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

Sleep shallow.

The fact that I didn't feel like I slept much aroused suspicion that I wasn't tired, and the suspicion of myself created apathy. And with no power, lurking his breath indoors before dawn, just that accumulated fatigue. Two breathing sounds other than my own, tickling my tympanic membrane, but from time to time, I couldn't even hear it.

(I'm too tired)

Setuna opened her eyes to resist weariness that plagued her whole body. Even the lid was heavy, and it took a lot of effort to open the iron door - which might be too good.

Moving his face, he can see that next to his right is Miliu sleeping in a sleeping dress and next to his left is Rem. The identity of the sleeping breath, but not surprising. It's been a long time since you two started sneaking into Setuna's bedroom. I was used to these situations as well.

(I guess a man should be happy with the situation)

There was no way he could feel that way, and when he retreated Miliu's hand, which was put on his chest, he woke up quietly. Then he gently leaves the bed to avoid waking the two of them up and heads to the window. It's the skies before dawn that peek through the windows of the quarters. In a clear sky, not a single cloud is swimming. The darkness, but the excitement that the night will soon dawn, envelops the sky.

January 26th.

Since Fort Waydrid fell into the hands of the coalition, is it a half-day place?

Just ten days have passed since the war. Yet Setuna, instead of recovering, was while fatigue accumulated. I'm not always fighting. I'm not always summoning black spears. You have a chance to rest, and you should probably be given more than other troops, other generals.

Coalition forces rate Setuna as their greatest power. Setsuna was the one who defeated the Imperial Demon most in the war, and it was Setsuna who contributed most to the triumph of the three armies. Setsuna is just going to do the best she can, but she also knows why she'll be appreciated. And you can't be happy to be appreciated.

It was not painful, though there are some thoughts that we have to continue the battle with no disgust in its assessment. Because it leads to a willingness to fight.

It's hard to fight through without a goal.

(Goal… Dream… Want…)

Opening the window, cooler than expected stroked Setuna's face. I expected drowsiness to blow up, but it didn't. When the item drips, the inn's backyard jumps into view. It was a murderous space, nothing in particular, but there was someone there who looked familiar. I can tell by the blue hair. Faria.

(What are you doing early this morning...)

Setuna, wondering, took a closer look at how she was, convinced. She had a bow toward her back yard. She is not a bow user, but her summoning armed Aurora Storm is a range weapon. Training in bowing must not have been in vain.

He had a beautiful attitude. Standing upright, with a bow. Squeeze the arrows, target them and release them. The arrow pierced the target, the sound showed.

The Inn is a stone building in the central section of the fort, the corner room on its third floor being the room of Setuna. The back yard was well seen through the window. It was just a little too far to speak, but even if it was close, I wouldn't have called. I didn't want to interrupt.

Setuna watched as Phalia stared at the arrows, blurry. Until the morning sun illuminates the backyard and she can use the arrows she has prepared, never tire of it.

Fort Waydrid is one of Kruselk's military bases. Crusale, it was also an important base following the Xenokis fortress, but not all military personnel lived there. Some family members belong to regular army units named the Golden Wars Axes, while other army officials and their families also live there. Other than that, a wide variety of people live in the fort. Until the war began, they were allowed to continue to live in peace, and not a few residents publicly condemned the coalition that controlled the fort. Some of them tried to sue with force, but such a runoff of procedures had been stopped by Kruselk's regular soldiers at all costs.

Gandhia, okay. There is a precedent in cities dominated by wars such as Logner, Zalwarn, where soldiers have been firmly forbidden to go into acts such as looting and robbery, and severely punished for what they have broken. It was known to neighbouring countries that the Gandhian military code was harsh. Whatever the circumstances, there should be no Gandhian military personnel raising their hands against the inhabitants of the invasion.

But Gandhian forces were not the only ones to make up the coalition. Fort Waydrid is now filled with generals from four countries: Gandhia, Lucion, Berel and Gibelle, even mercenaries of a desolate range and unidentified armed summoners.

It seemed like the idea of the Golden Wars Axes that if we bought the anger of the Gibbel soldiers in particular, we would not know what would happen. It is a known story that Zibel is a neighbor of Kruselk and has had bad feelings for Kruselk since before the advent of the Demon King.

No matter how Gandhia is being festived as Allied leader, he will not be able to even export it to the military statutes of other countries.

Besides, the soldiers of the Golden Wars Axes seem to expect the Allied forces to release Kruselk from the reign of the Demon King.

"Without the Demon King, without the Imperial Demon, you can leave the city and walk around freely?

"It's like a dream..."

"It's been a bad dream."

"Dream, I hope you wake up..."

The conversation between the soldier and his wife in the morning is still in my ear.

'For that, the Allied forces need to win. Even if the country of Kruselk is gone, it is far better than under the rule of the Demon King'

The soldier threw up.

According to the information, the Demon King has laid down good governance in Kruselk and has received a lot of support from the people, but the reality is apparently different.

(Well, I guess)

Setuna looked at the woman's smile in front of her, still blunt thinking. We all had no idea why the red-haired woman was laughing, but as such, consider the soldier's mood. No matter how the Demon King lays down good governance and breaks bones to make people's lives better, the presence of the Imperial Demon is ruining everything.

The Imperial Devil is the natural enemy of mankind. The cause that has lasted for five hundred years is probably the memory carved out at the genetic level, that no human being born and raised on this continent can accept the Imperial Devil, nor does the Imperial Devil try to understand man. We've been killing each other for hundreds of years. It can't be possible, for example, to deepen mutual understanding.

Perhaps that can be said of this small group of countries.

(About five hundred years... countless nations have been skirmishing...)

Gandhia, Logner, Zalwarn, Lucion, Mion, Zibel, Berel, Azark, Abard...... Even if you just know it, there are countless names of countries springing up. Most of those small countries do not seem to have five hundred years of history, but they are at least a hundred years old but many. The story is that the group of small states was able to be formed as a group of small states because the three major forces took shape early on, but still seems to be a century-by-century story. I can't help but think that those three forces are also odd.

Vashtalia, the Zaion Empire, and the Holy Deal Kingdom - the three forces were founded almost at the same time, and when the land was brought into its present form, it stopped performing outings as if they had shown each other. The silence of the three major forces led to the establishment of a special situation: a group of small nations, and the passage of time.

Until five hundred and one years of continental history, the situation in the group of small nations seems to have changed little. Of course, there have been countless changes to that extent, such as Logner's attack on Bulser Fortress in Gandia and the territory surrounding the Fortress as ours.

(There was a dramatic change from around Gandhia sipping the logner)

The era that was ending in a skirmish marked the end. It is fair to say that a small group of nations has entered exactly the warring world. Various countries began to strengthen their national capacities and embark on territorial expansion.

(Your Majesty has moved on, I guess)

Setsuna frowned at the thinness of the flavor of breakfast, thinking of my master. The woman in the opposite seat made her expression strong, but she didn't even know why.

"Setsuna...... what's wrong with you? Did you hate me?

With her crying voice, she returns to me.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because."

The red-haired woman was Miliu-Libaien, and it was the big dining room in the dormitory where Setsuna was. Next door was Faria sitting down, and Miliu, who had been deprived of her designated seat, seemed patient by sitting face to face with him. Rem seems to be looking at Setsuna from the back table. Ruufa was at a table for two with Emil, and Maria-Skole was not in the quarters.

"Setsuna looks bored. Ah."

"... the soup tastes thin."

"Really? I think it's pretty thick."

"Seriously?"

When I saw Faria, she looked more like a surprise.

Fort Waydrid morning was surrounded by peaceful air that way.