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

"Today is five hundred and one continental calendar, December 31, my lord"

"Five hundred and one years is almost over, is it?"

Setuna hammered him appropriately against Rem, who had spoken of the matter. The 31st of December is about to end in a few hours. It wasn't like being told again.

It was during the day yesterday that we arrived in Enjour, and more than a day had passed since. Setuna, while still a collar uncle, did not do anything like a collar uncle, but believed that his deputy, Gordon-Fenec, had handled it well. In fact, a report from Rem shows that Gordon has a good reputation.

Rem, rather than being an escort, seems to be able to become a dedicated servant of Setuna, who also gathered information for Setuna. The good reputation of Mr. and Mrs. Fenek within Enjour seems to be so unbelievable that it could be directed at the Zalwarns that Gordon's amazing manipulation of the people could even be understood by Setuna.

The Logners abhor the Zalwarns because Zalwarn ruled the Logners and because the rule by Zalwarn was the closest thing to the worst. And the fact that it was Nares-Ragnahorn who directed it that way would only be known to those involved in the depths of Gandhia. Setsuna heard it from Ruufa, not from Nares himself.

Gordon, who is sweating every day standing on top of those Zalwarn-hating Logners, was also visiting Setuna this morning to say hello. Even though it was unnecessary, he didn't listen.

The governor has been entrusted by the Gandhian government with the management of the city and region, and it can be said that his position is no less than that of the collar uncle, but Gordon insisted that he must take more courtesies from his subordinates than he was entrusted with the territory by Setuna. His seriousness is enough to make even his secretary laugh, but that seriousness may have become an acceptable ground for the inhabitants of Enjour.

Gordon, who visited me this morning to greet him, introduced his wife, Sheena-Feneck, to Setuna. She was a blissful woman and the atmosphere looked a lot like Gordon's.

"Couples are a lot alike, but they really are."

"Do I look like Setuna, too?"

When did you get married?

Setsuna was not even willing to pinch her mouth in response to the triplets' reaction to the governor and his wife. It could be a snake.

"For your husband, five hundred and one years was a leap year. I don't know which horsebone it was, but I do know that you named it after the Battle of the Balsar Plains."

"... can't you handle that tone?

Setuna half-eyed at Rem, who was going to behave like a servant. It's been that tone ever since she spoke about Setuna's escort assignment, and I've been poking around multiple times, but I haven't had a listened to try.

"What, is it also a problem?

"No, I don't."

"If not, why not?"

"... that's true."

If you say so, I have to convince you even if you don't accept. In fact, there was no problem. Deaf ear, neither. Her voice is more uplifting than it was on the Reaper, but it was easier to hear because the voice of the Reaper was never high pitched.

Setuna watched Rem clean up on the table as she dropped her shoulders and sighed.

Naturally, in the hall of the "Moon of Fire" pavilion, servants are handed out, waiting for the orders of the Setunas now or now, but since Lem took the initiative to clean up the dinner dishes and so forth, and Faria and Miliu would confront her, the servants had little turn. Rem even tried to bring the food from the kitchen, but the servants refused to do everything in their power. I guess they are desperate to protect their work too.

That's why I don't see Faria and Miliu. The two are carrying dishes to the kitchen, which is out of place with Rem.

"Which Horsebone......"

"Shall we? We haven't even heard of Setuna-Kamiya's armed summoner smoking in Gandhia."

"Right, Lem doesn't know. Normally, yeah."

"Naturally. I am not an enthusiastic believer in your husband. I don't even want to know your husband's previous history."

Rem has told me with a firm face. It is also the usual thing to say that it contains a thorn.

"Something's spicy, dude."

"If you don't like it, say so. I will do as your husband says."

"Fine, I'm sick."

"Terrible!"

"Which one?"

Setuna wanted to hold her head to the look of Rem covering her face with both hands by putting the dishes she was about to clean up back on the table. And Miliu, who ran into the hall, sat in the seat next to Setuna and peered into this one's face.

"What? What? What are you talking about?

"Even if you don't panic so much, Setuna says you won't run..."

It was Faria who came into the hall crushing like she was tired somewhere. This will have brought the whole line of Uncle Lian together. The lobby of the rented out Hot Springs Inn is, naturally, blank and even lonely, but it can't be helped. There are only four of them.

"About your husband's previous history."

"Preliminary history?... Oh"

Falia was the first to react to Rem's remarks. She was one of the few to know that Setuna was a different world. Then, Miliu slipped away from his chest with joy.

"Hmm, right, you don't know, you"

"Why are you so proud of yourself? Of course you don't."

"That's right. If you knew more about your husband than you did, it would be in your honor."

Rem chilled back, but the look seeped somewhere like remorse. To observe from her usual words and deeds, for her, who doesn't feel comfortable with Miloo, maybe she doesn't care that Miloo beats her pride. I could even hear the toothpick, it was such a side.

"Will that happen?

"Come on?"

"Hehe... I feel good! I know Setsuna best! That's, ahem..."

Miliu made a weird voice because Setsuna stepped straight away from the chair with the arm she had been trying to turn around her neck. Setuna was able to read the signs that she was going to tangle her arms. As long as I knew that, it was easy to escape. It's not that I don't like being entwined by Miliu.

Miliu looks at this one with sad eyes, but Setsuna, waved her gaze and reached for the dishes. I can't even take a break from not cleaning up.

"Ma, it's not a lie that Miliu knows me best. I guess you know more than I do."

"What do you mean?

Rem asked, very naturally, but the naturalness seemed unnatural to Setuna.

"You think I'm gonna teach you that?

"Oh, I just want to know about your husband."

"Who is it that you don't even think about knowing?

"Is that okay?

"I went. And I guess that's what you mean, Rem. Zibel's Reaper. Reaper No."

When told, Rem grinned and grabbed the dish Setuna had in his hand, forcefully taking it away. Behind the appearance of a girl, its power slightly outweighs that of Setuna. Superhuman power, I can't say enough. Setuna's muscle strength is finally lined up with common soldiers.

"I am Rem Wau-Marlow. Don't call me the Reaper or anything. Otherwise, I won't be able to love your husband."

Rem's pitch-black eyes, just looking, are about to suck in anything. Darkness. Desperate darkness, there it is. Deep, dark, heavy.

(Enemies... enemies)

Setuna rebuffed the words in her dreams, staring into her desperate eyes. Black dragon words. I remember now. Enemies. Enemies of black spears, bearing the name of despair. That is, the enemies of Setuna.

Enemies to defeat.

(Is that you?

I ask in my chest, but the girl in front of me remains smiling. You can't even tell what you're thinking.

(Or your true lord?

Craig Zem-Midnas.

Reaper Zero.

Is that man in the black mask the enemy of the black spear?