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

On the table of the Royal Palace Supper, it was announced once again that a new title will be added to the Royal Palace Summoner Setuna Zenon-Kamiya as Captain of "The Lion's Tail".

Gracia the Queen, Nage the Princess of Lemanifla, the Prince and his wife of Lucion, the Assault General of Mion, the generals and corps chiefs of Gandia, and numerous nobles watched, Setuna was given the name of Four before King Leongando and as the First Uncle.

Setuna Lars-Enjour.

At the moment of Enjour's birth, Setuna, the Great Hall was filled with cheers and applause that just kept cracking. I don't know how happy I was from the bottom of my heart one of these days, but at least, in Faria's eyes, Setuna herself seemed happy. Though I was embarrassed.

If Setsuna is happy, she has nothing more to say.

Without questioning the cheap conclusions, the end of the first part of the dinner party was announced.

"What the hell does Part One mean?

"After the dinner party, the ball. Let's do it."

Faria replied as she diligently stopped Miliu from ever trying to turn her arm around Setuna's neck with a glossy hand. I can't imagine how powerful I am from my graceful disposition. but she is a trained armed summoner. Don't let your appearance fool you.

"Hey, prom. I'm not interested."

"If you're not interested, you have to leave first."

"Really?

To Ruufa's words, Setuna rounds her eyes.

"I guess that is. Speaking of Uncle Lian, you are supposedly second only to His Majesty the King in Gandia. I'm not going to miss the opportunity to make contact with the royal family."

"Your Majesty told me to focus on Captain Lion's Tail even when I was your uncle."

"That's why, on the occasion of the revelation of the collar uncle, the collar uncle, who is the person of the day, does nothing.

"... what the hell is Miliu?"

It's not that Setsuna didn't care about Milu's attitude, but maybe because she couldn't grasp the identity of a woman named Milu anymore. Faria agreed.

"You were talking normally until just now."

"Uh, no more, uh-huh. Fine, nothing."

"Fine."

"Well, anyway, it looks like there's a restroom available, and we'll wait there."

As Faria nodded, the four of them took their seats simultaneously.

"Well, we need to get ready for the ball."

"Of the venue."

Listening to a conversation between Setuna and Miliu, Faria felt a stab in the back of her head. Stop your legs. Don't look back, just focus your consciousness. Among the venues where hundreds of humans were moving, it was impossible to find the source of a particular gaze, but I could not help but feel some intention that the gaze disappeared in an instant.

"Faria, I'm leaving you."

Faria let down her mouth in such a way that it was not elegant or anything. The usual milieu is still easier to stick with, okay.

The decorated milieu is never bad either.

"Uh, me, a little..."

"Rika. I'm going first."

When Faria clouded her words, Miliu instantly guessed at me. The neighbor Setuna was pompous, and even to Ruufa, she was playing with Emil-Lizil, who was rendezvous at some point.

"Yes."

Faria, thanking Miliu for his assumptions, waited for Setuna and the others to follow the Great Hall before leaving the Great Hall.

From the unfamiliar, we move on through the labyrinthine royal palace with grace like home, which we know for ourselves. With a smile on his face to the one he met, he moved away from the Great Hall and aimed for an unpopular place. The destination is right there. Darkness of trees lining the interior of the royal palace. It is also known as the Royal Forest. Sometimes there is just a dinner party where guests gather, and there is a large number of guard soldiers, but only one place, there was an unpopular space.

During the journey, the gaze I occasionally felt was proof that what happened in the Great Hall was not my fault. If it was your fault, all you had to do was take a walk and then go back to the holding room, but apparently you didn't have to worry about it.

The Royal Forest is colored by the light and shadow woven by equipped demonic crystal lamps and the darkness of the night. The wind blowing through was often referred to as the cold air itself, and I felt a little chilly even when wearing a dress. Keep away from the light of the Demonic Crystal lamp and head to the back of the woods. I didn't want the guards who would be patrolling to notice me. I'm sure it's personal. Nobody wants to get involved.

Why not, but given that she had been away from Gandion for a long time, I come to the conclusion that it was natural. Exhale slowly and drain your strength. I can't help but be nervous. It is possible to deduce to some extent what the other person is. This is not the case in this country, such as someone who bumps into a murderous gaze against Faria.

If the war has just ended in Zalwarn, this is still the capital of Gandia's king. Of course, although there are issues such as the conflict between the Leongans and the Queens, that remains a political conflict. On the surface it had produced a good relationship, and was thorough on both sides in that regard. I think the hostile attitude is hard not to dust, but it seemed familiar to the politicians.

I mean, not Gandia's human gaze.

"... there's no one but me. What if it comes out?

Falia headed behind her back. Such was when her gaze came stabbing her back again. The reaction was immediate. Something comes down behind me, along with the sound of the branches of the trees shaking. Looks like he was moving over a tree at some point.

"After all, were you aware"

Although I learned relief in the voice of the man I heard, it was also true that I was not reassured because of it. A low voice hasn't changed since I heard it many years ago. I could have called it his trait.

"There's no way you don't notice. With all that clear intent to kill."

"Murder intent... Murder intent. I'd appreciate it if you could guess how hard it was to beat you to death."

"There's no way I know."

"I guess so. I suppose so. There's no way you can understand my suffering."

I've said that in a voice where a man can neither mock himself nor give up. I can't even think of any objections. That would be so. There's no way I can understand his suffering, etc. Faria is not him. And vice versa, and Pharia's suffering will not be understood by him.

Faria, then, finally looked back behind her back.

One man stands up, trying to dissolve in the darkness of the night. He wore a black outfit deeper than darkness, with dark hair and dark eyes. Only the whiteness of the skin floats unusually. Not so long, but definitely taller than Faria. A soft man with eyes, but hard to read thoughts from those eyes. The voice is not young, but it can be called a young man in his twenties himself. With a neat face, enough to know why a woman wouldn't leave you alone even if her personality was slightly twisted.

It would be a pair of wings that grew on his back as his characteristic. Dark wings stretching out of his back envelop him so that he covers his upper body. Of course, it's not like he's an alien creature. It's a subpoena. It is named Ravensfeather. That was who the black outfit was.

"... so what the hell is it for? Quol-Ethen"

"You remember your name, more importantly. I was just wondering what I would do if I was forgotten. In fact, for your life, we'd be like roadside stones."

"It's a bad habit to grumble, Quor"

"Really? But I think it's a reasonable place. You are destined to go from birth into the radiant light. We're just shaders."

"I wonder if you're here to be sarcastic."

I was lucky to be able to handle it calmly. Don't let the expression get too harsh. Extremely normal voice, able to handle it correctly. If you don't push it away, you don't get grumpy. If I didn't have to, I didn't have a reason.

There is frustration.

The feeling that the long war had ended and that he had finally returned to his peaceful routine had blown away with one of his glances. An unpleasant emotion. But there's as much reason as there is to be able to push and kill it. That's all salvation, Faria thought. I just sprinkled it on him here, and I know it won't solve anything.

"No way. I came here to tell you something more important"

"I guess. Otherwise, Lyohan wouldn't have used you."

As Faria poked at the core, he smiled.

"It's overrated."

"Was it a lie to say that the use of" vampire ”Quol-Ethen required permission from the Mountain Protection Conference?"

"... yes, I flew all the way here to tell you about the decision of that mountain protection meeting."

That said, he showed his wings gently spread out. A gust of wind swept through Faria's dress. I wonder, the quor that should have been in front of me is scratching out. Looking back, his figure was on the rear Demon Crystal lamp.

The figure of Quor, nestled on a demonic crystal lamp provided for the stone pillar, is demonized.

"Faria Belfaria-Aslalia. Today, I ask you to leave the mission of the devil Azmaria-Altemax crusade."

And the words his mouth had been spinning were like the Proclamation of the Reaper.