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

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I need to talk to this guest about something important!

It wasn't until after the battle between him and Setuna and the tension that was drifting in the store disappeared that Esq-Soma shouted at the men who had already begun cleaning up the store.

Sheila, who has become free with the woman gone, keeps an eye on the situation by making sure to hold her stomach and go to Setuna's side so that the ragna in her clothes does not stand out and hide herself behind him. The area around the back of Setuna's coat was blurry, and even if it didn't have to be used, it was never good for appearance. Although I don't exactly have it ready until I get dressed, I would be able to buy a new coat as soon as possible. Only the Road Bank is well prepared. Of course, in Setuna's nostalgia, though.

"Acting Commander, no matter how much, isn't that terrible?"

It was Dorin-Nog who raised his dissatisfaction. He was carrying a desk or chair with his men, but Esq's remarks seemed to have struck me with dissatisfaction all the time here.

"It's bad that you guys got busted in people's stores."

"I want to know who's to blame for this."

"Whoa? Is it my fault?

"Eighty-nine out of ten."

Sheila kept her mouth shut, although she wanted to nod to Doreen's words. Setuna in front of me is also silent. The attitude that seems extremely irrelevant must be because this situation is something that is not pleasant to him. For him, that didn't have to mean that it wasn't even aromatic for Sheila. In fact, for Sheila, who had to hide her identity through, I just wanted to avoid making a little stand out. I didn't want to make a scene, outside of being a whirlpool person, etc. But there's nothing more than letting yourself be what you become. If you try to pop out of the store here and make him look like you, that's what will develop into a fuss. I felt that way.

"Were you?

"Don't ask me."

In response to Esq's question, Setuna sighed. Esq, looking around at the mercenaries, spoke to the woman who commanded them.

"Remill?

The woman, called Remill, ran nervous all over her body when she heard the call of Esq. Turn around, correct your posture, and don't even forget to salute. The good reaction to Esq was not comparable to other mercenaries.

"Below Captain Doreen, I'm guessing the 12th squadron is responsible."

"You see."

"See," he said.

"Remill's here, first of all, I'm sure. Don't you?"

"No, so don't ask me for my consent."

I snapped like Setuna was in trouble. Sheila whispered as she moved her face closer to Setuna's ear.

"I don't know... you're a man who feels like going my way"

"Oh. Doesn't even look like an island to mount."

"Leave your bad riding brother alone, it is. Remill is right, keep the store in order. Damn, I want a big one, and I got one. I'm screwed. I got some guys."

Esq sighed with a huge gesture. I don't mind the Dorins flailing. As Sheila thought, Esq seems to be the man going our way. And the fact that there doesn't seem to be an island to mount, like Setuna said, can also be seen from the way the Dorins are giving up their objections. I guess that's what they do every day, and I guess it's what they could have been.

It wasn't a very convincing story for Sheila.

Aren't you the one who broke the store?

Esq and Setuna, to be exact. Two fierce attacks left claw marks of destruction in the store. That is the nail mark that I don't see as a battle of hand-to-hand karate, and I know very well that the two bodies are stubborn. Regardless of the esc that was wearing the armor, Setuna's body, not even wearing lightweight armor under her coat, must be full of bruises. Still, I don't even give you the look of pain, because this is no different than being an enemy land. I can't be alarmed.

"... you're the one"

"Ah?"

"No, it's nothing"

"This is my shop. The manager and the clerk, I hire them. It's weird that mercenaries hire one."

"Mercenaries set up shops."

Setsuna's doubts were the best.

Mercenaries are not usually based in one place. It was the way of life of a mercenary to walk from battlefield to battlefield and earn a dime, so it was a creature called a mercenary that today's allies are tomorrow's enemies, and today's enemies are not the allies of tomorrow. I don't imitate betrayal on the same battlefield (if you do that, you won't be able to hire me), but it was everyday tea rice, such as hostility to my employer until the other day.

But the Sydney Mercenary Corps has a long-term contract with Abard. It was like "The Pale Wind" in Gandhia and was treated more as an important force for Abard than "The Pale Wind" in Gandhia. Proof of this is the Knight's Medal to Commander Langrid. Langrid Zan-Sydney, when he was awarded the Knight, pledged his permanent loyalty to the Royal House of Abad. A mercenary was awarded the title of knight. Perhaps it was impossible for him to be thrilled and to have made such a public statement.

However, Langrid has consequently acted in such a way as to withdraw that statement. Because Langrid gave to the Sheilas and chose a path that rivaled the Royal Palace. If we were to have full loyalty to the royal family, we should have gone to the royal palace, not the Sheila faction. But he belonged to the Sheila faction, went to Endwidge, and died in battle.

Esq should have joined the Endwidge battle, too, but as far as I can hear him, he must have survived. Even as a royal palace, he may not have been able to execute a good mercenary. Or did you decide that the members below Esq, who are politically incompetent, would not even have to be executed?

(I guess the latter)

For example, Langleed would have been executed with Princess Sheila. Langrid is qualified to be involved in politics. Speech and have some power. The Sydney Mercenary Corps is not an exaggerated force when it comes to the second main force of the Abad army. In the fold of the Kruselk war, the Sidonian mercenary regiment served as the guardian of the King's capital. Because they were there, Sheila was able to take a large number of soldiers and join the coalition.

But if the mercenary knight Langrid is killed in battle, the Sydney mercenary corps has to become politically incompetent. Even if a swordsman like Esq becomes the next captain of the regiment, the question remains whether he can only show the same speaking power as Langrid. The number of members of the Sydney Mercenary Corps has also fallen dramatically and is lacking as a force of war. And the fact that Langrid had political power is due in large part to his personality and height of political skill. His successors could not have been born into a mercenary regiment full of desolates.

So didn't the royal palace keep Esq alive and his men alive as well? I'm letting you do whatever you want, because you can expect that power itself.

From what Sheila has seen, the Esq's strength itself has not diminished. Not a month has passed since the Battle of the End Widge, but if you neglect your daily workouts, your strength will fall even in that meagre period. One, if you don't build up your workouts every day, you'll soon fade away. That won't be long, will it?

"I told you. I didn't die where I died. Poor mercenaries who got drunk, drunk, and could only get drunk needed a place to drink so they could take a bath. So I bought this store."

"Is that why your men were gathered?"

"That's the thing. Even my men don't admire me."

"Looks like it"

When Setuna agreed, Esq laughed mocking herself. Laughing, I turn my back on Setuna and walk out. The pattern seemed to follow. Sheila nodded small as Setuna turned this way. There's no other option here than to follow.

There are more than twenty resilient men in the store and a female mercenary called Remill. but it's not hard if you just break through. All you have to do is use Setuna's Summoning Armor. I don't know how capable the black mask is, but if it works to the same extent as the "Reaper," it would be enough to outrun a group of mercenaries. But the problem is, after you leave the tavern. The purpose of Sheila and the others is to know the insights of the King's capital. It's not about rambling around with Ceasel.

I didn't think I could turn a big guy like Esq into an enemy and gather information properly. Besides, if you're an escort, you might even know what's going on at the Royal Palace. At any rate, he is acting head of the Sydney Mercenary Corps.

"Oh, my God. He's acting head of the regiment. I don't have a choice."

"Even surrogacy must be the pinnacle of a mercenary regiment, right?

"Oh. But nobody's gonna admit that. I don't have a captain, so I just have no choice. Otherwise, the Sydney Mercenary Corps will be scattered, and if you try to be the ones eating under the brave name of the Sydney Mercenary Corps, it's not like you can even think about leaving the Corps."

"I see."

Setsuna raised one convincing voice. Then, in front of the door that would be following behind the store, Esq stopped and turned around.

"Am I?"

"You have no choice but to represent the captain so those people don't get eaten up."

"... that's what I mean"

He shrugged his shoulders and laughed sarcastically. Sheila looked into Setuna's observational eye, but Esq may have felt the same way. He turned to the path and pushed open the door.

"He's a big brother with some sights inside."

"... it's Niewe"

"Ooh, Nee."

No, you know what?

"Call me Esq about me. Master Esq, but Mr. Esq would be nice."

"Bye, Esq."

"Yes. That's a little troubling."

"There's nothing to worry about"

"That's a boring one, dude"

Esq remained forward-facing, but I could somehow imagine his expression. You must have a flashy face. Sheila felt like a man named Esq had somehow figured it out. It never seems like a bad person. I can't even say enough good people, but if you're not a bad guy, there's no problem. Even if he was a bad guy, that's why I'm talking about what happened.

Behind the door, the hallway continued. The light of the demonic crystal lamp suspended from the ceiling is faint, illuminating an unreliably long passage. I guess the life expectancy of the Demon Crystal Stone used for the Demon Crystal lamp is coming. Demonic crystal lamps are not intended to be used indefinitely and permanently.

Demonic crystal lamps are lamps that incorporate demonic crystal stones that emit light in response to the likes of life that flow through the human body. It can also be manipulated remotely by utilizing a pair of demonic crystal stones. The lights on and off of the demonic crystal lamps that are caught at height are carried out on that principle. Although the very principle of Demon Crystal Stone has not been elucidated, years of research have shown that Demon Crystal Stone does not continue to emit light semi-permanently. They say that if it's a big one, they'll keep it for about 10 years, but if it's a size magic crystal stone that is incorporated into the demon crystal lamps that are out there in general, they say it's like a year of keeping it.

The Demon Crystal lamp in this aisle means it's time to buy it again.

"So, what about that lady over there?

All of a sudden I was told the story, and Sheila gave it a whiff. Perhaps it was better that I made myself stronger. It was an amateur reaction.

It's my wife, Sheena.

It was Setsuna who answered Esq's question. The name Sheena must have been improvised. Sheila and I are a bit different, but it's a common name. There's nothing wrong with that. Sheila opened her mouth immediately following Setuna's words.

"Best regards"

"Oh, nice to meet you. Unlike Nee, you're being polite. You're a nagging fan."

"... even I would have been polite if we'd met."

"Ha, I guess"

Esq, speaking up and laughing, stopped his leg. It was a poke in the hallway. There's a door at the end of the esc. It seemed like a heavy door, but he opened it gently. The interior was surrounded by darkness, but by his touch with the demonic crystal stone installed on the wall, the demonic crystal lamp installed on the ceiling emitted light, sweeping away the darkness in the interior. Step indoors while escorted.

The spacious spaces are cluttered at first glance. It seemed no exaggeration to say that Esq's personality was reflected, but the judgment had to be put on hold beyond knowing if this room belonged to Esq. Two long chairs are placed so as to pinch the desk, and he lowers his back there as indicated to him. It was a restless space, but not if you're saying so.

Esq was looking for something as he walked around the room. Around him are piles of liquor barrels and bottles. Seeing an empty bottle of liquor right there, every day, it seems true that you're drowning in liquor.

"Oh, there it is. This is it, this"

Esq raised a happy voice. Seeing it, his hand was gripped with a liquor bottle, and it could be seen that he was searching for that liquor to color the indoors. In this messy mess, it may be hard to find what you're looking for.

Sheila was in the mood to talk to Setuna, but enjoyed herself for a long time. Inside, there is overwhelming silence. Even if I whispered to Setuna, it must have reached Esq's ear. Except for the story if Esq's ears are bad, but otherwise, it doesn't look that way.

When he placed the liquor bottle at the desk in front of Sheila and the others, he went further indoors and asked her to prepare three containers. The container itself looks clean. Perhaps the area around the Remill is washing, or maybe the following members of the Dorin group are being used. And I also wondered if that's where he wasn't admired.

I'm sorry for everything.

Esq came as he settled his hips in the opposite seat of Setuna.

"If I wanted to apologize, I'd have stuck with you from the beginning."

"Ooh, you're really right. I can't open my name."

"I don't mind admitting it honestly..."

Setsuna is a good thing. The honest admission of non-existence is arguably a good place for an esc. But his problems lie elsewhere.

"But, well, it's good to have been able to fight you, huh?

"What is it?"

"I woke up drunk"

He opened the lid on the lid of the liquor bottle, all right. The smell of intense liquor tickles Sheila's nostrils. Sheila doesn't hate booze. He was more of a drinker than he liked, and he used to make more and more noise with the samurai. It was natural to drink and snooze around, especially after the battle.

"Why are you getting drunk again?

"Yes, but I'm not."

"Huh?"

"Okay, let's talk about this one."

He filled the container with liquor that seemed to be strong in concentration.

"So, who the hell are you people?

Esq's eyes glowed dull.