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

The heavens and the earth are shaking.

I'm roaring, I'm shaking.

No.

He understands that it is not even this flesh that is trembling, but the soul that remains in a sense of loss. But I couldn't do anything because I understood, and while I couldn't do anything, I just had a trembling heart.

We just have to admit that our souls keep trembling, as if we were illusions of heaven and earth shaking.

I can't fill an empty hole in my heart.

What I lost remains lost forever, and I can't make it up to you any more than I can get it back.

At that time, he understood as if.

How much I have cherished and cherished him.

He was a family member.

Since sometime, it has been like that for him. Bloodless family. No one in "The Pale Wind" thought so, but essentially only the two of them could have been his family.

Jin-Krell and Lux-Vein.

Only those two were careless patterns for him.

That's why the moment I lost one of them, there was a hole in his heart. The hole, at first, should have been small enough for the thread to go through or not. But the hole had grown bigger by the day and was now large enough for the majority of the mind to be hollow.

To the point where you no longer even know what you are, there is so much blank space in your mind.

Losing a man is something I'm used to.

It can't be the first thing to do, like get out on the battlefield and end up without anyone dying. One or both of them dies. More than ten of my men have lost their lives. Initially when I launched the mercenary regiment, every time I lost a subordinate, I broke my heart. But I got used to that, too.

To die on the battlefield is like a mercenary who earns money on the battlefield.

Lose your life today to eat up tomorrow.

It was a routine tea meal, and I can't hold myself if I'm heartbroken by that. I'm the captain. It's a groundbreaking story, such as taking responsibility for the lives of all my men. From one point on, I tried not to think deeply. If you don't think deeply, if you don't face it, you won't even have a hole in your heart.

That's how I've dived through my days as a mercenary.

So no matter how many men lost their lives, they could stand it. I don't care, so I can't stand it.

But Lux, no.

Losing an older, overdone brother is different.

I felt pain like cutting myself.

"Hey."

Far away, voices.

It's a new voice. Young, leaving young people as young as boys, had been allowed to join this unmotivated and nothingness group since the Sigurds began to lead a nursing life in Enjour, at the discretion of Ginn. If "Pale Wind" doesn't plan to resume its activities, even though it hasn't decided what to do in the future.

"It looks like Lux."

I was interested in Jin's words, but Sigurd thought, at first glance, no.

"Whatever!

When I opened my eyes to depression, my sweat spilled out of my eyelids and poured into my eyes. My whole body, it's sweaty. He is so sweaty that he can no longer move as much as sweat can get into his eyes. My body is warm enough to stay naked and not feel cold in the middle of winter because I had been exercising so hard for so long.

As a result, he was exhausted, resting. At the end of the break, I was going to resume my workout again, but the new call prevented me from doing so too.

"Are you listening -? Hey, hey, hey, hey!

"Shut up! I can hear you, I can't hear you!

Nor did that sigurd put up with his insensitive voice, but woke up his upper body and raised his voice. The Lord of the Voice stood right next to him, trying to peek into the sigurd where he fell asleep on the ground. He was still a man who probably left a boyhood shadow, and his name was Idyll-Moog. Twenty years old from Enjour. Apparently, there's not a single resemblance to Lux. Dark-haired, blunt-eyed, very different from Lux. Sigurd had no idea what Jin regarded as resembling Lux, etc. There must have been some similarity in the gin.

This was the garden of the Cui Deer Pavilion annex, where members of the "Pale Wind", including Sigurd, practiced on a daily basis. The ground will be stained with the blood and sweat of the members.

"Oh, it's finally happening. I thought you were asleep."

"Then let him sleep."

"That's not how it works."

"Am I?"

"If you want to see me, you're here."

"Master Hate is out. Call me something else."

"Hey...... that's just it"

"Hmm?"

"Discover Mr. Sigurd on the go"

"Ha...?

Looking to his nostalgic voice, he discovered two people walking through the garden of the annex. They were both familiar faces. Ayn-Lajar and Astar-Lanadies. No, was it Ayn-Lanadies now? When I heard the shocking news of Ain marrying Astar, joining her son-in-law, etc., it was a heartfelt surprise, but when I saw the two of them walking in line like this, it didn't come out other than the feeling of suitability.

I could immediately imagine why the two of them were here and wanted to meet Sigurd. There's no way I don't know, given your two positions. You two are high-ranking Lognoll officials. Ein is a staff officer, Astar is a general. In other words, you two should meet Sigurd as an important task for Lognoll. I would have contacted you in advance, but in that case, if you knew the possibility of Sigurd escaping, Ein would be a warrior.

Sigurd frequently avoided contact from Enjour. I had several discussions with Elenia, but when I observed the signs that she or Gordon-Fenec wanted to incorporate the Sigurds into Enjour's forces of war, I stopped seeing her. If we meet, we'll negotiate. If you refuse to negotiate, you have to get awkward. It was vital to avoid the negotiations themselves, because they would not be able to remain casual as they have been.

I didn't mind finishing my days of therapy in Enjour any time. But leaving Enjour doesn't mean it's addressed somewhere. There are also stories of the earth being torn apart by “great destruction" and no longer continuing until Gandion. If you can walk back to Gandion, I also thought about getting out of Enjour, but more than not, you'll have to wander off to go. Doing so, you and Jin could, anyway, make the team poor. As captain of the regiment, I couldn't do that.

So I stayed in Enjour and spent my workout days at this Cui Deer Pavilion.

Apparently, that's not how it was going to go.

He glanced at Idyll.

"Idyll, you went through this on your own!?

"Are you on your own! We just kept our vice president's word!

"You think it's a good Gin?

"The lieutenant said to keep an eye on the captain not to do anything unsolicited"

"I don't even know where I stand. You're a kid!

When Sigurd screamed unexpectedly, Idyll looked like he was in trouble.

"You're not?

"Oh, my God!"

"Fair enough, Mr. Sigurd, calm down"

"Mr. Ayn... I was wondering if I could calm down."

Sigurd moaned as he turned to the person who broke into the conversation with Idyll.

Ein-Lanadies had the impression about two years ago that he was looking younger than he had last seen him. What does it mean that two years have passed since then and he only looks like a teenage boy when he says he should be in his twenties too? It shouldn't be possible that his physical structure is different from others, etc., but nevertheless, young. I even let my childhood drift. The woman who stands behind him has two years of hard work and a change in appearance.

"Why are you two in such a wonderful spa inn again? It wouldn't even be a honeymoon without water for a couple."

"That's not bad either, but as much as that's not the situation, you know that, right?

"... you're talking about the Goddess Church"

"Did you just know"

"It's a fluke."

Ayn's reaction flaunts him as he claws on the spot. It's Ein, who knows everything. Not without common sense. I know it's just a joke, but I don't care about that.

"Mercenaries. The ability to gather information involves life and death. Even so, as much as we talked about the Goddess Church, we didn't have to use the ability to gather information about The Pale Wind."

"Well, I guess so, too."

"So the great man of Lognoll went out of his way to negotiate because he needed our help against the Goddess Church. Thank you again."

"Mr. Sigurt......"

Ein seems to have tried something, but he seems to have given up. Whatever it is, did you decide not to resonate with Sigurd's mind, or do you have any other ideas? Either way, the brains of Lognoll's staff should be spinning more visibly than Sigurd can imagine. Understanding that, he stared at Ayn.

"For you, that's him."

To Sigurd's question, Ain didn't answer instantly. I can't think of anything else. If I answered immediately, I might have thought I'd have a bad heart test.

"You don't have to hide it. There is no such thing as an overwhelming power difference between the Goddess Order and the Tripartite Alliance consisting of Lognoll, Enjour, and the Demon King's Army, is there? Under the circumstances, I can only assume he's after the" pale wind. "

The biggest factor that "The Pale Wind" could make a name for itself as a mercenary regiment was him. Even though the work of Sigurd, Jin, and the rest of the crew was not irrelevant, I'm pretty sure the "Pale Wind" couldn't have made a name for itself as an awesome group of mercenaries without that substandard figure. It's what everyone knows, and everyone will say so.

He was the mightiest swordsman of The Pale Wind, neither arrogant nor filled with it. He was always greedy for strength, a lump of upliftment. He continued to grow and finally gained so much power that he thought he might have exceeded human limits. He has no enemies. At least I wasn't among the regular people.

"But I'm sorry."

Sigurd told, taking Ain's straight gaze.

"He's..." The Sword Ghost. "Lux-Vain is dead. Two years ago."

Sigurd laid his eyes down as his death floated on his retina. When I closed my lid, it was hard to float more clearly.