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

She was watching the man quietly. He stares only at the other person's face as he cleverly suppresses his emotions in his chest. Don't miss out on slight facial changes and even try to see meaning in slight eye movements. Even if it didn't make sense there, I was even trying to tie it to something in my memory.

If I don't, I can't stand it.

The man had a neat face. I wonder what your princely appearance means by this. Blood crystals that have been selected and passed down pulsely. The golden hair was proof of that. My forehead is neither wide nor narrow. The nose beam is high and the carving can be described as deep. The shape of the eyebrows was not her preference. I liked the eyes underneath. Blue close to pale and transparent. I just feel like I can't help but stare at each other.

Tighten your chest. Is that love for him or not?

She looked at the man's lips. He stares at that part of the face that lays repeatedly, trying to steal a look at it and shifts his gaze to his eyes. The man looked at this one, but it never seemed like an impossible thing, such as her appearance in blue, clear eyes like its lake surface. That's sad for her, and hard to admit, but it was also a reality that I had to take as a strict fact.

He always looked far away.

Rogner's goddess, General Taru Flying, Astal-Lanadies, was only looking at one of them.

That's why her pride doesn't hurt. Whoever you are, you can't hang out with someone named Astal-Lanadies. Especially for people like him, it was no exaggeration to say that she was a goddess herself.

Fear, reverence, and worship.

That's not like romance.

I'm not a better contender than I was. Even for herself, General Astal-Lanadies was to be worshipped. If you were a Logner knight, you'd all think so. No, not just knights. Considering the number of people who followed the General's rebellion, you can tell.

It is no exaggeration to say that the national popularity of a person named Astal-Lanadies is influenced by the successful conclusion of the General's counter-insurgency and the smooth passage that followed. Regardless, there would have been some opposition to the reign of the predecessor Cyril. But it was because I had the luck to leave the future of Logner to me if I were a general. The public's support for the general is overwhelming. Compared to Gio-Gilberth, etc.

Yes, it was only natural for him to be aware of the General.

Nor does she get sick. Even she wants to assist the general with him and lead this logner to Tahei. I have never spared any effort to do so. That's why I feel like he's looking at her on an equal footing.

Nevertheless, it is sad that his heart is not here.

Her hands were touching the man's forged abs. That's not what I have to do. Until I honestly followed my desire to be in touch with him. It would be nice to lay your hands over each other and tangle your fingertips, but I couldn't do it today for some reason. It's embarrassing. Somehow, I feel that way.

Guys like Wayne. Wayne Bersein-Teulos. As the name suggests, he was a Teulos family person, and he was the eldest son to succeed the governor. And everyone around him whispers that it is obvious that he will succeed the governor if he goes on like this, and that in that case the Lumpy House of Teulos was promised as well.

Expectations for him are so great by then.

He was a one-armed demon sword of General Astal-Lanadies and a knight representing Logner, who was called the Blue Knight. Although it was the knight's title that was stripped of him in the earlier lapse, his attitude towards him around him was no different from that of the knight.

Many knights and soldiers see him as a knight among the knights.

She - Elenia-Diphone is also the belly of General Astal-Lanadies, but without as much fame as he is, he has no influence. Regardless, there will be nothing in Logner that doesn't know her.

But she won't inherit the housekeeper. She had a fine brother. The governor is usually inherited by a man. It is only an exception that the General became the head of the Lanadies family.

And...

She bit her lip. The stupid, vile thoughts that came up in her brain only encouraged her to self-loathe.

(How could...!

I wanted to raise my voice and shout. But if you raise your voice, you will destroy these two moments. What you break will never be undone. Of course, Wayne isn't the kind of guy who cares about that. Instead, they may respond with mercy. But then Elenia can't stand it.

(How can you not be satisfied...!

I don't like my shallowness.

Not to mention, I'm looking for the happiness of the crowd. I am tied to Wayne and dream of building a happy family. It's not something raw or warm like a dream. Crappy delusions that are not enough to take.

Paranoid.

It can't possibly be, such as the happiness common to me, who has run through numerous battlefields with General Astal-Lanadies and has seen countless deaths. The future of going on the corpses of your allies and visiting the ones that have destroyed your enemies is known. I wish I hadn't taken my sword from the beginning if I wanted the happiness of the crowd. I should have been a knight.

But I couldn't do that.

It could not exist to her, such as an alternative to going for a knight.

Unexpectedly, the taste of blood spreads in Elenia's mouth. I guess he chewed it too hard. My teeth were tearing my lips.

She saw Wayne's face. He looks at this one as usual. I'm chasing the general's back with eyes that look far away. Whether her figure is reflected in the landscape of that fantasy.

So maybe it is.

Elenia buried her face in Wayne's chest as she woke up her torso. Sweaty skin is only a testament to the fact that things are over. However, the warmth of his skin has always calmed her down.

Feeling the temperature, she closed her eyelids.

Wayne asks in a worried voice.

"What's going on?

He must have figured it out. You must have noticed this one wasn't finished. I've been layering my skin over and over again. That's about it, maybe it's natural to see through. Just a little bit, I was happy.

I just don't answer the question.

Crush something completely irrelevant.

"... I hear your heartbeat"

I couldn't answer. That, her slight pride did not allow. It was so hurtful that it was going to break right now, and it was so unbroken that it didn't even fasten the prototype, but it still stays in shape at any rate now. If it's enough to fix it, I can handle it.

If we do not, will this relationship end?

Such fear was swirling in her chest.

But it was the tone that shook my ears that dispelled such anxiety. My heart is moving hard behind Wayne's chest. Isn't that heartbeat a sign that he feels something?

"Sometimes...?

"That's right."

The only thing he laughed at was the voice.

"This is what I'm doing with you. You can't possibly not do that from time to time, can you?

She is stunned by the man who has gone so naturally. Of course, I couldn't be happier. But before that, my head turned white. Thoughts stop and I can't think of anything. You understand what he said, but you're not able to react much to surprises.

That must be a joy.

So I forgot to even breathe.

For a moment, I fall into the illusion that time has stopped. No, maybe the time had actually stopped. However, the world was already moving, and she, with that sense of reality, returned from a thought pause.

"Me too...!

It may have been almost at the same time as the resumption of thought that she uttered her words as she finally opened her mouth with her thoughts and screamed. In a moving consciousness, I look up at Wayne's face.

A pale blue iris looked down at this one. Clear lake-like eyes. It was beautiful and seemed to inhale.

"Sometimes."

Realizing that his sleaze, which should have always looked far away, was pouring on himself, Elenia even wished the time had really stopped.

"I've been dreaming lately."

She was listening to Wayne whisper in her dreams. Indulging in blissful times. A feeling of happiness that was no more had blown Elenia's crappy anxieties and assumptions. I'm just making my ears clear to his heartbeat. The beating that is still ringing is a testament to his thoughts. I always wanted to hear it. All the way to sleep.

"A dream?"

Visiting to rebel must have been like a half reflex. Is it my utmost desire to hear Wayne's voice, but to avoid the murmur of my voice mixing there?

"Yes, dreams. Dreams of being on the battlefield. The battle is fierce, and there's supposed to be anger and screaming, but I can't hear anything."

His words, spinning pale, paint one sight behind Elenia's brain. vast battlefield scenes. For some reason the heavens are rough and the wind is blowing. Filling the ground are the Blue Knight and numerous soldiers.

But only a knight raises his sword and wields his courage. That was a tragic battlefield. No matter how strong that knight is, he can't move the battlefield on his own. Not to mention the enemies were innumerable.

Elenia opened her eyelids and looked up at Wayne's face. He looks to the ceiling. I'm sure it's in his retina, the view of the battlefield.

"In time, there will be a storm"

Wayne lost his voice. The voice was trembling. No, it's not just the voice that's shaking. The hand touching Elenia was also faintly trembling. It's tremors coming from fear.

"A stormy disaster is coming. They bring ruin. Black Death."

Elenia was surprised by his tone as if he were throwing up and throwing up. Wayne has never shown such an attitude before.

Always warm and soft with any opponent - that was him. Whatever it was on the battlefield, it should have been someone named Wayne Bersein-Teulos who wouldn't lose serenity outside the battlefield.

I wonder what he's afraid of. She wanted to know. I wanted to help in some way by knowing. I wanted to get rid of your fears. If I could, I wanted to protect him from fear. But I can't ask.

"I have to stand alone. I can't help it because I don't see any allies. We have to go, even if we know we're going to lose."

"Why?"

"If someone doesn't stop it, you and your country can't protect you."

Elenia forgot to breathe. Wayne is staring at us. You must have absolute will.

"In that case..."

His expression broke unexpectedly. A gentler face is born than usual. Elenia felt her face lit up rapidly. I think I heard my heartbeat. Sometimes, does that mean this?

"I always hear your voice, and I know it's a dream."

"My... voice"

"I can only hear your voice. Only you can save me. [M] So..."

Wayne's hand, larger than hers, touched the back of Elenia's head. I wonder why. I feel deeper than usual from that gesture. All the time, I was affectionate. There must have been so much love she didn't have to worry about. Nevertheless, I wonder if I felt unnecessary anxiety stemming from not being able to believe the other person.

Elenia cursed her stupidity.

And I thought I'd believe him with all my spirit.

I wanted to love you from the bottom of my heart.

To wake him up from his nightmares.

so that we can keep him away from nightmares.

"I'll protect you."

Listening to Wayne's determination, Elenia felt a time of bliss. Dreamy temp. No, maybe it's a dream.

Second, I thought of that.

(... so decided)

Wayne was staring at the ceiling as she gently stroked Elenia's hair as she began to sleep with her face buried in her chest. When I start thinking about it, nature and expression become more rugged.

A few days ago, the room addressed to him was a tiny, unspeakable private room, different from when he was a knight. I think it's just not the same room. Was that the word of the man who became the superior?

Sure, that was a thankful consideration. Unless it's a private room, we can't even overlap Aise like this.

That's why I never thanked my new superior officer. It was definitely one of them who gave him instructions to give him a private room.

I have received so much warmth that I cannot thank the General. In the battle ahead, ordering all troops to withdraw without waiting for the life of their superiors became a major problem upon return. Even after returning home, it was not since the confusion caused by the General's rebellion converged.

General Gio-Gilberth's death was reported more than Gandhia's, making a little noise.

Why, only the general died in battle?

What were the two knights accompanying the General doing? He said it was speechless, such as giving a withdrawal order on his own because he had no chance of winning.

The last bad scratch of the anti-Ranadisians, who lost the king by the success of the conspiracy and no longer have even a small amount of power, can also be broken. But it is also true that it was arbitrary.

Even the recapture of Fortress Balsar, which was the key to Gandia's offensive, was an irrevocable lapse.

Regardless, it was General Gio-Gilberth's will that spat out the entire force of the fortress and brought it to a showdown on the plains. It was more obvious than seeing fire that it was a dangerous tactic, although I did not consider it to be recaptured during the battle, etc.

Speaking of results, it was a failure. Even the slightest difference in force was overshadowed, and the Logner army was defeated with great damage. Fortress Balsar was recaptured, and General Gilberth was killed in battle, with more than a thousand casualties.

Let the two knights accompany him, not the General who died in honor. Perhaps he intended to inflict a painful blow on the Lanadians by pulling off General Flying's wings.

But the prospect has to be called out of sight.

Indeed, if Wayne and Grad-Clyde were to be dismissed, General Lanadies would no doubt lose his critical power. No one will deny it. but it's also a loss for Logner, and normally, it's not a good idea at all.

And the Lanadians are mainstream and gather popular support. The worst behavior as a subordinate of compelling the Predecessor to give way was rather accepted with praise. I just let the two knights take responsibility for the defeat, and I wouldn't let the general's position be trivial.

In the first place, General Astal-Lanadies did not allow it, such as holding the two alone accountable. She pursued the responsibility of General Gio-Gilberth and those who aligned themselves with the Predecessor, the Predecessor, who granted him full powers, and assumed that it was not just the Waynes but the whole Logner issue.

In conclusion, the Waynes returned the title of temporary knight and were to serve in the military as a soldier. Temporary meant that it was truly temporary and that he could return to the knight at any time at the discretion of the new king.

It is only a disposition so light as to clap it out because Zalwarn's trend was disturbing.

Then came Arles-Logner, who led the army. It is also said to be an elite unit of Gray-Balzerg.

Arles-Logner has justice. He was the second prince of his predecessor, Cyril, and studied abroad in Zalwarn, but I guess he could no longer stay or stand in the matter of General Lanadise's conspiracy.

You must have begged the Zalwarn summit to borrow an army. Of course, there's no way Zalwarn could just lend his troops. Even though it is to converge civil conflicts in the countries of origin, it will not be easy to lend an important force of war.

It was General Lanadies' view that we should see some sort of covenant between Arles and Zalwarn. I have no objection to Wayne.

Naturally it reinforces the rule of Zalwarn, but it is also made with the promise of transferring some of the national territory, etc. Otherwise, it's hard to think about lending Zalwarn's most powerful and prestigious General Gray-Barzelg's elite troops.

Zalwarn tells the story that even though they tend to lack the power to fight. I also hear you are exhausted by civil strife after civil strife. It is not a sane shakedown, such as lending an important battle force in return for nothing.

Wayne narrowed his eyes. At the moment, we should think about a showdown with the Zalwarn army owned by Arles-Logner. There have also been reports that beneath them, who invaded Logner and quickly occupied Recondahl, there are a group of people who should be called both conservatives and anti-Lanadians.

They are less than a thousand in number, but there is no doubt that the power of the Zalwarn army will increase. Even though General Balzerg's only three thousand soldiers are troublesome, it's something that will do you extra.

Wayne wanted to be poisoned.

Most of all, I agree with General Lanadies that Logner's pus just appeared.

If the Zalwarn army can dispose of its pus along with it, Logner's nascence should work.

Destroying Zalwarn's strongest troops, who had become a great power and were the rulers of Logner, must have liberated and propagated the depressed sentiments of the people.

The new system by the new kings Elius and General Ranadise should be widely accepted by the people. Even now they are gathering support. While carrying out the untruthful extremes of conspiracy, the people, admiring and cheering General Lanadise's actions, embrace it.

Then we must live up to that expectation.

Defeat General Grey-Barzelg, who wants Zalwarn's strongest name, and let the triumphant Kai sing all over the sky.

(Really...?

Will we be able to conquer the Logner freshman before that victory?

A glimmer of flash passes behind his brain. The blurry light must have been the sunlight reflecting at the cutting edge.

A pitch-black spear listed on the battlefield.

Whenever the disastrous and destructive blade swirled, numerous lives were scattered with dew.

I have palpitations. Feels like my spine freezes. I remember the war. Maybe that's an emotion to be afraid of.

Overwhelming sense of defeat.

I heard the footsteps of death.

I saw the shadow of ruin.

Doron.

Wayne heard his heart tremble. Bite your teeth at the palatability. I felt nauseated at the weakness of my heart.

(I decided to protect you...!

But just remembering it makes my body tremble. My soul screams. Scary, you cry out loud when you're afraid.

It would be an emotion only known to what I saw it.

Black spear.

The name of the user's armed summoner seems to be Setuna-Kamiya. There is no doubt that Leongando Ray-Gandhia, the youth king of Gandhia, touched around during the triumph of the king's capital.

Whatever its credibility was, it had nothing to do with Wayne, although the family name Kamya has whispered about its association with Quon-Kamya.

Once a great victory for Logner, the boy leads the White Shield and says he's doing an imitation of charity beside the mercenary operation, but what he fears is a black spear setuna. I don't care about the Camille surname or anything.

According to the story, most of the deaths on Logner's side in the battle on the Balsar Plains were due to the activity of one Setuna-Kamiya.

If it's just a report, it's a ridiculous battle to smile at. You must have laughed coldly that there was enough exaggeration. It's impossible to kill more than a thousand soldiers on your own. There must be no.

It's hard to accomplish that, even if you're an armed summoner. Except if it's a very powerful subpoena.

In his white snake fangs (snake line) and pale heavenly armor (arc blue), it was not a very imitable place to work.

But it's true.

He had seen five hundred soldiers burned to the fire early in the war and consumed charcoal, and had seen the Rogner soldiers slaughtered without hands or feet.

A devilish man dressed in sharp, lightly dressed armor.

Red eyes.

It was red as blood, glowing like crazy.

It was pure intent to kill. Will to kill without deception. It is not an easy thing to fight instincts, etc.

Destruction impulse.

If he meets his eyes, he will be slashed to death. Even if I can't see him, he will poke me to death. When he stood up, he was cut off, and even tried to turn his back.

Everybody, he's like dust...

(to me... can you do that?

Wayne asked herself groaning. With all his arc-blue might, I couldn't hold back that invasion.

Hold it, for a few seconds.

That would have been enough by nature. Snakeline stabbing is enough for immobile prey.

But the snake line was destroyed. The telescopic Demon Sword was also smashed by the blow of a black spear.

Destroyed subpoena weapon or other useless. We just have to keep waiting until it's restored in the world where it's supposed to be. No one knows if that will be tomorrow or a year from now.

That's the hard part about subpoena arming. A powerful summoning weapon is also just a crap if it is destroyed. Substitutes, etc., can't be found instantly.

(No)

Wayne shook his head in his chest.

In the first place, whether you have a winning eye with Snakeline and Arc Blue. Although they sealed the move well then, now whether it works or not.

But if we don't kill the black spear Setuna, Logner has no future.

It makes no sense to be attacked and destroyed by Gandia when he defeats the Zalwarn army led by Gray-Barzelg and brings to life Logner's new life.

The regular army of Gandia is known for its weak soldiers and is probably not enough. Logner, you'll be able to kick it all over the army. Brave and courageous mercenaries, too, should be overwhelmed by numbers. Sword ghosts are also children of men. Many will have to shut up passively.

The problem is, it's a black spear.

Setuna-Kamiya.

Only that demon ravages the battlefield that opened up behind Wayne's brain.

Whether you push him in an overwhelming quantity, hit a bunch of dead soldiers, or confront him risking his entire life, the monster with the black spear laughs thinly.

And they kick ass.

Even hunting them down is no match.

Wayne looked down at Elenia, keeping her eyes open. She looked back at this one at some point. You look anxious. There must have been some disturbing changes in Wayne's heart sounds and temperature.

But Elenia, she didn't come to anything. I just stared into Wayne's eyes and eventually smiled.

(Ah...)

Wayne felt an unprecedented love for Elenia's smile. Perhaps it can be called love of the whole body and spirit.

My soul trembled.

Fear fades.

(Good to see you)

Wayne realized she was free from any anxiety as she stroked Elenia's hair. I wonder what you were afraid of. I felt ridiculous.

(Glad you're here)

Whoever they are, we have to hit them with all we can. We have no choice but to defeat them by all means and means.

(Now I can fight...!

I have the power to do that.

More powerful than ever.

It's not just getting rid of that black spear. It needed just enough power to stop the user's breath root.

(I want power)

To do this, we have to braid a new spell and build a surgical ceremony. I want the limit I can handle. I want a critical summoning weapon. No, you don't have to be able to handle it. You don't have to rule.

(If you can kill him, what...!

Any power would have been good if we had broken the black spear and been able to wipe Setuna-Kamiya off this earth. Any weapon would have been fine. I could have done anything.

I just purely craved power.

Unexpectedly, something passed behind Wayne's eyes. A lightning bolt. Intense flash as if burning consciousness.

(What...?

I saw the meadow. Meadows stretching beneath the dark night. I hear a roar. The storm is swirling. With tremendous momentum, he swirls around involving everything between heaven and earth. The earth is shredded, grasshoppers are rolled up, and countless Imperial Demons are carried to heaven as well.

Thunderlights sparkle in the confines of the tornado, and explosions blast.

(What am I looking at?

Wayne, stunned, couldn't help but look away from the sight. I felt like I was dreaming with my eyes open.

I heard voices.

"Then take me."

A voice that sounds like it's coming from a far abyss at the bottom of the earth.

"Something that wants power."

Wayne forgot me.

"I Am Greedy (Lance of Designer). It may be so statutory. '