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

The herd of Imperial Demons (Ouma) who appeared in Berel's King's capital, Rune Berel, was brilliantly destroyed by the activity of the White Shield. The damage inflicted on the Wang capital was insignificant and did not even cause the inhabitants of Myram to be wounded.

It would be thanks to the Knights' prompt evacuation induction. Without them, the face of the White Shield would not have been able to fight it out of the blue.

Under the starlight, numerous wrecks expose their pathetic appearance. The shed blood accumulated on the ground, like a small pond. Red and black pond with the smell of iron. It was undoubtedly an unsuitable sight for the shitty Wang capital, but I had no choice but to fight monsters.

There were no casualties among the citizens of Wangdu or among the Knights.

It was so much the result that there was no more.

However, many of the claw marks of destruction engraved on roads and houses were not only caused by Bethbell.

Mana-Eriksia's Summoned Armed Stardust has wielded tremendous fierceness, but it can also be described as a man-made disaster. But no one will be able to blame her. How useful was the explosion by Stardust in sweeping away the Imperial Devil?

It was Mana who defeated Besbell the most in this battle, and there was no rapid convergence of events with her inactivity. Thanks to her, we were able to destroy her in a short time.

Where does she have so much power not to forget her elegance and grace for a single hour? I can't even imagine it at first glance. He's an armed summoner. At the end of her blood seepage efforts, her flesh must have been so forged that it could not be compared to Quon and others, and she must have been knowledgeable.

Neither the experience of battle nor the number of enemies defeated can be compared.

In the first place, there is only enough to count with your fingers, such as the enemies that Quon defeated with his hand from Mizu.

The Shield cannot defeat an enemy.

Quon was thinking of that as he looked out for the beautiful side of Mana sending his subpoena armed. Tell him to twinkle.

"I respect you."

"What happened all of a sudden?

Mana looked back at me with a strange face. Long golden hair or vibrantly brilliant reflecting the moonlight.

Quon smiled softly as he narrowed his eyes to a glare. Put thoughts overflowing in your chest into words.

"Right...... I have a lot of things missing and everyone is making it up to me. So I think I'm gonna move on."

If you don't spit it out as a word, you will oppress your mind and take away your normal spirit from yourself - even with such fear. I'm sure that's worrying, but he had the weakness to assume so.

What happens to me when I lose my normal reason or sensibility? It was horrible just to think about. Although the Invincible Shield is not the kind of weapon that attacks your opponent, it can be a murder weapon.

Disable all attacks.

The enemy's heart must break eventually.

And if humans are opponents, you can just break your heart.

If you care about that, you'll also be able to wage war against the state. As long as we have company, it's not hard to win either.

But it's madness.

It's not a sanity shack.

Reason rejects it and utterly denies it.

Kuon thinks that's all right. No, I thought it had to be. I'm not so corrupt as to leave myself to madness.

So thank you. I owe it to the one person around me to keep my sensibilities normal. Thanks to the people who support him.

"Dear Kuon...?

"I am the only man who can summon a shield. If it's not taken away and your head turns, it's not like you have the amount of equipment. I've never been instrumental in combat, and I can't believe I'm waving an extraction."

Several fights have allowed me to see the flow of battle. But it is also true that there is nothing we can do about it alone.

The three men, Mana, Waldo and Iris, will advance the battle in their favor by precise judgment even if Quon gives no other instructions. Instead, I didn't need him to talk.

As far as the rest of his men are concerned, because Waldo takes command and wields extraction, Quon was just glad to be standing in the middle of the battlefield. The only thing he can do is put up a Shield. Maybe that's all you can call existential.

Isn't it unnecessary for me as long as I have the Shield - an armed summoner is the question that anyone might have, but I have to say that it is essentially a completely different issue from an armed summoner who gained strength as a result of training with blood-soaking thoughts and a quon who has taken power from the moment.

Nevertheless, I also knew I couldn't help but worry about that. It's an unanswered problem. It's not like someone told me to convince me. I just have to convince myself on my own. As before.

"Everybody's here, so I can stay. I can stay on the" White Shield "quon. So I really appreciate it, and I respect everyone."

It's not embarrassing to put your heart into words. He tells the truth because if he doesn't, he can't convey his thoughts or anything.

Anyway, there are things I haven't told my people.

For example, the relationship with Azmaria-Altemax. The fact that she had been summoned from another world by her summoning arm had not yet been told to them either.

I have to tell him sooner or later. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to trust each other in the true sense.

When I realized, Mana's jade eyes were staring at Quong. Yet with generous kindness like the Mother of Mercy, it seemed to penetrate Quon's heart.

"It's enough for you to say that to Master Kuon. That alone will save you. Just..."

She put her white, thin hand on her chest. The pure white dress hung for dinner tonight was supposed to be as beautiful as the bridesmaid costume, but it is now tainted by the royal demon's ever-blackening blood.

But maybe that hasn't damaged Mana's appearance, either, because her beauty often shows up on the battlefield. Most of all, what about that assessment, even for the armed summoner, for the Mana-Ericcia individual? It may not be particularly dishonorable, though, than it was her own will to aspire to an armed summoner.

"I beg you not to be too humble about yourself. Neither the previous battle nor this battle would have been able to decorate a brilliant victory without Master Quong. Damage has been minimized and there have been no casualties. If only there was a Quon."

Mana's words were powerful and had nowhere to float. It's not just a compliment, it's coming from the end of the voice.

She's also putting her true feelings into words.

I can see that, so Quon feels pain in his heart.

(- Because I was here, the Imperial Devil showed up)

Even though I don't understand the purpose of Azmaria-Altemax, it must have been to try Quon that she unleashed the Imperial Devil. She often uses the term trials. It is not revealed what the trials are for, and even if they are revealed, they may not understand it.

And the Gate disappeared, and I couldn't even feel the sign of the demon. It was impossible to look for him and question his sincerity.

Without Quon, there would certainly have been no such disaster in Runeberel. There was not even an outrage of Graham. He would have continued to be a knight loyal to the royal family, and there would have been no discord with the Knights and continued respect.

I have to wonder if I'm just spreading the disaster (deliberately).

No, I'm not a savior or anything.

Instead of bringing salvation, it's causing disaster.

That couldn't have been the savior or something like that.

I don't doubt Graham's memory. He must have seen an angel. I guess I heard the announcement. That's why I did a great imitation of running the Knights privately.

But it's a mistake.

It's a big mistake to save yourself.

Indeed, we want to remove diseases that erode this continent and bring tranquillity to the hearts and minds of people, and we also work for it.

That we will eradicate the “nest” of the Imperial Demon from the continent.

How much peace of mind would be gained if we could erase them, which have been causing this continent for as long as five hundred years and have planted fear and anxiety in the hearts of people.

But what will happen to it as it is?

As you go, if you are also the wingman fighting Azmarian's unleashed Imperial Devil, the White Shield will be exhausted before you wipe out the Imperial Devil. The Imperial Demon, the Imperial Demon from all over the continent, can be the power of Azmaria.

Though there are three armed summoners, including Quon, even though there are invincible shields, the mind, that's not how it goes.

A battle that can never be finished casts a shadow on your heart.

When fascinated by the shadows, defeat begins.

Defeat will call for defeat and eventually bring doom.

That's all...

Mana keeps saying things, whether she knows what this one thinks or not.

"This is Master Kuon's White Shield. Please, don't think like that. I'm sorry for everyone who swept me up."

Her soft and resolute words pierce Quon's heart deeply. I have to realise the narrowness of my horizons. I don't even think about their emotions. No, even if you're thinking about it, it's not entirely accepted.

I need to open my chest.

My heart.

"That's right! Without the power of Master Kuon, one or two of the injuries, three or four!

"I don't remember how I fought like that... but you would."

It was Iris who threw a chilling glance at the forceful Waldo. The pitch-black dress she wraps around hasn't bathed in a single return blood. While flying around the battlefield and trumpeting numerous Imperial Demons, it would be due to the skillful skill of Illis not to get a blood splash.

"Illis......!

You must have been angry at being pinched in the mouth - Waldo stared at Illis. but he seemed to have to shut his mouth just as well to her appearance that he hadn't even bathed in returning blood. Old Swell's comfort with Waldo, who dropped his shoulder at all costs, was a sight to behold.

"Quon"

Iris' grey eyes were staring at this one. Straighten up. Honestly.

"You underestimate yourself. Trust yourself more. as I believe in thee."

From the sincere obsession of Illis, I see no shadow of her once. As I've left it somewhere, such as my face as an assassin.

The facts are different. If it's a battle, she wraps up the assassin's mask and kills an enemy named Enemy by doing all she can with her assassination skills. No, that would no longer be an assassin or anything like that.

Killer dancing to the battlefield.

"We will be there. Iris."

"Honey...?

To Mana's soft voice, it seemed that Iris was decent. Sometimes they would have never called me that, but the softness of Mana's voice was more than usual, and I might have been surprised even by what I was accustomed to hearing.

Mana smiles calmly and looks at her. Iris shyly bowed his face to Mana's gaze. Mana may have been a tough opponent to deal with for Illis. Maybe Waldo feels better.

The maternal look Mana occasionally gives, I don't hate Quon either.

"That's it. That's it! Enough with you!

I can't help but laugh at Waldo, who said he was good at it.

Advice, give Waldo a frozen gaze.

"You…"

"Fair enough, both of you. We don't fight at times like this."

"Is that what you said you always do with the idiot there...?

It was a natural reaction that Iris raised his voice of doubt, as he had revealed. That's what Kuon thought. But Kuon wouldn't talk about it.

"It's more stupid to be an idiot!

"Kids."

Don't pinch your hair, Iris. Against her even sighing, Waldo seemed like a good girl, but gave up instantly. I often lost my gaze in the void, and coughed deliberately.

"… disrespect. Something's wrong."

Quon laughed, smashing his face. As long as there are pleasant companions like them, Kuon's heart will not be enchanted by the shadows. As long as Quon continues to have it in Quon, there is no gap in the undefeated and invincible mercenary group. Even deceit is powerless. As long as the Shield manifests itself, at least you won't lose. If you don't even lose, you can do anything.

and.

"Master Kuon, over there."

"Mmm."

When Swell urged me to look forward, I saw the Knights executives walking this way, headed by Graham Zan-Nordis. Though the footsteps were firm, they also seemed to be in a hurry. I don't know why Graham hurries. Maybe he thinks we shouldn't keep the quons waiting, or maybe he thought we'd go somewhere if we didn't hurry.

Quon doesn't hate him like that. Though temporarily trapped by the rampage of purity, to that extent I could neither hate nor dislike it. He thinks, to that extent - even when he sees his companions burned. No, you'd be angry if you hurt your people, but you can't be intrinsically disgusted. That's what I was like.

So I can't hate Setsuna either.

I know he's hostile to himself. We also know that that emotional twist is depressing us to the point where we are close to hatred. Still, I only want to save him because I saw darkness in his heart.

Shadow.

A dark shadow calling for defeat and bringing doom was shaking behind Setuna's eyes.

I wanted to save you.

I wanted to lead him to the abyss of light.

It was years ago that it became all about a human being named Quon.

But could I have touched his heart even slightly? I'm not sure. Maybe he just hated me. Of course, I didn't take action because I wanted to be liked. Always is. I don't care what they think of me. If you see someone in need, you can't leave them alone, that's all.

And fateful day six months ago.

Quon was summoned to the world. I couldn't save Setuna from the darkness, and I had to live in this strange world. Regardless, I tried to find a means or a way to return to the original world.

But I've found my purpose.

Nostalgia. I've found dreams that should take precedence over returning to that land.

Brings peace and tranquillity to the hearts and minds of the people - by casting demons that nest on this continent.

Quon, biting his teeth, shook his head. The back of my brain burns with flames. Rising in the midst of a flash of fire is a sight like hell. Shortly after the small village was ravaged by both monsters. The villagers were slaughtered without being left behind, and the one who was in good faith with him was also fruitless with the debris.

I couldn't protect anyone.

That's when he was determined.

I will never repeat such a tragedy again.

To do this, we must sweep the “nest” of the Imperial Devil from this earth.

Yes, I made provision.

So here he is.

Quon could not but forbid the other surprise that the man, approaching to his sight, suddenly took a kneeling position. No, I guess it was something I should have expected. But he was immersed in his thoughts. It may have been natural in a way not to follow the events that unfolded as soon as we came back to reality.

Only Graham Zan-Nordis knelt in front of him. Other Knights executives stood up in such a way that they were having trouble deciding what to do. Graham doesn't even show them the bare hands to force the same response. That attitude may be that it is his personal will and not the general thrust of the Knights, but there will be no choice but to be received with the will of the Knights than the chief who rules the Knights has taken such an attitude.

Most of all, Kuon knows.

The temperature difference between Graham and the Knights executives and the members of the regiment was visibly clear. The executives who couldn't stop his rampage may be driven by self-blame, and the members who were about to be wiped out together by unsolicited assumptions are not surprising if they were about to lose their loyalty to him, and no one will be blamed.

Its members were driven out at the end of the battle and were running around the town. It must have been a tough heavy labor just to process the carcasses of the Imperial Demon rolling around. Debris generated by the explosion of stardust must also be removed. Regardless, it wouldn't be a Knights job. But if we tried to sort things out somewhat during this night, there was nothing else for the Knights to work on.

Even if the White Shield's personnel are to be driven out, they must use it until the inn where they are based. Illis would be appropriate if it were to be put to use. She must have plenty of strength.

With that in mind, Kuon was looking at Graham's face. Your son's face, looking up at this one, was somewhere in a trance. My eyes are moisturized and I am not hiding my joy. I guess I'm not even going to hide the overflowing emotions. If I tried it on him, it would have been extremely natural to have that look, because he is the Savior who was revealed in the angel's message.

Quon doesn't want anything because that's how he understands his mind. I just quietly gazed and waited for his words.

"Thank you, Master Kuon, for protecting our rune berel."

His voice was trembling. I couldn't stand the feeling. It didn't even seem funny given the temperature difference with the executives, but I'm not going to deny Graham's very idea. His words, "I saw the light," had an endorser. These are Quong's people. Swell, Waldo and Mana, all in tune with him.

Light.

I wonder what the hell that is.

I wonder what I have.

Savior.

Is that what you think you can be?

"Lord Graham Zan-Nordis, Head of the Royal Knights of the Kingdom of Berel. This is nothing I did for you. It is based on the covenant between us, the White Shield, and the Kingdom of Berel, and nothing more or less."

Most importantly, even if the deal with Berel was still in place, Quon would have summoned the Shield and ordered his people to respond. Acting to protect one from the scourge of the Imperial Devil was right as the philosophy of the White Shield. It was they who eliminated the Imperial Devil even if there was no reward.

It's not an act of asking for consideration.

It is no exaggeration to say that the bulk of the expenses earned from the mercenary operation are on the extermination of the Imperial Demon. I can't help but think that going so far would be insane, but Quon was even sane, and the people who follow him were calm enough to raise their voices of doubt. But no one tried to stop him from walking. I didn't try to deny the philosophy.

Not so long ago, the fear of being an Imperial Demon was great and deeply stained.

It is only by holding back his great desire to eliminate it that there is nothing to mock.

"Yes. I know that. But there's no thanksgiving either. I tried to kill Master Quong. By unsolicited mistake, I almost killed him......! You are the one who was revealed to be the Savior...!

"Let's not talk about that anymore. It's done. Fortunately, no harm has been done to us, and the Knights are looking safe. There's nothing to say from me."

"Dear Kuon, that's..."

When I saw it, Swell was frowning. As deputy director of the White Shield and negotiator, he must have some thoughts on this matter. It was not surprising, or rather natural, that Graham was going to pursue his responsibilities and file a claim for compensation against Berel.

But Quon did not seek apologies or compensation. It may be a serious way of thinking as the head of the organization, but that was his conclusion. Regardless, you can't just leave it. I control Swell's opinion with my eyes (though I'll have to apologize later) and turn my gaze back to Graham.

Looking back at this one, his sleigh was oddly clear. Maybe it's the light, not the quon he's looking at. Staring only at the light. There is no need for a personality named Quon, and perhaps it would be satisfying if the mystery of light even existed. Huh, thinking of that, Quon laughed bitterly in his chest. I wonder what the problem is if that was true. He is only faithful to his faith.

"Lord Graham, nevertheless thou shalt be responsible for what thou hast done. I do not hold you accountable from us. But you almost killed a mercenary who made a pact with the king, with selfish assumptions, and even wiped out the lives of your dear men in flames. I disobeyed my royal life and moved the Knights with personal affection. An unforgivable felony as it should be. That's why you have to take responsibility. We must be judged by the king's law and redeem his sins"

Of course, you know I don't have to do that, and maybe he meant to.

But Quon couldn't help but put it into words.

Kuons don't die of that stuff. But how about the Knights? Weren't they dead wrapped in flames if Quong hadn't distracted them? Even if the dead didn't answer, they could have been seriously injured and in big trouble. Thinking about it made me feel like I couldn't do it. They have nothing better to do than obey orders. There's no way I can disobey you.

Kuon looked at himself.

Do I not behave like him?

Like him, isn't he pushing the challenge against his men?

That bothered me.

How long has it been since the storm stopped, since the silence came?

Since the whirlpool of storms that stormed heaven with the roar scattered without a trace.

Ever since the tornado rained dirt and sand poured down like rain, and the body of the splattered Imperial Demon fell sprinkled with more and more black blood.

Since the smell of death is full.

Faria-Belfaria looked forward with a blind, uncertain gaze. He stood up while trying to hold the Aurora Storm anomaly that shot through numerous bleaks. I couldn't have been concerned about the smell of blood pounding my nose.

The battle is over.

Nothing even happened that could be called a skirmish.

All along, this one was overwhelmed.

The power hidden in Lance of Designer was amazing, even changing the terrain of the meadows along the streets, while also increasing the performance of the Aurora Storm.

Unilateral violence.

It's like watching the ravages caused by black spears -.

"What the hell is this...?

I guess the question of Ruufa-Bargasar was directed at Faria. But she couldn't even answer. I just had to stare at the soggy face of a young man who stuck a giant spear to the ground.

A pitch-black spear summoned by Ruufa. It was he himself who named it the greedy one (Lance of Designer), but it was Falia who constituted the surgical ceremony.

The spell I spinned for Ruufa, who plays the black spear Setuna, should have had no power so far. At least, I was going to summon a weapon to the extent that I could control it to Ruufa and Faria. It should have been a ritual for that.

I didn't need that power to play Setuna. It was not necessary, such as enough power to ravage heaven and earth and exhaust numerous Imperial Demons. I didn't want any power that I couldn't control. Yet.

"I don't know... I don't know"

Shake your head.

I didn't understand. Nowhere in the spell that came up in the back of my brain do I see any text that corresponds to the performance of Lance of Designer. Naturally, what she wanted and built was a technique to summon a weapon that covered the appearance features of a black spear.

I'm not looking for performance or anything.

Not to mention powers comparable to black spears, etc.

"... I will never summon this spear again."

Ruufa's voice was shaking small. I'm in awe. I fear the power of a monster stained spear from the bottom of my heart. There is nothing worse for an armed summoner than an uncontrollable summoning arm. If you erupt, you'll be in danger to yourself. If that's all, we can still get involved with our people.

In fact, it was no surprise that Faria was drunk by the blackish spear outrage and torn to pieces.

I was fortunate to have summoned Aurora Storm.

She was able to escape the storm zone of Lance of Designer because it was a bow dominated by sniping from a distance.

If this were to have summoned a melee weapon - it was horrible just to think so.

"Yeah. That's better. That's something you shouldn't summon. It's in your hands... and mine."

Faria watched Ruufa return the pitch-black spear. Sending back what you summon is really easy. Just one word, I'm glad I mumbled "armed repatriation".

Lance of Designer emitted a blurry light, just as he did when summoned. Explosive light dyes the dark night into the Zhu only for a moment. A shadow of pitch black dissolves in the light and disappears.

Go back to where you belong - to where you belong.

When the light is lost, the darkness of the night reigns as if nothing had happened.

In the overwhelming silence, numerous horse foot sounds were heard. It would be the Linonclairs. Have you come for backup, or have you just come to see how things are going?

Either way, it's over now.

Falia, when she sighed, tried to turn back in the direction where the horse's foot sounded. I have palpitations. I remember slightly upset. It's like I'm forgetting something. It's like I'm trying to forget.

"... setuna"

The words that Ruufa crushed abruptly seemed to pierce Faria's ear. And the memory comes back to life.

A lightning storm that shook heaven and earth.

Faria did see it in a storm that seemed to break through the night sky and stir the sea of stars as well.

Bring the black spear and see the boy arriving in Ruufa.

Look at Setuna-Kamiya.

"Setsuna was there. You may not believe it, but I, I saw it. If you notice, stay right in front of me."

Clearing her ears to Ruufa's monologue, she watched as the impatient boy floated behind her brain. His appearance, which raised a black spear and approached Ruufa, reminded him of a sneaky shadow without any one.

It must not be found in it. You must not be caught by it. Let alone touch it. I'm not even allowed to confront that.

It's death.

"He was trying to kill me..."

……

Faria had nothing but to respond with silence. Neither deny nor affirm his words.

Indeed, at that moment, she also witnessed Setuna's appearance. It didn't even look like he was trying to kill Ruufa. No, you can say I was trying to kill you. He was a killer.

But Setuna was supposed to be in Logner. I am in the midst of a top-secret mission, and there is no way that any means can be used to appear on this occasion, etc.

That is also possible with the Gate of Azmaria, but it is unthinkable beyond seeing neither the shadow nor the shape of the Gate.

In the first place, it is strange in itself that Faria could have witnessed it. She was out of the tornado force zone caused by Lance of Designer and couldn't possibly have seen things like in a thunderous stormy vortex. No matter how good the night eye was and how good his vision was, the running of swirling force blocked his sight and did not even make him see Ruufa.

However, Falia's retina is clearly burned with the figure of Setuna approaching Ruufa held by the storm.

The disastrous appearance of the black spear also showed its presence intensely.

And yet I didn't even think about it until just now, perhaps because I was unconsciously judging them as illusions or hallucinations. Maybe he processed it unconsciously and even tried to forget it. Without Ruufa's testimony, it would have sinked into the depths of memory.

That was because it seemed impossible to use the power of black spears, such as transferring space instantaneously.

Azmaria-Altemax's summoning arm had decided to be the exception. Maybe he assumed that that woman was the only special power he had.

It was not surprising that Azmaria-Altemax assumed that because she was the founder of the art of armed summoning and that the translation of the mystical language and the systematization of the art was accomplished by herself alone.

And if the black spear had the power to transfer space, it should not have felt so horrible.

(Setuna......)

Faria gripped hard to hold the alien bow tight. If I hadn't, I would have lost a wave of emotion in my chest.

I know who that is.

Anxiety...

I saw a shadow in that boy's future.

The fate of a weapon that possesses so much power cannot be flat. All the more so if that power is out of control.

The time of his life is shorter than normal.

Even though that's the only way to save him from the abyss of death, I don't feel guilty. Even though I would have died if I hadn't, it's true that I cut my life span. I've made my life even shorter for a limited time. Perhaps it is natural for people to feel slightly burdened.

And if that short life is full of turmoil, I wonder what she can do. I wonder what she can do. I want to save him - and I don't hold arrogant thoughts about it, but still, I want to be able to help.

Wherever she can, we're talking about.

She has her mission. I have a priority above all else. I live only to exchange it. Everything else is a chore, and if there is anything to stand for as an obstacle, just slap and crush it with all your might.

Even if you are close, if you want to interrupt your mission.

Even if it was Setuna...

(... really?

Faria shook her head. It's my bad habit to keep thinking about stupid things. Now you just have to think about what's right in front of you. You can think about Setuna and the mission later. There must be plenty of time to think.

Right now, it would be more right to think about dealing with the Linonclairs.

And she held her head lightly about how to explain this situation.