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

"Did you get fucked up?

It was the next twentieth day that Lux-Vain showed his face in the hospital room.

"You're no hero in heaven."

The silver-haired “sword ghost” has the same poor mouth, and Setsuna also had to look pitiful because it is something that comes flat out saying something like applying salt to Setsuna's wound. Look at Setuna like that. Lux seems to be having a lot of fun.

"Well, don't worry, the world hasn't lost that much reputation."

"That's it, isn't it?"

"You bet. Gandhian hero, defeated by a phony...... now it's weirder not to lose your reputation"

"Ugh... don't you have a choice? I lost."

"I'm too cautious."

There is no such thing as forgiveness in Lux's words.

Rem was immovable as usual, but the lagna on his lap tingled. There will be no such thing as him being attacked because he properly explains that he is a sword master and an important one about Lux, but just in case, I put my right hand over his back. The spiciness of Lux's words and deeds to Setuna has not begun right now, but it may be a little exciting for Lux and the less familiar Ragna.

Lux-Vein. The user of the sword who makes him the assault captain of the mercenary group Pale Wind and leaves the name "Sword Ghost” wanting. It's amazing enough to say that nothing would rival his sword moves using Summon Armed Gravestone.

His eyes are, as usual, cold. I guess that's what the relationship between the master and the disciple makes you do. At least, regular Lux is not a cold person.

"You've been winning and you've been chronic, haven't you?

"Master"

"Hmm?"

"I'll just be clear about this, but I'm not alarmed. And, of course, the chronic mind."

I knew from the beginning that I wasn't the one who could be caught off guard. The family of the Black Spear was also the target of the Edge of Thurst and its users. A slight alarm can kill you. No, in the first place, the fight against the armed summoner itself is, if you stay alert, you lose. And defeat is death. So there's no way to be alarmed. There's no such thing as a chronic mind.

I don't have the feeling that I've been beating that.

"Heh. I wasn't alert, I wasn't chronic, and... that's what I meant by that."

Lux has been laughing sarcastically, but Setuna just quietly admitted it.

"Yes."

"Do you say it all? All right. If that's it, I'll admit it. You mean you lost on strength, not alarm or overconfidence?

"Yes."

When Setuna affirmed lightly, Lux narrowed his eyes. After a moment of silence, I open my mouth.

"... capability"

"That's what I mean"

"It depends on your ability to win or lose."

"Neewe's Summoning Armed Edge of Surst is also supposed to be a Black Spear family member."

"Black Spear's family? Just like Lance of Designer or something"

Naturally, he talks to his master, Lux, about Lance of Designer and Mask of Dispair. A pitch-black spear summoned by Wayne Bersein-Teulos and a dark black mask used by Craig Zem-Midnas. Both had the power the Black Spear's family deserved. Though the pitch-black spear showed no peculiar ability, its overwhelming attack power is comparable to that of the black spear, and Wayne's strength has left a vivid impression as a formidable enemy.

Even in the dark black mask, in the end, it struggled. This one should have been flirted with by his abilities, or a trap prepared for his surroundings, stripped his fangs. It may be more right to struggle with the situation than to struggle with the dark black mask itself, but I'm pretty sure Mask of Dispair and Craig figured it out by hand.

Compared to both of them, Neewe was out of the group.

"I see. Is it natural to struggle?"

"It's just an excuse, though."

"Right. If you're a Gandhian hero, you deserve to win if you're a black spear Setuna. We have to win. That's your role. You're the one who's been winning so many times. In order for you to continue to be you, we must continue to build up our victories."

"... Yes"

"If you lose and die, it's over. We were only lucky to survive this time. Keep that in mind for your liver. If they're going to kill you, even more so."

"Yes."

I can only nod because I know it doesn't have to be said. I don't need to be told again. But it is also true that the more he was told, the more his pity would emerge, and Setsuna bit his teeth into the situation in which he was placed, staring into Lux's eyes.

As Lux looked out the window, he went.

"Nevertheless, Niewe Raam-Alsur...... Prince of the Empire"

Your Majesty tells me not to fight.

"I guess it's natural. If you kill the prince, there is no way the empire will remain silent. And in Gandhia right now, you can't just turn the empire against your enemies."

Lux had a distant eye. Maybe even imagine in the future when Gandhia and the Empire were to fight. Second, that's the idea. Then, Lux looked at this one and did it.

"As far as I'm concerned, it's not a bad idea to try and fight the Empire."

"Huh?"

"I'm kidding. Fighting against an empire that boasts millions of troops, there's no way Gandhia can be safe, and what happens to me. No, I don't care about me. We could lose the captain, the deputy captain, the regiment."

Lux said so, but from the way he put it, if he were to fight the Empire, he himself didn't seem confident that he could survive. Excessively confident people, too, would be if they dealt with a superpower called the Zaion Empire.

Lux is a master of swords. I was powerful enough to say that there was nothing to go out to the right regarding the arm of the sword, and I wondered if it was too much to say when it came to Superman. But he's human. Being human means you have limits on your health, and no matter how much you work out, you can't stand a long battle. There's no way you can keep fighting tens, hundreds, or millions of troops against you.

Even Lux does. Normal - but also arguably fierce warriors - mercenaries, starting with Sigurd-Foliar and Jin-Krall, couldn't stand it either.

That's not just about "The Pale Wind".

It's about the entire Gandhian army, and naturally it has something to do with The Lion's Tail. Armed summoners are strong. but like regular people, if you don't have an inexhaustible amount of health, you can't keep fighting unlimited. The same goes for Setuna. You'll do your best as you fight. If you do your best, no matter how black spear user you are, you will be killed with the ease of twisting your baby's hand.

So, starting with Leongando, many humans fear interference in small groups of nations by the three main forces, starting with the Empire. At the end of the day, Gandhia is swallowed up and destroyed by overwhelming quantities, unable to resist.

"... right"

"It's gonna be hard to avoid a fight when they're after you, but it's for everyone."

"I know."

"I'm glad you're obedient to Your Majesty."

It didn't seem like it, and Lux laughed at me. It wasn't ironic, it seemed like an honest sentiment, though that was weird for Setsuna and had to erupt.

"Anyway, it's about curing now. The captain is worried too. Without you, Gandhia wouldn't have walked away, and then there's no point in being a mercenary director."

"Looks like Mr. Sigurd."

"You've got to be kidding me. When your body wounds heal, I'll work you back out from scratch, so be prepared."

"From scratch, is it?

My spine got cold only because I remembered Lux's harsh training.

"You bet. You can't move your body until you've recovered from exertion. And then what happens? Your muscles will fall and your health will decrease. If you don't work out again, you won't be able to escape Neewe."

"I know that."

"Then you're ready. I'll show you hell."

Setuna was just confused when the look on Lux's face, who had told him delightfully, appeared to be the look of a ghost in hell.

Of course, I know it's a luxurious care. He's been paying attention to Setsuna for a while now. Strict reprimands are the same as encouragement. Encouraging Setuna to arouse. Because I can see that, Setuna doesn't dislike Lux, she rather likes him more and more.

I'm pretty sure you were right to call him a teacher.

"What the hell is that?"

After Lux left the hospital room, Ragna groaned uncomfortably.

"I told you. It's my master. of the sword."

"I know that. But I don't like it very much. Aren't we looking down on your troubles?

"Master, it's no wonder they're looking down on you."

"Are you okay with being looked down on?

"Nothing."

Setuna grinned lightly as she stroked her fingers between the wings on Ragna's back. Ragna narrows her eyes so that she feels comfortable. Ragna apparently likes to be caressed there. Does it feel good to have broken muscles?

"Hmm... Speaking of which, don't you learn how to use a sword when it comes to being a spear user?

"Oh."

"Why not?

"... well, because there was no one else to master, and because the master was not an armed summoner, but a user of summoning armed men."

I asked for a teacher because I felt the need.

I had similar thoughts about the certainty that instead of swinging black spears as they were, they would keep swinging by black spears. Therefore Setuna sought a master, but the master could not be an armed summoner. There were excellent armed summoners around. So did Faria, and so did Ruufa. But not with him or her.

Teaching an armed summoner was a consultation that Setuna, who was not a biological armed summoner, could not do. Setuna, who is also not an armed summoner, teaches an armed summoner, which would mean learning the art of armed summons from the ground up. It is said that mastering the art of armed summons will take at least ten years. If Setuna doesn't even have the foundation, it might take longer.

I can't spend that much time.

So Setuna was not an armed summoner, but a mentor to the lux of summoning armies. I would have looked for another person if Lux hadn't given me permission, but with him acknowledging that Setuna would be his disciple, that was no longer necessary.

More than a year has passed since then.

Setuna was able to be strong thanks to Lux's rigorous training. At least, I would have been able to look like myself a year ago. If my health changed, my health increased dramatically.

"I mean, because he's a swordsman?

"That sort of thing. Well, it feels like you're learning the basics of battle."

"Master Lux is a tough and gentle man, and as your master's teacher, you have no more."

"Oh. Exactly."

Kindness, it shows little, but it was also just the right salt plum for Setsuna.

"If that's what you're like, you are. I don't like it."

"I'm not asking you to like me. Because you are you."

"... you're so sweet."

I don't understand the meaning of the words Ragna has been going through as she looks up at this one.

"Huh?"

"That's not the kind of guy you admire. I guess that means it's a little promising."

"What are you doing here? It's my master. It's not about the prospects or anything."

"I know. I know."

Ragna's, that was like giving up a kid. Setuna let her mouth snap and snap.

"You don't understand, absolutely"

"Ragna is a stranger."

"A priest of all things is not a good idea."

"Ugh."

"Hehe..."

"Oh, my God. Laugh at each other, you're so sweet."

"Oh, my God!

"Are you sick!

Setuna blocked both ears against one and one shouting at the same time. Then I tell you.

"So don't make a scene. Maria's gonna piss you off."

"Ugh..."

"Well, that's right... you'll be handicapped."

Ragna and Rem looked at each other and laughed deliberately. He and she, about twice, are mad at Maria. Neither the primate of all things, nor the reaper, seems to rival the ruler Maria in this ward.

Seeing how one such person and one, Setsuna laughed small and dived into the futon. I've seen Lux for a long time, or I was oddly tired. Talking to Lux involves tension. To Lux, I'm not learning how to handle a sword. Of course, I use a wooden sword to train, but what I'm learning from him is better, like the nature of combat. Various things that could be learned because they were “swordsmen" of hundred warfare smells made Setuna have respect for Lux and make her nervous just to confront him.

The comfort of opening up from such tension invited Setuna to sleep.

"Good night, your husband. Have a good dream..."

In his sleep, Rem's voice was pleasant to his ears, as if he had understood Setuna falling into his dreams.