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

When the Gandhian army took control of Logner and the post-war processing was on sight, the less so, the Gandhian army led by King Leongando triumphed over Gandhion, the king's capital. Some voices threatened the main forces to leave Logner, but treason fangs had already been pulled out.

Royal Logner was supposed to reside in Gandion. It can be called a hostage to the people of the old Logner. No, should it also be called restraint on the Astal-Lanadies? General Astar of Flying swore allegiance to the Royal Royal Family until it was painful and at the same time mastered the popularity of Logner. Suppressing General Flying is the same as controlling Logner.

And former General Astar was also accompanying King Leongand on his return. For the time being, Logner wouldn't have to worry about rebellion, which was a big anticipation.

As a rebellion, if on a smaller scale, he would be smashed by a black spear - such a scent was also flowing. By then, the tragic end of Arles Reus-Logner, who stood and caged in Recondahl, was known throughout Logner. The name of the black spear would have become increasingly the object of hatred for the people of Logner.

More enthusiasm than after the recapture of the fortress of Balsar, which swept through the king's capital with the return of the king, was not sparked only by the citizens of Gandion. The people who found out about the King's return were gathered from all over Gandhia. The population of the Wang capital temporarily swelled several times, and the rather turning enthusiasm engulfed the Wang capital.

The reaction of those welcoming Leongands and others could have been called frenzy. Something much crying out of gratitude, something screaming until his voice withered, and a roaring voice of joy seemed to shake the king's capital exactly.

I guess all the fanatics on the spot dreamed of King Leongand. There were no more voices denigrating the king as “lying", but successive irresponsible accolades had been raised for the colorful inheritance of the blood of his predecessor, Siuscloud, but a king wiser than his predecessor.

The enthusiasm lasted three days and three nights.

There was also "Pale Wind" in such a vortex of frenzy.

It was King Leongand's plan. He was concerned that he was unable to attend the festival after the retrieval of the fortress of Balsar earlier. As a mercenary regiment, he also had the hand of making a small fortune by remaining in Logner, but the captain decided to accompany Leongand on his return in the name of giving the members a long vacation.

In an enthusiasm that turned against the king's capital, three or fewer captains were called to a royal palace presided over dinner party, perhaps with the intention of filling in at that time.

"I care."

It was Sigurd-Foliar's idea that mercenaries also needed to pay that much attention. Neither Deputy Director Jin-Krael nor Lux have any objections to that. Money alone is the bond. If the contract expires, that's it. What's more, if the flag color gets worse, even if you ignore the contract, you'll get away with it. Even if he dies trying to be slandered as a coward, I can't argue with him. It's living that makes sense.

And strength is the only thing that determines the value of a mercenary. Personality and so on are secondary, and employers come out as much as they can with strength.

Even if those people bother you, you're just uncomfortable.

Nevertheless, it's an invitation because of it. There was no reason to put in a no.

That night, the three of the "Pale Winds" took to the Lion Royal Palace, wrapped in some tension.

Whatever it is, it is formal. It's a suit that doesn't even look good on musculoskeletal flesh, something we laughed at pointing fingers at each other. Of course, when Lux laughed, his fist flew from both of them, but he didn't even plunder. No matter, it just fits. If you're serious about getting hit, can you avoid it?

The venue for the Royal Palace Supper was the Grand Hall of the Royal Palace. In a vast hemispherical space, countless tables were placed, and on the table it was that that was the orderly line-up of a wide variety of dishes. Soups, salads, sautéed fish and veterinary meats, steaks and desserts were enough to look at, and there were many kinds of liquor available. As soon as I entered the venue, the tongue-in-cheek captain was so reprimanded by the vice president.

Many of the invitees are, naturally, Gandia nobles, followed by senior officials. The nobles' elegant standing behavior may be described as a glimpse of a small but historic country. There was also a group from the allies Lucion and Mion, as well as the nobles and generals of the former Logner. One of the former Royal Logner family is treated like guests, as are the princes of Lucion.

I guess it is an indication of King Leongand's way of thinking that he also invited the people of Logner, who until the other day were enemies, to dinner.

No, Logner became part of Gandia. It's not domination, it's the same country. Whether you are a nobleman, a soldier or a citizen living there, you are no longer a Gandian citizen. Maybe he wants to know that there isn't a gandia above the logner, it's not like Zalwarn.

Most importantly, Lux's interests are not there. It was the many dishes arranged on the table that were more important than the king's greetings and so on, and I did not even think that the honesty in that regard might be an influence from Sigurd.

"It's gonna be fun. I don't want to go."

"Absolutely."

Jin-Krael, who sharply targets his prey with his eyes, for example, is like a hunter himself.

In contrast, Sigurd was collecting his surrounding gaze with allowances or gradually carrying it to his mouth, eating as if pouring it into his stomach with alcohol. Most importantly, the mercenary regiment was filled with tables in the corner occupied by Gandhian officers, which were also driven to the corner. Just the right position to escape the gaze of the nobles' curiosity. Nevertheless, it was extremely out of place for the big boys to snuggle up on the food like children, even if they looked modestly.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh."

"The captain is too shabby"

"Ugh!

"You're drunk."

Lux was the same as me feeling drunk, but you wouldn't know it from his complexion. It was like a dream. When the story of hosting the royal palace came, I thought it might be something smaller and more difficult, but it is no longer just turned into a dinner party. Everyone and everyone has a tongue drummed by the dishes brought in by the royal palace cooks, drunk by alcohol, intoxicated by words, and a look as if they are coming and going between dreams and present.

Flirting, I saw the boy at the next table leave his seat. Next to "The Pale Wind," there was a table of armed summoners who were very active in logner control, and it would be Setuna-Kamiya who took a seat. He said that Setuna's table, which raised so much fighting power, is the same place as the mercenary regiment because he wanted it.

Sometimes King Leongand's acknowledgment of his request may be that he doesn't want to undermine his mood, or take into account the hearts and minds of the old Logner people. He killed too many Logner people. No matter, we're talking about it in the war. No one can blame him, and there's no reason to blame him. He just did what he could. I was just trying to do everything I could to win. As a result, he just killed more enemy soldiers than one. There is no good or evil there.

but sometimes the mind refuses to understand, even if the head knows it.

Humans are troublesome creatures.

Try to speak up to a woman drinking a single fruit liquor at an armed summoner's table. Was it Faria-Belfaria?

"What's wrong with him?

"He said he was drunk and he was coming in the wind at night"

Lux noticed that she was tinting her cheeks slightly. Somewhat, you look drunk. In the seat next to it, a man named Ruufa-Bargazar was poking around. He should have been the second son of the drunk and famous General Varghazar, but he didn't seem to inherit his strength in alcohol. The feast has just begun. If I were to get drunk, I couldn't think of anything other than being vulnerable to alcohol.

"Did you give him a drink?

"No way."

The woman laughed at the pieces. Maybe it's Laughing Uedo.

"For one."

"Heh... it wouldn't be like this on the battlefield"

"You feel daunted on the battlefield. It's not the usual."

"I'm pretty sure he's someone else on the battlefield."

Lux remembered the boy's true appearance as he flew endlessly around the battlefield with a black spear in his hand. Boys who become ghosts in war-torn battlefields also, in public, looked like puppies who have wandered off.

The conversation was broken down there.

Lux was not interested in that one, Faria, nor did he hear about Setuna, just because he was a little concerned. I'm not going to pursue it any further, and I didn't even think about going after Setuna to the terrace. It doesn't matter. Whatever he does, whatever he thinks, he's someone else. Possible involvement with him is about the battlefield, but what happens in the future too.

Setuna's position will change dramatically. That's something everyone can imagine if they look at this activity. That might eliminate the mercenary charm and marching.

There were rumors that King Leongand was moving to establish SS. Among the rumors, it was a person named Setuna who could be put at the head of the candidate. I can't help thinking about a boy like that. I'm just hungry without darkness.

"Which way did Master Setuna go?

After a while, the lady at the service would have asked Lux because there was only a drunken look of Luufa at the table of the armed summoner. Faria was at a different table in those days.

"They've been hitting the wind, and I think it's the terrace"

Lux glanced at the service as he forked the hand of the Sigurd demon, who had stretched out into the teriyaki of chicken, which he had identified as his prey. She looked like a young woman.

"Was I? Thank you."

I don't know the face of the woman who graciously left the table, tilting her little neck. I should have seen it well, but I can't think of a noticeable nose.

"I got it!

"Ah!"

"Ha-ha-ha, you showed a gap."

"Hine."

Lux dropped his shoulder against the captain of the regiment, who could not hide his joy by securing the big chicken. The hunter only knows the pity of being deprived of his prey.

"You're a child."

Though Jin's words were good.

Lux mouthed the liquor to escape Jin's gaze. The aromatic aroma of fruit liquor fills the nasal cavity. The drunkenness hasn't gone around yet. The consciousness is clear, and the five senses work precisely. This won't take your unconsciousness out on the battlefield. Fully capable of fighting.

So what is the uncertainty ahead?

Lux saw the next captain.

"Captain, the woman of the moment"

"Ah? What happened to the woman?

The way Sigurd cleverly cut the meat secured was unimaginably delicate from his usual opulence. That's what Sigurd has.

"That's what I just did."

"Salaries? Is that what you came for?

Jin also shook his clothes with a glittering lux in his eyes.

"Not in my memory, though."

"Because. I thought you were drunk and hallucinating.

"That's not supposed to happen."

Told by two people who weren't even drunk, Lux lost confidence in what he saw. You must have seen it. A woman dressed as a waitress. But now that I think about it, I think it might have been a dream. The only thing I can't remember is the face. The outfit was also falling out of my head.

(Are you drunk...?

Not that I'm strong on alcohol, but I'm not even going to drink that much. I just mouthed it to the point of sipping light fruit liquor. I don't think you can get drunk with something like this.

Unexpectedly, the flash ran into the great hall. It is not lightning. I didn't hear thunder.

"It's from the terrace!

Someone screamed.

When I looked at the terrace, something just popped through the window. Someone screamed. As the glass splashes by the window, the leaping shadow lands at a near-field table. The dish breaks, the glass falls and makes a noise.

Setuna-Kamiya.

The black spear and brand new suit were too disproportionate.