behaving.

After finishing his formal greeting, he began to eat while being surrounded by some tension.

At first, it was an unmistakable story. Boring extreme social normative interaction. It was a common praise for the work of the White Shield within Berel, and for the Quons it was nothing more than a line of familiar praise.

The next topic discussed was the previous activities of the White Shield. A record of the battle as a mercenary regiment. Quon intended to answer as many questions as he could on the question since the establishment of the White Shield, although it was only six months ago that he clouded his response on the reference to the battle at the Fortress of Balsar.

And the shift of the topic to the future of the White Shield may have been a natural consequence in a way (even if the Grahams' purpose was to do so). It's not like I didn't make it a prediction even if I turned it on. It's a common topic. But when he found out that what Knights Chief Graham wanted was something that would take freedom away from the White Shield and close the way to a great purpose, Quon refused.

I had to refuse.

Graham's desire was for the White Shield to descend to Berel's military gates and be controlled and operated under the control of the Knights.

The White Shield is a group of mercenaries. It is an organization that flies free and at will, not trapped in the framework of a state. An independent mechanism that is not controlled by anything. One group of people who are not ruled by anyone, who are not manipulated by anyone, and who run around the continent without regard to anyone's thoughts - that was the White Shield and the form of Quon's dreams.

It was only a contract with the state, and it was not meant to be dominated by power. Then neither does his desire. If you can't run around the continent, you can't help but save all the weak.

That's why he refused. I bounced off without a nibble. I didn't mind the Knights captain changing his complexion. This is all I can't give in.

The White Shield must not be ruled by anything.

It must not belong to anyone to shine upon everything as wide as the white sun shines in heaven.

Kuon therefore overtook Graham's request. As a result, I couldn't help but try to make my relationship with the Knights worse. Think about your relationship with the Knights and your employer. Not much, nothing other than a real fall, such as losing the White Shield philosophy.

but I never thought that that negotiating decision would result in this.

I didn't even think Graham was so short-handed.

"Dear…! Dear Kuon!"

It may have been thanks to Mana-Ericcia's unusual shout-out that his consciousness, freed without trying, was able to make his return from the flight to the past. It was because she screamed with a constant calm smile that she recognized that it was an immediate emergency and was able to return without hesitation from the sea of fantasy.

What I grasped with my return to reality was the colour of the red lotus burning the edges of my sight, the sound of something blowing up, the smell of various things burning, the stunned expression of the knights surrounding me. Some gave a look as if it were also on the blue sky thunderbolt, while others raised a sad determination on the pale face.

Mana and Illis are not as desperate as the Knights, but they were losing room to come from the absolute fact that they were protected by the power of the shield.

Graham and the others set fire to the mansion.