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

"Who is Setuna-sama's opponent?

"If you look at that blue hair, you'll see. Assistant Captain of the Lion's Tail."

"Oh, you're that famous thunderbolt archer."

Perhaps I began to hear the surrounding talk because I enjoyed the dreamy time of just the two of them and began to have room in my mind. Ballroom in the Grand Hall of the Royal Palace. Faria and Setuna weren't the only ones in the monopoly, but Faria did recognize and immerse themselves in the world just for Setuna and the two of them.

Time to just dance while taking your hands and keeping your nose so distant that it touches you. But that only filled Faria's mind. Disappear and lose your anxiety and discontent, and your heart, which was tired at work, has recovered enough to be complete. Instead, I was motivated by Russia. We also need to put more energy into our work in order to reduce his burden. Enough to think of it that way.

(Humans, really, are simple)

Setuna's hand draws Faria's hips and turns her to a gentle melody. In the world around, all she feels is unhelpful happiness and just a little guilt. to Miliu for pushing her back.

Even Miliu would have liked to dance with Setuna. It can't be that she's not fond of dancing, a servant of the Revien family, and maybe she can dance some extra well than Faria. And I also know that Miliu loves Setsuna from the bottom of his heart.

It was unthinkable of her to let go of the chance to dance with Setuna.

I had no choice but to thank Miliu. How this feeling should be communicated to her and how it should be expressed - thinking about such things in Setuna's arms created some hindsight. Maybe that's what we should think about after the ball.

It was only then that the conversations of the nobles plundered their ears.

"Faria Belfaria-Aslalia. You're one of Uncle Setuna's favorite women."

"I hear there are many nice women around Uncle Setuna, but it seems true"

"You think I'm letting my adorable squire serve me these days"

"Heroes, they say they prefer color. Not a bad thing."

"Nobody's saying it's bad. Rather, it's a pleasure. Uncle Setuna's blood muscles must brighten Gandhia's future"

Neither the social dictum that isn't enough to take, nor the low-profile conversation that doubts character, may be an upper class preference. From the look hidden in the back of the mask, I don't know the sincerity of those things that say those words. As the word goes, he seems happy, and there are negative signs.

It was no surprise that there are nobles who neglect the existence of Setuna Lars-Enjour, and even nobles who openly support Setuna exist.

Setsuna, so to speak, is an emerging nobleman. Some would not be deprived of their vested interests. Conversely, although few seem to rub off on Setuna, Setuna herself may not be interested in power or rights, and the possibility did not even arise to develop into such things as forming a faction with those things.

Faria didn't mind such surrounding conversations at all either. Because I keep paying attention to the boy in front of me, and because I have to concentrate on dancing. You can't fall over and shame Setuna, and you can't let Setuna fall over. If Setuna misstepped, it was Faria's role to guide her to make up for it.

Setuna's dance is still naive and dangerous.

"You remind me. When I was practicing."

"I was going to, too."

When Setuna hung up, Faria became surprisingly juvenile. Setsuna is usually the boy himself, but as long as he is aware he is in an unacceptable position to behave as he deserves, it is rare for him to have a boyish look. I'm desperate to grow up. I'm in pain. I guess it's because I see his face all the time like that.

On the boy's face, his chest tightened.

"Have you gotten a little better?

"Just a little."

He's a tough teacher.

"Of course not. Uncle Lian needs to be better."

Dance can be described as an essential skill in order to integrate into the aristocratic society. Being a certain aristocrat, it was not rare to host a ball. Of course, there can't be individuals or anything like that throwing a massive ball like the Royal Palace Supper.

Besides, I also understand that Setuna is not going to melt into aristocratic society. He was at his best just to do his part, and his lord, his country, and his people tolerate it. Giving Setuna a title or territory is to decorate him and tailor him to someone worthy of that name.

In a crownless hero, the street is too bad. It also concerns Gandia's reputation. So Setuna was entrusted to the collar uncle, and joined him in the last seat of the aristocracy. No, it's not the last seat or anything. It's a position that can be called second or third from the top. But the state never held him accountable as a nobleman. His service as a collar uncle was represented by a governor, and he never bothered his head with all things.

Setsuna's share is a battle, and he knows it both in person and around him.

"Then you need to tell me more"

That one word of Setuna was strangely delightful. Maybe I'm glad he's counting on me. Being depended on means that you need me, and that you need me means that you have a place there.

"Miryu and I should be thorough with you?

"Thoroughly?

"Yes, thoroughly"

"... I'll think about it"

"Just kidding."

"I know."

The music ended almost at the same time Setuna laughed. They stopped and stared at each other at the same time. We were good to each other, and our breath was rising. I've been dancing for quite a while. It was natural for me to breathe up, and I couldn't help but notice my fatigue. But it was a pleasant fatigue.

"How many songs have you been dancing?

"Come on?"

Setuna leads Faria as she floats a conversation without other love. He was heading outside the dance wheel. I guess I'm tired of dancing. Faria felt the same way. I was able to enjoy the world just for the two of us. No more imitations should be made to vandalize the ballroom.

It was time to immerse ourselves in such a sense of superiority that we were led by our guest of honor, Setuna, as the participants in the dinner party focused their attention.

Faria felt Setuna's guts as she felt numerous gazes ridden by feelings of jealousy, envy, vision and curiosity. Faria is noble or nothing. He is just an armed summoner and assistant captain of the SS. I'm not the kind of person your uncle treats politely. But Setuna takes Faria outside the hall to treat the guests.

I knew where I was headed. It's a terrace with Milius and the others. There was also Maria and Rem there, who were supposed to be waiting for Setuna and Faria to come. Would it be there if I were to thank Miliu? Or is it when the dinner party is over and we can be alone?

With that in mind, I rubbed off with the girl in the white and black costume. She was headed to the ballroom, guided by a man in a pale courtesy, and, when rubbing differently, met Setuna and Faria.

"That's..."

"Rem?"

There is nothing but Rem-Marlow, such as a brunette girl attending this dinner party. If it's just a girl, she counts as many as a nobleman's maid or a daughter in a military house, but if she has dark hair, she can't think of anything but a lem. In the first place, the outfit was Rem's.

Faria and Setuna went unanswered to the terrace where the Milius and the others were supposed to be.

"It was lovely, both of you."

When he went out onto the terrace, Faria was hugged by Miliu. It's the usual expression of affection. Faria, thankfully, hugged back.

I don't know.

"Yeah. Very"

"Right. It was so nice to be jealous."

To Maria's words, Faria had to blush.