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

"Congratulations on winning the war first"

When Leongand returned to the office, Nage Ziel-Remanifra was waiting. Regardless, we also have all three of her samurai. Salisha, Milfe, Trish. The four of them are like friendly sisters, the space was gorgeous just because they were there, and they were vibrant. Most of all, I'm a little sorry I couldn't call you in the middle of an ops meeting where I want the most glamour.

Nage had been grumpy for a long time since the day he decided to get engaged to Leongand. Until then, she had behaved as she was in the image of a runaway and casual Southerner, but at that time, as Princess of Lemanifla, it seemed as if she was trying as hard as possible to be the person who deserved Leongand's future wife, the Queen of Gandhia.

"Thank you, but it's too soon to be happy."

"Is it? It would be a pleasure to decorate the battle with victory, wouldn't it? Better than losing, I see."

Nage sits in a corner of a large office. I guess I was playing with the samurai until Leongando came back. Cards with numbers were scattered all over the table.

As Leongand lowered his hips on the couch opposite Nage, the ladies who were relaxing next to Nage and behind moved in unison. It is also possible that he slept exhausted. For one thing, I thought I was sorry I woke you up, but there's no reason to apologize to them. This is Leongand's office, not Nage's own.

When the long milfe bowed deeply to Nage and Leongand and left the room, the other two learned to do so and left. Did you pay attention?

"I never thought I'd lose. It was a formation for that."

"Lord Setuna Zenon-Kamiya, that was you."

"Oh. I put him in the advance team to win the fight. As long as he is there, he will never lose. A black spear that winds down the battlefield and brings victory. That's him."

In the Leongand concept, even the mixed armies of the First and Fourth Regiments had stepped on to figure it out. We would have been able to afford to break through the border, and Nagrasia would have dropped it within a few days. But you can't do that. Given how much those few days would contribute to rebuilding the Zalwarn army, I wanted to drop it quickly, even by throwing a trump card black spear. Border breakthroughs and Nagrasian repression in just one day had succeeded in greatly boiling and motivating the forces that were arriving in Myram.

No, the military isn't the only one who boiled.

All over Myram, there was even something delightful and thrilling about the work of the Logners. Even now that it has borne fruit with part of a country called Gandia, will the blood and pride of the Logners in them be aroused by the activity of Grad-Clyde and Dorca-Form, creating a vortex of zeal?

That was Leongand's unexpected reaction. On the Logner side, the military alone built the advance team simply because they arrived early in Myram. That was also the only reason for the mix between the First Regiment stationed in Myram and the Fourth Regiment in the eastern city of Bakhlia. If Gandion, for example, were closest to the battlefield, the Gandian army would have been the advance party.

But maybe this time the army on the Logner side was glad to be the advance team. I guess it was also a much lower story for the Logners that their advance team played a big stand against Zalwarn, who had been made to taste dry acid for a long time. It has often been said that the Logners' hatred of Zalwarn is not the ratio of the Gandians.

Therefore, there were some things I feared.

After Nagrasia's reign, it's about whether a Logner soldier would not work brutality against the people of Zalwarn. It is also a great opportunity for them Logners to clear up their seniority resentment. If you get the momentum of victory and get your hands on the people in town, that's what makes no sense. I am relieved that Grad and Dorka were strongly included in the incident, and the two admiring Astars seem to be harsh on me.

"I've talked to him before, but I have the impression he's a cute boy like my brother"

He's not wrong about that.

When Leongand affirmed, Nage seemed a little surprised. A white dress on brown skin is sure to be my favorite combination. In fact, it suits her well, and her colour tone is more accentuated.

"So, Your Majesty, do you also adore His Highness Setuna in peacetime?

Nage asks with a bright grin.

Her Majesty, too, would mean that she loves Setuna. I don't think it counts as much as the contact between Nage and Setuna, but it probably doesn't matter how many times I've dealt with him or how much time I've touched him, even though I like one. Now, Leongand liked Nage, not because we've been together for years, or because he sent countless words.

"I wonder if it's a little different than a petition... I just want to be where Setsuna is."

Until what he essentially wants, Leongand doesn't even know. The only thing he can say is that what he wants is not status, honor, or money. Setuna isn't into money, and she has nowhere to brag about her status. I have no desire for honor. So, thinking about why you're in this country, maybe it's because you have a place here, I get to the answer, but I wasn't sure that was really what Setsuna wanted. There's no better way to be sure than to believe and act on this.

Most importantly, it is a natural duty as a king not to unduly disparage or discredit Setuna because he is not bound by his status or honor, nor to give him a sum sufficient to reward him for his war effort.

"Is there a place for me there?"

"Yeah, sure."

When Leongand nodded,

"That you're a good joke"

Although Nage has said so, it didn't even seem like a statement otherwise. The expression is smiling and can just be taken lightly.

"Jokes, etc."

"That's okay. I will make my place in Your Majesty in my own way."

She put her hands on her chest and closed her eyes. The look, the trick, was like a beautiful painting, and Leongand, for a moment, forgot me. So, is it?

"In what way is that?

The shadow spoke out.

"Oh?"

Nage must have been surprised because there was a woman standing behind Leongand. I can tell without looking. Arya. A woman in black who is constantly leaning against Leongand's neighborhood. Even Leongand sometimes forgets to exist because it exists but no one can recognize it. That's what I just did. And she was extremely afraid that she would be forgotten to exist. They have the assumption that if they're forgotten, they won't be able to undo it.

"Nice to meet you, princess. I am Arya. It's in His Majesty's shadow."

Arya's nagging words are nothing more than disrespect.

Leongand told her chilly.

I don't remember getting out.

"Sometimes if I don't go out in public, I forget I exist."

The shadow had told himself in a mockery, but he couldn't have been mocking himself either. What is it that a woman comes at night? Leongand narrowed his eyes, but Nage was somewhere interesting.

"What can I do for you, Your Majesty's shadow?

"Princess Nage, who is to marry His Majesty, would love to have something in her ear"

Like Arya said, Leongand had a bad feeling. But Nage doesn't know that. I'm leaning my neck honestly.

"What is it?

It's about you.

"Arya!"

Leongand shouted out unexpectedly, but I knew it didn't work as well as the hairs on Arya. And Nage in front of me, understanding what she meant by what she said, is turning her face bright red.

"Well."

"His Majesty bears the future of Gandhia all by himself, working day and night, and therefore burdens accumulate on his will -"

"Arya, how long!

Looking back, I tried to pack it up, but what Leongand saw was the wall behind it, the space where no one was. Arya's signs were moving next to Nage.

"Wouldn't that be nice, Your Majesty?"

Leongand reluctantly returned to his seat when Nage scorned him. Arya looks at the princess's face as she sits next to Nage and licks her. I have to say that Arya is a good woman, too, which I regret.

"I am relieved that Your Majesty is worthy."

Nage's words and actions were as different from those of the ever running princess, and Leongand could only be surprised. To be assured, I look at her expression. She had her eyes turned to Arya as if she were a Mother of Mercy.

"You said it with Mr. Arya, didn't you?

"Ha"

As Arya was surprised by the majestic words of Nage. She also knew naughty naughty naughty like she was wearing clothes. I guess that's why he showed up to tease me.

"You've supported the shadows in the sun about Your Majesty so far. Thank you so much."

"Ha..."

Nage hugged Arya all over her body. Arya raised her voice without the skill of exchanging, which was painful in a sense if she tried Leongando, but it was not such an emotional atmosphere. It seemed like they were showing off the bottom line of a princess named Nage.

I'm just overwhelmed.

"This is how I am speaking to His Majesty, thanks to your protection of His Majesty's body and mind."

"No......"

Arya seemed to close her eyes as she was embraced by Nage. You seem to have noticed, and you seem to have admitted defeat. It's possible that I'm thinking of something else more, but at least, the harm to Nage has disappeared. Without animosity or malice, I entrust myself to her. Leongand had never seen or imagined Arya like that before.

And Nage crushes, holding Arya in love.

"Let's just talk about the two of us, shall we? Your Majesty's ears will increase your hard work."

"Yes......"

Arya disappeared after feeling her temperature for a while when she agreed to Nage's suggestion.

Nage seemed surprised that Arya had abruptly disappeared, but quickly turned to us.

"I like Arya too."

"... that's out-of-digit"

Leongand raised an exclamation in Nage's arms, who instantly mastered a shadow he could not even rule. No, not arms or anything, but maybe a person named Naj Zier-Lemanifla himself. Even so, it's not a big deal.

I accepted all Arya's words and deeds and captivated her even on them.

(Probably makes a hell of a woman my wife)

Leongand thought so, but he didn't regret it. I was rather where I wanted to be.

After the Lion King, that's the kind of person you deserve.