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

It's been a noisy day.

Setsuna, grabbing Xiaolong with one hand, who had placed him on his head, did not mind Wyburn moving, and lowered his hips straight on the sleeping table. Then, put Wyburn on the pillow. Xiao Feilong spread his wings as if to make a stretch. The yawn leaks from the dragon's mouth. It has been found in his actions so far that the dragon also seems to be a creature yawning. It's about him who is an extremely powerful creature called the Dragon, yet somewhere he can see human odor words and deeds. Might not be very helpful.

"Really"

Feilong, named Ragnacia-Elm Dorrus, was wondering about the texture of the pillow, cleverly folding his long neck and cheeking.

Setsuna felt more tired watching such strange creatures, as well as being reminded that this is a different world. He's a monster, from what I've seen. He is an alien monster and has a appearance that is likely to appear in myths and legends. Though it is now that he has a loving appearance 10,000 times further from his original appearance, there is no doubt that at the dawn when he accumulates and grows, he temporarily overwhelms the black spear and transforms the collaboration between the armed summoner and the Reaper into that madness that he also cannot bear.

If you see the reality that such a monster is in front of you and you normally hold your mouth, you have to realize that this is a completely heterogeneous world from the one you were born and raised in.

Of course, I know a hundred things about that. Nearly a year, I've breathed and lived in the air of this world. We have witnessed numerous monsters, and we have survived a sight that is not present in that world, an impossible battle. He fought a death battle with a dragon that was somewhat more gigantic than Ragna, and also came into contact with a being named God. I know. This world is not the world I was born and raised in. different worlds. Heaven and earth called Illus Valle. A continent called Wargrain. region known as the Small States Group. A country called Gandia. A city called the Dragon House.

I know that.

Still, it's Setuna who sees the dragon with a special eye. It was the emotion and only thing that the numerous knowledge gained in the world in which it was born and raised made it hold. And the fact that the dragon is special in this world is revealed by Faria's explanation on the road to the Dragon House.

While Faria was commenting on the dragon, Ragna was a fluke.

"You're the one who made the most noise."

Setuna told him, the dragon brought the head he was about to bury in his pillow and looked up at this one. When it comes to loving eyes like gems, loving.

"What have I done?"

You said you didn't do anything.

"Mmm."

"Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm."

"Your husband is not in the mood."

As Wyburn spread his wings, he jumped from his pillow to Setuna's lap in a single flight. And he cheeks on his thighs as if he were in a good mood. Setuna had nothing more to offer than to sigh at such a ragna reaction.

It was Ragna who never looked down on a human being, but for some reason, he was a servant of Setuna. I fought and lost, but there's something I really don't fall for.

"You, what the hell is this?"

Crushed, Setuna fell from her back onto the sleeping table. Midnight. In a room illuminated by the light of a demonic crystal lamp, only the inside of the ceiling of the sleeping table produces darkness like the darkness of the universe. The sound shows Ragna spreading her wings again. When he spread the flying film, the ear-comfortable sound of Ri 'in rang. It may be a sound that is exuded of power or something to fly, or it may be a sound that occurs for another reason. Either way, it didn't sound like a normal organism would produce it.

"That's right. The primate dragon of all things. Wyburn, which dominates heaven among them. And reincarnated dragons. And Ragnacia-Elm Dorrus. That's not me. Because of you, only a newborn baby has the same power."

Little dragons swim through the darkness of the canopy with a long name such as Ragnasia-Elm Dorrus. Emerald-like scales and exoskeletons appear to be slightly luminescent in themselves, blinded for a moment by the beauty of their pale light. Setuna was unconsciously stretching out her arms and wrapping Feilong's body with both hands. Ragna doesn't even show any particular resistance. Bringing it wrapped up and right in front of me, Ragna's large eyes also seemed to be emitting light. Luminescence, not light-receiving. Maybe it's one of the differences between other organisms and dragons.

"Don't say it's my fault. You're the one who attacked me."

"Oh, I didn't have a choice. I can't have a hobby for attacking someone like you. [M] By and large, we dragons who reign at the apex of the living creature will have our hands on weak beings like mullets."

Ragna has said arrogantly, but it was nothing but the fact that he attacked him. Sure, there's a point in what he says. Ragna was so powerful and vicious that Setuna could not be defeated without liberating the majority of the power of the black spear. Had such a presence made interference with humans and other organisms good, mankind would not have been able to behave like the rulers of the continent, etc. Either he has certified the dragon as a natural enemy over the Imperial Demon, or he has been exterminated by the dragon in the first place.

Ragna says he is a reincarnated dragon who has lived for hundreds, thousands of years. If hundreds of years had passed since the present day when the armed summons was developed and dispersed, Ragna alone might have destroyed mankind.

But the history of mankind continues. Rather, the presence of dragons is more vague. It is not even known if it exists, nor is it a perceived wind as a threat to humanity. Neither that nor this is anything more than because the dragons have recognized mankind and other creatures as weak beings and have not come forward with their hands.

"Then why?"

"That's not true..."

"Because I commanded you, Setuna."

"Whoa."

To the voice heard from behind, Setuna felt so shocked that her consciousness turned white. When I look at it, I'm even amazed at the Feilong in my hand.

"Bit, don't surprise me!

"Whatever Setuna is, why are you surprised"

The voice that he said he didn't understand was glossy somewhere. The woman's voice I heard. More than a dozen hours ago, it was the voice of a demon who had laid a wieburn on me. Looking left holding an angry Feilong, a red-haired witch was peeking into her upper body from inside the futon. Have you been hiding all this time or have you transferred into the futon with the power of Gate of Vermillion? Either way, nothing bad happened to her heart, and Setuna stared at her. Regardless, she is not the kind of person who moves to the point where Setsuna stares at her.

Azmaria-Altemax.

"Wow, sometimes I'm surprised, too."

"... were you distracted?

"Mm..."

"Hehehe...... I didn't know you could handle as many dragons as Ragnasia-Elm Dorrus in just a few hours, that's my setuna"

Azmaria, laughing as usual, crawls out of the futon. Burning flaming red lotus hair swayed at the tip of Setuna's nose. The demon's face was at the end of Setuna, where he slept on his back on the sleeping table.

"So it's not yours."

"Don't hold me there."

"You're in custody."

"... well, fine"

"Not so good."

"So we're not going to talk about this?

The demon laughs. That arrogant grin may be what Azmaria-Altemax deserves. I thought that because I recognized myself for never hating her.

Of course, what she has done is unforgivable. The fact that he killed Faria's father and took her mother was a reminder of Setuna's suspicion of Azmaria and even his hostility.

In the first place, it is nearly impossible to recognize Azmaria as an ally. As had been the case since the first encounter, Setuna had only been driven into distress by her. In the Wang capital, he was demonized by the Emperor, and in Enjour he was forced to fight against alien warriors. And today, in the Dragon Mansion, they are targeting the battle against Wyburn.

Not a trustworthy person.