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

- I'm coming.

In his own voice, he recognized something called awakening. The consciousness that had fallen into deep sleep until just now could not instantly resume its activities, and he, blurry, looks forward.

It was in the tent that he woke up. It was prepared for him by the Gandhian army, the White Shield Commander, but he is not the only one using this tent. The White Shield executives were free to use it. Both Waldo and Graham should be relaxing in this large tent, but they weren't within sight.

Quon sat backhanded with the luggage they carried. There was a thick rug laid on the ground, and even as I sat down and slept for a long time, there was nothing like my ass complaining of pain. It's not even cold.

I guess the rain that was falling right before I fell asleep stopped. I couldn't hear the rain slamming the tent. There was nothing like rainwater breaking into the tent, and of course, there was nothing like a rug sucking rainwater to prevent the quons from sleeping.

Quons. Yes, Quons. Ilis slept with Quon's knee on his pillow, and Quon's left shoulder was ridden with Mana's head sitting next to him. Neither of us could possibly resist the sleeper because of our daily fatigue.

Think of that as blurry, comparing the two sleeping faces. The two regular sleeping sighs are a sure sign that they are sleeping well. Especially the side of Illis sleeping on Quon's knee pillow, he was like an innocent child. It's a rare look, but here, it was also a familiar face. Iris gave this look when he was with his real sister Arya. I guess it's because I don't need to be alert to my regular sister. The confrontation in Myram now seemed like a lie. Whether it was Aryan acting or not.

With a head that doesn't turn well, I can't think of a lot of things. Exhale as you stare at the sleeping face of the girl who gained superhuman power.

I was dreaming. In the narrow space between dreams and present, they were showing off their nightmarish reality. I remember that very well. As for the course of the battle with the Dragon two days ago, the Shield of Messiah has shown it again and again, even though it is not something that can be made to look like a dream. Let's face it, I guess. The reality is that nothing can be done by the power of a shield alone.

Relies on the ability of the Shield of Messiah to give advice and warnings to Quon, who hasn't made any progress at all.

I get it. I just have to be aware all the time. Whatever the battlefield, when it comes to what Quon does, it only means summoning the Shield of Messiah and protecting the subject. The battle was left to my people, and I could call it a sight to behold. Taking command, in itself, is hardly necessary. Anyway, it doesn't matter what unscrupulous way you fight because your shielded companions won't get hurt. I don't even fall into a predicament.

I have crossed a battlefield unrelated to tension.

I guess that and this is due to the performance of the Shield of Messiah. The ability of the Shield of Messiah is so strong that Quon doesn't have to do anything. If this had any shortcomings, the story would have been different. If you can only protect a certain range, then Quon would have had to move around as well. Alternatively, it might have come out necessary to take command of the troops too. But that didn't actually happen. There was no limit to protecting the members of the White Shield.

(Invincible mercenary regiment. Undefeated Legion......?)

Quon looked forward blindly. I don't see Waldo or Graham in the vast space reserved for the White Shield Commander. Quon and only Illis and Mana, and they're sleeping together. I remember just a little loneliness, and I smile bitterly.

Wouldn't it be enough if you both stayed on your side?

Besides, they were exposed to defenseless sleep. You should be able to believe it's a manifestation of what you're allowing Quon to do. That never feels bad. At least, because while Illis and Mana are around, they don't have to be frustrated by loneliness.

I am blessed with all this companionship. You can't want any more, and what you want may be disrespect for your people.

The White Shield is a group of about 100 mercenaries. To fulfill Quon's wishes, Sweel-Lanagaudi traveled east to gather many talent. The members of the group gathered at the source of Quong are not like ordinary mercenaries. In the first place, it was also an organization known only as the Mercenary Corps. It was only by crossing the battlefield as a mercenary that he worked, focusing on crushing the nests of the Imperial Demons everywhere. Mercenary operations are only to sprain the cost of maintaining the population.

(Wish…)

Meditate. I can't move one thing because I could wake up Mana and Illis together. I didn't want to interrupt your sleep. Especially since the drain on Mana was intense and after the battle with the Dragon, I often saw her blurry.

She's the one who laughs and deludes, even if Quon wants to rest. I keep on being careful. In front of Illis, I guess, sometimes. Just because you two are as close as sisters doesn't mean you're uncomfortable with each other. It's complicated.

(In that regard, I might be simple)

He mocks himself at the lightness of his head and opens his lid.

(I just keep wishing)

Reminds me of the words of the Shield of Messiah in my dreams.

The invincible shield that became the woman who emitted the light was as if she had seen all of Quon. I guess it's like her hobby to mock and curse Quong's vile dreams. Every time I encountered her in the narrow space of my dreams, Quon had been stuffed and blamed by her.

If that's the price of summoning the Shield of Messiah, we'll gladly accept it. That kind of determination doesn't make sense in that space. Naked minds react to excesses and become aggressive to radicals. That's the nature of a human being called Quon-Kamiya, if they say so, maybe so. Maybe attacking is more suited to sex than protecting.

Nevertheless, as things stand, he has no power to attack his enemies. I've built up my body and his role will never change. Just keep your shield up. All you have to do is summon the Shield of Messiah and protect your people. That alone promises victory. You don't have to fight.

You don't have to get this hand dirty on the ground.

(I never killed one...)

Tell him that, what was the point? I wonder what reaction you were expecting. Did you want to see him surprised? Did you expect him to mock you? Did you wish? At any rate, I think it was a ridiculous dialogue. I think it's irrevocable. I can't change the past. Time will not return.

(I guess they hated me)

I can't even think about it.

Second, I wondered if the front tent rocked, and a man of your pride came in. A knight chief of the Kingdom of Berel but who lost everything because of the attempted assassination of Quon. Graham. It's just Graham. Even his family name had been taken away, and he had nothing more to offer than to call it that. Most of all, having returned everything to the country, he seemed rather neat and even glad that he had become lighter. The burden of being a knight chief was perhaps too much on him.

Graham looked at this one and said that he didn't break his pitiful look and didn't even come with a joke.

"Were you taking it in?"

"... that's not funny"

"This is rude. But once in a while, it's one of those jokes that makes me want to try. I can't help it if I'm the only one who cares."

Graham carefully wiped the mud on the bottom of his shoe as he came without any evil. Though I could no longer hear the rain, it was coming down hard until Quon fell asleep. The ground outside must be wet.

When he finished wiping the mud. He approached me without making any footsteps. I guess he takes care of it for himself so that you two don't wake up. The voice was never loud either. His voice speaks well. Even in a whisper. I never listened.