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

"Master Esq, those two, you seem to have left?

It wasn't until Niewe-Diabras and Sheila left and some time later that she visited Esq's room. When Esq saw you, she was bringing a liquor bottle from the store. She is also a good kind of person to be called an alcoholic. Remil-Folk Ray. The even-handed flesh of a long-time female mercenary, acting assistant commander, was worthy of eye bliss in the long run.

"Oh. I'm back at the inn."

Esq stood up and looked for vessels for pouring alcohol. The all-you-can-mess room will remain cluttered until Remill gets his hands on it. It's about once every three days that she leaps into cleaning the indoors, and when she thinks about it, she's contracted to be clean by the end of tomorrow. I think she has to learn how to handle Esq as well.

"What did they tell you?

Remill looked at the three containers placed on his desk. There is only one empty vessel, and the two vessels remain poured full of liquor, without even signs of mouth being worn. Neither Neewe nor Sheila had a drink. It means I'm not very good at it, and I guess I still got to the tavern because I had no choice but to gather information. A lot of information is gathered in one place. Their thoughts are not mistakes in themselves.

Respond, looking over the vessel for Remill.

"Don't tell."

"Lady Esq and the others."

"Isn't that right?

"Yes, you can tell me everything without covering it up."

Remill is starting to feel a little sorry for me. The only time she showed a sweet attitude was when we were alone. Esq also gives me a sweet face for the expressions and voices that I never show in public.

"Well... maybe you can tell me everything."

"So..."

"No, you can't. Well, that's it. Anything."

Tell them clearly.

You're not the only one who's gonna kill me.

Niewe's voice remained in her brain. It was a chilling voice. And the blood was frozen. I couldn't help but feel my whole body gross fury, even Esk-Soma, who had crossed countless battlefields and slaughtered and killed more enemies than I could remember. I'm not just an armed summoner. At the very least, it is impossible to say no to an armed summoner of a rush, etc. In the first place, although what serves as Princess Sheila's escort could not have been such an unreliable being.

(Really, what is it?

Esq felt the mighty man of war in his eyes. That was the feeling, the sign and the smell that only those who had dived through a huge number of dead lines had. Death, as it may be. The smell of death, the signs of death, the sound of death - I had to obey his words because if he cared about it, he also had a similar feeling about the certainty that it must be destroyed overnight, such as the remnants of the Sydney mercenary regiment.

So, no.

She has a hard mouth, and secrets are always a woman to protect. I kept secrets in my chest like Esq had leaked a fluke, and I never leaked goodwill to anyone. She was the only one Esq could call careless. I could have revealed any secrets to her.

(But you can't do this)

For everything, just in case.

Remill couldn't stand the seriousness of the matter and leaked it, but at the end of the day, the Sydney Mercenaries must not be destroyed.

If you do, you'll lose her.

That's all I wanted to avoid as an esc.

With the loss of Langrid, it is no exaggeration to say that she is the only place of mind.

"Too bad."

"All this time, there's no choice."

I distracted myself from Remill, who seemed mindless, because I could be flushed by emotions and talk to him. Esq understood very well that he had such a place. So I don't get too close to one, and I don't even try to pack a distance from myself. If we get close, if we stay close, our emotions will shift. If your emotions shift, you may not be able to make a normal decision. If you weren't even a troop leader, you shouldn't be doing that at the moment when you're acting as a regiment leader. Even though he said he was an unpopular deputy group leader, he seemed to be relieved of his emotions, and no one would follow him more and more.

Most of all, the distance from Remill is not even enough to stay together.

"But, well, it was too much talk to get drunk"

"Even if they say so with a red face"

"Is it red?

Esq, in a word of Remill, stroked his face. You can't even tell how pale your face is when you stroke it. Remill laughed. If you're going to make her smile, you're going to play the clown.

"Yes, you're ruining my face."

"You're the only one who can go that way, Remill."

"So we can monopolize Esq."

"Mmm..."

I didn't know if I was happy, and he glanced at me. I hope it doesn't look like anything other than Remill, because it was a lot of dialogue. In fact, maybe it doesn't look that way except for her. It is determined to be loose, such as the face of a man drowned in alcohol.

But both of those loose faces were going to be the last today. It wasn't a bad day to stir up booze and dairy each other without benefits, but my nature as a warrior didn't seem to allow it.

"So, Esq, what are we going to do when we wake up drunk?

What Remill had asked was on the way to drunkenness turning and the world sinking into booze. She seemed to be trying to explore the contents of the conversation with Esq and Niewe over the distance, but she simply seemed concerned about how Esq was doing. It was probably because Esq was so drunk on alcohol that it could be called drunkenness that it was rare, such as pillowing her thighs.

He's drunk because he couldn't help but drink. I drank and was in a reality where I couldn't have done it without getting drunk. You have to get drunk to get drunk. There was no contradiction in him, however contradictory.

And it can be said that because he is intoxicated, he was able to set his readiness.

Tell.

I'll avenge you.

"Revenge?"

"Yes. Make enemies of the Captain."

"Enemies... of my brother...?

She looked at this one with a flashing face.

She would not have imagined any hostility or anything from the loss of Langrid to this day. Remill is such a woman. He is a man who can accept and drink everything. Esq is different in that respect. After accepting everything, it is indigestible and continues to smoke. It's as if you're dreaming of a day that will burn again one day.

The time has come.

"Oh, Remill. Your brother's, Captain Langleed's enemy."

Esq woke up his upper body. At the heart of the revolving world, he stared into the void. A look full of beast princess's grief can come to mind, disappear and lose. Sheila. No, Sheila Lewe-Abbard. The man who caused this Abard confusion was alive at last. He lived eventually, and was about to speak out to Abard's confusion.

"I don't want anyone dying for me any more."

I didn't even boil anger at Sheila's remarks.

There's more to ridicule than that.

Esq was driven by the urge to slap Sheila off on that spot. If it weren't for Niewe, I would have slaughtered him.

"Captain... fuck us Sydney Mercenaries"

For that matter, there is nothing better now than to follow Sheila and Niewe. If you follow them, your chance for revenge must come.