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

The trespassers into the front yard of the main house of the Window House were not alone in Esq-Soma. Dozens of inflexible men, who would probably be Esque-Soma's men, and the screams of the gate soldiers come in vain and sloppy. Some of them can remember their faces and names. Dorin-Nog and Remil-Folk Ray, among others, were well acquainted with Esq-Soma.

The Sydney Mercenaries had a connection to Keene-Window.

Mercenary knight Langleed Zan-Sydney, the leader of the Sydney Mercenary Regiment who died in the Battle of Endwidge, had a Keene-Window and a horse. Both were rooted Sheilas. Regardless of Keane, who is nothing but a politician, Sheila Lewe-Abbard, who takes the initiative to the battlefield for Langrid, who makes it his business to go out on the battlefield and cut lives, may have been the ideal master.

Keane had a crush on Langleed and often invited him home. Each time this main residence was filled with Sidonian mercenaries, and Zele was a troubled one. Zele sees it as nothing more than a bunch of Sidonian mercenaries and other rogues, and in fact, it did.

Every time a mercenary group visited the main residence, something in the mansion was lost. A mercenary must have stolen it. Sometimes the loss is discovered after the mercenaries return, nor can they pursue a mercenary regiment. If you sue Keane about it, he laughed a lot.

"The Sydney Mercenaries under the sky seem blind to luxury goods,"

That's all Keane said, there was no pursuit of the Sydney Mercenary Corps, or how he told Langrid such a thing.

"What would a windowhouse under heaven care about such a thing"

And said.

There is plenty of money. If what you need has been stolen, you can buy it again. If something unnecessary has been stolen, just let it go.

Keene-Window had a huge mess as a politician but not as a private person. It may also be due to the size of the vessels needed by the owners of the Window Clan.

"What's the mercenary scum like?

Zele inquired looking into Esque-Soma's eyes. Fifty or so resilient men hissing in the front yard, but have nothing to fear. There is certainty that they cannot do anything.

Currently, Sentier is under the rule of the Royal Abad Army.

In line with the public executions of Lehnheil Lars-Taural and his clan fraternity, security throughout the city became stringent.

It goes without saying that yesterday, on the twenty-sixth day, King Lieserg and his SS arrived and felt even more nervous. Sentier residents hope to refrain from even walking into the city's luxury, and Zele's ban on extra access to the main mansion was also a good influence. By remaining silent, I wanted to show my sincerity. It was hoped that doing so would result in a lighter disposition to the Window Clan.

I couldn't think of any better measures for Zele, who is not as politician as Keane. Of course, it did not come true, although yesterday King Reserg arrived at Sentier hoping for the street.

"Mercenary cruelty is tough"

"Fact."

"Absolutely."

Esq laughed thinly. I guess the spine freezing knob was proof that he wasn't mocking himself. He continues, with a chilling grin.

"You owe us. Am I right?

"... oh yeah. What does that have to do with this situation?"

What comes to mind with affirmation is the depth of the relationship between the Esq and the Sydney Mercenaries and Keene-Window. Keane and Langleed's friendship wasn't just because they felt right. We could say that we were using each other. Langleed used Keane's political skill, and Keane used the power of the Sydney Mercenary Corps led by Langleed to increase his voice within Abad.

Most importantly, that's not what Esq is saying. Zele, I'm talking about an individual.

Zele also used the Sydney Mercenaries. At that time, it was Dorin-Nog who served as the point of contact, and Esq-Soma who he said as his immediate supervisor.

"I want you to pay me back what I owe you"

"... right. That's good. I wanted to return my debt to you as soon as possible."

I had no objection to Zele. If you repay the debt, they will no longer visit this mansion. The fact that outlaws like them will no longer show up means silence will be preserved. Quiet. What this mansion needs right now is that. Quiet. Quiet is what might save the Window Clan.

The only way to wait for the storm to pass is to keep quiet.

Esq made a scene. And as he walks over to Zele, he goes in a whispering voice.

"Then the story is quick. Let me use the underground corridor."

"Underground passage? What are you talking about?"

"Don't be silly. That's why the Window Clan could be Sentier's ruler, and I know it."

"What do you mean?"

Zele was stunned because the words Esq uttered were the only information he could know about the man in the main house among the Window clan.

Sure, he was right. It was the underground passage strewn beneath the Sentier basement that was the source of information for the Window clan and the source of power to reign as a Sentier celebrity. There is a history of using underground corridors that have entered like labyrinths to gather information and hold the weaknesses of the hostiles or carry out assassinations. It's something only a human being in the window clan would know to be in the main house, and it's information about going out the door. Normally, it's not something Esq can know.

"Our captain, he was close to your brother."

"... that's the only place in the world that's missing."

Sigh. Keene-Window is a respectable figure, but that's the only place Zere wanted to understand. It was a man named Keane who was distracted by the fact that even Zeele was careful. Maybe there's no such thing as a perfect person.

"Well, but your brother wasn't a bad one. You treated sloppy people like us equally. I didn't hate it."

"I guess. Few people hate their brother."

"Are you that mouth, too?

"Me? I hated it."

Esq looked surprised when Zelle told him without a scratch. Because in public, he played a warm brother who admired his brother. Zele, acting only, had long jumped through. I would still be successful in putting up a void.

The Sydney Mercenaries are known for their wilderness. Even if they understood that there was no way they could have gotten their hands on it, if they had seen the alignment of its strong faces, they would have feared, and they would have behaved. Still, from them, Zele must seem flat.

"I wasn't a good brother. As a politician, I was perfectly close."

"Well... you know what?"

Esq has hammered him with such an unconvincing look.

"Well, that's it for the chatter. Shall I show you to the underground corridor?"

"... fine. I don't know what you're thinking, but don't name the Window Clan."

Nevertheless, I only had a bad feeling about it, such as using an underground passage under this circumstance. We must be prepared for the aftermath to come down, but if this happens, we can no longer do anything about it. Sticking them out to the Royal Army is also synonymous with strangling yourself. In other words, it's the same thing either way. Then you'd be happy to make them like it.

Zele exhaled lightly as he looked around at a group of mercenaries. Then we head to the mansion. You can only enter the underground corridor from the basement of the mansion.

"I know. Now you owe me one."

"Damn, you don't get along."

"You're the one who relied on us."

Esq's grinning voice was softer than usual. That's why. I never favor him. Sydney Mercenaries, etc., are nothing but things. If that was the case, I had to rely on something, if I thought it was my minute at the time, then I couldn't help but distort my expression sarcastically. Just a little bit, I thought I figured out how Esq felt.

"I guess. I understand very well that that's the difference in talent from my brother."

"Don't be demeaning. You're good enough too."

Esq slapped him in the back, and Zele smiled bitterly.

I never thought I'd be comforted by a man like the leader of a rogue.