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

Even in instability, the days pass.

Sensar's fortified life, which began at the end of May, also passed more than ten days.

The bizarre coexistence of only two women, and the dragon, to the roughly fifty or so much-suffering men, continues without any particular major problems.

There was hardly any replenishment from the "Shimmering of the Stars" pavilion, nor was it even like the Setunas would suffer from hunger. Mostly, because, just once, even at the scheduled time, no supplies arrived. According to the story, he was suspicious and monitored by Sentier's garrison forces, which meant he had to ignore the drop point of supplies as he had to shake off surveillance. However, there was nothing wrong with the delay in replenishment for about a day.

Supplies from the "Star Glitter" pavilion were good to call luxury. It was as if the master of the inn was giving away all his possessions, and Sheila was worried. When I told the former mercenary who was the owner of the carriage, he taught me that in a whisper.

"Actually, there's money coming from the windows."

Setuna and the others were surprised, but it wasn't even an unthinkable story.

The Window family, the Window clan, said that earlier lord Keene-Window was so sheila that his enthusiasm affected the whole sentient as to stain the sheila faction. After his death, the influence seemed to have lurked the ringing, but like the master of Inn, some still admired Sheila, and for her, neither hated death. It wasn't surprising that some of the window clans had inherited Keane's enthusiasm.

But Esq denied Setuna's view and laughed.

"It's Zele's silence fee."

If you let Esq tell you that even a few windows are publicly involved in Sheila and the rest of the arena raids, the political life of the windows will surely end. Even though the situation is that you are now on the brink of ruin, if you come there and reveal your involvement with the Sheilas, there is no question that you are upside down to the bottom of Nara.

It is more obvious than looking at fire that any human being slightly involved in it will be branded a traitor than Sheila's traitor by the announcement of the Abad government.

The Window family is just losing its position by Keene-Window's actions. It has also lost so much power that it is not an exaggeration to say that it once ruled Sentier, and so has its voice within Abad. In the meantime, what happens if you are branded a traitor? The centuries-old history of the Window Clan could also close the curtain.

Then we just have to seal Sheila's mouth.

"But I wonder how you found out about our connection to that shopkeeper."

"Do you think...?

"Survey?"

"Zelle bastard, you're only strangely sharp."

"Is it just...?"

'So I couldn't beat Keane. Keane had everything but an idea.'

Though I wasn't exhausted with Esq's story about the windows family either.

More than anything else, what Setuna cared about was Sheila.

Sheila had completely lost the brightness she was about to regain since the official announcement of the Abad government.

There were no problems with the days of the fort itself. The failure to find a thread to infiltrate the Royal Palace was a major problem, but even though life in the fort was harsh, nothing could have happened that would have been a problem.

So Setuna could also concentrate on keeping an eye on Sheila, and maybe she noticed her spiritual changes.

Night.

Heavy air is the usual thing.

The depths of this forest called Sensar were always filled with humid air and in some cases even remembered the feeling of drowning in the air. Cold temperatures, even during the day, would have been particularly low at night, and if the innkeeper hadn't prepared a blanket in his supplies, he would have had to freeze to sleep in the cold every night.

The floors and walls are made of stone. It was natural to be cold, and I sometimes thought it would be cold even if it was wrapped in a blanket. Early June. Summer is approaching the present. No, maybe I could call it early summer. But the depths of the Sensar forest were always cold, so I had to tremble in the cold at night.

In such cold weather, it is Ragna who makes it look the same as usual. Rounded little body round over Setuna's chest, sleeping well. Perhaps I don't even feel bitter about the primal dragon of all things, such as this degree of cold air.

You're all right.

Setuna watched the ceiling of the room as she gently stroked the sleeping dragon over her chest. In a room that doesn't even enter the starlight, a complete darkness is created. Even until my eyes wanted to get used to the darkness, it was just darkness everywhere I looked. I can barely tell how Ragna is, because he's asleep up close.

(Easy)

I envy Ragna for not thinking about it and spending her days in a slight way, because I know exactly who she is in distress right now. Nothing but pain can keep an eye on her troubled and tormented out. How good would it be if we could reach out and replace that suffering with even a few shoulders?

But I also know that if you do that, you just make her suffer extra.

Sheila is such a woman.

Setuna shifted her gaze next to her right.

In the darkness, only white hair appeared slightly floating. It's Sheila. More than a month after she left the Dragon House, Setuna and Sheila went to bed together. On the road to Aberd we took turns watching and one spent the night in the way of taking a nap, but after Ceasel it became normal to stay in the same room because we were to play the couple. No, Sheila didn't stop sleeping next to Setuna, although she no longer had to play the couple.

Setsuna thought it was only natural that there was no one else to rely on.

Strong mercenaries.

All the men I can count on, but that's on the battle side. It was a different matter when it came to relying on me in spiritual terms. In a spiritual sense.

"Can I count on...?

"I will."

Setsuna was surprised by the words she returned. Sometimes he meant to crush it all over his chest, and no way, because he didn't even think she was awake. Then I realize Sheila was staring at this one at some point. Did you wake up, or have you been awake?

"Setsuna is the only one I can count on..."

I could see her, inadvertently, moving her face closer to Setuna. Her face, which only seemed distracted, contoured and clearly shaped, appearing before Setuna's eyes. Better than the original, my hands were so close to each other that the depth of darkness had melted into the darkness, even the contours. Even if the part dissolved in that darkness is not clear, it becomes apparent.

"I think I understand very well why everyone relies on Setuna"

"I guess so."

Setuna felt Sheila had a different vibe and wondered if she should just take a little distance, but she was overstuffed with distance while she was thinking. Sheila's face is in front of her on a futon laid on the stone floor. My long white hair tip stroked my face and it was awkward.

"Yes."

Sheila was snooping directly into his face as well as rapidly approaching Setuna. If I lowered my gaze, her breasts were claiming that richness, but there was nothing there that would deprive her of consciousness, rather it was sheila's unsound attitude that I turned my attention to.

Apparently not.

But I also know that she's feeling weak, and that there's no choice. It doesn't seem like it. I can't stand it.

"Sheila?"

Setsuna called out concerned that she was staring at this one. Silent forest night. What you hear is the sound of the night, Ragna's sleep. And I must hear my heartbeat because I feel something different about Sheila staring at this one with a worrying look on her face. Feeling the colour from Sheila could be said to be rare.

Sheila stopped at a distance where her lips and lips were likely to touch each other, wondering if her face had approached silently. So I felt like time had stopped. Ragna's sleep, the sound of the wind, and the voice of the forest are no longer heard, and everything disappears out of consciousness.

"Sorry."

Perhaps it was because Sheila let go of her face that she regained her sense of reality. She was sitting back on the futon as she left Setuna with the momentum she had taken off her face.

"Why, apologize?"

Setuna stopped, looking at her like that, trying to put her hand on her chest to keep her heartbeat down. Above Setuna's chest is Ragna's sleeping figure. If you do that, you could wake him up. Instead I wrapped Ragna's little body with both hands and let it go of my body. wake up the upper body in that state. Move the sleeping dragon in both hands to the pillow, thereby finally allowing Setuna to focus her consciousness on Sheila.

She sat holding her knees on the futon. What he was wearing was clothes instead of bedtime clothes, and he was a man like her. The clothes and designs that Setsuna wears are the same, something that Esq pointed out and made fun of.

"... sorry"

Sheila went with a small voice as she buried her face in her lap. Understanding what she was apologizing for, Setsuna felt rather open. He doesn't expect that from her.

It's like apologizing.

"When it's all over, that's when..."

"... you know"

"Yeah. Poppy. Because I've made up my mind."

"What is it? I mean, go ahead and talk to him."

Setuna had trouble with Sheila's succession of one-sided remarks. That was the word that came out after the trouble and made Sheila laugh bitterly.

"Hehe."

"What the fuck?"

"No, it's nothing"

"Nothing. You're laughing."

"Yeah."

"I see."

Sheila laughed small again as Setuna swelled.

Only her slight laughter echoes slightly in a space where there are only other sleeping lagnas. The cold air in the forest, the low temperatures at night and the cold caused by the combination of stone fortifications also had little effect on Setuna today. It's because your body temperature is strangely rising.

That and this is Sheila's fault, he pushed the blame on her, as well as watching the princess hold her knees in the dark.

"Setuna."

She came running at things she didn't even think about, wondering if she'd accidentally opened her mouth.

"... I'm glad you're here. If it weren't for you, I'd be here by now..."

"Was he dead?

"I guess so. You were killed and you were dead, you refused your life... and you were dead anyway."

Sheila did not deny Setuna's questioning. On the contrary, this is what's been going on.

"I feel like dying now."

Her feelings were painfully clear.

Of course, it's not entirely understandable, and I don't know everything. But if my family tells me I want to die, it's something I want to die too. No one can blame her for her despair in the world. Live, it may be more difficult.

"There's a hell in this world where you can say you'd rather die -"

It was Sid Zan-Rufaus's words that passed the back of his brain. Perhaps his words are also true. Certainly Setuna doesn't know everything about this world. Not that I've ever tasted living hell. Hell that Setuna knows is a harsh battlefield, a world where thirst for and obsession with raw life swirl. There is no such thing as better to die there, etc. Often everyone wants raw and struggles to grab it raw. That would be something completely different from what Sid called hell.

"If you die, it will be easier, and your mother's wishes will come true"

"You have no idea what Sheila's mother really wants."

"Rest easy, it's"

Sheila looked at this one and went.

"There's no reason for those knights to lie to me. You don't even have to imitate what upsets me and targets that gap."

The meaning of the words she has been saying was also understood by Setuna. It's the Knights of Benoagard who have the strength to kill Sheila as well as to upset her. If we were to deal at the same time with three knights of incredible power who were also different from the summoning armies, there was no question how impossible it would have been to cut through any of the beast princesses, and without Setuna and Ragna, they would have been lightly killed. With the strength of the knights, it wasn't always difficult to kill Sheila.

The restrictions they had allowed them to escape from that place.

"So I want to know. Why does your mother want to kill me?"

"Then you won't die, will you?

"Oh... I can't die, I guess"

Sheila was powerless to reply. It's powerless, it's not powerful. All the voidness swells up, such a voice. That's why Setsuna went with a strong tone.

- Don't die.

"Is that an order?

Sheila looked at this one and smiled small and bitterly. She is a princess of Abard, but she is now one of Setuna's men. Sheila's title is the captain of Uncle Negro's private army, the Black Beast Squad. Setuna's right to order was supposed to be alive more than she had given back that title.

"Oh, it's your Lord's command, Uncle Lian."

"Then we have to comply."

Sheila chuckled and twirled into the blanket.

That was the last time she smiled in the land of Abad.

Because the next morning there was a major incident that rocked Abard's land.