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

"How long do I have to do this?"

Lux-Vain leaked his dissatisfaction because he had to be looking at an irreplaceable view the whole day. I just moved my neck and there was no significant change in what I see in my vision. A room in a hospital received by the Gandhian army. The whiteness of the walls creates the characteristic spicy odor of the hospital. The ceiling is suspended with a demonic crystal lamp, which is letting the cool light pour down. Thanks to you, the only way to determine if it was day or night was to look out the window.

Fortunately, it was a private room. He didn't treat me special because I'm the assault captain of the mercenary regiment "The Pale Wind," and it looks like he's raised a great deal of Venus to defeat the enemy troop commander. Only at that moment would Lux have been able to discuss Ginarvi-Wyburn. I've been quite impotent. The recoil sent him to the hospital.

I guess I just wasn't thrown into the same room as my naughty men. I thought only for the first few hours. If you were in the room with your men, it must have been easy for them to talk to you and crush their spare time. There is malice in this consideration, I also wanted to think.

White curtains are shaking in the night breeze. The view outside the window could not be seen by Lux fixed on the sleeping table. The darkness peeking through the gaps in the curtains is only the function of letting us know that it is the night.

Yes, Lux was fixed on the sleeping table. Not only was his whole body wrapped around in bandages, but his body was tied to his bunk from above. It's like Lux won't let himself out of the hospital room, but that's cramped for him. Nevertheless, he slipped out on his own on the first day and it was himself who was falling down in the hospital aisle. The doctor discovered it and decided to detain it at the discretion of the captain. Regardless, you can release me when I eat or when I add something for you, but at that time, I am often under the surveillance of the captain or deputy captain, and in the end, I am cramped.

"Until you're cured."

"Pale Wind" vice president Jin-Krell, sitting on a chair he placed beside his bedside, came skinning the fruit with a knife. He is often interested in skin peeling when he brings fruit into the hospital room. Of course, the peeled fruit feeds Lux as well.

Lux often referred to Jin as a pussy eyeglass bastard, but it was also true that he admired the captain. Without the two Sigurd-Foliars and Jin-Krall, Lux's life would have been over. So much influence on both of us.

"War, it's over, though?

Lux distorted his expression into intermittent pain. The wounds sustained in the battle at the Longhi River - apparently - are deep and heavy. Even though it was meant to prevent Zinarvi's main offensive, it was too much of an imposition. It's nice to have been able to break through Ginarvi's storm barrier, but at the next moment, I ate a stalemate counterattack. Whole body, chopped up. The armor became useless and filled with cuts all over my body. If only the shallow wounds were still there, they weren't. It's so strange to be alive.

"You've worked hard enough, and you can rest."

"Er... I hate that."

Lux looked sincerely disgusted. A life of battle alone. With all the "pale winds," no, nothing is harder than not being on the battlefield with Sigurd or Jin. If only it were somewhere else on the same battlefield. But it wasn't all bearable, such as waiting for Lux to return outside the battlefield. Captain, if you order, you will obey, and you will be convinced, but you will accumulate dissatisfaction. Though nothing like that dissatisfaction exploding, it doesn't feel good to Lux either.

Of course, I know I can't fight properly in this situation. Wounded and in constant pain. There was nothing wrong with it as much as walking around the hospital, but it would interfere with combat action. Mercenaries you can't fight, that's all.

With Gravestone in your hand, you can be impotent. You must be able to ignore the pain and torture the flesh to its limits. It is also possible to kill until the flesh destroys itself. But neither Sigurd nor Jin wants that. We fight as much as we want, but they don't even think so. I only hope to recover from Lux.

That is both delightful and painful.

"The Gandhian army is well dropping all over Zalwarn. Nagrasia, Bahandar, and this zeol. I don't know what will happen to Malwales, but it far exceeds the troop differential. There won't be a problem."

To his sudden voice, Lux pointed his gaze at the entrance to the hospital room. A big man full of wild flavors was illuminated by the light of the Demonic Crystal lamp. Sigurd-Foliar.

Lux, from the moment he heard his voice, could not contain the overflowing joy.

"Captain!"

"Yo, have you been quiet?

I guess I took into account that it's the hospital at night that Sigurd keeps his voice down.

"Of course!"

"Well, it's a big deal if you can get busted in this situation."

Jin must have smiled bitterly referring to the fact that Lux couldn't move even if he wanted to. Tied with a full body bandage and further restrained on the sleeping table. Whoever you are, you have to be quiet.

Lux wanted to break this restraint right away and rush over to Sigurd. But I can't do that. You can't shake it with muscle strength, and that's how all over your body screamed when you put your strength into it. I realize that if I keep doing that, the wound could open, and I give up. Prolonged discharge is extra painful.

Sigurd slowly approached the bedroom, knowing or not how Lux felt, but he thought it was even worse.

"This guy's about to get busted."

"That can't be happening!

"No, there is."

"Oh, it seems possible"

When Sigurd strongly affirmed, Jin laughed and affirmed. Has Jin finished peeling the fruit or is wiping the knife with a cloth? On the small plate on the desk, the beautifully peeled fruit was cut into moderate sizes.

"What do these people think of me?"

When Lux blurred, Sigurd, who had come all the way to the side of the bedroom, laughed more.

"I'm a proud assault captain."

"I hope so..."

I mumbled because the captain's smile was dazzling. I don't know how many times I've been silenced by that smile, but I didn't feel like an enemy.

"Get some rest. All that remains is a Dragon House attack. We're not going to make much of ourselves."

"Really?

"Your apprentice will do his best."

"Uh... well. Right."

Lux had completely forgotten since his integration into the Central Army, but Gandia had an armed summoner named Setuna Zenon-Kamiya, who was supposed to be his disciple. Apparently, the boy, who can also be called Gandhia's keepsake trump card, is showing off his overwhelming power even in this Zalwarn. It was only with his presence that he was able to dominate Bahandar, which was famous for its insurmountable defeat, in less than half a day. The black spear Setuna is the backbone of this Gandhian army's invasion of Zalwarn. The more he fights, the clearer Gandia's victory becomes.

As long as his spiritual strength continues, as long as his flesh can endure.

One day, until it breaks.

"There will also be White Shields. Leave it to them and we won't have to shed any more blood."

To Jin's words, Lux silenced. Some of the members of the "Pale Wind" have lost their lives in earlier battles. From newcomers who have just joined the group at Gandion to ancient ginseng, who have supported The Pale Wind for years, there is no relevance to the dead. It is on the battlefield that everyone exposes their lives equally. Even a fierce warrior dies lightly. Even Lux is dying.

The dead were mourned while Lux was unconscious. They buried him by that river. Lux has prayed silently every now and then since he was heard about it. Some of them probably didn't have much to do with Lux, but the team is a member. He was a subordinate and had a family-like side as well. My family is dead. It couldn't have been sad. That should be the same for Sigurd and Jin.

But it is also true that we cannot stop at that. If you go to battle, someone dies. Enemies and allies, die easily. Lux often turns to the killing side, but not infrequently faces the death of his fellow men. That's why I don't twinkle in mourning there. Time will not stop. The moment you stop at your people's deaths, it's the moment you take your life.

We just have to move on.

If you're on the battlefield, you just move towards the enemy line.

"That's why. Don't worry about anything."

"I'm not worried or anything like that..."

With his hand over his head by the sigurd, Lux could do nothing more. I just want to be on the same battlefield, even though I know that I can't even do that at the moment. I don't even want to embarrass you by being selfish.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes.