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

"Nevertheless, it is unclear whether Ur can rule the Demon King. She said she had never tried to exercise her powers on the same subject."

"I don't know if an alien acts on an alien..."

Crushing, I felt that Setsuna could understand Ur's mood a little. They must not have wanted to hurt each other. You must have had a sense of fellowship, and you didn't want to dominate the spirit of that other person.

"It will work. Ur can't recognize Arya because Arya's alien powers are acting on Ur as well. For some reason, it doesn't seem to work on you.... Why?

"I don't know. That's not true."

Leongand's eyes were as if he were even trying to find a possibility in Setsuna, something that was never comfortable. Maybe I'm trying, maybe I'm just wondering. It's only a wonder for Setsuna herself.

Apparently, it was shortly after Setuna was summoned to this world that she spotted Aryan's incompetence. Setuna herself doesn't remember very well, but she was among the group evacuating from Karan to Krebourg in the midst of a major fire. It seems that Setsuna was the only one who found Aryan existence and surprised Aryan, but Setsuna didn't do anything special. I've just been summoned. It's a time when I didn't know the right or the left, and I didn't even understand how to use the spear.

Considering the difference between myself and others that way, there was only one thing I could come up with.

"Maybe it's affecting that I've been summoned from another world..."

"Neither can the Imperial Demon, the existence of another world, recognize her. Neither did Quon-Kamiya, he said, be able to discern her abilities. You're the only one special."

"I'm the only one... special"

Setuna was flabbergasted by the strangeness of the rebellious words. I never thought I was special or anything. Born into a common family, he's just one person who seems to be everywhere. Though I lost my father early, that can't be special.

"... well, that's good. You're special because it didn't start right now."

Leongand smiled, but it was a word I couldn't convince Setsuna. Or so I don't even want to twist Leongand's opinion. If that's what Leongand recognizes, he thinks that's fine. It's not what others think and what they think.

It's natural.

"Let's get back to Ur. Even if Ur's powers act on the Demon King, it's a different question of whether he can rule."

Leongand, having prefaced himself with that, gave us a detailed explanation of Ur's incompetence.

Ur's ability to dominate can place up to ten humans under control at the same time, but that doesn't always mean he can dominate ten. If you think there are ten threads, some people can manipulate with one thread, others need two or three. Cain-Vivre apparently needed six threads to fully dominate, which meant he was so intensely self-possessed.

"The Demon King may not be able to rule even with ten threads"

They rule and serve so many Imperial Demons. Ur's assumption that self-strength may not be Cain's ratio was understandable.

"And one more thing, I have a problem. If you try to use more than four threads of dominance, you'll have to untie Cain."

"As far as I can tell, you will."

"He's a tremendously intense self-possessor, and if he loosens a bottle, he's going to get his original self back."

"Original Cain...... Lancaine-Bunell"

Flaming memories come back to life. A man who laughs in a burning city sees Setuna with his mad eyes. First death fight. In fact, he's dying, so he's definitely in a death fight. Setsuna was burned down by Lancaine's flames. At that time, I felt the heat lingering in the depths of my body.

"Then he must strip Gandia of his fangs. He may try to kill me first. I've been tormenting you. It's not hard to imagine him trying to hit hate"

Unexpectedly, Leongand's eyes shone a chilling light.

"Then you must kill him."

Leongand's voice was terribly calm and calm.

I smelled it.

The sound of footwear stepping on cobblestones that had been heard since before was interrupted, only the smell of a woman, tickling her nasal cavity.

"You could die."

Failing to understand the meaning of the words the woman whispered in her ear, Cain opened her lid. The swelling of a woman's chest jumps into her sight. Black outfit chest like a mourning. She appears to be standing in front of Cain, sitting up against the wall, folding her hips and leaning her face against her ear.

"I thought you and your majesty were calling me."

Crushing, the woman's fine arms tangled around Cain's neck. Cain thought it was a good idea, but he didn't say anything. In this case, it's best to make her do what she wants. Otherwise, you will be forced to obey.

"I'm done talking to you. I have something important to tell you. That's not why I was looking for you."

"You need to find me."

Cain looked overhead. The blue sky is far away. The seeping blue and the whiteness of the clouds coloring it were so painful to my eyes. Outdoors in the middle of winter. The freezing cold surrounds Cain's entire body, but he didn't even care. It's not because you're wearing thick clothes, it's a simpler reason.

The hustle and bustle are no better than the cold.

Fort Waydrid is overflowing with one. Most of them are military personnel. Filled with soldiers, officers, mercenaries, and armed summoners from this country, not neighboring countries. The residents of Fort Waydrid must be frightened by the war and will be stunned before the fact that they are forced to live sleepless days. Fort Waydrid fell. We just have to give up that it won't be ravaged.

The armies of seven countries meet together: Gandia, Lucion, Gibelle, Abad, Isica, Meredo and Berel. It was also natural for the whole fort to be noisy. Still, he asked for tranquility because he was feverish.

Since the beginning of the war, fighting instincts have been lit. You can say it stays lit. Even while asleep, she was in a state of battle and often bought her discomfort because of it. Witches, I suppose, want to sleep gracefully.

"I do."

A woman sat down between Cain's broken legs. Naturally, her face sinks into Cain's chest and stays calm.

"I do. I'm sure."

She was nothing more than that. I just buried my face in Cain's chest and stood still.

He stroked her as usual when he put his hand on her head. I know that doing so will calm her mind.

The witch's heart is beginning to understand.

And the witch seems to be beginning to understand the mind of the demon dragon.

I wanted to laugh it off.

(I wonder what I'm doing)

When did you dream?

I followed my brother's blue-smelling dreams and defiled my hands. It's been since I left Dinobot Cave.

(Speaking of which... Was it this weather then too)

Waiting for him to be sent out of the Dinobot Cave for excellence in his grades was a reunion and an invitation with his real brother, El Abel-Bunel. El Abel was about to revolutionize Zalwarn. We've been waiting for Lancaine to return to the ground as we prepare to do so.

The Burnell family was positioned at the end of the Pendragon clan. The Pendragon clan is the ruling class of Zalwarn, which consists of five lineages: Vlidia, Ryburn, Fabruneia, Revien and Bewnell. The owners of the five families were supposed to be Zalwarn's kingdoms around, but the Beaunels were the lowest of the Pendragon clans and the least number of times they took charge of the kingdoms.

As it stands, the House of Beaunel may no longer be in a position. The sense of crisis that El Abel had would have been so far away without hitting it. Because Mirelbas-Ryburn was looking to abolish the Pendragon family as a privileged class in the future.

Mirrelbus' dream was smashed by Gandhia.

El Abel's dream is to Mirel Bus.

(Everyone dreams and loses sight of the reality in front of them)

Well, I didn't even know why I thought that.

Hearing the witch's sleep, Cain closed his eyes. If you fill her smell, you can dream.

Sweet dreams.