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

"Gilbert-Hardy!

Setsuna screamed their name unconsciously, perhaps because she couldn't have done it otherwise.

The action taken by Mion's assault generals, who had integrated with military horses to run around the battlefield and had taken numerous soldiers, when they realized the intensity of their defeat, was an assault on Setuna. The divinity of the Horse and Man is what he is known for his two names: the Assault General, and Setsuna, who has narrowed his eyes to its awesomeness.

He and his military horses will not stop walking in the heavy rain that falls. Gilbert holds a machete with both hands, called the Horse Knife. I'm not manipulating the reins. So I guess they call it a whole human horse. The horse is moving as he breathes. The horse was as if it were his foot itself, Gilbert, one of whom was the upper body of a half a horse.

The distance is no more than fifty meters.

A large amount of rainwater falls from the machete on the upper stage.

"Setuna Zenon-Kamiya!

I heard Gilbert's anger. From the rear of Setuna, numerous arrows are released and killed by Gilbert. There was no more offering to him, and the goal of his own archers was to be narrowed down to one of him. Countless arrows through the rain, but never shot through Gilbert. Gilbert kicked the horse's belly. There was so much acceleration that I could see his figure scratched out. Fifty meter intervals shrink in an instant. In front of him, Gilbert appeared across the military horse.

"Fight!"

The machete flashes with the scream. but it was void that the machete cleaved, and Setuna was hollow then. He was kicking the ground and jumping up. Setuna's gaze will be exactly the same as Gilbert's. Gilbert's gaze flows this way from the ground. Stunning is for a moment. It's so sweet to have to understand everything.

(Why those eyes!

Setuna swung the black spear she was wielding into one letter in a strange frustration. The tip of the chaos bringer amputates Gilbert's upper body with each arm. I am not surprised by the fact that my armor is easily torn apart. The horse hissed after Setuna landed and Gilbert's torso fell to the ground. The dirt sand rose.

The horse left Setuna with Gilbert-Hardy's lower body on. I thought, I heard a scream. Looked like an archer shot me. Maybe he misidentified Gilbert as manipulating the horse, or not, and maybe he was releasing an arrow the moment Setuna and Gilbert staggered.

Either way, I felt like I even killed something I didn't have to kill, and Setsuna shook her head. The hood was off and the heavy rain was wetting my hair and face. The momentum of the rain will not wash away the blood returning. Maybe that's all I'm thankful for.

If you're grateful.

Setuna couldn't hide her anger at the addition or subtraction of her idiocy. Under this circumstance, are you an irremediable idiot, such as worrying about returning blood? Thinking about it now is something else.

I also thought so, but it was also true that I felt heavy to think about something else. He gives in on the spot and turns to the carcass, which is the ultimate cause of the weight of his mind. Gilbert-Hardy's upper body. Naturally, I'm desperate, but I'm somewhere satisfied with that look.

"Why are you laughing?"

Setuna snapped with a voice to the extent that it was cancelled by the rain. Gilbert has turned his merciful obsession against Setuna at the moment of his final enlightenment. I couldn't solve that fact. It wasn't the kind of eye I turned to the person trying to kill me. It wasn't the look on the face of what faced my death.

Vain filled Setuna's heart. I wonder why the sense of loss is greater than the sense of victory. What did you lose?

(I don't know you very well. I didn't even get a chance to know. But still, aren't you careless? Will you be happy at the end like this? Can you laugh?)

I do not see why his master, King Isius of Mion, acted in such a way as to antagonize Gandhia. Maybe there was an unstoppable circumstance to stop, or maybe I had to. But if you try to make it something that serves Isius, it won't be a hoarding one. Until yesterday I am on my side and I have to fight the opponent I have relied on. Besides, the winning eye is thin. No, we're forced to fight like none of us have a chance of winning.

It's no surprise that you wanted to escape, and that you can be convinced that Fortress Durham has surrendered early.

Yet Gilbert-Hardy jumped right into the dead. After ravaging the Gandhian army, he even died with a smile on his face.

To Setsuna, it wasn't understandable.

(I wish I knew a little more about you)

Huh, I guess I felt that way because he was on my side for a long time and had a good chance of exchanging words.

Setuna only remembered a mild disappointment in herself that she couldn't even remember his words exchanged at the Royal Palace Supper. Only the things around him fill his brain. That's all there is to it. Even if he remembers to his liver that it shouldn't happen, he can't keep up with his head.

Too much is missing for me.

Setuna vowed to grow further of herself, staring at the remains of General Gilbert.

"Dear Setuna, Ah!

When I turned to the voices I was used to hearing, I saw Ayn-Rajar rushing over. Ain and his men. Running away avoiding corpses and wounded soldiers, you must not seem like a puppy who has found the Lord.

"Are you all right!

"You'll see."

"It's not amazing. That's Setuna."

"What is it?"

"I like that, too"

"... Anyway, looks like you managed to win"

Setuna tried to silence Ein's remarks. With the black spear in my hand, I know that the current situation on the Durham Plains is to be taken. There was no difference between a large number of Gandian casualties and the fact that they were victorious. The survival of enemy forces is extremely low. Less than a hundred survivors had indicated their intention to surrender and the battle did not seem to last any longer.

Ein bent in front of Setuna. I wonder what he thinks when he sees Gilbert-Hardy's remains. In the eyes of a tactician, how does it look?

"General Gilbert... I've lost a spare person"

"It was an enemy. I have no choice."

"Yeah. I don't have a choice. I've come up against you as an enemy. I just had to knock him out."

"Yeah."

Setuna had heard his men order the soldiers to dispose of the General's carcass, nodding at Ein's words. Even Setuna thought he was someone to be generously buried.

"But you're my fault, this is"

"What is it?

"Hmm... if I'd known earlier, I wouldn't have done so much damage."

The number of deaths on Gandia's side has not yet been revealed, but more than three hundred will have died. That's what seriously injured people are like when you count them down. That tells the story of the awesomeness of the Myon Cavalry, as well as the fatal delay in this one's reaction.

"That's true, though. But it's not Master Setsuna's fault."

Ein said so, but to Setuna, that was unlikely to be possible. It is an unquestionable fact that I would have noticed Gilbert's approach sooner if I had summoned the black spear. Of course, it's not a realistic story to summon all the way through the march.

"This one could win. That's fine. I was able to destroy Mion's main force. There will no longer be anything left in Myon Lion that can be called a force of war"

"Without the back shield of Kruselk."

With Miliu doing such a good thing, he stretched out to Setuna, who had succumbed. Setuna was about to be crushed in jeopardy, but she manages to endure it and stands up slowly. Then I sent back the black spear. It's dangerous to have a blade in front of Miliu.

"Even if the Imperial Devil was lurking in Myon Lion, we have the Lion's Tail."

"You take it easy."

It must have been Falia who crushed it that way. Perhaps what doesn't seem more satisfying is that she has the corresponding pride in the strength of The Lion's Tail.

"It's Gandia's strongest unit, isn't it? You could have defeated Myon's cavalry because you were all there. I wish we hadn't all been in this fight..."

"Sure, if it weren't for us, we might have lost."

Gandhia is a weak soldier.

"I'd better get stronger."

Ain let Lem's spicy words flaunt her shoulders.

As he put it, since the Zalwarn War, which ended in the result of making Gandhian soldiers look weak, the Gandhian army has been serving in the army. The quality of the soldiers should have definitely been higher than at the time of the Zalwarn war. It is the assessment of the warrior that he may lose to the Logner soldiers, but should be stronger to the extent that he does not take the pull from the Zalwarn soldiers.

"They were bad, you know."

"Yes! Exactly!

Ein smiled at Setuna's remarks.