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

"By the way, I saw Rem being taken to the venue, what's this all about?

It wasn't until Faria calmed down a bit that she cut out the story.

Sit in the chair provided on the terrace and soothe your body tired of dancing as it hits the night breeze. The wind at night was cold on the sweat and comfortable for my lit body. Cold fruit liquor moisturizes my throat. I could drink as much as I wanted tonight. That's about it, the mood is exhilarating.

(Sounds like it took some magic.)

Crushing in my chest, I laugh bitterly. Maybe it was really magical. Plus, it's amazingly simple, ridiculously easy to understand magic.

Maria opened her mouth as she handed Faria a bowl of fruit liquor.

"Oh, that girl, she asked me to dance."

"Lem?

"Rem himself seemed pretty surprised."

Miliu was in the middle of moving his chair next to Setuna. I finally got a chance to be sweet, but I just had momentum. Maybe the reason Faria seems adorable about her behavior like that is because she can afford it mentally. Of course, I've never been particularly neglected.

"That would be so."

Setsuna was exposed to the appropriateness of Miliu's reaction. Wipe the sweat by hand, then reach for the dish on your desk. I guess I'm hungry for too much dancing. Faria was in the same situation. I was so hungry, my stomach was about to beep.

It wasn't an imaginable story, such as Rem being invited to dance. Not because she's unattractive. She's an extremely attractive girl. You can call me a beautiful girl. If she smiled, it was so pathetic that whoever she was would be fascinated, and there was just something to make many human beings think they had no body to keep as a servant of the collar uncle.

It was her position as the servant, the servant of that collar uncle, that kept her unlimited likelihood of being invited to dance. It is also what Faria went to Miliu. It was a brave or foolish person who could not care less about Setuna's position and power to be heard by the women surrounding Setuna, and there should have been no such person in the kind of person called to a royal palace-sponsored dinner party.

"So, who are they?

He said, "Albert-Kerner."

"Who is it?

It was obvious from the sight that Setuna was grumpy. I'm not upset, I'm upset. Will it make me equally grumpy if Faria is invited by another man? With that in mind, I didn't like myself because of the ridiculousness. I'm sure you'll have the same attitude. It's about him.

"Anything. You think he's a friend of Uncle Gisellcourt's?"

Miliu nodded his face at Setuna's chest. Setsuna is left as she always is. Setsuna may also have thanked Miliu. Miliu had also told him that he had pushed Faria's back. His hand stroked Miliu's hair. One grumpy look turns into something full of mercy.

"Heh... why would such a person go to Rem again"

Uncle Giselcoat means Giselcoat Lars-Kernall. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the collar uncle of Kernnol and the most powerful man in Gandia. He is the real brother of the earlier king Siuscloud, that is, also the person who hits Leongand's uncle. There was a time when he once reigned as king of shadows, and his influence is still alive and well, he said.

Sometimes he was just said to be the Shadow King, and his political skill is awesome. Leongand was able to concentrate on the Kruselk war because he was able to entrust domestic politics to Giselcoat. If Gisellcourt had continued to refuse to enter the royal palace, the war between the coalition forces and Kruselk might have been postponed a little further, and then the course of the war might have been different.

A friend of such a noble man. I don't think there's anything to worry about.

"Isn't that your hobby? She's cute if you keep your mouth shut, and if you don't be careful, they'll take it."

"Don't take it like it's my stuff."

Setuna pointed her mouth, but I don't know what she really thinks. Even if you don't think of it as a possession, there seems to be no doubt that you have special emotions. No, that's normal. Rem follows Setuna around at four or six o'clock, baking her care. If you don't like that, is it Setuna who exercises strength but rejects it, and accepts that you have feelings close to favor?

"I can't believe they took it."

"Oh, yeah. It's about Rem. If I refused, I would have thought your husband's name would be scratched."

"I know. Yikes. It's not just a joke. So don't get mad, okay?

Miliu crawled his index finger on Setuna's lips. She's very tempting and sweet. It was a very unimaginable substitute for Faria, and she was rather impressed than shuddered. It's Miliu's strong flavor that can do that flat out. No matter how blunt a man is, I can't help but notice her affection. And then I realized, at the end of the day, I was captivated.

Miliu was also a charming woman.

I'm not mad at you.

"Angry."

He said he wasn't angry.

"Angry."

Miliu is moving half of his body over Setuna. Faria envies her for being able to do that usually, but today, rather, she didn't seem smiling. It's magical. As long as the magic doesn't expire, maybe all her words and deeds can be forgiven. Magic is too strong and too sweet. So much for wanting to stay magical, but so much so.

It's magic that disappears at midnight.

"You're like lovers."

"What...!?

Miliu glanced at Maria. I wonder if it has turned bright red to the neck muscles as well as the face, it freezes as it is. Apparently Maria's remarks caused her to stop thinking.

"That's Dr. Maria."

Setsuna was impressed, though I guess it means she knows how to handle Miliu.

Setuna seemed compelled to gaze into the great hall, though her mercy remained rigid.

The Great Hall still attracted a large number of participants. Everyone wears a mask. Some wear masks as well as full-body, bizarre disguises, but such figures are extremely rare and most participants wear masks that hide only their eyes. I've heard that it's more from a conversation or a sleigh, but in fact, I guess you're right. The conversation of the masked person covering up to the mouth was difficult to hear.

What the Orchestra of the Court is currently playing is not a dance song. The mild examination is an encouragement to a temporary rest, which can be described as a measure by the orchestra, which perceived that the Uncle Negro and the woman who served as his counterpart had been dancing for a long time. If you keep dancing like that, it's obvious that you two kept dancing without rest. That's about it, they were obsessed with the dance. No, it's not for the dance. I was obsessed with the two worlds.

Setuna and Faria.

The sight of you two dancing and dancing is burning in the back of your brain, perhaps because you were simply jealous.

Falia is the longest of the women surrounding Setuna and the one Setuna believes in. That's not how I recognize it, because Miliu left. What makes him so special about Faria is that if you watch what he says and does to her, you don't like it, but you realize it. That's not why they leave the other women unattended, it's probably because Setsuna's Setsuna.

It's just a minor change, and as you can see from his attitude towards Miliu, he's extremely open to people who favor him. There is no rejection, which is why Miliu's words and actions have become radical and I guess he doesn't know where to stay.

"I didn't expect you to take the invitation."

The words of someone named Arbeil-Kerner are mild. It was well established that there was no truth there, but that it was painted and consolidated by falsehood and deception. A flock of blue masks covering only the eye area on pale courtesy clothes. The slightly longer hair is black and the color of the eyes lurking behind the mask is brown. The whiteness of the skin was remarkable. So much so that the more you see what you see, the more you wonder if you know that he's a Northerner.

"Because I thought it was my job."

I didn't expect him to come in contact with me, but if he did, I had to get on that invitation. It was a great opportunity to know his thoughts. If we miss this, these opportunities may never be visited again.

"Hmm. So, all night, will you be the one to talk to?

"Please don't do that. I also serve as your master's escort."

"I see. Then you have no choice."

Eventually, Arbeil stopped her leg, and so did she. We arrived at the ballroom. The peripheral gaze pierces. A curious gaze. Some are inferior, others are simply intriguing. That kind of gaze pours in because most people in the Great Hall are aware of Rem's position. Rem is a squire of Setuna, devoting his body and mind to him. Such a man lets the Lord go and dance with strangers. Whoever it is, it may well be of interest.

"Okay, one song, let's dance"

The tone played by the orchestra changed to match Albert's words.