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

Faria must have noticed the anomaly because she was summoning Aurora Storm. Boasting a beauty as if a pair of large wings had been spread by a strange bird, its summoning armies not only improved the physical ability of the summoning principal Faria, but also greatly enhanced the five senses and did not allow even minor changes in air to be missed.

I can't even hear bugs and animals squealing in the silently dominated night world. That was a strange thing. It is not the natural appearance to be. There is one moon in heaven. The stars were numerous and all seemed the same and emitted a completely different light. And the chilling night temper that falls with the stars rather encourages the awakening of consciousness than inviting one to sleep. The sense of crossing led her spirit to the battlefield.

Faria stood beside the streets of Sisku from the city of Karan to Krebourg. Its streets, lined with strangely shaped stone columns at both ends of the road, are famous for being a particularly bizarre sight even within Gandhia, and it became known as Sisku Street, bearing the ancient language engraved on the stone columns, he said. The origin of that stone pillar is not known, and it is said that it existed before Gandhia was founded as a nation, or that it had risen above the bottom of the earth when the founding king Sagnas and the silver lion Rayon met. Whatever it is, though this street is no stranger.

Faria's standing near Sisku Street was due to Linonclair's idea. She decided to camp outside the city at night, saying that spending the night in Karan, which would not be enough to rebuild, would be annoying for the city's people. I didn't disagree. Rather, it was enough to thank her for her care. For Faria, Karan is a city so familiar that it can be called her second home. You can't be unhappy to be cared for.

There are hundreds of White Saints and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people in the Luggage Squad, and some horses to pull the luggage, and some horses to love the Knights, and we shall gather the great strip and camp at night.

She herself had never experienced much of a night camp on such a scale. It is extremely rare, including during his training as an armed summoner. Even though the massive exercise in Lyohan is not this ratio, it will not speak in the same line as this night camp.

Anyway, it took a lot of work just to prepare for the night camp. The number is the number of people. All, there was no way I could sleep in the carriage, and I had to get a bunk. Regardless, you can't annoy the hands of the Karan people. The Knights and the Waste Squad, Faria and Ruufa joined forces to prepare for the night camp. Linonclair also wanted to help, but in front of the stubborn assertion that the Princess of the Deputy Head of the White Saints was not the job to do, she also seemed to have to shut up.

The night camp, which was thus rapidly built off the streets of Sisku, was constantly lit by fire and surrounded by a little hustle and bustle. The buzz, as if it were even camping, is probably due in large part to the character of Linonclair, but it could also be given the reason that the White Saints are made up exclusively of women. They even enjoyed preparing for the night camp.

Faria is alone, away from such a hustle and bustle center. It's not that I don't like the noise. Rather, it's the quality of enjoying those noises twice as much as people do. But I didn't feel that way tonight for some reason.

Somewhere in the earth this night sky connects, Setuna is fighting. When I thought of it that way, I couldn't stay or stand. There was chest noise. I have a bad feeling. I was driven by extra anxiety because I didn't know what that was like.

That's why she left the camp at night to guard her surroundings. And summoned the rough polar light (Aurora Storm).

"Were you here?"

Suddenly he spoke from behind, Faria, a little. I didn't feel any sign at all. Even though I was wary enough to perceive distant signs.

"What can I do for you?

Faria didn't even look back. Sometimes I didn't want to give them a surprised look, but it was also true that I couldn't keep an eye on them from the front. In the so-called darkness, the red light seemed to be glowing.

"I don't have any particular business."

It is Ruufa who has come up with a badly toothed reply. He must have been quite enthusiastic about attending a banquet that was admirably held at the night camp.

"Guys, I'm a little overshadowed..."

"Didn't you follow me?

"Well, that's the way it is"

"Yes."

From his voice, mental fatigue was seeping out. Must be because they were treated like toys by the women of the White Saints. As has always been the case from the road.

Even though the White Saints are a bunch of women, it doesn't mean they're ever hungry for men. It doesn't mean love is forbidden. but I am free on the road. It is not surprising that you have chosen an armed summoner to be the subject of your leisure time. It's more than Ruufa is naming Setuna-Kamiya.

Most importantly, Faria was made fun of by Linonclair every once in a while in Faria. When I was with Linonclair, it was almost always like that. Sometimes I didn't get sick of it, but they made me part of the Gandhian royal family to behave as equal friends with a noble woman named Princess of Lucion. Nothing like this.

"By the way, what is it?

"Yes, I do. It's big."

Faria quietly hoisted Aurora Storm as she threw her words as she whispered behind her back. That's a long bow about a hundred and sixty centimeters long, but it was too vicious shaped for a bow. Like a bird spreading its wings, that's not a big deal. It must not look like a bow at first sight because it reminds me of that alien raptor. At the center of the bow was a decoration mimicking the head of a fierce bird, with a grip inside his wide open mouth. Extending up and down from there are sharp angled wings, with countless sharp crystals like feathers. Expressing them in a nutshell would be a freakin 'bird.

Stand with your body half-hearted and insert your right hand inside the mouth of a horizontally raised bow. Concentrating his consciousness as he attached his right hand to the left hand grasping the grip, the feather-like crystals shook out simultaneously and began to emit phosphorescent light. Aurora's Tome responded to Faria's request and began to show strength.

Her gaze captures a massive mass of malice twenty meters ahead.

"To?"

The missing reaction between Ruufa is impotent given his condition. He is not exercising armed subpoena. Though both physical abilities and five senses had been built up, it could hardly be helped to say that they were not so different from ordinary people compared to Phalia during the summons. I couldn't feel the signs of darkness far ahead. It's not his downfall.

The light emitted by the crystalline form of the Aurora Storm converges into the right hand that accompanies the grip. Intense power came from Pharia's palms all over his body. Fetal motion of a paralyzing force. The light gathered in his mouth retreated slightly from the darkness around him.

"The Imperial Devil."

Faria pulled her right hand in a procedure that squeezed arrows at the same time as she told her. Her right hand was grasping a bunch of light, which was still an arrow of a strip formed by thunder light. Yes, you don't have to put an arrow on the Aurora Storm, you shoot out the magic of the Aurora Storm itself as an arrow.

Set a goal and release the arrows.

The lightning that cleaved the darkness reached its goal in an instant, even though it snaked violently. Exposed to harsh flashes, it was also during the bundle that the appearance of an alien monster emerged in the darkness, beaten by the thunderlights that had arrived, with a strange and extreme scream. Exorcism. An intense thunderbolt buried the Imperial Demon under one blow.

The Imperial Demons have been shouting simultaneously because they killed their people. The fierce scream, full of hostility, was too unpleasant for the human ear, to stroke the nerves backwards.

Faria narrowed her eyes to the countless red light points that floated around the Imperial Demon she had stopped. Earlier shouts would have been heard by the people at the banquet. She smiled at the edge of her mouth, thinking of the bravery of Linonclair, who quickly flew orders to the Knights.

It is Linonclair who can cope with this abrupt situation. She will also be accustomed to fighting the Imperial Devil, having experienced many battlefields since her early teens and continuing to be on the front line as Captain of the White Saint even after being married to Prince Hulberg of Lucion.

There is no need to guide the rear. I'd rather expect backward cover.

"That's quite a few."

Ruufa came as if he was frightened. The roar of the Imperial Demon echoing in the night sky must have been an attempt to express its quantity and frighten this one.

There was something flashing behind Faria's brain watching a new arrow of thunder light form.

"That's right. I totally forgot. It was near Sisku Street."

"Ha."

The youth summoner has floated a raw reply, but Faria spins her thoughts without even paying attention to his reactions or anything else. It should certainly have spread at the end of the street lying forward. Small, but famous woods. If you were born and raised in Gandia, you would have heard of it once. Faria is not from this country, but it is still something I naturally remembered while working in Karan.

"The place of the Apostle Forest."

"What's wrong with the forest of messengers?

I don't even know if Ruufa would question it. The forest, known as Gandia's legend, is no longer equal to the ruins of its name.

Forest of messengers. It is a small forest stretching southwest of the city of Karan, along the streets of Sisku. It was once told that it was the place where a messenger silver lion from heaven descended to deliver the wars that had covered the land hundreds of years ago, the land where one young man was empowered. The young man was the one who founded Gandhia, and his name was Sagnas.

It is sometimes said that the streets of Sisku are more blessings than the earth given upon the coming of a silver lion.

"Setuna told me. He was attacked by the Imperial Demon in the Forest of the Apostles and repelled."

Karan, we're talking about your stay. I think it's the kind of thing that I used to hear so much about a boy full of bandages and creativity. Maybe I should have given you a little more attention.

"There was a nest in the forest of messengers"?

"I don't know that far. For once, it looks like Karan's guard did an investigation, but half of the forest was gone and it wasn't there."

"Half the forest was gone..."

"Setuna, I guess."

When Faria responded to sigh, Ruufa breathed behind her back. A natural reaction. Nothing interesting. When Faria started and heard the story, she was surprised. Initially, however, I didn't even think about Setuna halving the forest or anything. Though I recognized his strength to some extent, I didn't even think at all about it or see that it was enough to defeat Lancaine and change the terrain.

But she has changed her mind since she saw the power of that black and disastrous spear in reality.

Under a clear sky, an army filled with a wide plain is sighted to be drunk by the blackened spewing Red Lotus flames. A light that sweeps away the crowd of Imperial Demons that appeared in downtown Wang Du. Overwhelming force. Running of destructive and fierce forces. I'm going crazy just because I felt it -.

"No offense to him. You just used your powers to protect yourself."

Too much power for self-defense than one, that's all. Just as there is a difference between the power of a baby and an adult, there is a difference between the power of a mere armed summoner and Sethna-Kamiya. It's as big as the Great River, and there's something lying there that can't be filled.

However, there will still be a gap to get into. The immense power of a black spear not only mows down the lives of enemies, but also takes unlimited health of what it wields. If you lose consciousness, you're less than a baby trying to keep the strongest spear in your hands.

Whether or not that's not what happens when Setsuna gets pushed that far.

"Ha..."

Ruufa may also have remembered when Setuna drilled a big hole in downtown. Even though it was to defeat the Imperial Devil's flock, it was too much. That must be because he had no control over the power of the spear, and it was considered one of Setuna's faults.

He is not a biological armed summoner. Unlike the phalia, who acquired skill after seeping training in blood, they were only able to suddenly exercise it after being summoned by Iles Valle. I don't know what the principle is. Anyway, he was driven out to the battlefield without having time to learn the skills to exercise his powers, no less, under the skies of the enemy nations. At dawn when he finished his assignment and returned home, Faria thought he should look at the fold and do special training as well.

And emit a second shot.

Shot off towards the front row of a flock of moving Imperial Demons was the light of the Sanjo. Purple-electric rays fly to monsters as they draw bullshit light trails in the dark night. The Imperial Devil roared. but the reaction was too slow. Each of the three rays penetrated the head and torso of a different target and burst with flashing light. The explosion was loud and the shock waves shook the atmosphere violently. The odd rocks along the streets should not be slight.

"Well. Isn't it time for you to come along?

"I thought that would happen."

I guess Ruufa's voice, like some kind of objectivity, is also not because he never gave up something. I just understood the flow.

We must fight the Imperial Devil. You can't just count on the White Saints. If that's the case, there's no point in them getting into Linonclair's escort. It's become a black spear setuna. It doesn't make sense. Active here and diffusing information about Setuna's current location would also be one way to do it. The information that there are people in southern Gandhia who played an active role until they were seen as the main players in Gandhia in the first battle can lead to a slight easing of the vigilance of the countries located in the north of Gandhia.

"You read my love letter, didn't you?

"Yeah, I can't sleep because of that."

A love letter is a letter that Faria handed to Ruufa a few days ago. It is not always difficult, or easy, to remember a spell equal to a line of ancient languages that I wrote surprisingly in that letter, word for word. If I could memorize that in just a few days, I'd say it's a gift of daily workouts and unrelenting effort.

Of course, Faria's arms, spinning up the procedure in just half a day, are not the majority either. It is a spell to summon the summoning armed that is worthy of the synonym Setuna-Kamiya. To summon an armed man similar to the calamitous black spear, he must be not only familiar with the ancient language, but also familiar with the principles of the composition of the spell. It's not just about casting a spell.

"Hehe. Nice to meet you, Setsuna the Black Spear."

Faria, looking back at Ruufa, made him laugh like a prank.

I thought I heard a call in the narrow space between dreams and present. That must be my fault. Who shall call his name under a strange sky, on the earth?

Different worlds without stops.

That's reality.

Nobody knows.

Nobody tries to know him, nobody tries to know who he is.

Everyone passes by with a strange face with a curious eye. At the end of his gaze is a black spear, and he himself is nothing more than an aside.

What is needed is the power of black spears.

He needs to be a black spear summoning device and even a control mechanism. I don't need personality. It doesn't matter what personality, what you think, or what you dream about. It doesn't have to be him.

All you need is a black spear.

(That's what I'm worth right now)

In a consciousness that is becoming clearer at some point, I admit it chilly. I don't deny it. What Leongand asked of him was his power as a user of black spears. Setsuna also made a pact with you after figuring it out.

And I was going to wield my power as I wanted. That was all I had. I thought Gandhia (there) was the place. I thought the only way to protect my place was to wield a black spear the way Leongand wanted.

Because that's all he's worth.

(Now......)

Even if the time has come to overturn that assessment, there is nothing we can do about it now. Without strength, without skill, with little experience, it's not like you're smart. Still, I owe it to the biased black spear to get me to use it this way.

Setuna was listening to the wind at night with her ears clear as she looked at the ceiling of the carriage. Even though he had just woken up from his dreams, his consciousness was awake.

The only thing that dyes the earlobes is the tone of the wind and someone's sleep, and the sound of the bugs never colors the world at night. The darkness is deep because there is no room for outside light in the carriage carriage carriage, an almost completely enclosed space. There will be no choice but to smell like a man.

"Have you noticed?

Setuna was surprised not least by the words she was suddenly thrown at. I was surprised. Right after that escape play. I assumed everyone was asleep.

"What can I be surprised at?

Lancaine's chilling smile was extremely unpleasant for Setuna's ears. I'm making a fool of myself. Setsuna glanced at her opponent in the darkness as she turned to her voice. I knew it didn't make sense to do that, and more importantly, I don't necessarily have his eyes at the end of my gaze.

Setuna told Lancaine to snap as he gazed over the baggage he would not stop claiming to be territory from.

"... it's bad for my heart"

"That's rude."

Though it has been said, it will never be his true intention. There will be no more words to indicate constant lancaine than the word "disrespect". Except when it comes to combat.

Setuna asked, lurking her voice, recalling that she had no choice but to stand suddenly. I thought it was pathetic to wake up three sleeping men.

"So, what?

"Well, you didn't seem to notice."

"The Imperial Devil."

"Not again."

Setuna went, fed up. I feel like I'm encountering the Imperial Devil every time I spend the night outside the city. In fact, that's not true (about as much as they attacked me shortly after I left from Wang Du), and it must be because several battles with the Imperial Demon are burning in my memory. The battles against the Imperial Devil are all impressive.

The first battle summoned by this world is against the Imperial Demon Bleek, followed by the battle in the King's Capital. And the battle I had to join forces with Lancaine. All, I could think of as clear footage in Setuna's head.

Lancaine's coming up like that.

"Night is the world of the Imperial Devil. Didn't they teach you? Traveling outside the city at night is the same as looking for a place to die and getting lost."

"Never heard of it."

Setuna said back instantly. In fact, you're right. Setsuna was not familiar with the world. The same goes for not having had time to learn, but there was also one person who didn't teach me. In the first place, he hid his identity from the beginning. I don't know what's going on. Summoned from different worlds, etc., and can't be easily spoken out. It wasn't otherwise thoughtful. It was Setuna, but that's about it, and I was careful what I said and did.

I couldn't possibly be more able to ask about the existence and ecology of the Imperial Demon, which would be common sense in this world, than to hide the fact that he is a person of another world.

"Then remember. It is forbidden for Wargrain to leave people at night for less than five hundred years with a lesion called the Imperial Devil. Anyway, if you remember my arm, it's not a story. Except for group action, which is as powerful as the military. But it is nothing more than suicide that the powerless and vulnerable walk away. The Imperial Devil attacks humans. I don't know why, but they seem hostile and hateful to humans."

Setuna secretly woke up her upper body as she listened to Lancaine's polite explanation. Find the sword you were supposed to have on hand just by hand and grasp the pattern. There were monsters in his brain. An alien alien who makes a nerve-ripping odd noise and spreads hostility and killing intentions.

If the Imperial Devil is approaching this carriage like Lancaine did, we must prepare to fight. You can't hurt Emerion and Roxalia, and more importantly, you have to protect Laxus. In this indescribable line, only Laxus and your Orin were common sense men.

Lancaine can say that madness itself is in one form. Apparently, Rüg's lightness doesn't deserve credit, and he can't grasp who it is. Lancaine seems to trust him, but the reason was unconvincing.

"Dogs don't betray."

So I don't mind trusting you.

It was an incomprehensible logic for Setsuna, but it doesn't deny everything about Luig. His prompt escape from Recondahl was possible thanks to his presence here. I just want to thank Luig for keeping the carriage moving.

Hell, that's all.

That is not enough to put down a letter.

(Isn't that the same for me?

Coldly mocking himself.

Although it was only active in the battle on the Balsar Plains, otherwise it only caused damage to the King's capital. Calling Azmaria, her summoned battle with the Imperial Demon left claw marks in downtown. That's not all. Azmarian restitution souvenirs had put Setuna's position in jeopardy that could be placed in Gandhia.

Just like the Imperial Demon, he was exposed as a summoned being from another world. Even if he looked the same as the people of Iles Valle, it was no stranger that Gandia no longer had a place in Setuna than he was told that his identity was that of a different realm.

If Leongand hadn't reached out to me, Setsuna wouldn't have figured out what kind of eyes he was in.

(Your Majesty needs me)

Maybe he's just craving the power of a black spear.

Maybe it's just one element to make a small country called Gandhia stronger.

I may just want to use what is available.

Still, I didn't mind.

He needed me. There's a place there. There is peace. Better than loneliness. I didn't even have to compare it.

At least, Leongand didn't seem to see Setuna as homogeneous to the Imperial Devil. He cleared his ears to the end of Setuna's story and had a tender look on his face.

And he sneered up Setuna.

(Yes)

Setuna put her strength into her hand holding the pattern of the sword. We must meet His Majesty's expectations. To be trusted. So you don't have to lose your place.

"So, what are we gonna do?

"Whatever, kick it. Otherwise you can't serve your purpose."

I felt a dull light running through Lancaine's eyes in the dark. At the same time, what floats in Setuna's head is the laughter of Lancaine. He seems crazy and he's never lost his mind, such a grin.

Setuna chewed her teeth hard, aware of herself with feelings that were neither fearful nor angry at the laughter of the man painted on her brain. The thought of being unforgivable was still smoking in the depths of my heart, and a little something could not get me to the fire. Once the fire has arrived, it will instantly become fierce and wild until it burns and runs out. And you lose everything.

(... ridiculous)

Setsuna shook her head. There are things that should take precedence over personal feelings right now. There is no option to see the situation change as it is.

When he stood up, he looked back at the signs of Lancaine.

"Just me and you?

"That's right. I'm going to keep you asleep."

This response from Lancaine just didn't anticipate Setuna either. That means we must not fight in a fancy way, nothing more than let the Imperial Devil shout. The difficulty of battling has increased dramatically.

"You'll have trouble getting in the way of your mission due to lack of sleep"

Though that was his point.

Setuna, half-witted, was feeling signs and noises that Lancaine was leaving the carriage.

"What am I supposed to do..."

Setuna squeezed the pattern of her sword, but now she can't even fight the Imperial Devil. If you don't have a forged steel flesh, you can't jump through and have good motor nerves. I had never wielded my sword properly, nor confronted the Imperial Devil under normal conditions. Furthermore, this is so.

A muscle called the muscle of the whole body was screaming for summoning a black spear upon his escape from the siege net of Recondahl. It's called muscle pain, but it was a recoil of the power of the spear.

When the black spear is in his hands, Setuna gains unusual power. But it is only temporary, and as soon as the spear is returned, the transcendent power disappears and loses, and the cruel flesh complains of severe fatigue.

It was from the beginning.

The same is true of the fact that I had to spend about a few days asleep after the battle in Karan, and it would be the same principle that I had been unconscious since just after the battle in the Balsar Plains. He may be wearing out not only his physical strength, but even his mental strength.

The Summoning Army is extremely powerful. It could not have been exercised without any price. In the first place, the very fact of summoning weapons from different worlds is great.

And using force means nothing more than draining power.

Most importantly, the price of exercising a weapon that is as powerful as a black spear is cheaper if it is only physical or mental.

(Have to go, or what?)

There's nothing I can do about it where I was thinking. There's no answer, so we just have to move on. Though I feel like it would be okay to leave it to one Lancaine, thinking about the later, I couldn't possibly not help. I don't even want to be preached on my face.

Setuna walked in the carriage, careful not to step on Laxus or Rüg's body. I don't have time to wear armor. Lancaine is popping up. If we don't chase him right away, it's not something I know what kind of disgust he'll have.

When I jumped out of the front carriage, the freezing night air tangled all over my body. Patrol your gaze at the same time as landing. Lancaine stood right around the corner. He is pointing forward.

Setuna put her gaze back forward as she was urged. In the woods. Thanks to the overlapping branches of the turbulent trees, not even the light of the stars reached, and the pitch-black darkness gently boasted of its power. If you never hear the noise of a nocturnal organism, you can't even feel the signs. Even the plants felt atrophied. It wasn't necessarily my fault. I saw blue and white flames shaking through the darkness of darkness.

That number was high and seemed to be slowly approaching us.

"Is that the Imperial Devil?

"It's Buhmatz. Looks like you were building a nest in this forest.

Lancaine's delightful voice did not, however, scratch the dark silence of the forest. Nor did the Imperial Demon in front react. It's a small voice. Maybe it just sounded like Setuna.

And in the woods where every creature was silenced, Lancaine whispers shook Setuna's ears.

"Come on, fight deep and quiet. Mr. Niewe-Diabras."