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

"We won the finals, Lug-Rhodin. What a kick, win!"

"Legion leader...... be a little more careful what you say"

Nina-Sentol's concern for the surrounding gaze was not caused solely by Dorca-Form's remarks. The place was the place. Setuna was unlucky enough to run into Dorka because it was a passage from the holding room to Nebu, and the passage was a waste of time at a party in the match before you. In the meantime, Setsuna was also drained of her fat liver because it was something she had not whispered in her ear, but had very normally spoken of that, and there was no doubt that the phalia that had followed her from the holding room had also been fed.

The guards of the Royal Palace Guard, as well as the officials in the previous game, also looked like they were having trouble deciding whether to ask or pretend not to.

"It's all right, it's all right, who told you? Uncle Lian will protect you. That's right."

Though he was forcefully asked to consent, Setuna was not sure how to react.

"Was Mr. Dorka such a one?

"Huh? What are you saying? I've been like this since the beginning."

"No... more like he was the one with the heat inside"

"Huh, what do you say, is that so? Rest assured. I still have a passion in my chest that I want to burn."

"Not at all, is it?"

Setsuna had no idea what a person named Dorka meant and was on his way. Speaking of Dorka-Form, he was a realistic sarcastic, and should have also had the ambitious side of using Setuna to get up. At least, in Setuna's memory, he wasn't the one who would say this.

"Don't worry, Setsuna will win."

Dorka nodded, naturally, as Miliu rode himself out of Setuna's back and told him.

"Right, yeah. It is so decided. Okay, so we're here for you in the audience."

"I am so sorry that the Legion Leader worked disrespectfully"

As Dorka headed between Sora and Nebu, Nina, who was left alone, bowed her head deeply to Setuna, then followed Dorka.

"Ah... what the hell"

Setuna was confused by the fact that Dorka, who had just left, quickly disappeared from her sight. Miliu crushes me, including a little anger.

"True, disrespectful guy."

"You weren't like the Dorka Corps Commander."

"He was a very light man from the beginning."

"Was I?

"Not for me."

To Ruufa's question, Miliu put in the no that it was subjective. If you try it on her, who was a prisoner of the Zalwarne army, it would also be natural to have a bad impression of the Dorca. Even if I tried Dorka, I shouldn't have thought about making a better impression on the prisoners who killed so many allies. At the time of his captivity, he never thought of Miliu as such a comforting companion. Now is the time for Miliu to be present, but Miliu at the time of his captivity was only an enemy.

Enemies and enemies. It's only natural to have a bad impression.

I go down the aisle with that in mind. I was inspired by them when I broke up with the Millews heading to the audience. Then it's the final.

"They seem strong, and don't just get hurt."

"Right. If you get hurt in a place like this, it won't show."

"There's no shame in losing."

"Yeah, well, we lost."

"My lord, I hope I'm not hurt either."

"Why, gentlemen, is it a prerequisite to lose? Wishing you luck, Master Setsuna."

"Good luck, brother!

As she was about to cry that Emil and Elina were the only ones who gave her decent support, Setuna, dropped them off, and herself walked down the aisle. I know a lot about the strength of the lug. I know, but it definitely seemed stronger. Setuna is not the only one who grows. It's natural. Everyone builds themselves up every day. Strong opponents are working out even more. It's normal that we can't catch up.

But Setuna has won three games, until now. Nina-Sentol, Laksas Zanaf-Bargazar, Barrett-Weismoon. Three were three, far stronger combatants than Setuna at the beginning of the summons. It was strange that I could win. It's not Maria's word, but she took it for granted to lose.

"Master Setsuna, you've been talking to the Dorka guy."

It was Grad-Clyde who suddenly spoke to me.

"Mr. Grad. Yes, but... Mr. Dorka, what's wrong?

"Oh, still..."

Grad looked sinister. Something seemed to come to mind.

"Dorka guy, things have been going wrong since last night, so I thought you might have bothered Master Setuna... apparently you were right"

"I can't believe it's annoying, that's not true. I was just blown away, and I thought it wasn't like Mr. Dorka."

"... you simply don't care that I'm defeated"

Grad's troubled face didn't look like it was toward his coworkers, but something that parents felt distressed by their children's responses. Maybe not only because Grad and Dorka are as old apart as their parents and children, but also because their relationship is like that of their parents and children. Setuna also knows that Dorka is nostalgic for Grad.

"To Luig?

"Probably. Lord Luig is the one who made his name in the Logner War. There may be something unacceptable about Dorka, the biological Logner."

"Then what happens to me?

When Setuna asked, Grad looked a little surprised. Setuna was also glad to say that it was only in the Logner War that she made her name. The battle of the Balsar Plains before it is also a clash with the Logners, who have also killed a large number of them there. Unparalleled, such as Luig.

"Master Setuna and I have fought together, and with all the things we've talked about, you're forgiving us."

"I see."

"Please, don't feel bad about him"

"I don't know if I feel bad or not, but to that extent, there's nothing that would change Dorka's rating."

"I was relieved to hear that. Good luck, Setsuna."

Grad gave a gandia-style salute and left before Setuna.

The only person in the aisle that leads to the stage between Nanbu is no longer associated with the match in front of you. The audience would have headed or were on their way to the audience, and participants who had previously lost, like Grad, seemed to watch the finals from the audience.

Remember to be nervous. but my body is light. Thanks to Maria's pressure, the muscle stiffness throughout her body was lifted and there was no obstacle whatsoever in moving her body. This would allow us to maximize our power. I can do my best and finally fight decently - such an opponent awaits me. He swallowed saliva and headed to the stage of the glowing finals at the end of the aisle.

Cheers and applause envelop the stage sleeve setuna.

"There is only one match left to pray for the Queen's birth and safe delivery! Game four, no, it was only the final!

Zephyr-Maldean's august voice echoes the venue. All I can say about the moustache gentleman is that he doesn't look like Zephyr, but I'm pretty sure the winning march followed the board. I'm curious to let Mike have it. Would it look good on you?

(Might suit you)

The lighting suspended from the ceiling illuminates the circular stage. Lighting was a magic crystal lamp, and the enclosure covering the magic crystal lamp converged the light in one direction, illuminating the stage in blue and white.

"Sixteen participants in all! Only two of them were allowed to go on this stage of the finals!

Zephyr speaks up and the audience responds to it. Zephyr's voice was well heard. It was so strung up that I feared he might crush his throat that I could see how hard he was working as a facilitator.

"The unnamed swordsman has accumulated accomplishments on numerous battlefields and finally made it to the stage of his dreams! From the east, Rüg-Rödin!

When Zephyr read it out, Luig went up on stage and there was such a reaction from the audience that the ground swayed. Rüg seemed to have gained visibility in the last two days, even gaining popularity. He is no longer an anonymous swordsman or anything.

"The black spear that appeared like a meteor is no exaggeration, not to mention the symbol of Gandhia! From the west, Setuna-Kamiya!

Setsuna, prompted by Zephyr, headed onstage.

Numerous voices echo in my ears. A trembling reaction between heaven and earth. Looking north, the view of the VIP seats jumps into view. Nage, who had embarked on himself, was waving, and Leongand was watching Setsuna firmly.

For both of us, I want to win.

Setuna clenched her fist and received a wooden sword from the officer. Confront Luig. Just before the start of the game, naturally, it is not the distance reached by the wooden sword. but the other guy's face, he looked good. Rüg-Rödin. His appearance is no different than when he came out of Azark territory. In some cases, the blood color may have improved, but only within the margin of error. Sharp eyes. You won't miss a moment's gap, and you're definitely the one whose slight miscalculation is going to kill you. It has been the same in previous battles with opponents, and we have won by it.

"Now it's your final match, the start of the game!

Zephyr declares, jumping off the stage. Don't let it get in the way of the game.

The audience's voice grows over time.

"Long time no see, Lord Niewe"

"A name I miss."

At one point, I remembered naming him Niewe-Diabras to hide who he was. That name has now become the name of the dog he owns in The Lion's Tail.

"There's no way we're going to fight in a place like this, changing our positions."

"I'm glad you're not an enemy."

"He's an enemy."

"Right."

Luig's wooden sword set his sight. The severed setuna felt cold on her back, seeing her forehead cut slightly and coloring her vision, although she did not make it slightly moving. As I said earlier, it is not a normal distance for a sword to reach.

The sword wind cut my forehead, it seems.

"Let's get started. Weddy."

"Who is it?"

Setuna kicked the ground as she once did.