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

"In the end, the delicious part is a word to the impudent master who was taken by his disciples"

Maybe it was because the booze was starting to spin that Lux-Vain abandoned himself and blurred.

After the triumph, the main personnel of the mercenary bureau had also been invited to the feast of the victory celebration held in the Grand Hall of the Royal Palace, sometimes referred to by King Mizu Leongand as an opening greeting, and Lux had entered the Grand Hall with the Sigurds. But at the end of Leongand's greeting, Sigurd followed the sleaze and the great hall, so Lux learned from it as well. Ahead of the sigurds headed, members of the "Pale Wind" and "Red Wings", as well as “Sword Saint” Tran-Cargilius, were waiting.

Sigurd wanted to drink and thrive with a bunch of rough mercenaries rather than go around in the Great Hall doing something similar to getting regular soldiers, civilians, and nobles in the mood. The feast of the victory celebration was played out all over the Wang du Gandion this evening. In order for the citizens of Wangdu to dissipate the prolonged period of martial law depression caused by conspiracy, there is a fuss all over Wangdu, and the feast is open in that.

Everyone was drunk and obsessed with the feast of victory, and Lux was drunk and realizing that he was rarely starting to get drunk. Occasionally, I wonder if I could have nights like this.

"I did what I could do. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?

"Right. I think you did everything you could."

Sigurd went to each one, eating the whole roast bird, while Jin narrowed his eyes to the fruit liquor that he had brought back from Maldia.

"... makes me cry over the kindness of both of you"

When Lux was appropriately gaveling at those two reactions, he felt pressure from nowhere.

"If you want to cry, can I cry? With my chest."

It is the Benedict-Fitline, whoever it is, that has stuck to Lux's shoulder and smelled of booze. The "Red Wings" women's leader is freed from the usual heavy armament, dressed in feminine clothing and infused with an unprecedented fragrance of colour.

"Hey, you drunk, do something about it"

"Who's drunk?"

You didn't like Lux's reaction, Benedict pulls his bright red face extremely close, staring at him. I'm totally drunk, but he's not aware of me.

"Wherever you look, you're in the middle of a tangle."

"I want you to tell me exactly where the tangled liquor is."

Benedict, pulling the chair next to Lux, lowered his hips in large part. And I made sure to bury my face in Lux's chest. I have the impression that I'm doing whatever I want to be drunk. Benedict is a beauty with no complaints, but it was troublesome to get involved in Lux wherever he drinks. Besides, Benedict is a fierce warrior and a mercenary leader, and nobody tries to flatter her drunk as one. Maybe I have the idea that even if I get drunk, it's only about Lux who gets annoyed.

It was not in the royal palace compartment, but in the corner of the pleasure district in the old town, where hundreds of mercenaries were disturbed, that the two major mercenary regiments cooperating with Gandhia were feasting. The relationship between "The Pale Wind" and "Red Wings" is never bad. Sometimes the leader of "Red Wings" sneers at the "Pale Wind" assault captain, but it is significant that he has experienced the same battlefield more than once. It's a pattern of mutual respect. What a smile the sight of the members of both mercenary regiments shouldering each other singing songs and comparing their drinking. Though.

"Nobody's trying to help me... what's going on"

As Lux was halfway down, the siggled after eating the whole bird grill laughed slightly.

"Everybody's rooting for you."

"Why!?

"Well, it's not a bad thing to have a belt."

is gin. He is a strange face. Then Benedict looked up peeling and hugged Lux.

"Well, that's what your favorite captains say. Oh, it's time to get ready and marry me. Hey. I'll be happy."

"... you know"

"If I ever lux again, it's true, I want to burn..."

She fingered Lux's cheek when she came up with something she wasn't sure about. He then buried his face on his chest without force and moved it over his knees so that it flowed off. Lux looked at her like that blindly, but also thought there was nothing else to accept along with a bitter laugh.

"... I fell asleep"

"Have you been too drunk? Too bad."

"What are you sorry for?"

"When you marry Benedict, I think it's funny."

"What's so funny?"

Sigurd was just looking at this one as Lux sipped his liquor while he was so good. The look that reminds me of a wild beast falls in love whenever I see it. It must not seem as though the eyes that are always searching for prey represent his essence. Sigurd is a warrior of the roots. Being a warrior is all he has, and maybe that fact keeps Lux here.

"I'm sure you'll make a good family."

"Captain, we need to find someone to marry."

When Lux waved the subject, he waved and denied.

"I'm fine."

"It's not good. I recommend you marry my men, and there's no such thing as a good worm story about me piercing my celibacy."

"The Pale Wind is like my family."

To Sigurd's word, Lux held his breath. Family. One of those words stabs my heart.

"You need to have a family, hey."

"... when they say so"

"Nothing, right?

In the moonlight, Jin is smiling. The vice president, who rarely took off his glasses, looked more drunk than Sigurd.

"So, even if you recommend Sig to marry you, hey"

"Sig......? It's a nostalgic name."

"On a night like this, you wouldn't mind, would you?

Jin's unusual behavior toward Sigurd seemed to show the depth of the relationship between the two. Jin and Sigurd are dating so much older than Lux. I've known Sigurd since before he became the head of the "Pale Wind" regiment, and that's what Jin called Sigurd, I've heard and known before. Sounds like it was a while before Lux met the two of them.

"Oh... because you're drunk"

Sigurd gave me a slightly happy look. Jin is usually committed to behaving as a deputy commander. Wherever you are, you make a statement that you take a step back as deputy commander. For Sigurd, maybe that was a little lonely.

Is that why?

"Family..."

"If we had a family, we'd stop running mercenaries and try to serve in this country. Anyone. Even I might. So I'm not getting married. I'm abandoning a family called" The Pale Wind. "Oh, I can't. Hi."

"That's the captain. I'm putting the regiment first."

"Bye. I've been giving Gandhia all my life. You have to take care of yourself till the end, you're lying."

"I agree."

Jin looked out the window and went. His side, lit by moonlight, honors a soft smile sometime.

(That's what you guys are, so I am)

Lux laid down his eyes in the happiness of being able to drink with two great benefactors: Sigurd and Jin. The face of a female mercenary sleeping on a pillow with Lux's knee in sight. I don't hate her, either. I don't think it's a bad idea to get married. I just can't make you happy, so I can't respond to you.

That was well understood in this battle.

In the battle against Maxwell-Alkiel, yes.

The demon-like summoning armies, which boasted immense power, could not be helped by The Lion's Tail alone, with the participation of Urk, Cain-Vivre, “Sword Saint” Tran-Cargilius, and Lux. Still, Maxwell's demons continued to rave, and the Luxes were put at a disadvantage. Never before has there been a direct opposition to such a formidable enemy, this way that Lux was born. Far more overwhelming than any enemy ever confronted, the Thirteen Knights. It wasn't what he was, such as his opponent who couldn't defeat him using the dragon's breathing methods and summoning arms.

He had to be ready.

Otherwise, you could lose sigurd or gin.

For him, there was no one more important than Sigurd and Jin. If it was enough to lose both of you, you'd be far better off throwing your own lives away. So much so that he seemed to care about the two of us, and for that he was determined.

"My resolve has been wasted..."

"Hmm?"

Sigurd blamed me, and Lux was annoyed. No way, because I didn't think you were in my voice. He's pretty drunk.

"Talk Over Here"

"What the fuck?"

"Talk about a good place my apprentice took me"

"Not again."

I laugh like a siggle.

To protect such a smile, Lux thinks.

Determination and readiness.

You can't lose two sigurds and a gin.

You two are special. One of the few specials for Lux. Benedict is also a particularly intimate pattern, but it can't be the same for both of us. For Lux, Sigurd and Jin are life itself. So if it's for the both of you, it's as easy as burning your life.

But don't take the scene the wrong way.

There is only one life.

How to use that only one life.

If you use it the wrong way, it just drains in vain. I just die pointless. And I won't be able to protect you both when it's at stake.

(Where life is...?)

I thought that was the battle with Maxwell-Alkiel.

In desperate circumstances, Lux tried to use a last resort. As long as it was activated, the situation should have been any better. Ability of Gravestone. I just saw that expression once. It was something that overshadowed despair and gave hope.

That's why Lux tried to use it against Maxwell-Alkiel.

But it didn't have to be.

Because Setuna showed up with the giant and he kicked Maxwell-Alkiel in the ass. At the dazzling end of the day, the Lux lost their words.

And I guessed. The turn of Gravestone, he said, was yet to come.

If, at that time, Gravestone's abilities had been activated, Lux would have wasted his life. Setuna knocked me down, so it would be pointless for Lux to have spent his life. If his arrival had been a little later, I'm sure, Lux would have burned his life and wasted his life.

In that sense, I was grateful to Setuna.

The fact that we didn't have to use Gravestone meant that when desperate situations finally came up again, Lux had a turn.

Most importantly, there is no chance that such a situation will not come, and as long as Gandhia continues to make the leap, it will be more likely there.

A monster like Maxwell-Alkiel is not what he is.

Tran is alone, drinking.

Since his defeat in Maldia, he, as a mercenary, had a contract with Gandia. Originally, it was also as a mercenary that I contracted with the Maldia rebels, who no longer had to keep their contracts with them than the rebels had escaped Maldia. The rebels took off Maldia on their own. There was not a single apology to the trans. Not surprisingly, there was an idea that mercenaries and others should be thrown away as pawns. I remember the rebels' ratings for the trans were significantly lower.

Most importantly, it was Anyan-Lyon and Cuyun-Besserias that Tran responded to his contract with the Gandhian army. They were fractured and had to focus on their care. There's no way I can put the two of you down and go after the rebels on my own. They are important apprentices to Tran.

The story of the Gandhian army helping us with our two treatments was very fascinating.

And sometimes it was that if we made a deal with the Gandian army, we might be able to fight the Knights of Benoagard.

Nor is it attractive to him.

Fighting was everything.

The strength of the knights, known among the Knights as the Thirteen Knights, is seen and known in the Battle of Maldia. Powerful men comparable to the black spear Setuna. It's impossible as long as you belong to the rebels, such as crossing swords with them. Regardless, belonging to the Gandhian army meant, on the contrary, that you would no longer be able to fight black spears, but given the two disciples, it goes without saying which is better.

Most of all, his hopes of fighting the Knights had never been better.

There was a conspiracy in Gandhia, and the Gandhian army returned the army to try to conquer the conspirators.

Tran went along with it and kept running until today.

It was a long fight, but I had something to gain.

I was able to find a delicacy called Lux-Vein. That's bigger than anything. And that convinced me that it wasn't a mistake for him to go down to the Gandhian army.

Talents as talented and capable as he is are not.

A flesh that can fully demonstrate its rare talents.

I'm glad to say it's rare.

He learned how to breathe like a dragon. Tran himself, it was something he wore naturally while playing with the dragon, but he didn't get it overnight. Its extremely unique and difficult way of breathing to reproduce in the human body required years to be spent taming the body. And yet, Lux made me try to imitate it just by looking a little bit. The shock and surprise was so much since the beginning of Tran's life when he understood that fact.

It can be more of a shock than when you encounter a dragon at a young age.

It was an undesirable joy for him to be able to run the battlefield with the bearers of so much talent, and the loneliness without his disciples was disputed.

I wonder how far he will go up and down. How far will it continue to run and, at last, transcend human limits? Just thinking about it exhilarated my mood and the liquor felt good.

Tran thought it was extremely rare for me not to like alcohol.