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

September 18th, night.

A pitch-black book fell overhead, colored by the stars and the moon. I can see that there are few clouds and sunny weather. The wind is mild but still warm. It seems the summer in central Wargrain continent is long.

The city at night is quiet. Few citizens were walking and seemed to see only about as many Gandia soldiers on patrol. Few lights leak through the windows of the houses either. That should be it, too. Zeol is now under the control of the Gandhian army.

Until a day ago, Zeol was the city of Zalwarn. Maybe it was a little more busy in those days. Ease of mind would have been different if it had been the same Zalwarian who ruled. Right now, you can't take it easy. It was subdued and placed under control. The citizens of Zeol must have had fears and anxieties about the arrival of the Gandia army. Most importantly, the strictness of the Gandhian army's statutes was thorough and there was nothing harmful about them to the citizens.

Nor did anything emerge from the mercenary regiment White Shield to take problematic action. No one ever hurt a citizen as one, and there was nothing like treading people's hearts. It may be an indication that the White Shield is not just a bunch of mercenaries. Gathered together in the name of Quon-Camiah, they have their own righteousness, and their perseverance. We are also proud that we are not mercenaries who move with money alone. Some think you're on the side of justice. In fact, that aspect is also strong. He often fought the Imperial Devil for free against him. Sometimes I went around burning down the Imperial Devil's nest when no one asked me to.

Because that's what Quon wants.

Quon wants to eliminate the damage caused by the Imperial Demon from this world. We want to wipe out the existence of a different world, the Imperial Demon, from this Wargrain continent. Otherwise, there will be no world where everyone can sleep in peace. War can be prevented by human effort. I can avoid it. But there is nothing we can do but harm caused by the Imperial Demon. The monsters of mighty power. There is no room to negotiate with them who, if you look at them as human beings, strike and scatter death. Fight and destroy, or return to the original world. At present, we have to take the former method, but we are also constantly thinking about the latter possibility. If the Summoning Army can return to its original world, it should come as no surprise that the Imperial Demon can return to its original world.

Most importantly, no matter how much literature we have won, we have yet to find a way for the Imperial Devil to return. Still, Quon didn't feel like giving up.

So he's fishing for old literature as long as he's free.

He was still in a private room on the top floor of the building assigned as a quarters for the White Shield, staring at the old books he had brought from Myram.

window. I have a portable demonic crystal lamp on my desk, and its chilling light illuminates the ancient book and him. Though ancient books, they are written in the common language of the continent, and I managed to read them to Quon as well.

Common language is something I'm still learning from Swirl and Mana. A plain sentence is improved enough to read and write, and its speed seems amazing inside, but I don't know what it really is. It's not like Swirl or Mana has started admiring Quon for no reason.

It seems more than five hundred years ago the languages of the continent were commonalized. Even with the aftermath of the unification of the continent by the Holy Emperor Miendia? Saint Pope Miendia gave the same language to all nations, to people living in all regions. Although a common language would not raise the issue of communication of will, and the high ideal that people would be able to join hands and forgive their hearts seemed to be only a dream.

In view of the current situation of small groups of countries as disturbed as hemp, we can see.

"Were you still awake? Aren't you stuffed for work this morning?

"I'm not."

To the voice from behind, Quon spilled a smile. Illis must have been awakened by the light of the Demonic Crystal lamp. She was sleeping on Quon's sleeping table. It's not the usual. It was her duty to escort Quong's neighborhood, and it was common for her to sleep and eat together.

As a matter of fact, I don't remember working as much as stuffing. From the Longhi River to Zeol, Graham had taken on the bulk of the work on the White Shield. He was also active in combat, but it is only in the handling of chores that he shows true value. His presence to respond immediately to any minor matter was also significant in the sense of reducing the burden of Quon.

Quon used his powers to summon and sustain the Shield of Messiah, and he slept all day on the 17th. It wasn't until this morning that I could move. It was natural momentum to work around in order to regain the delay of a day.

Illis gets off the sleeping table. Recognize just the footsteps coming this way. Quon kept his gaze on the old book, but he was also unwilling to figure out a line of characters that didn't make sense.

"Quon is the key to the White Shield. While I was asleep, it was tough."

I'm sorry about that.

Fine, I could imagine what was so hard about Quon. Mainly Mana and Illis, I guess. You two worry too much about Quon. Sometimes I care so much about Quon's health that I think it's overprotective. If you go out on the battlefield, I guess that over-protection disappears because you believe in the performance of the Shield of Messiah. Even so, I was wondering if you could trust me a little more about Quon himself, but Quon wasn't willing to put that in his mouth. If you order, you'll listen to me. I know that. But it's not like imposing it.

I guess they're worried.

I can't deny that Kuon has something similar.

"I should be asleep by now"

The book was closed.

Looking next door, Illis stands. It may be the privilege of Quon alone to see her troubled face. That's a look I won't show you in front of everyone. At that time, Iris looked strangely young. It should be a lot older than Quong, but in some cases it can look younger than Quong. I guess it's the discomfort that comes from her mental and physical age not matching.

"If I can't sleep in my way, I'm going to Mana."

"No, you don't have to worry about it. It'd be better if you stayed."

Quon thanked her for her care when she put the closed book on her desk. I appreciate it, but I'm glad you're on my side.

I miss being alone terribly. Because you feel lonely. This is a different world. It's not where he should be. A soul without a stopover is always lonely. Being in a group called the Mercenaries continues to divert attention from that fact and deceive Mizu as well. Ever since we got the Illis, that has become more pronounced. Her presence, always on my side, saves his heart from solitude, but at the same time strengthens his fear of being alone. It's like a drama. But I had to.

One, alone.

But you can't live alone.

I can live for the first time with someone's help, power, interference.

Having an invincible shield cannot override that jurisprudence. No, you have an invincible shield, which makes you feel more real. Shields alone can't do anything about it. Simply putting up a shield that nullifies overwhelming power does not remove the roots of power. To remove, there is the help of others. That's the face of the White Shield for Quon, the Illis, and the Mana.

By their help, Quon is saved from loneliness and lives in this world.

Alone, he must have died wild somewhere.

"Quon is sweet."

"I guess. I think you're all better off."

Quon lifted his hips from his chair and turned his gaze to Illis. She is about to take the demonic crystal lamp on her desk. The high-light Demon Crystal lamp was a luxury product purchased from Myram, meaning that it had a high purity of Demon Crystal Stone. Enough to illuminate the whole room even if it's on your desk. It may not have been impossible for Illis to wake up to the glare.

"Right... Mana, Swell's grandfather, Graham, Waldo, that's sweet"

The side of Illis loosened subtly. She also likes the White Shield crew. I can tell that from what I usually say and do. The relationship, which was only initially difficult, is no longer able to work together with the breath of Azumi. I have a relationship of trust. We trust each other and forgive our hearts. That's why I'm so comfortable.

"You too."

"I'm not."

The light went out. I guess Illis touched the Demon Crystal lamp. The darkness comes and only the moonlight that plunges through the window illuminates the indoors. Her skin floated white in the darkness.

"I'm not being nice. It's just a monster."

"You're human."

Quon assured her, gazing into her eyes glowing with a slight light. Under the light, I guess I could see the grey iris, but in the darkness of the night, that's not good either. But it would be enough for her not to turn a blind eye. Iris, too, was staring into Quon's eyes.

Hurt, weep, anger, hatred, mourning, and desolation - Illis was no more human than this, and there was no other way to describe it. Indeed, he is the owner of the superhuman power. He has a tremendous amount of exercise and reflex nerves. The kind of power that a normal person can't have is the alien powers that she's planted by an organization called the Foreign Law Agency. But what is wrong with you? Speaking of which, even Quon is a monster. In terms of being summoned from another world, it's the same as the Imperial Devil. But I am not the Imperial Devil. I can tell you it's not a monster.

"Quon......"

Iris' eyes looked shaken.

He's like me. He's a crybaby.

When Quon laughed at herself, she also seemed to laugh.