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

Malik-Majik.

One of the highest armed summoners of modern times, Lyohan boasts. One of the four great heavenly samurai serving Lyohan's goddess of war, Fariah-Baldish, the youngest boy in history to take the seat of the four great heavenly samurai is also known as a gifted child. In fact, he just seemed like a genius. Only fifteen years old, even Lyohan went up to the armed summoner fighting for one or two. And it is the person who is arguing with him one or two that is the goddess of war, and you will see how genius he is in that matter.

The unfortunate demonstration of that genius in the Kruselk war is new to memory.

Malik's proprietary knitting ceremony was to simultaneously summon seven summoning armies from different worlds, a substitute that no other armed summoner could imitate. Each of the seven swords, called Elemental Seven, was a different Summoning Army, with different abilities, each with mighty power. I guess it's because of Malik's genius to manipulate such a thing flat.

And his genius can also be glimpsed from the fact that he handles Quall-Ezen's summoning armed Ravensfeather with ease. He must be drawing more power from Ravensfeather than Quor. I can see that, so Faria remembers things that she doesn't blame.

At first glance, he's an adorable boy, but he doesn't know what he's thinking, and even Lyohan's great leader, Faria's grandmother, seemed to pay close attention to his treatment. I suppose you want to be excused as Lyohan's goddess of war for undermining his mood.

"Dear Malik-Majik, was it?

Unexpectedly, Rem approached Malik. Malik, although glancing at Rem, never felt particularly comfortable. It just raises questions. If you don't know what's going on, it's a question that comes to everyone's mind.

Why is Gibbel's reaper in Gandhia?

"That's in this dialogue. Lyohan's four great heavenly samurai are in Gandhia?

"I have business with Uncle Lian of the Dragon Mansion."

Falia was also surprised by Malik's response. Because Lyohan's four great heavenly samurai didn't think Setsuna had business.

"To your husband?

"I was still doing it. Subordinate."

"No, my body and my heart belong to your master. It's not like playing games before."

Rem responded with a full grin against Malik throwing a chilling knob. But her sleaze was also as sharp and chilling as a frozen blade. Maybe I have something to think about Malik. Malik didn't even care how Rem reacted.

"I don't know, Ma, whatever"

"That's right. You don't care about me or anything. Mr. Malik's errands are more important."

"That's right. So, where's your uncle? I have something to give you."

So he lowered the cloth bag he was holding with both arms onto the floor of the aisle. Do you even have something like a box in there, the bag didn't break out of shape?

"Is that it?

"What is it?

Malik controlled it by hand as Rem and Milyu intrigued themselves to peek inside the bag. Faria also wanted to know what was inside, but Malik took control of her desk and frowned. Of course, I'm not going to ignore Malik's intentions and take a peek inside.

"What about your uncle?

He's not here right now.

"I don't think he'll be back for a while."

Malik seemed clearly perplexed when Rem and Milyu told him. I came here because I thought Setsuna was here, so I guess it's natural. And there was no way Setsuna, the leader of the Dragon House, could not be here. Even without you, you can't possibly not know where you are. Normally, there's no way my men don't know where the captain is.

"Where are you?

"Unfortunately, you can't go out of your mouth"

"You mean on a mission? So how soon are you going to be back?

"Come on? Short, maybe a month?

"I was wondering if it would take that long?

Miliu drew his arm in front of his chest and tilted his neck.

"At least I don't think I'll be able to come home in a day or two, or end up in about ten days."

That's why Faria gets anxious.

If it was like ending in around ten days, nothing would have made me feel so anxious. I was never dissatisfied. It shouldn't have even felt like I was bluffing. But what Setuna and Sheila are trying to do is infiltrate the king's capital and make contact with the king. Even if it all carried well, wouldn't it take about a month?

Malik is a disgruntled face.

"Uh, what's that? One of them brought me what he asked for."

"Asked? To whom?"

It's up to Uncle Negro.

He, naturally, could not understand Faria. It was very hard to believe there was such a connection between Setuna and Malik.

"To Setuna?

"Yeah... I'm sure I'm a little late. I had no choice, it was a special order."

Malik's remarks get no guidelines. He seemed to be hiding something.

"A little late? What are you talking about?

"... I guess it's really best for Uncle Lian himself to hand it to me, but I don't know what to do after a month, it's too late, I don't know what to do"

When he snapped to line up his excuses, he began to untie the strings that had closed the mouth of the cloth bag. And take some crates out of the bag. About seven small crates. The shape of the bag did not collapse, probably because it was stacked in the bag.

Malik, when he took one of the crates, offered it to Faria.

"Yes, this is for little Faria."

"To me?

Faria, although she received the crate from Malik, had no choice but to question it. The fact that it's from Setuna applauds the doubt. I can't even think of a reason to get a gift from Setsuna.

"I really wanted to deliver it on the fourth. But it arrived in Lyohan the next six days. Then I hurried, and I flew in."

"Four days...?

Malik's words still get no guidelines. I know that you left Lyohan on the 6th. And that means he flew from Lyohan to this Dragon House in just five days, and tells the story of Ravensfeather's awesome ability to fly and speed of flight. but that's not something to watch out for. Ravensfeather's ability to do so is something I know a lot about.

What you should be concerned about is Malik's sigh-minded reaction. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, for Christ's sake.

"Don't you even remember your birthday?

"Huh -?"

Though I reflexively raised the question mark, at that moment, I could understand what he was trying to say. Understanding stops thinking. This is what makes my head white, and in that instant, Faria doesn't know what it is anymore.

"I mean, Faria's birthday gift. From Uncle Setuna."

I didn't even have to be explained to Malik.

I couldn't think of anything other than a birthday gift that I was going to be given for my birthday. Setuna is not an unreadable man of the air, either, so much as handing her something completely irrelevant for her birthday. Instead, it's not dull. Even if they are blunt about other people's malice, they seem to be twice as sensitive to other people's favors. I'll give it back to you in favor. If you look at him, you'll see.

But with Malik saying that and putting it into words, Faria could have said she was able to get herself back. Should I say that being linguized put color in a blank blank? The thought circuit that was rigid moves out, and at the same time the chest hits. I feel my heart sounds to my ears. I'm sure it's not my fault. My heart trembled violently and the blood in my body gave me a fever.

(Birthday gift from Setuna......)

At Faria's birthday party on May 4th, Setsuna seemed somewhere uncomfortable, but now that I think about it, it may have come from not having received a gift for Faria.

(from Setuna......)

That's just it, Faria was so impressed. There is no need to check the contents of the crate. Thoughts were enough. I could have done anything. Even substitutes that are readily available do not change the emotion.

"Huh!? Why!? Why is Faria the only one with such special treatment!? I know, but I don't know!?

"Dear Miliu, there seems to be a growing fragmentation of the impact"

"What do you mean it's increasing!? Doesn't it always seem like a rupture of the branch!?

"That's what I was gonna say."

"Rem! You... need to stop -!"

"You don't have to worry, there's Miliu's share."

Malik's words, which blocked the screams of the angry minded Milyu, were within the bounds of assumption for Faria. I'm not disappointed either. Instead, I have myself thinking it should be. Setsuna would. If I didn't, I could even say it wasn't Setuna. So Faria even remembers to relieve herself as she hugs the crate.

"Huh!? Me too!?

"And this is for you."

"To me, too?

"I'm glad I saved you the trouble of flying to Gibelle."

Seems to me that's why he asked Lem about the jibbers. When it did come to flying further from here to Jivel, it definitely took a lot of work. Of course, Ravens Feather doesn't fly alone.

Then Malik pushed a cloth bag into Faria with some crates in it. When Faria received it, he sighed.

"Give the rest to me from the little farriers. It says who it's addressed to, so you won't get lost... because I have to go home now."

"Wait, wait, wait."

"What?"

"When?

"What?

"When did Setuna ask you to do this?

"Of course, it's time to go back to Lyohan from Kursale."

That's how he smiled bitterly. Malik and Setuna got to know each other in the middle of the Kruselk war. When you can ask for a birthday gift to be bought and brought to Gandhia, etc., there will be none but after the end of the war. Given Setuna's character, there was no way he would have exchanged such promises during the war. Setsuna is always the best in the battle. I can't afford to think about post-war stuff.

But the question remains.

"But why?

"What?"

"Why, are you getting that far? You don't have to take it, do you?

In the first place, I didn't even remember Setuna and Malik getting along. Malik was even showing a bareback like he hated Setuna. Setsuna even seems to have some respect for Malik, and his lack of meshing between the two in that sense fuels the doubt.

Malik has said so softly.

"You don't have to say no."

"That's... yes, but"

"If you're not convinced, let me give you one reason. Yes, I touched Setsuna's memory in a backflow phenomenon. Like Miloo. As a result, I learned that Setsuna cares about you from the bottom of her heart. I just thought you wanted to live up to that thought."

You noticed Faria's gaze, he laughed, a little embarrassed.

"I'm a whim."

That's how his expression distracted him was the boy of his age.

"Well, when Uncle Setuna gets back, just say so. Malik-Majik made good on his promise."

"Yeah...... ok"

"See you then, one day"

Say hello to your grandmother.

"I know. I'm glad little Faria looks fine. I'm sure she'll love it too."

Sometimes the look Malik gave him unexpectedly was too far from the usual him, and Faria was confused. Such a look that makes you feel like a long time ago. It wasn't like a very fifteen-year-old boy would show. And I also care how you say her.

"Malik?"

"No, about this one. Well, welcome, I'll be there."

When he told him so, he spread Ravens Feather wide. A pair of pitch-black wings. When I wondered if each of the wet black feathers glowed pale, Malik's surrounding space seemed distorted. And when I wondered if the storm had rushed through, the shock wave ran through Faria's body. Of course, I never dropped a cherished crate or cloth bag, but it was easy for the shock wave to rock the aisle violently.

When I realized, Malik's appearance was scratching away.

He didn't even leave a finish.