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

May 21.

About ten days have passed since Sheila and the others left the Dragon House.

In the meantime, the difficulty was as much as breaking through the border between Gandhia Abad and entering Ceasel. Although the decision to fight the mercenaries in the tavern Copper Shake Cage was also difficult when it came to difficulty, it can be said that there were no more elements to lose than the presence of Setuna, a user of armed summoning techniques. Most importantly, shortly after the mercenaries involved, Setsuna never thought that a summoning weapon other than a black spear could be used, so she was prepared to struggle, and in some cases she thought of using the power of the Heart of Beast.

Sheila exhaled a soothing breath as she did, looking out for a cloth bag with a heart of beast that she had placed under her sleeping table. I was glad I didn't have to use the help of Heart of Beast, from the bottom of my heart. Heart of Beast is a summoning weapon that uses blood as a mediator to unleash its abilities. Its ability is incomparable, but it is difficult to satisfy the activation conditions during normal times.

Most of all, in that situation, I didn't have to use my abilities. Just holding the Heart of Beast and getting that aid wouldn't have been as hard as kicking a drunken mercenary. But rambling around also had the potential to make it impossible to hide who he was. The headscarf is likely to come off. When it comes to fighting while sheltering your headscarf, you'll just have to struggle.

I didn't have to struggle because Setuna solved it by herself.

Setsuna is asleep.

Sheila was next to him on the bunk with only one in the big room. No, I don't know if I can say next door. It's not as narrow as having to lean in and sleep, and since Setuna is sleeping on the edge of the bedroom, there's a blank lying between her and him that seems to put two adults in.

The first night I came to Ceasel, I was tired, or both of them, slept on the bunk with no problems whatsoever. And Ragna, of course. Xiao Feilong is now round with Setuna's pillow.

It was the next morning that I left. When he woke me to sleep and opened my eyes, Setsuna's face was close. This is exactly what it is to be distant enough to take a snort, and Sheila is something that has been bright white in her head for a while. Even after my thoughts recovered, I didn't leave immediately, but I observed his sleeping face for a while.

Crawl over the sleeping area and move closer to Setuna. He's asleep. The clock indicated six in the morning. I guess it's just a little early for his wake-up time. Speaking of which, even yesterday, it was after eight o'clock that he came up.

As Sheila peered into Setuna's face, Ragna on the pillow reacted. Perhaps it was woken up by the slight clamping of the bedroom. The lid of the dragon opened and his gemstone-like eyes looked at this one. I looked at this one, leaked my yawn, and closed my eyes again. Maybe he was relieved to find out it was Sheila. Ragna was quick to break with Setuna, but also to accept Sheila. If it is also the primal dragon of all things, it may not be a big deal, such as accepting a humble human being.

Thinking that far, she laughed small. Because it was like Ragna was going to say. The little Wyburn, a magnificent and arrogant shore but only a lump of love, was becoming a must for Sheila today. Every one of his words and deeds healed my rough heart. All I can do is insist on being at the top of everything, and being sweet on Setsuna is adorable. Being able to be in that mood would be proof that Sheila hasn't lost sight of herself yet.

Of course, Setsuna is essential.

Sheila smiled as she looked down at his sleeping face. The uncontrolled sleeping face was hard to imagine his being called a dragon killer or a demon butcher. It's not even age-appropriate. Speaking of eighteen years old, it's a good age to be an adult in some countries, but now, Sheila's sleeping face was that of a boy who wasn't even old enough.

While observing his sleeping face, I think of the numerous faces of a human named Setuna. One is sleeping like this innocent boy. Only when he's asleep will he look like a child. One is his face as a warrior you can't imagine from his sleeping face. The faces of the fierce who have crossed many dead lines are so impatient that even the mercenaries of the Hundred Wars are tempered. And a regular face. This is also juvenile. Maybe I can say my face hasn't caught up with my age, or maybe I'm simply looking young. But it was as if the tough facade he showed from time to time fascinated him that he was not just a boy.

Sheila, observing Setuna's sleeping face for a while, returned to her original place. Then when I got off the sleeping table and changed from bedtime to regular clothes, the clock needle was around seven o'clock. I wonder how long I've been observing his sleeping face. The routine here, but that time could have been called happiness. Because you don't have to think about anything else.

Enjoying such a happy time would also be something like the next few days.

When it's over, Sheila won't be able to see Setuna's sleep.

I won't be able to stay by his side.

If there was no other way, there was no other way.

I didn't want to make any more sacrifices. How many people died for themselves. That's what killed so many people that they couldn't count. From something I don't know about my face or my name, to a close one, to a close one. I sprinkled my life for her, up to what grew up like a half body and talked about my dreams together.

That's enough.

Ceasel is an ordinary city, if you ask me.

If there's nothing special about it, it's not hard to live in. Except that the remnants of the Sydney mercenary regiment are giving it a margin of breadth here, there's nothing wrong with that either. And they rarely have, such as the Sydney Mercenary Corps causing problems. If there were, it was enough to say that anything that entered their tundra by mistake would wind up all the riches, something that could not affect the lives of the inhabitants of Ceasel themselves. On top of that, the presence of a mercenary regiment, which is not an exaggeration to say a rough group, shook up the rogues who had originally been in Ceasel, but rather contributed to security.

Apparently Abard's army stationed at Ceasel doesn't control the mercenary corps because there is talk that their presence has improved security.

Sheila was walking down the road to the tavern about what was serving as a stowage for mercenaries, organizing in her head the information Setuna and Ragna had gathered by ear. Naturally, there is Setuna next door, and Ragna is hidden in Setuna's nostalgia. Setuna told him to wait in the inn room, but because Ragna wasted time, he had no choice but to hide in his clothes.

Ragna, for some reason, doesn't want to leave Setuna. It was clear to her side that he admired Setsuna, but she didn't know why he liked Setsuna so much and didn't even try to leave the side for a moment, not to mention the primate of all things. Setsuna won't even know.

Sheila, as usual, weaves her coat and wears a headscarf deep in her eyes. He bundled it in one behind him and hid it in his clothes so that his long gray hair wouldn't spill out of his headscarf. The cloth bag with the Heart of Beast was held in his left hand, his right hand held Setuna's hand and even his fingers were tangled. If you step outside the room even more than you are playing newlyweds, you must always behave with concern for your surrounding eyes.

"You're choosing newlyweds."

Setuna pointed at the tip of her mouth, but Sheila played the couple very seriously. It's only an unknown realm for Sheila, who's never been married or socialized with a heterosexual, but in playing, experience doesn't matter much. All we have to do is recreate what we have seen with these eyes so far. Fortunately, the Aberd royal family had a good example. Brother Wang - In other words, Sheila's uncle Iseld-Abbard, when Sheila was a young woman, married Siddhana-Madhya, a courtier of the leading aristocratic Madhya family, after a passion, to show the heat that the whole royal palace might dissolve into its calories.

That was the first time Sheila admired marriage. Next is the wedding of Leongand and Nage, but what is burning in the back of his brain was Iseld's wedding and marriage. I mean, Sheila's just recreating Siddhana.

The figure of Siddhana, stuck to Iserd, whether in the royal palace or outside, has become the specialty of Bandor, the king's capital.

Eventually, we reached the Copper Shake Cage. On the road, the eyes of the Ceasel inhabitants were sore, but that was because they had become known as a couple of armed summoners who had made a scene in The Copper Shake Cage. But this wasn't a bad idea. Nothing more than that Setuna was fully recognised as an armed summoner. Setuna's recognition as Niewe, the armed summoner, meant that Setuna's identity would be less likely to be revealed, and I'm glad it was a wish or a fulfillment for the Sheilas.

Most importantly, the disturbances in the liquor store are known to the city of Cesar, which also means that there are people who have leaked the disturbances in the store externally. In short, there are some light-mouthed mercenaries in the Sydney Mercenary Corps. Sheila glanced at Esq for the reason she decided to discuss it in the back room.

“Sworddemon” Esq-Soma is a rare swordsman and proud warrior of the Sydney Mercenary Corps. Is that why, after no Captain Langleed, I am in a position to assemble a mercenary regiment as acting Captain? Although many of the remnants of the Sydney mercenary regiment admit him as acting head of the regiment, he doesn't seem comfortable with him. Of course, the fact that you would acknowledge your strength as a mercenary is heard in the heat of cheer sent to Esq during the battle against Setuna. But the power as a warrior and the vessel as a captain is a completely different story. It is difficult to bring together the mercenaries of Sydney, better known for their ruggedness.

If you're not as good as Langleed Zan-Sydney, there's no way you can do that. Not to mention the fact that until recently it was just one of the executives of the mercenary regiment, the story is overloaded. Still, he became deputy commander to survive the Sydney mercenary regiment so that the mercenaries would not lose their way on the streets, gathering mercenaries under Dorin-Nog and Remil-Folkray. He insists that it's a good idea to call him Esq himself, acting head of the regiment, etc., and even though he doesn't think it's a pattern. Still, someone has to be the leader to keep the mercenaries in one place. Doreen and Remill are too weak for that. Even Esq said he couldn't make all the members feel comfortable, but even though he was drunk, he couldn't possibly be out of hand with Dawlin, who had lost to Setuna, or the woman's Remill.

So Esque-Soma undertook to represent the head of the regiment.

It seems, however, that the Acting Commander and his men are in opposition to each other, and that was found by the information that has been in their ears to this day. If Sheila's identity had been revealed in the liquor store, it would have been known all over Ceasel overnight. In that regard, I can only thank Esq. He, at least, didn't seem to have spoken to his light-mouthed men.

The daytime liquor store was wrapped up in a different air than during this time. It may be because there was no sign of the mundane and painful mercenaries, or because the general audience can see them flashing, or it would have something to do with the bard rattling the strings. The song played by the poet sounded familiar. Beast princess battle song. It is a poem about Sheila Lewe-Abbard's brave battle, and the poem is Lena-Taural. The composer is unknown, but it is now a well-known melody, and sometimes the child is mumbling. But about a month ago, Sheila Lewe-Abbard had been executed, and it was thought that she would never be sung inside Abard.

Sheila glanced at the poet. A slightly longer man in a flashy costume was even playing an instrument on a stage prepared in a corner of the tavern. He lays down his eyes and concentrates his consciousness solely on the movement of his fingertips. I'm not even mumbling, probably because I'm forbidden to sing poems that glorify Sheila Lewe-Abbard. No, it may not be forbidden yet. You should consider yourself weighing in.

Sheila Lewe-Abbard was executed as a rebel.

If you mumble a poem of content that glorifies that traitor, it could be received as a rebellion against the royal palace. If the Royal Palace decides so, even if he doesn't want to, it's over. The royal palace should be nervous by now. Executing Uncle Taural and his clan fraternity for the sake of showing off is also a manifestation of that. Right now, you don't need to act like you're stroking the nerves of the royal palace.

Nevertheless, it was supposed to be dangerous just to play the song, but the poet, never stopped that hand. Neither the few, but also the guests in the liquor store, tried to stop the fingers playing the poet's instruments. Everyone seemed to be closing their eyes and listening, and Sheila couldn't help wondering what they were thinking and listening to the melody to glorify the Beast Princess.

Moving on inside the store, the clerk called me off. A young woman's clerk, she apparently remembered Setuna's face, taking his free hand and jumping. I hope she watched the battle with the mercenaries and also watched the fierce fight with Esq, Sheila had no choice but to glance from the back of her headscarf at the woman clerk who had publicly declared that she was in love with Setuna in that battle. He wraps his arms around Setuna's arms and leans over to show them off. I insisted on being jealous. It would be important to play newlyweds.

Although the female clerk was snotty, she led Setsuna and Sheila to the back of the store after the meeting. This tavern belongs to Esq-Soma. It seems that Esq never leaves the store, but the clerks know him as the owner of the store and he is quite respected.

The woman clerk and I broke up in front of the room. Shortly before breaking up, the woman clerk used her eyes on Setuna, but it didn't seem to work at all for Setuna, and Sheila lowered her drinks just a little.

When I walked into the room, Esq-Soma was waiting. He had long dark hair tied to one behind him, and also shaved his beard, as if he could say otherwise. But the expression is ironically distorted, as usual.

"Oh, isn't that the two of you who went around rambling in the store? What do you think this place looks like?

"... you called me"

Setsuna laughed as she clasped her shoulders as she sighed.