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

Winning or losing was a flash.

It was settled in an instant.

It was Esq who got slaughtered first. That's for sure. I put my short cane aside and jumped into one leg. My legs hurt so badly, I was nowhere near the fight, but I silenced them. To die. I don't care if it becomes a battle.

The distance to Setuna, not so much. In one flight, the short cane blade arrives in time. But that means that the black spear's tip steps into the time it reaches, and if they take the later tip, the esc doesn't have one chance at winning. Setuna moves. Horizontal giraffe slaughter. As if it were a black storm, with such sentiments, he succumbed to fall to the ground and sent down the slaughter. Keep going in, and we'll make it. Waking up, he shakes his short cane up towards Setuna. Clash sound. Accepted in a pattern of spears. The tip of the short cane. If you were full, you would have torn up Setuna's body with every pattern of spears, but even that was unacceptable.

At the moment when the spear swirled, Esq put a foot payment on Setuna, but gently lowered back and was deflected. A slaughter carried out while dodging pays overhead. More penetration. Now roll out the penetration, not the slaughter. Same goes for them. A pitch-black tip clashed against the blade of a short cane and scattered a spark. It was the short cane that pushed and lost and missed the track. Flowing unopposed to its power, he dives into his nostalgia with Setuna's poking. Point at your lower abdomen and stick up your short cane. I can't hit it. Eye gaze. Setsuna's eyes are looking at this one. I'm out. The shock runs through my back. I was slapped to the ground. I tried to get up instantly, but was stomped on with my feet, and it wasn't the other way around. A pitch-black cut pierces my vision looking at the ground. The tip of the spear. There is no blood on it. On his back, he even got slapped on the patterned head.

Understand that you lost completely.

"Kill me."

While lying on the ground, the words I vomited at last with my thoughts were rather full of lucidity.

"This is where you die, and you're satisfied?

"Ha... if you're going to be killed by a black spear, any battlefield..."

Reflectively, Setuna's words echo behind her brain like nothing else. Comfortable echo. Why, feel comfortable. Think. The more you think, the deeper you fit in.

(Any battlefield...)

Do you mind?

Are you satisfied with this place of death?

Ha, face up.

Under a clear sky, a man was looking down at this one from the horse. The obnoxious armor helmet he wore seemed to indicate that the man was the commander of the army, which is why he singled in to kill the man. But I lost my bet. I don't want to die more than I lost. That was the way he fought with no place to go.

He, though meaty by a commander-like man, was kicked over and seized by his men.

I'm a mercenary, right?

The man, taking his helmet, laughed.

I don't know why, I laughed. I don't know, but I had to think there was something hard about the freshness of the man who had laughed behind the blue sky. The man, young. Too young for a commander, but that's not the problem. A man's word that he was a mercenary stunned him. Mercenaries. Mercenaries can't be acting as commanders or anything. Deceived, that is.

This must have been the enemy.

It was the big man on the main force that I was after my life. It is only natural to risk your life to take the general's head. And lost, everything was ruined. That's just it.

That's all I had to do, and then die. So I screamed and called out to kill him. If he doesn't kill me, I don't want him to be a prisoner. It's a disgrace to be a prisoner. Then I wanted to die. You just have to die and get rid of everything. Anyway, there's no place. Nowhere is there anything that will make me need myself.

I was only confident in the arm of the sword.

but the reality is that the arms of the sword alone can't help it. He had no family, no blood muscles, no back shield or anything but a way to secure his place besides raising his kung fu on the battlefield. So he put everything into this first formation. The special attack on the main force is also due to the stakes. If he could drop the main formation with one hand, his position would obviously change after the war. Become a winning actor. I should have been able to secure a place.

but lost, the prospect went off. There were no enemy generals in the main army, there were mercenaries, and they were far stronger than him. If you're going to lose to a strong opponent and get killed, it's your destiny.

'From what I've seen, I'm pretty good with my arms. Why don't you come to me if you want to?

The mercenary man has said that to him who wants to die.

He was flashy.

That can't be done - I didn't think so. At any rate, there is no other way than to be taken prisoner or killed on this occasion. If we could go back to the country, there would be no place. This unsuccessful raid on the main force definitely makes my shoulders even narrower. I am a lifelong loner with no parents or brothers. No matter where, no matter who worries, there's nothing like relatives.

"Mercenaries are mercenaries. I'm not guaranteed to be a regular soldier."

That's what the mercenary man went on about, but that didn't matter.

He accepted the offer of a mercenary man. And I threw away everything I've ever been.

Above all, I was happy. I was happy, I couldn't wait. For the first time, you admitted to yourself. He praised me for my skill. In my country, there was no one to praise and acknowledge him. No matter who he became stronger than, as one, he did not praise his strength. The victory in the swordsmanship tournament was also somehow revoked. Strong became a sin. It was also for that reason that I craved kung fu. Everyone and he wanted to get back at it.

I wanted you to admit it.

"I am Langrid. Langleed-Folk Ray. He's the head of the Sydney Mercenaries' unit. '

The mercenary man looked happy. That unyielding grin had the appeal of blowing away the backwardness of abandoning the country.

He could have said that Langleed fascinated him in an instant.

"Nice to meet you, Esq. From today on, you are my man."

When he took the hand he had been offering, it was no exaggeration when it came to the beginning of Esque-Soma's life.

I had a full day wondering what my life had been like so far. He ran through the field with Langleed and dived through numerous dead lines. During the days of battle, the arms of the sword became increasingly unpolished and only became known as the "Sword Demon”. Though I hated the two names “swordsman” meaning no less than the “sword ghost” in "The Pale Wind," it would be impeccable as a word to indicate one end of his prowess. Sure, "Sword Ghost” is strong. He was a tremendous sword user. But they also use subpoenas. He's just using his sword. It should not be compared.

That's how I got to know Dorin-Nog and fell in love with Remil-Folk Ray as I spent time as part of the Sydney Mercenary Corps. Remill, as its name implied, was Langrid's sister, and Langrid's overprotectiveness made her part of the mercenary corps. Mercenaries who seek battlefields do not have the concept of staying in one place. Langleed put her in a mercenary regiment to protect Remill, the only flesh parent, and Remill said he had forged himself to keep Langleed's hands out of trouble. We are caring for each other.

Eventually, Langrid became the head of the regiment and took over the name of Sydney. The Sydney Mercenary Regiment comes at its peak with Langrid as its leader.

It was only a few years ago that the Sydney mercenary regiment led by Langleed-Sydonia began to be based in Abad. Aberd-based because if Aberd had no trouble with the battlefield if the push from the surrounding countries was also intense, he was forced to stay in one place in order to push the Sydney Mercenaries to the next stage.

Langrid was trying to change the way a mercenary regiment rushed for battlefields. That's one of the reasons I broke into an exclusive deal with Abard. If you succeed in Abad and become famous for the Regular Army, even if there is no battlefield, you will not be eaten away. And to protect your family, you won't have to put your family in a mercenary regiment either.

Thus, the Sydney Mercenaries became second only to Abad's regular army, and Langrid was assigned the Knight. Langrid, a mercenary and knight, ran to politics to make his position even clearer within Abad.

The escs don't know. I don't know, but I believed there was no mistake in what Langleed would do. There is nothing but belief. This has been the case so far. Langleed couldn't have gone wrong. Langrid now has a mercenary, knight and politician face, and the position of the Sydney Mercenary Corps has become increasingly robust.

"I can be a regular army right away. In that case, Esq, your future will be cheap."

Langleed slapped Esq on the shoulder and laughed, but Esq laughed back, but in his heart, he didn't care about that. If you can stand on the battlefield with Langleed, that's all you need. I have a place. Some of them admit it. I don't need anything more.

You can keep doing this.

That's what I thought.

But.

'Esq, you can be stronger. I guarantee that. So survive.'

With the Battle of Endwidge, the Sheilas were put at a disadvantage. I still don't know why or why I was disadvantaged. The power should have been five fifths. Yet at some point I was put at a disadvantage.

The color of defeat is dark.

"Please Remill"

Langleed, that sort of thing.

If you asked me, I can't say no.

I wanted to die with you.

I wanted to run through with it and fight until I died.

The battlefield of Endwidge was the place to die.

But I didn't die. I couldn't die. He asked me to. Respectful and dear Langleed asked me to. He's the one who gave me everything. There's no way I can say no. There's no way I can refuse. There's no way I can ignore it.

So I survived...

And yet again, I'm looking for a place to die.

I feel like I've found a place to die, I'm joyfully brave enough to fly, and I'm about to be killed. They tried to kill me. The situation should please you. It's a delightful situation. But.

"Same..."

Esq, lying down on the ground, snapped. I no longer have the strength to fight it. A lot, I remember. I remember everything. Reasons not to die. entrusted. Thought.

"Same?"

Setsuna asks questions. He can't possibly understand what Esq's words mean.

Same word.

Similar situation.

Only the sky is different.

Night sky.

The stars, the light of the moon, and the magic light illuminate this wilderness.

"Same thing."

"What is it?

He's decent. I'm sure I don't know. It's something you can't possibly understand. I don't need to know. Problems handled solely within the esc. Matters. Others don't have to know.

So I said something else.

"Oh, you don't."

"That's right. You can't fight me. Who do you think I am?

"Ha ha... crying kids are black spears to shut up too"

The crying child also means exactly what it means to shut up.

The minename of the black spear Setuna rings in the neighbouring countries of Gandia. An armed summoner who has led numerous battlefields to victory by himself. Its results and a number of two names show how awesome he is. With the black spear in his hand, he's really strong. Even though my body had barely stopped moving, I couldn't fathom it with an escort, so there was nothing more than being strong.

"Wah. I knew this would happen. But I thought I was gonna die a little more."

The pressure on my back disappeared. Setsuna left her leg. Esq flipped his body by squeezing the remaining force. Lie on your back and put the sky in your sight. The blink of the stars in the darkness looked strangely beautiful. I wonder why this feels so neat. I'm not sure myself.

"Why... why don't you kill me"

"The battle is over. Kill me, what will it be?

His response was a word that the warriors, who had killed so many enemies, were likely to throw up, and even felt like the end of something that he was too used to killing.

"Is it over...?"

"Oh, there will be a Gandhian flag in the capital soon."

"... Am I?

Esq realized he was going to look suspicious. What Setsuna is saying is too much slapping.

"You did, didn't you? My military apprentice says he's a genius."

Speaking of military apprenticeships, I mean Ayn-Rajar. From one to ten in this battle over Bandor is according to his conceived tactics. Esq used that tactic to try to destroy anything. The battlefield becomes chaotic by launching an attack on the Charles Army as a unit under Setuna and making the Charles Army an enemy of the Gandia Army as well.

Esque-Soma's, there will be the chaos that Sydney Mercenary Corps funeral venues deserve - that's what I was thinking.

But Ayn-Rajar apparently foresaw even that. What's more, even the appearance of a fox with nine tails of white hair seems to have been used for Gandhia's victory.

"Ha ha... when the whole army was working together to take over the king's capital."

"Apparently so."

"So we had a conversation."

"You tried to get out of such a terrible guy. I can't."

"I can't..."

Rebellion, admit it. It was more reckless than it was to try to outmaneuver the kind of things that even that confusing situation would use for Gandia's victory. Understand with your sense of reality and know how ridiculous you were doing it. I mock myself, but no way.

"It's terrible that he's terrible!

"Actually, you're a terrible guy, Ain't you?"

"It's not terrible!

"I don't know what kind of military teacher is that?"

"And it sounds like Master Nares is going to be cruel!

"Yes, I am."

"Huh!?

"That one's terrible, too. Everybody, terrible."

Setuna said, the female officer seemed frozen. Speaking of nares, he should have been Gandia's military master and even served as the director of the organization that would become the staff bureau. If they say bad things about their direct supervisor, they'll harden up too. It's hard to believe Setuna is making Nares worse.

"I can't be alone."

"Yes, Admiral."

"Yeah?"

"You're a terrible man, too. I don't want to die, I want to live... enough, terrible."

"... I'm aware of that"

"Then no."

Then I turn my attention to Setuna. He's looking at this one too.

"I surrender, Admiral. Cook if you want, cook if you want."

That's why he didn't kill me.

I laughed like Setsuna was out there. The pleasant laughter was in such a condition that I had never heard of it since we met at Ceasel. By the time I was playing Neewe, I guess I had a lot of restraint. I can understand that without looking at his attitude.

"I'm the general of this battle. Disposal is what you want."

He has told himself somewhere in mockery. It would be half genuine, half sarcastic, etc. I don't even think I'll have to dispose of the Sidonian mercenary regiment that betrayed the Gandhian army, but given Setuna's position, it doesn't seem possible either.

He's a Gandhian hero.

"That's Gandia's hero."

"Anyway, follow me. Whatever you do, it's a stipend first."

"It's the mountains that I want to follow."

"What?

"I can't move..."

Esq spoke pitifully enough to know for himself. It's natural to feel sorry for yourself. In earlier battles with Setuna, he was putting out all his strength. It's time to have a conversation with Setsuna. There's no way I can move.

"Speaking of which, the guys who were hit by a nine-tailed fox were pretty much like that."

From that one word, it can be said that he has walked around the battlefield so far. To find the Esques, I suppose. A useful actor who ended the battle with Nine Tails, it should be called exhaustion. Whether or not he searched on his feet from scratch because he thought it was possible for the Esques to die when left to the others.

I can't read his thoughts.

"Okay. Let the medical team get here. And let's have the meal delivered. Is that all right?

"Ha..."

"What the fuck?

Setsuna looked at this one and looked strange. Unentrusted boy's face. Very, I don't think of you as a thousand war ghosts. I know that's attractive again.

Esq, staring into his eyes, told him with a sigh.

"I don't know... I just didn't think so, Admiral"

It's not like Langleed.

No, but I think that's okay.

Someone full of different charms, it's already too late when you realize that charm. It's too late. I can't go back.

I felt that, and he laughed bitterly.