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

"Ya, I'm just... what's wrong? Sheila."

Setuna turned into a strange look at Sheila's crap.

A demonic crystal lamp hanging at the main entrance of the battalion reflects her figure in the darkness of the night. Beautiful gray hair glowed pale and often stood out. It is reasonable if you intend to guard the battalion building by wearing the Black Beast Squad uniform and carrying the Summoning Armed Heart of Beast even though it is midnight. But there was no need, no reason, no reason for her to do that.

The building was originally to the point of leaving security to the City Guard. It's a crowded neighborhood in Wangdu. There was little or no need for security. but the attempted assassination of Setuna became a curtain of heightened security, and the "pale wind" sometimes served as an escort. Until the other day, too. The sweeping away of Leongand's enemies from the country had lifted the security that was tight and even loose by the City Guard. We should not be alarmed because the political enemies have been swept away, but only because there is no longer a need for security in the battalion itself, and the crowd city itself is still under surveillance by the city guard. The fact that the Lion's Tail building was targeted was not, as it stands, conceivable.

Besides, Sheila is not a Lion's Tail squad member. Setuna's subordinate, but he didn't have to work for The Lion's Tail, and Sheila should have been very aware of that.

"What's the matter and these things. I am the minister of Setuna, so I have been waiting for you to return."

"Well, Master Sheila, are you imitating me?

Lem gladly walked over to Sheila, probably because her tone was somewhat reminiscent of Lem. I get the impression that Lem's grammar is much stiffer than that, although it resembles the kind of speech that collapsed. And I even feel deliberate. It's something that Rem doesn't feel. That's kind of teethy.

"You don't look good."

When Setsuna gave her honest thoughts, Sheila smiled as much as she expected.

"I don't look good. It's not a problem. If you behave correctly as a minister, this must happen. Don't bother, even if it's a little tough."

"... no, but"

"Master Sheila's courtesy is perfect, but..."

Rem observed as he twirled around Sheila, making a difficult face.

"But?"

"No, you can't."

"Yes. Not at all."

"What can't you do?

Sheila was uncomfortable with the reaction, but Setsuna told her as if she were going to stop.

"I don't like it."

"Yes?"

She seemed distracted. It must have been a completely unexpected word. Setuna herself, not wondering what she was talking about, also thought it best to tell the truth.

"Dear Sheila. If you intend to take pride in your husband's ministry, you should start by understanding your husband's hobbies."

"Hobbies?"

"Your husband doesn't like being tough."

"But..."

"Whatever my hobby is, I don't want that from you."

Setuna bumped her thoughts toward Sheila eating down on Rem's opinion. If you're going to ask Sheila to behave as a minister, that should be the first thing she does. But Setuna never asked her for such a thing from the beginning. The same goes for Esq. Regardless, I understand my position. I also know that I should behave like a minister, Sheila right now. But then Setsuna is disgusting.

Originally, Sheila was an exotic princess. He was more than equal to Setsuna, who was originally the leader, although he added to the upper-middle distribution. And it was comforting for Setsuna to be like a comrade to such a princess. Though I can no longer go back to those days, I don't want you to act like a minister.

Of course, if that's what she really wants, there's nothing more to it than to accept.

Sheila was obviously making it impossible.

"It's a hobby!

Suddenly, Setuna, surprised that Rem had been stuffed, said back.

"Chin!

"So what is it!?

"You're here now!

"What!?

"So!"

Setuna sighed heavily, exhausted by Rem's opponent.

"... Shit, this is why my servant's number is in trouble"

"The time your husband plays with is a blessing."

"Sokai."

Respond appropriately and scratch your head. It's not that you don't believe Rem's words, it's just a lightning up. Rem stabs Setuna in the heart because he slaps those words in the face. It's all too embarrassing to take it directly from the front.

Then we turn back to Sheila. She stood in the middle of nowhere.

"What's going on? It doesn't look like it."

"Doesn't it...? Apparently, what is it?"

Perhaps Sheila threw away the hard words and actions she had just made because she was ridiculous when she saw Setuna and Rem's assertions.

"It"

"This?"

"Yes. Speaking of Sheila, it's in there."

Sheila flashed when even Lem quoted Setuna.

"I don't know."

"That's it, that"

"Yes."

"Damn... what the hell, you subordinate"

"You and I are obedient too."

"That's right..."

She dropped her shoulder like a twilight. Perhaps he realizes that there are no islands to install.

"So, what happened?

"Nothing."

I don't think so.

Setuna didn't miss Sheila turning a blind eye. If there's really nothing there, I don't think it distracts me.

"Nothing, really."

"I hope so."

"Mood swings...... I see"

"What's it gonna be?

When asked, Rem took Sheila's hand, all the more glad to ride himself out.

"Sometimes you want to dress like me, too, Sheila!

"Why does that happen!

"... that's what happens sometimes"

"Setsuna, I hope Setsuna wants..."

"I'm just kidding."

"Hey, what... are you kidding me..."

In front of Sheila's response, which seemed relieved and somewhat unfortunate, I didn't see the real deal.

"... I couldn't sleep after thinking about it."

"So you've been waiting?"

Sheila nods. When she grabbed the Heart of Beast, she gently put it up.

"... one battle, won't you?

"Fine."

Setsuna responded without one or two.

"In the middle of the night, is it?

"Please, lighter."

Setuna, when she gave instructions to Rem, headed to the backyard of the sleigh and the cavalry.

Faria was blurry and walking down the hallway of the camp. Midnight. Miliu fell asleep sitting in a chair, seemingly intending to wait for Setuna to return, but because of his tiredness in the site survey. After carrying her to her bedroom with Asura like that, Faria killed her time by blurring and looking out the window, unwilling to return to the hall. Asura said that she would sleep with Miliu, etc., so she left him alone. Miliu often sleeps with Asura these days. There will be no problem.

Yourself as it were.

I am, but I am who I am.

Myself as a vegetable.

Faria couldn't have known how happy she was to be asked for and accepted such a thing as a matter of course.

Faria kept being asked to be who she wasn't who she really was all along, the way she was born.

If only she had received life as the granddaughter of Lyohan's goddess of war, Fariah-Baldish. Still, it can be said that being given the sacred name Faria determined her fate.

Faria Belfaria-Aslalia.

Faria, Faria's grandson.

It was given such a name. You can't live like yourself, as you are, but as you want. I've never even thought about it that way. It was a day to move forward so that we could be one step closer to the goddess of war, Faria, or even half a step closer. When I was in the mood, I understood the greatness of Faria-Valdish as my grandmother and goddess of war, and I knew with concern that I had to look directly into my life given her such a name.

I am not only expected to be Faria-Valdish's granddaughter, I am also expected to succeed the goddess of war. That's what everyone in Lyohan sees. So were the students, teachers, fathers and mothers who studied in the same classroom, and my grandmother and grandfather, who saw it that way. Even the mountain protection conference that runs Lyohan, yes. It was moving as if it were a matter of decision that she was the next goddess of war.

No matter, my father and mother, Faria loved me as I was, and so did my grandmother. Even my grandfather. That's why he finally accepted that Faria would live as more than a goddess of war, just a human being, but rather pushed her back.

Ever since I was born, however, I had not changed the fact that I had been pressed for my ideal self as the successor to the goddess of war, nor had I ever questioned that. I've hardly ever thought it was hard. Because I thought it was my mission to respond to those thoughts that I was born as Faria's granddaughter.

Still.

If I knew that there might be one person on my side who wanted me the way I am, I couldn't help but think that everything so far could be fruitful with the things of the past.

Miliu's happy face is probably because she is also delighted to be asked to be the way she is. She has also lived a life where ideals can be pushed. That ideal, though very different from Faria's, would be the same to feel.

And then, looking out the window, I saw a figure heading into the backyard.

A brunette boy and a gray-haired woman.

It's Setuna and Sheila.

Faria smiled bitterly that her chest was stunned just to see the remnants of Setuna.

I'm in love.