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

"Who's the captain?

When I wondered if the swordswallowing voice sounded in the store, the desk behind the store was kicked down, the fierce sound of things expressing the wrath of the man.

"Me, acting captain, bogus."

"Oh, excuse me!

"If you want to apologize, you shouldn't have made a mistake from the beginning."

The sound the man heard sounded more like a bottom-cold than a superficial horror, and Sheila was clutching her own body without my knowledge. As far as I can tell from the content of the conversation, I'm pretty sure he's an executive of the Sydney Mercenary Corps.

(Acting Commander)

Commander Langrid Zan-Sydney has been killed in action in the Battle of Endwidge. I guess it's the man who takes over after that and brings together the mercenary regiment, but as far as I could feel, it didn't seem like Langrid's deputy was acting. At a time when Langrid was reigning as head of the regiment, such a situation could not even have arisen. Langrid's power of control, dominance, was tremendous, and neither did the contact Sydney mercenary regiment, a group of rough men, defy his orders in any way, he said. Few of the mercenaries in the Sydney mercenary regiment caused problems during the time when Langrid was the leader of the regiment. What caused the problem was punished by Langrid. It was Langrid who couldn't wait to publicly proclaim that the Solemnity of Discipline was essential for the Sydney Mercenary Corps. There he is, and maybe for the first time the Sydney Mercenaries were functioning.

Sheila had to think so if she saw the current tragedy.

"Well, fine."

Finally, Sheila's sight reflected the acting head of the regiment and his figure. Under the chilling light of the demonic crystal lamp. A long man appears. The blushing brunette is stretched to the waist. Maybe it's a hassle to hang up. The cleaver's eyes are sharp and he looks around the store with a sharp blade-like glance. I had a cut on my lower lip, which I could call the man's best characteristic. Once you see it, you can't forget it.

(Esq-soma...... was it)

Sheila remembered his name from the look of the man and the scars on his lips. Speaking of Esq-Soma, he was an executive among the executives of the Sydney Mercenary Corps and a figure whose commander, Langleed, was described as the treasure of Sydney. In fact, sword arms are superior and are known by two names: "Sword Demon”. The second frying alias for “Sword Ghost” means that as Esq himself, he seems extremely reluctant to be called by that name, but he is certain that his strength is no less than that of "Sword Ghost”.

He boasts a longer and more successful stature than Setsuna. My whole body, it wraps around something like a borough cloth, but underneath it is a light armor hidden. Armed. It may be for times of need, but if the likelihood of encountering such occasions is routine, his life may also be no different from the tragedy of a mercenary regiment. But that's why I find it hard to believe that his power is in extreme decline. Unlike the drunk Dorin and his men, Esq's eyes were sane.

"Uh... you did it, didn't you?

"If you say you've created this situation, yes."

Setuna didn't make it slight when Esq talked to her. You don't have to be scared, you don't have to bump your guard. I just pulled my fist out with it embedded in the mercenary's face and watched Esq's trends. It didn't look like the way Esq acted after understanding his strength, but there's no way that a person who stepped on as many places as he could not recognize how much Esq's power was. After grasping the power difference, it's grand.

That feels like a black spear setuna.

Sheila was in the mood to review him for Setuna's grandeur. From the interaction with Doreen. Yes, but Sheila may have underestimated him. Of course, I wasn't looking lower than I was, but I'm pretty sure I misjudged him somewhere.

"Hmmm... you don't look like you have that power... but, well, there's no way I can think of anything else. Besides, I didn't plug it from you, did I?

"You bet. We were just drinking."

"Right? Oh, I know. There's no reason to make such a foolish scene other than these guys."

Esq also laughed back at Setuna's somewhere stingy response. I can see the breadth of Esq's metrics at the ends of those words and deeds. I guess there's just something about acting as commander, and without some amount of instrumentation, there's no way a whole bunch of rough mercenaries will follow.

"Hey, Doreen, let's do this. Get up."

Esq bared beside Setuna and kicked into the furry grubby guy who remained down on the floor. It was a mild kick, but if the leather shoes penetrated the bare skin, it would be painful.

"Gu"

"Gu, hey, you're not pretending to sleep, Dorin-Nog!

In response to a reaction that could not even be called Doreen's sleeping breath, it seemed that just the esc also found it irritating. When he raised his right leg, he took it over Doreen's face. The light of the demonic crystal lamp is blocked, and the shadow of the shoe covers Dorin's face. Dorin seems to have guessed with that. He jumps up in a hurry and embeds his shoes in his face. but Doreen, whatever the facial pain, spoke to Esq.

"Isn't this, My Lord Commander?"

"Captain, you're hanging in there, Konnya."

"Ha ha, play"

"Well, let's slip him to the bottom of the river again."

"Again."

"... tart"

The exchange between Esq and Dorin was that between the minded companions, but the flying words and deeds also seemed to be caged in killing, something that would make the Sydney mercenary corps recognise what a gathering of things was.

"So why did you get stuck with this boy?"

"Hey, you were drunk"

"Drunk and plugging fights, that's a good place to go, dude"

Esq glanced sharply at Dawlin, wondering if he had peeked into his face. Apparently, even my men don't condone it the way Esquire does it. It was a completely different way than Langleed, but there was no way I could do it the same way other than Langleed.

"Ha, sorry"

"How long has the name of the Sydney Mercenaries been such crap? Huh?"

"So this is not as a Sydney mercenary regiment -"

"Excellent excuse. So, why is the captain's temple at the forefront again?"

"Second."

"It's in order. I can't overrule the fact that you had a visitor in my dream paradise."

'Cause it's first.'

"I didn't even answer the question. I took the fried legs. Oh, you look great, dude."

Esq shrugged his shoulders in such a way that he could not even be frightened. Then, point to Setuna.

"So, is that strong?

"That's rude to the Armed Summoner."

"Armed Summoner? I see, that's what makes you strong. It's only natural that Mitsubishi should be given a chance."

"It's a terrible thing to say, Sancho."

Actually, it sounds terrible.

Esq looked back at Setuna while affirming Dorin's words. Doreen looks relieved, freed from the pursuit of Esq. Standing still, Setuna pulled the arm of the first big man she defeated and the giant man she had just destroyed and began transferring. Several of his men follow Doreen as she puts a question mark on her behavior. Sheila couldn't really understand why he was doing that.

"This is the end of the glorious Sydney mercenary regiment. How did this happen?

"I don't know."

"Right. You're an outsider. You're not even supposed to know. I know. I'm sorry, my triplets bothered me."

"... not at all. But the Acting Commander would have loved to have been able to talk."

Setsuna seemed to be heartily relieved by Esq's calm response. There was no lie in Esq's apology. I sincerely apologize for my men's untimeliness. Sheila was also in the mood to stroke her chest down. I thought this would free me from this ridiculous commotion.

Setsuna got stronger. That's something Sheila would admit. Setuna's nomination of “Sword Ghost” Lux-Vain as a master meant that it was no mistake whatsoever, and that “Sword Ghost” played his full role as a master. Even though he was drunk, his overwhelming mercenaries, who could be considered fierce warriors, made it impossible to doubt that he had grown to such an extent that a first-tier activity could be expected without a black spear.

But that's why there's no need anywhere to get into ridiculous strife.

And it was the arrow tip I thought.

"Oh. You're acting captain, I am."

"What are you doing?

Setsuna accused Esq because he was attacked by Setsuna. Setsuna, by the hairline, is throwing a kick at Esq. A piece of paper. There was blood seeping through his right cheek. It seemed inevitable.

"I have to put it on, even after my men."

Esq, half-hearted and fisted as he closed the long leg that cut Setuna's cheek. In that case, Setuna will also have to put up her fists. The situation was the situation. If there's no escape, there's no escape gap. The enemy is in front of him, surrounded by walls of meat. Doreen's men are becoming an obstacle.

(Are you kidding me!?

Sheila screamed in her chest. Esq is proud enough to be called “The Sword Ghost”. He's powerful enough not to compare to Doreen or his men. Setsuna fights and is not a decent opponent. Even Sheila, who will prevail over Setuna, will not win.

(If so...)

Sheila thought about joining Setuna. Setsuna would hate it, but it wasn't if she was saying that. I don't even think Esq will give me a break.

"... don't move"

What was whispered in my ear was a frozen woman's voice. My hand is touching my shoulder. A woman's hand. Thin fingers. But gripping power is not the norm.

"Yes?"

"If you move at all, you will expose your complexion to this bunch of sloppy people."

A woman's voice is not truly imminent, false, etc. This woman would definitely do what she said. I don't really think where I was exposed to my complexion, but it was not a good idea for my face to be revealed. The situation just gets worse when they take the headscarf off.

Sheila needs to hide her identity until she enters the royal palace.

"How could you do that?

Sheila concentrated her consciousness behind her as she looked ahead to the confrontation between Setuna and Esq. The woman seems to be taller than Sheila. Your strength as a fighter also seems more like your opponent. It's intuitive, but in these cases, there's nothing you can count on as much as intuition.

"Because Esq wants to fight"

"If that's what you're gonna do, what are you gonna do?

Looking back at the woman. She was a young woman. You would be at the same age as Sheila. He is long and has an even figure. It was also the flesh of a forged warrior, and even from Sheila's point of view, there was not enough meat wasted. Sheila was in her dream shape at dawn in battle. Sheila's body has a lot of wasted fat, such as breasts and buttocks.

"That's the thing. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize"

Sheila told me that the woman looked strange. I guess I never thought it would come back that way.

"I'll pay you back later."

A woman smiled furiously at Sheila's words. She is also one of the desolates of the Sydney Mercenary Corps.