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

"You have a great arm. That's an armed summoner. but isn't it still enough to make a name for yourself in heaven?

I saw Setuna as the furry man loosened his body. Blunt light emitting eyes indicate that a man is a fierce warrior. At least, he didn't seem to be any more powerful than the man who was thrown down by Setuna earlier. Sometimes I'm just putting the men up in the tavern, I guess.

The physical difference was obvious. The difference in physique, in other words, is also the difference in force. The swollen man is twice to triple the volume of Setuna, and it is inevitable that Setuna will lose power if she bumps her body together. But it is also proven in earlier battles that it can be compared to the man ahead, and that power is not the only thing that determines the battle.

Of course, I don't think the furry man is the same person who goes with the other guy.

Sheila didn't even have a glimmer of anxiety as she compared Setuna to the other man.

"Well, you are. I'll admit it."

"Well, you know who you are."

"I can make a name for myself, because my wife is the one who's breathing. It's not my intention."

Sheila had no choice but to say that Setuna had spoken with her wife and others. Sheila's the one who mentioned playing the couple, but when Setuna comes on board, it's not the story. A lot of things to think about.

"No. But, well, it's not bad to be able to fall in love that far, is it?

"... I won't deny it."

Setsuna lay her eyes down and laughed. I can see in the serenity of that laugh that he is beginning to recognize the other man as a warrior. Sheila, too, was starting to feel something else from the furry man.

"So, what are you going to do? You want to do it?

"I'm not even going to shut up in front of my men. Don't worry, I won't give your wife a hand."

"You're unbelievable."

"I guess."

A furry man laughs mocking himself. It's weirder to tell a man to believe that he's the one who got his hands on him first. But the bluffing and voices of the furry man were truly imminent, and the floating air until just now had completely disappeared, and there was even a feeling of air like someone else.

"But you don't bend a word a man says once."

"Right."

He said, "I don't believe him yet."

"You bet."

Setsuna had such an attitude as frightening and unbelievable. Such a response on the part of Setuna seemed rare, and Sheila was the thought of discovering a new attraction.

The furry man looked around the store and said away, really wanting to distract Setuna.

"... don't put your hands on that woman there, all right? Don't imitate the mud on my face."

"Ha."

"What's wrong?

"You're so muddy. Trying to get my hands on one woman."

"... tiny"

The man smiled bitterly and stroked his beard. The reddish beard is dirty by brilliant. I don't think Setuna's muddy about the look of it.

"I'm a little drunk. Thanks to you."

"Yeah?"

"All this time, it wasn't bad to be intoxicated, but if you wake up drunk, it's also exciting"

"What are you talking about?

It was also natural for Setuna to rub her suspicious face. The story is not engaging at all. On the contrary, they seemed to be taking the liberty of talking to me. Sheila felt a danger to the man, but she didn't know what kind of danger it was.

"What, this way? Also, it could be bad to start over as a warrior - I saw your fight and I thought so. That's all."

"Like that...... hey"

"Don't say that to me. But he's my precious man."

A furry man glanced at the man sitting on the floor. The man, thrown down by Setuna, had a frightening attitude toward the gaze of the furrowers. We find that there is a strong upward and downward relationship, with deep ties.

Most importantly, Setsuna was the wind blowing in the relationship between the two.

"Whatever. Come on, let's get this over with."

"Not really... well, do it"

When Setuna put up her fist, the furrower also put up her fist. We didn't get anything from each other. Flesh is the weapon of murder. Warriors built up against each other. You don't need a weapon. In that case, however, it is clear that Setsuna would be more disadvantaged. The quality of the muscles and the amount of hair swelling is higher, because it is obvious. Still, I don't remember one anxiety, perhaps because of the fact that Setsuna has dived through the dead line more than anyone else on this scene. The repeated wars have pushed him into a predicament and forced him to perform a death fight, he said. That kind of experience was the strength of Setuna.

Setsuna told him, holding his fist.

"If I win, you'll hear me out."

"Oh. Instead, if I win..."

"I won't let my wife touch me."

"Wow. I want you to be my man."

When the man laughed, Setuna also laughed back.

"Funny joke."

"I don't know if our leader will forgive us."

"... what the hell"

"Am I?"

"I thought you were the greatest."

"Ha, you shouldn't be joking"

A man smiled furiously. The killing spirit swells.

"The Sydney Mercenary Corps is not a proper organization for a guy like me to lead."

"Right."

Setsuna flew straight up the furry man's sudden rush.

(Sydney......)

Sheila narrowed her eyes, rebuffing the furry words.

Speaking of the Sydney Mercenary Corps, it was also a marginal group of mercenaries as Sheila. It was a group of mercenaries based in Abad and was also famous for its dedication and contribution to Abad, which meant that the Knight's Degree was awarded to Commander Langrid. It seems that Langrid Zan-Sydney, since the Symphony, had sworn allegiance to Abad, had a thick trust from the royal family, and had been called to the royal palace every once in a while. That's what Sheila knew about Langleed, but she didn't know why Langleed tipped over the Sheilas. In the first place, it was incomprehensible to Sheila that a Sheila faction would form itself.

It is well known that a group of Sidonian mercenaries, led by Langrid Zan-Sydney, who do not despise the Sheila faction, followed Sheila's rebellion and scattered in the Battle of the End Widge. It is said that Langleed's troops fleshed out to regular army headquarters, and that during its glorious scattering, it is a narrative grass even in the present Abad, where the story of the Sheila sect is contraindicated.

(I mean, are these the remnants of the Sydney Mercenaries?)

Sheila had to be surprised as she stared at the battle between the furry man and Setuna. I just thought it was completely devastated and dismantled. There seems to be no doubt that the captain, Langrid, was killed in battle. It is no exaggeration to say that the Sydney mercenary regiment had been cut up by one commander. The Sydney mercenary regiment was known for all its roughnecks and had it not been for Langrid, an intellectual, it would not have earned enough credit to give him the Knight's Degree.

In fact, if you look at the outlaws of the hairy men, you can see that their former reputation was not often a mistake.

A man like Langrid was putting it together, so the Sydney Mercenaries were turning around well.

(That's what I'm talking about)

Sheila understood the greatness of Langleed from a series of streams in which one party of furrowers penetrated the liquor store, making other guests laughers and even trying to get their hands on them. Langrid certainly wasn't like a mercenary. Ever since I became a knight of Abard, my impression as an intellectualist through courtesy was so strong. The result of losing that Langrid is this tragedy.