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

"Hey, that's Gandia's black spear! Rumorless Strength! Yo, colored man!

It wasn't until Setuna and the others left the border defense post to catch up with the mixed unit's lead group. The light voice felt more familiar than usual, but sounded strangely comfortable to Setuna's ears. Setsuna doesn't hate Dorka.

"Can't you be quiet?"

"Oh, excuse me"

When Grad was embarrassed, Dorka honestly apologized.

A group that had broken through the border had suspended its march on a hill near Nagrasia.

Before dawn, I guess.

The days already seem to have changed, but the same thunderclouds cover their heads and the deep darkness envelops the land of Zalwarn. Rain legs continued to descend uninterruptedly, and it was Setsuna's true desire to rest where the roof was early. But to do that, we have to drop the city under our eyes.

Nagrasia, as we know, a city covered with walls on all sides. Even if it is not as large as a city, it will be large enough and equipped for a thousand and five hundred Zalwarn soldiers to garrison. Besides, it is also a city close to the Logner border. There's no way I'm failing to defend myself. I don't think it's as easy to control as a border defense base.

"But that's just the trick. Only if the Lion's Tail is active could this side cross the border without compromising a single soldier."

"That would be easy. The enemy didn't have an armed summoner."

Setuna did not deny Grad's words. In fact, without ourselves, there would have been some damage in the fight against the border defence forces. The strength of Lion's Tail was unfortunately demonstrated. That in itself is something to rejoice in, and it's not a bad thing.

Setuna was more relieved than that by the low recoil after the Chaos Bringer repatriation. Increasing sensory hypertrophy and motor ability due to black spear summons is what puts a lot of strain on Setsuna's body and mind. Summoning is good. It is as if the flesh rejoices in being tortured, nor does it feel fatigued. But once the spear was settled, it often bounced back into a strong recoil. That often prevented me from moving properly after the war, which was Setuna's own source of concern, but this time there was no more recoil than before. It may be said that this is due to daily workouts in the King's Capital. The strenuous workouts that have been repeated day and night, referring to Lux as a teacher, have created a body that can withstand the strain of chaos bringers to some extent.

Most importantly, the battles ahead were like skirmishes, and they didn't do everything they could. I can't be alarmed, and Setuna hasn't fallen far enough to illuminate that I'm stronger now.

"Leave it to the captain."

Ruufa slaps lightly, but reports to Grad as Faria flushes.

"I think I almost shot down the pigeon for contact, but it's also possible I missed it"

"No, it's enough. What's the matter? The information leaks. Besides, the closest thing to that base is Nagrasia. They shut the gates and went in to prepare for the interception, which is where you want it more than you wanted it to be. And where information is spreading from Nagrasia, it will take a few days for reinforcements to arrive."

"If we drop Nagrasia by then, our mission will be a great success! We'll have Faria's mouth."

Faria screamed at the colored man who raised his thumb and even closed one eye.

"Huh!?

"That, can't you?

"It will be decided for nothing!

Faria protested abruptly against the proper Dorca.

"Yes, you can't."

Setuna covered for Faria because she noticed her strong gaze.

Dorka, extremely sorry to drop her shoulder, but Setsuna didn't miss that Nina next door had a slightly relieved look. Most importantly, I noticed her gaze and she went back to her usual iron skin.

"Hmmm... my men's bodies and minds belong to the captain... I have no choice"

"That's not what I meant"

Dorka looked satisfied with Faria's crying voice. I'm sure you like Faria, but I guess the way she expresses her favors is different from others. Setsuna had that sentiment for Dorka's expression.

"Faria, you're cute because you're gonna be serious soon"

"You know..."

I wanted to comfort Faria, who would surely be weak, but now she is on horseback. Besides, he's got me on Ruufa's manipulative horseback. I couldn't move as I wanted. Ruufa crumbles with a bump.

"I don't know, I, uh, want to be the man you can afford"

"Huh...?

"Don't you agree with the captain?

"No, I won't."

Though I did, I never hated Dorka per se. On the contrary, his presence, which lightens the air on the ground, was of great help in this troop action. The thing about Faria, who tends to be victimized, was pathetic, but it's nothing more than not malicious towards Dorka, nor is it like taking it away and disputing it. Let's get in the mood later. Setsuna was crazy about herself being able to think about that while on the battlefield, but she didn't laugh.

The air is getting tight.

"Nevertheless, I don't expect to make Nagrasia current in less than a day"

"It was a forcible army. The horse just wants to give it a little rest."

"If you drop Nagrasia, you can rest all you want."

"Prepare to embrace hindsight while paying attention to Zalwarn's trends. It's not easy."

"Yes, I know."

The Dorcas had their eyes on the other side of the hill.

Under my eyes, the city is spreading with the light of the demonic crystal lamp glittering.

I wonder how many times I've been struck by a thunderbolt.

Gordon-Feneck opened his eyelids with that in mind. There is darkness in front of me, and the hands of the sleepy demon are reaching out from behind my consciousness. I don't feel like shaking it off, and I don't need to. Give me time and my men will come and wake me up. That's how loose the tissue is. Too loose, enough that no one would be angry if they were yawning during the meeting. It was just the right environment for him to relax, but sometimes I feel like I'm lacking.

When I was in the center, that didn't happen. Sleeping eyes were ripped open and sleeping habits cautioned. It was yawning and other verbal preaching, and a little failure echoed the assessment. I worked hard day and night thinking that meant working in the center, and his ratings seemed good there. If you keep up the good work, senior Dragon House officials weren't dreaming either.

Nationalist Mirelbas-Ryburn was a meritocrat and had a reputation for someone who loved his talents so much. In fact, some of them stood up from a lowlife, and the story of someone who rose from a vagrant to a military teacher was famous. Most importantly, he is famous for his previous history as a military teacher and may be a different story from his origins.

Anyway, for Gordon, who was carrying a fallen house, there was nothing better than the reign of Mirelbus. With him, you can climb anywhere depending on your strength.

And, if I had dreamed, I would have been flown to the province at some point.

I was convinced that it would be just a left transition if only the transfer from the Dragon House to Nagrasia, but the position given to him was that of Third Dragon Scale Army Wing General - that is, commander of the Nagrasian garrison unit, something unlikely to him from a civilian.

Prosperity, etc. Although his status did improve, it was the bureaucracy serving in the Dragon House that he aimed for, not the general of local defense or anything else. It's too much for me. I have nothing but anxiety, and many times I thought I couldn't do it. But the kinsman was pleased, and he also rethought that it would be okay.

It was naturally the national lord Mirelbus who entrusted him to the guardian of Nagrasia, but it was the Nares-Ragnahorn who contributed. A man who became a military teacher from the vagabond of the case, so much so that he was called one arm of Mirelbus. That's what he said.

"I recommended you because I anticipated that your serious personality, practical ability, would go a long way in putting together a naughty Nagrasian force"

The cold-hearted voice of the military teacher did not even allow for doubt.

Gordon is also a soldier. There was nothing more than obeying orders, and I was not shut down the path of a civilian. If you serve in the Nagrasian garrison, it's no dream to stop in the eyes of Mirelbus and bloom back into the center again.

(It's a dream...)

Denying his stupid thoughts in his chest, he tried to dive into the futon. It's summer, but it's been strangely cold since last night. Even because of the thunderstorm, it felt unusual.

(Hopefully nothing bad...)

I don't want to make a bad impression of the center by being boring. Even if it doesn't bloom back, I wanted to spare you any further placement changes.

But I'm happy there now. Though difficult to say about a rosy life, my family with a pleasant wife was well rounded, and I'm not dissatisfied with my salary. That's enough to make you a high-ranking bureaucrat. If you don't even dream in the center, it doesn't seem like a bad life either.

The people who were said to have a rough temper also turned out to be the ones who cared if they cracked their bellies and discussed it carefully. Though it has been hard to get there, it is now a good memory.

It was a blissful day for Gordon to meet with them and interact with one of the city's defenses without benefit.

So, nothing has to happen. I don't need a change. Nothing has changed, we just need to keep the time flowing peacefully.

Looking to the side, my wife Sheena was pointing her restful sleeping face at me. I was Gordon's proud wife, hard to say beautiful but unattractive with a smile on her face.

At that time, I thought I heard something mixed with the thunder, but Gordon lowered his lid, pretending not to hear it. I thought I'd go to bed again.

But the sound of knocking on the door was not mild. It's as intense as a thunderbolt, one-sided.

"Lord Wings! It's an enemy attack!"

When he understood the meaning of the word, Gordon jumped up and fell off the bed, making such noise that he could not beat the thunder.