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

"Gandia succeeded in recapturing the fortress of Balsar, which was a memorial, as well as in repelling the Logner army. There was also the activity of Setuna and no damage was done to the Gandhian army. More than a complete victory, Gandhia ended up with a heaping result. Conversely, for Logner, the Gandhian offense, which was the key to the South invasion, became another dream of dreams and was to be exposed to the nightmare of invasion from Gandhia... What do you think of the Assault Captain?

That was too abrupt a question. Without any foretaste, you can't possibly predict or anything. It can be called a sudden rush. The voice of a wild man who jumped into his ear was more right to ravage than to penetrate the eardrum, and he looked heavenly. The clear blue sky is dazzling. The morning sun is far away and still shines too much light to mark the beginning of the day.

Thoughts were not stopped, but the brain refused to work to such an extent that it could not understand the many words pierced in its ears. Maybe the sleeping head only recognizes the line of small difficult words as a murmur.

It hasn't been half an hour since they rocked me so hard. His consciousness was unclear and he didn't even know why he was woken up. Besides, I was forced to change without being informed of anything, and they brought me this far.

What I was able to grasp with an uncertain consciousness was that I was brought to the south gate of the fortress of Balsar. The compression of the thick and robust walls was vicious enough to be felt by him in his sleeping eyes as well. The castle gate was open even in the early morning, as if waiting for the arrival of the guests. Maybe it does.

He turned his gaze back to the man he had just asked when he took a glimpse of the seemingly offensive appearance of Fortress Balsar.

Balsar Fortress. Needless to say, it is a fortress of intransigence and the need to protect the north of Gandia. Retrieving it from Logner with Gandhia's total power is new to memory.

What comes into sight is the appearance of a giant man floating down the stretch. The fierce face reminds me of a fierce beast, but the love of peeking in its ferocity will be something that a wild beast cannot hold. Sigurd-Foliar. He was the leader of a mercenary group, The Pale Wind, and one of the few people he - Lux-Vain - loved.

He took plenty of time between them, also to wait for Sigurd's absence.

"What is it all of a sudden, Captain? Isn't it also a fever?

I said, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Answer me.

Scratching the back of your head, Sigurd. His voice and his impersonation were softer and overflowing with fatherhood than you can imagine from his bravery on the battlefield. So maybe it is. Lux admitted he would stick up against him and sweeten himself, but he didn't even try to make it right. Nevertheless, it was a young man named Lux-Vein who told him clearly what he had to say.

"You know, hey. I'm not smart enough. You know that. Think of those little hard stories as belly-black insidious eyeglass guys. It's my job to wield my sword."

Lux said, pointing to the sword on his back. Gravestone. This is all I could ever get away with. Even if you were in love, drunk, or about to lose consciousness, you wouldn't let go of your skin. I'm sure. It was heavier than his life. I inherited it. Maybe I could call it a legacy. And all that he lived to this day was thanks to this long sword on his back. Without this, he would have been one of the bodies to be dumped on the battlefield.

That's why I'm retarded. I don't have enough brains to think of tactics, just focus on slaughtering the enemy in front of me. Fly out of the front and ravage the battlefield. Like that black spear, even if not so much, it has killed so much that it is aliased as a sword ghost. But that's just a way of fighting that relies on the power of Gravestone. Though his strength was added, it was a rough business that could not have been accomplished without Gravestone.

If he had fought the same way as he did now with an iron sword like he was out in the open, he must have lost his life in the first line. The end of a foolish human being, brave and reckless, is determined to be an unspeakable wreck.

By the way, the belly-black insidious eyeglass bastard thing Jin-Krall's appearance wasn't around the Lux guys. There was no way Sigurd would leave him alone, and it was obvious that he was not here due to some circumstances. But that's not why I rambled. Whether Jin was there or not, Lux would have spinned the words as they were. Even though it was not so much an expression of affection, it was an artistic discipline that could be done because it was while I couldn't care less.

"That being said, you lead the troops. The habit of using your head..."

He had no choice but to smile like a troubled smile against a sigurd that seemed exhausted but still couldn't give up. Even though he knew it was himself who was troubling the captain, it should be noted that he could not shake his head vertically. Lux understood that he didn't have enough equipment to meet Sigurd's expectations. That's about the head. No, should I say I was reminded?

Until now - about a decade of mercenary life has led me to do him and be reminded of my limitations. Clearly, I tell you.

"My head is the captain. I'm the captain's arm and foot. That's fine."

"Not so good."

How many times has this made Sigurd pointy his mouth? Think about that. I don't think I can still count with my fingers on both hands. Sigurd is generous. Sigurd, sweet to his men and harsh to himself, was so worried that he could do it as the leader of a group of mercenaries who were nothing more than a bunch of rough men. Of course, there is a limit to its sweetness. It was hard on people who didn't do what they had to do, whether they were subordinates or not.

In this case, what do you think?

Lux is about to give up what he would have to do if he were to. No, I'm giving up. I'm trying to push Mizuto to a situation close to a thought stop. I leave everything I think to mankind, and I only wave my sword. Too selfish and convenient to think about. It would be a serious thought in something with the title Captain. But he had decided it was best.

"What are you talking about? I just used my head, and it's not at Mr. Jin's feet, and I'm not wearing anything. There's no way you can broaden your tactics, and more importantly, you're not going to change what I do. If that's the case, you better leave it to others to think and focus on defeating the enemy in front of you. I can't believe I wasted my time blunting the tip of my sword."

Unnecessary thinking can blunt your cutting-edge. Miscellaneous thoughts are chains that bind the flesh, and when they take their feet off thinking about tactics, they don't end up falling. Regardless, it might be about him to say that working his brains during battle is a clutter or unnecessary thing. Whoever you are, you can't remain heartless in battle.

It is inferior to wild beasts, such as fighting heartless. Every man thinks of something and waves the blade. Whether that's to look for a shortcut to victory, to guide you the best way to survive, or to do a noticeable job, it's putting some thought to work.

With Lux, yes. Not heartless. At least, there was just enough thought room for you to constantly think about Setuna in the first line, looking over the battlefield and not failing to grasp the circumstances in which you were placed. But it's not like this.

It's different how you make your head work than when one of you gets all over your mind and gives instructions to your men to scratch the battlefield. Lux's thoughts belong to one soldier, and he has not been able to extract more than one of his men.

"It seems to be your conclusion."

Still can't give up, I guess. Sigurd, unfortunately, had not let him lose his shine from behind his eyes. Only smile and smile at such a captain. That's the answer derived from about a decade of dating. Sigurd will eventually lose the stick and decide there was no such thing as this story.

Sweet to the members, the captain was all the more sweet against Lux. Lux understands it and uses it like this sometimes.

Unexpectedly, a chilling breeze stroked Lux's neck.

"Captain, there's a point in what Lux said."

The identity of the wind was Jin-Krall, one of them. Instead of cutting the wind, I can't think of a unique gait like the wind itself other than him. Jin is also not a mercenary. At first glance, he seems to be better at working out tactics and wielding extraction than waving weapons, but nothing. He was also an underlying warrior who was more suited to sex when he stormed on the battlefield. Most importantly, in today's battles, he was often turned into a commander, and that seemed to be one of his few sources of dissatisfaction.

He went to Sigurd so that he could stand up when he appeared behind Lux.

"So let's demote him from captain to planner. If you're a planner, you should be waving your sword around without thinking about it. That's good, let's do that. So there's nothing wrong with that, is there? Long live Lux, long live I, long live the captain. Excellent conclusion. Come on!"

The side he was listening to was quick enough to round his eyes, but he didn't have anything to chew his tongue on. I didn't feel bad about listening, I didn't get stuck with words, the content was reasonable, even Lux, who was supposed to be attacked. Sometimes Jin's voice is comfortable in his ears.

"Hidayasu!

Still, Lux protested outrageously. (i) Although it is the idea of a soldier, it will be human to want to be demoted again. If he doesn't change the way he fights, he should rather support Jin's proposal. And Lux was somewhere in his mind, and he thought it might be good, too. (i) Waving full martial arts as a soldier, because it could be interesting. But I can't do that.

If you think about the mercenary group Faceko called "The Pale Wind," it's a story you can't easily go back to being a planner. It won't be a good idea for a group of mercenaries to spread the story that “Sword Ghost” Lux-Vain was suddenly demoted from the Assault Captain to a Pingman. Of course, Jin figured that out, and he must have spoken out as a joke.

Jin's glasses glowed hard.

"... who's the shady belly black eyeglass guy?

The frozen voice was more like Hellfire. While it's a bottom-cold melody, I can clearly see my bowels boiling back because it must be a voice I've heard more than once before. Lux had to admit defeat while reflecting on Gin's reaction like that makes him laugh at himself for being funny and stubborn, but without the chill across the lens. Crush.

"I'm the one with the roots..."

"Just now. Take responsibility for what you say, Commander of the Assault Squad. You still lead a team. I'd be glad if you'd refrain from being reckless."

The extremely polite tone but always clerical voice leads to fearless lux. Once the punishment passed behind Lux's brain. Tension runs. But he couldn't understand why he had to be so pissed off with that much light-hearted talk, and he wasn't going to. but what scares me is what scares me.

(It's not that human place......!

That was the work of the ghost, he snapped in his chest, as well as looked into Jin's eyes. From his face the figure of the ghost had already disappeared without shadows or shapes, and he was returning to his usual deputy director's expression. An outstanding appearance that always makes you feel deposited, calm and even intelligent. That iron skin doesn't collapse for the most part. In an attempt to collapse the front, a wrinkle was not even engraved on his pitiful side as casualties continued to appear on his men.

That's why Lux wants to try. He was in the mood like a warrior challenging a fortress of intransigence. But unlike the fortress praised for attacking, no one will be praised and never rewarded for breaking Jin's iron wall guard. With that in mind, he won't stop trying. Even in a future like hell waiting ahead, I don't mind. The only way to overcome the fear engraved on your soul is to get over it.

"I'm scared, Mr. Ginn"

"Ma, I don't care about that"

"That's not much..."

Lux was dismayed that he was not even dealt with by the key deputy chief. I can't even be outraged. Drop your shoulders disappointingly and let your gaze wander. Nor does the word that the captain would have shown some reaction to his iron skin. No matter how far away you are, you said you wouldn't miss hearing the word belly black insidious eyeglass guy. Even though the words show a reaction to the fierceness. I had to think it was an unreasonable story, but I knew there was nothing I could do where I said that.

The usual.

I guess Jin hasn't even stopped worrying about this one - he turned to Sigurd and started explaining the situation for a long time.