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

"I was here."

Setuna opened her lid to the suddenly audible voice.

Under the blue sky, there's a woman I know. The toenail seemed to be muddy all the way around the knee and half stiffened. He is wrapped in lightweight armor, as usual, and holds a huge weapon with both hands. Faria-Belfaria.

Setuna yawned as she stretched wide with the spear in her hand. I also cry. I don't remember, but maybe he slept a little.

"Should I have been wiped out?

"If you do that, you'll hate me. Even though I'm a solo warrior."

"That's right."

Setuna laughed at Faria's slightly frightened face. Stand up and stretch your hips. Fatigue is starting to accumulate.

Around, soldiers from the western march were moving. The bodies of Bahandar soldiers are packed in large bags for each of them.

Setsuna had never seen such a task before. I hold a black spear, creating tons of corpses, but little until I see the end of it. I don't have time to confirm that I killed him, and I often jump at my next goal. Each one of you, you have a different life, you must have had a different dream. When I thought about it, I could see it going into depth, so Setsuna tried not to think about it.

"That one."

Faria was looking at the body of a big man whose soldiers were packing in a bag by the two sides. His big bow is carried to the city by another soldier, both of them. A giant bow. I guess it weighs a lot too. But that man, alone, was treating him plainly.

"Oh, he was attacking the Grad squad, wasn't he?"

Setuna remembered the sight she had seen from above Bahandar. An attack from Bahandar hits a Wetland Grad squad and breaks formation. To the anomaly of the scene, Setuna decided to descend. There was a signal from Faria shortly after.

"That's right. You had twice the normal bow, that bow range."

"Twice..."

The end of the big man's mild manipulation of a bow that boasted twice the normal range was too lame. Setsuna never even knew his name. Most of all, I can't even remember the name of the person I killed.

Knowing the name adds a little weight to death. Know who you're dealing with and you'll get even more. That's what it would be. I don't know anybody, so I can kill them unconstitutionally. I can kill people because I'm not involved in my life. If this is a buddy or a friend, I guess it won't be that easy.

I've never moved on to not having a day like that, and I don't think it's coming.

"No, are we done yet? Bottom"

"So I was looking for the captain."

Setuna couldn't stop laughing at Faria, who had deliberately stretched her spine and carefully toned it.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"No, you're welcome"

"Is the Deputy Chief downstairs?

"The Deputy Chief is very busy flying around. What you should have is a winged vice president."

Faria told him with a smile, but in short, Ruufa would be used as good. His ability to subpoena armed silfed feathers is very convenient for moving around. I guess it was just right to use it to communicate the will of troops divided south and east. It's pathetic for Ruufa, but the supreme commander is Astar and Captain Lion's Tail has extremely low authority than he is affiliated with the Westbound Army.

In the first place, The Lion's Tail is just three troops. Besides, each has the position of captain, assistant captain and deputy captain, with no end crew, etc. The only two people Setuna could command were Faria and Ruufa, what a lonely force. Most of the time, Setsuna rarely gives orders to the two of us.

"Can I send you back?"

"Yes."

"Why Faria?

Setuna looked at the bow she held in both hands. It's shaped like a very unlikely bow, but she insists it's a bow. A weapon shaped like a freaky bird spreading its wings. Aurora Storm. If the battle is over, there must be no point in us subpoenaing it, and given the wear and tear, we'd better send it back.

The maintenance of the summoning arm essentially drains the invisible: the mental power of the summoner. Unless the subpoena weapon is a relic of the deceased, usually, yes. Neither can Setuna continue to summon black spears. You can wield superhuman power as long as you have a chaos-bringer in your hand. You can always summon anything you can. That way, no one will be out of control of Setuna.

but if you're actually doing that, you'll lose consciousness and fall.

"You can use it to find you."

"I see."

"Even so, I didn't have to use it"

That said, Faria laughed and whispered.

"They found me right away."

The smile was more dazzling than the sky where the sun was about to set.

Down the walls, as I entered the city, I saw soldiers immersed in the aftermath of victory, soldiers chased into the treatment of corpses, soldiers sprinkled with water whether to dilute the smell of blood or not.

Under a blurry sunset, the sight played out on the street corner of the fortified city seemed to burn to Setuna's retina.

In the corner of the aisle there was a squad leader scolding the cries of wounded soldiers and a medical squad with a face that seemed annoying to such a squad leader. If there is a group of soldiers mourning the battle death of their fellow soldiers, there are some who boast of their battle merit. There are different expressions, different emotions, to female soldiers who rejoice in surviving, young soldiers who were in their first line or relieved.

Setuna was convinced that this was the post-war landscape.

Battlefield-specific enthusiasm leaves, and it is one who is free from the battle. Everyone is happy that the battle has been successfully completed. Though it is the death of my fellow men that I mourn, I take the fact of survival all over my body.

There is a strict boundary between life and death. The dead do not speak in silence, only the living cry, laugh and rejoice. But maybe that's why there's something approaching Setuna's chest.

"I don't know."

"Hmm?"

"Maybe the reason I fight is because I want to see this kind of landscape"

The joy and sorrow shown by one freed from the extreme state of battle can also be considered a raw feeling. Proof of being alive. Something that rejoices in each other's survival, something that mourns death, something that groans in pain but tears at living. In order to see that kind of sight, we have to win the fight. A sight of defeat would be something more tragic.

"Not for Your Majesty?

"There's that too... That's mean"

I don't know.

Even as Setuna pointed her mouth, she didn't laugh and tackle it.

and.

"Dear Setuna, Ahhh!

The cry, which sounded out of nowhere, was undoubtedly Ayn-Rajar's, and Setuna saw the soldiers around him nervous in an instant. Is it a reaction to Setuna's name or a reflection on Ein's voice? It must be both, but it didn't seem like the former to Setuna. Most of all, it's not about caring. I'm used to it.

The Lord of the Voice was rushing from the side of Central Avenue without a glance. His subordinate-like women are also following, but I don't know why.

"Safe, more importantly. Ugh!

There was no way he could avoid a boy who jumped at full speed while raising his voice, and Setsuna took his luxurious body. Ein's body was as light as I thought, and even the exhausting Setuna had nothing to lose. I guess it would have been different if he had wrapped his armor around it, but Ein has already taken off his armor.

Setuna still didn't mind Ein hugging her, but she was concerned that she was bloody. The blood on the armor and clothes is dry and solidified. But the smell of blood doesn't disappear. That's why he tried to walk away from Faria and was careful not to stimulate the smell of the soldiers around him.

Most importantly, Ayn's face embracing Setuna was in a trance and the smell of blood seemed to bother him at all.

"I know exactly how awkward and immature I am in this fight."

Ein has been satisfied holding Setuna all the way through, letting go of her body and looking this one in the eye. The blue eye looks seeping. Maybe I'm crying.

"I felt like I was looking at the whole thing, and I wasn't looking at it at all. I was obsessed with the picturesque maneuvers I painted in my head, and I wasn't able to handle the unexpected. I should have let you do more than one."

A whispering voice would be a consideration to avoid being picked up by the ears of other soldiers. He is the Commander of the Legion and the drafter of this operation. Even if such a person exhaled weakness, it involves the morale of the soldiers. Originally, whispering shouldn't be what we should be talking about here, but he must have been uncontrollable, too.

"But I'm already a mess. I'll try to do better from now on."

"Yeah, I'm hoping. Because this time, the idea itself wasn't bad. That's why the damage was minimal, right?

Setuna wanted to stroke Ein's head, but thought it might be an act that hurt his pride and stopped. Setuna doesn't know what he wants and wants, etc. You can say that you know very little about him. It's been three days since we rendezvous in Nagrasia. In the meantime, I also feel almost like I was with him, but I didn't even know what kind of person Ayn-Rajar was. He seemed to be a fan of Setuna for sure, and he remained overwhelmed by the calories of favors he didn't even try to hide. That's by no means, it doesn't make me feel bad.

Ein did. Shake your head.

"That's pretty much because Master Setuna and all of you put the driver to work. That's not the kind of uncertainty you should expect from measures. Dear Setuna, even after the throw, yes. It was the reflective material that relied too much on the uncertain elements. Fortunately, Master Setuna moved to eliminate the archers, so neither the main team nor the Grad team had to be shot by the rain of arrows."

"If it turns out well, it can't be all right."

"Yes, it's our job to stick around."

Ain't got his chest up small. He is proud of his work. He is the head of the Third Regiment of the army on the Logner side, and in this western march, as an operational planner, he is an assistant to Astar. His maneuvers, though certainly difficult to say brilliant, had no choice because he couldn't think of any more effective maneuvers than that. In other ways, he said, a great deal of sacrifice had to be made.

It is true that Bahandar fell, possibly due to unprecedented manoeuvres, to throw Setuna from above. Though there was a lot going on, Setuna never died from the fall, nor was it like being killed by enemy forces. Rather, it ravaged and made complete the victory of its own forces that had entered.

"Though it's the captain's job to be impotent, don't let him push you too hard. Because this one doesn't seem to know how to pull it off."

While Faria also wondered if she had asked Ein to act like an assistant captain, Setsuna seemed like an idiot in her opinion. Setsuna was flashy.

"That's terrible."

"It's true."

Faria wasn't bad, but her mouth is smiling. I guess you're joking. Even she knows. Depending on the situation, there comes a time when Setuna has to be impossible or impotent. The power of black spears is something like that. Leongand said it was Setuna's role to open the wind hole. Stand ahead of the line, blow a great wind hole in the enemy army, and call in victory. For this we must be aware of some impotence.

Dropping from above. It's impotent.

"I'll do good. Neither do I want to imitate the loss of Setuna."

"Instead, you didn't hesitate to drop it from that height."

Ain grinned as Setuna told her as she remembered an act in the military council. I don't mean to offend that laugh, but that's why I have to feel something intense.

"Because I was sure that Master Setsuna would be fine."

"I didn't have it."

"Again."

I'd like to think it must be a joke that Ain't tried to get me into it.

"... well, fine"

It's all over.

Try Setsuna and it'll all be okay if it's over. Results are all. Regardless, we are not ignoring the process, but the West March triumphed and the difficult fortified city fell. I can hardly hope for any more. The best result, I suppose. Ein seems to want to go higher, but Setsuna and the others just have to do the best they can.

"Whoa, whoa, what are you all doing here? Say, Faria in the sunset, super angel"

When I thought I had approached this one and called out, I knelt at Faria's feet and hid behind Setuna, just as Faria retreated slightly to the appearance of Dorka-Foam with both hands together. Setuna calmly told Dorka, who had even blinked her eyes.

"What is it?"

"It's like a ritual, never mind"

"Fools move, don't really care to do it"

Soon Nina, who was near Dorka, went with a voice that he could hear, even as she showed Setuna a bare gesture that struck her in the ear. Setuna smiled bitterly, but somewhat to Dorka, it seemed to have worked. Standing up, making tannic surfaces.

Ayn opened her mouth as she remembered, watching wonders about Dorka like that.

"How have you been, Commander of the Dorka Corps?

"I guess the end feels good. Damage to the Westbound Army is minor. There seems to be no problem with future operations. Then I just sent out a report of the victory on each side. And contact with the key Reconder, but it's not something you can do right away. Is it like four to five days after the supplies arrive? There seems to be plenty of stockpiles in Bahandar, even without supplies from Recondahl."

Setuna let her eyes open, feeling like she had seen the seemingly captain side of the Dorca for a long time. On the other hand, I think back that he has that look, too, and I still wonder if his usual attitude towards Faria is a mask to hide his nature. It's a colored man. If you keep it normal, even Faria will treat you nicely.

"There are future things. I was wondering if we shouldn't have too much hands on the supplies and food we have in Bahandar."

"What are you doing at Cage Castle?"

"It's a matter of possibility. If you fail to invade the Dragon House and have to withdraw to your home country, Bahandar will be exposed to the attack of Zalwarn. That said, it's not easy to take this place down, and I don't think Zalwarn has the strength to withstand a long-term offensive right now."

Though quickly rendered powerless by Setuna's throw, there is no change in Bahandar's offensive difficulty. The wetlands remain unchanged, with high hills, thick walls and castle gates not scratched one. If the Gandhian army were present, there was no doubt that Bahandar would also use its corresponding power. Unless you have an armed summoner that can be thrown from the air by an enemy or an armed summoner that can attack from super long distances.

"I think we're still outnumbered."

"In total strength, right? Not all of that can move. Zalwarn, in particular, remains an enemy in the country."

"Gray-Balzerg, huh?"

In a word of Dorka, Setuna evoked the figure of a samurai met in Recondahl. He seemed solemn. Though I didn't fight directly, I thought I only found out a little bit about what a hundred warrior fierce generals are.

Ein nodded at Dorka.

"It is gratifying to Gandia that he is giving us a glimpse in the east. Thanks to this, Zalwarn had not been able to allocate his troops to Bahandar. If more power had been broken here, this one could have done a little more damage."

"Still, a little more, what is it?"

Setuna said, Ein has told me to laugh bitterly.

"In the end, Master Setuna will flatten out."