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

"You like Quor, little Faria."

It was about the night of February 1st that Malik-Majik spoke up.

It was after the meeting of the armed summoners and a tactical reunion took place with the Allied military teacher Nares-Ragnahorn. Malik's colleagues from the four heavenly samurai were on a wall expansion mission and probably had plenty of time. Otherwise, he shouldn't have talked to him who was less involved with the Four Great Heavenly Samurai. Even when we met face to face in Lyohan, it was a pattern to the point of exchanging greetings.

"Yes, all of a sudden, dude"

"... it's easy to understand."

Malik's colorful eyes seemed to pierce Quor's heart.

A room in the building used as an inn by the armed summoners of Lyohan. Fortunately, Faria-Baldish was in a separate room, and the Four Great Heavenly Samurais are on a mission. I didn't have to worry about anyone asking. To Faria Belfaria-Aslalia, either.

"I haven't hidden anything from you, and I don't care if they find out... if they say that all of a sudden, you won't have to be surprised."

Quor looked bitter. Hi, I didn't like dealing with Malik-Majik. Instead, it would be as good as the Great Summoner of Faria-Valdish not to bitter him. Genius among the youngest and promoted to the four heavenly samurai has no sign of trying to understand the mood of others. If you ask about it, you can't fully understand others, so it's useless to just try to understand. And then something like that, though I stopped trying to understand him, that didn't mean I'd lose my bad consciousness. And it was that bad feeling that made Quor one of the causes of estranging the four great heavenly samurai.

Four heavenly servants. I'm talking about the highest armed summoner in Lyohan. Lyohan names a self-defense organization consisting of armed summoners as the Guardian Peak Samurai. Mountain Protection Conference, which oversees the operation of Lyohan, and the Guardian Peak Samurai, which oversees the defence of Lyohan. Politics and military. In contrast, the four great heavenly samurai are treated as distinct beings. Being under the control of Lyohan's goddess of war, Fariah-Baldish, and presiding over Lyohan's guardianship. That was the four great heavenly samurai.

Only four of the many armed summoners present in Lyohan will be promoted to the four great heavenly samurai, whose gates are too narrow. It wasn't something I wanted to be, and I couldn't be chosen without talent and strength. You can see from Malik-Majik that personality is underestimated for promotional reasons. Your strength as an armed summoner is paramount. Only then can we deny Malik-Majik's promotion to the four great heavenly samurai.

"So, what's wrong with that?

"You should give up."

I didn't know if the moonlight plugging through the window was showing Malik's expression frozen or if he was looking at this one with that look on his face. Probably the former. He is the kind of person who steps into the minds of others with his earthly feet, but he has no other intention. No malice, and I don't even realize that I'm hurting you because of it.

"Is that so? You don't have to bother."

(I've noticed a long time ago that I don't have a pulse.)

Quor wanted to scream, but the voice was a quiet one. Screaming won't sound anything to him. On the contrary, you might ask me why I screamed. That was depressing to just think about.

"Was it Setuna? I saw his memory. I was forced to use chaos bringers, so I started refluxing."

It's a reflux phenomenon.

"I managed to push it back, though."

Most of what Malik says without incident is impossible for an armed summoner in general. He calls and serves seven subpoenas flat, but that's what he can do because he's special. Faria-Valdish admits to being a genius, specially made, etc., would be about him later and earlier.

"What's wrong with that?

"There were many memories of him with little Faria. Quor didn't seem to have a gap in it. Little Faria, something that looked very happy."

Malik's answer wasn't anything beyond Quor's imagination, but it still seems to shock him when put into words. The reply I sent was plundering.

"Right."

"My advice as a friend."

"Ha."

Quor wanted to laugh off.

(Friend? You?

I didn't put it in words.

If you let it out, you lose.

You will have lost to him.

It may be a casual assumption, but he thought so.

"For little Faria, stop thinking about it."

(Extra help)

Throw it away in your chest and lift your hips out of the chair.

"Where to -"

You're going? I know you've asked, but Quor didn't answer anything just with his hands up lightly.

I left the inn and walked for no purpose. The light of the demonic crystal lamps installed throughout the fort makes Waydrid's night strangely bright. Sometimes I ran into soldiers on sentry, but no one ever spoke to him.

Lyohan's outfit as an armed summoner caught the eye anyway.

(If Faria's happy, that's fine)

I realize I'm crushing it to tell you, and I bite my teeth.

We've known each other a long time.

Ever since we were kids, I've been watching her side, not from the front, but from the side, except because we were embarrassed to stare at each other properly. She herself is always unyielding and not a billionaire to stare at each other directly in the face. He answered well if I spoke to him, and he rode me on any topic.

It was light.

For the dramatic Quor, she was the only light to illuminate herself.

Memories of childhood.

Now it's sinking on the other side of the fantasy. I will never surface again. Because you can't take back the lost past.

Time will not return.

All we can do is move on...

- I saw the light.

Quor told me as I swirled rapidly.

"A long time ago. Maybe it was before Setuna was born."

I knew it wasn't if I was listening to memorabilia, but Setsuna could only listen to him. Quor is definitely approaching his destination. His wings continue to fly without rest, just because of the awesome barrage that keeps him close.

"The light, soft, warm, calm... enveloped and guided my cold heart"

Light bullets plundered the wings. That's all the wings blow the fire and he groans in pain. It's just looting, and it's sending a powerful shock. Still, he won't stop flying.

"The light, gradually strong, intense, increased its brilliance. I was happy to see that light grow."

The attack of the giant ghost increases its harshness. But it's monotonous. The inability to shoot him down may have invited him upside down. If driven by anger, it seemed like it had to be a monotonous attack, no matter how godly it was in the other world. And if it's a monotonous attack, it's not hard to avoid no matter how harsh it is. Quor weaves acceleration and deceleration, up and down movement and rotation, while brilliantly engaging a barrage of stormy light bullets.

"It must have been huge to have been on your side. I'm glad that's all."

Both burning wings and foot injuries fly away, as if not by will.

"So if her happiness is on your side, that's fine"

The giant ghost lifted the remaining two arms. The photosphere increased to four and the density of the barrage increased.

"I'll be your wing and protect her happiness"

Quor slammed the atmosphere at Ravensfeather, flipping, accelerating sharply toward heaven. The seeping Ether was showing an infinite spread. Light bullets loom from behind. I can see the giant ghost obsessively aiming. Setuna doesn't know what drives a giant ghost that far. But if this is what the military teacher is after, it just means that things are carried as you wish.

It reached high altitude and I could see my whole body getting cold, but I didn't understand why Quor gave up approaching the giant ghost and jumped up in the air. Although the density of the barrage will diminish if you leave the giant ghost, that can't even make the giant ghost give up its attack. Light flare storms are mixed with rays and serpentine lights. There were even rays tracking Quor, and a wide variety of means of attack had no choice but to wrap their tongues around them. And I also marvel at Quor, who avoids its exhaustion.

Unexpectedly, Quor slowed down his flight speed. A band of light passes in front of him. That's not all. A huge number of light bullets penetrated around Quor and Setuna. I am so dazzled by the amount of light that I would illuminate that I might have been drunk by the running of light.

"Approaching in a straight line from Waydrid was impossible even with Ravensfeather's super acceleration. The closer we get, the thicker the barrage gets. Even the sewing gap is gone."

"Mr. Quor?

"But adding to the fall rate, Ravens Feather's super acceleration reaches its limit. The instant of attacks and attacks launched by giant ghosts, with extreme super acceleration, will get you to your goal. And then it's your job."

Quor showed his side.

In the eyes where determination dwelt, the light of the giant ghost reflected.