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

"Mr. Lux is dead...? No..."

"I don't think you even know your staff."

That's why I don't laugh.

The fact that Lux-Vain died in the final war is something only the "Pale Wind" members knew then survived. And at that time, no one who saw Lux's final battle tried to say anything about it. It was because no one wanted to admit the war death of Lux, and Sigurd himself, for some time after the “Great Destruction," believed that it was the survival of Lux.

Six months after the “Great Destruction," however, the battle death of Lux is confirmed by what was brought about by the humans who visited Enjour.

That's why I didn't tell anyone about it, because I didn't want to put it into words. As one of the members of the "Pale Wind," I didn't want to admit his death. In words, you'll admit it. Become real. If only I'd let myself in silently, if I'd pretended that no one knew the wind, I'd show my face again, one day, somewhere - so much so that I entrusted my consciousness to such ridiculous delusions that Sigurd, he loved him and regretted his death.

How can it be him, not himself?

If you were to die, you would be yourself, not him, young and futuristic.

It was Sigurd who brought the "Pale Wind" into the final war. I should have paid for that.

"Oh well. It's something nobody wanted, us."

"Why did you keep quiet?"

"I have to be told, don't you see?

Sigurd looked to Ain alone, aware that his men's gaze was gathering on him.

Ein looks at Sigurd without fear. The only time an upset ran into those eyes was the moment I heard about Lux's death, which also disappeared instantly. Ein's thoughts and emotions can be immeasurable in a normal person. Calm is probably the priority in any amazing situation.

"I... I don't care. Here it is. I found out. Good for you. And now you don't have to rely on the Pale Wind." The Pale Wind "without Lux, it's not worth it, is it?

"That's not true."

"Ha."

Sigurd wanted to laugh at Ain's light-hearted mouth.

"He said the joke was on holiday. Mr. Ayne, I don't know how you were going to fight the Goddess Church, but I'm pretty sure Lux was the point of your tactics, right? Without that lux, there's nothing you can do?

"Well, Mr. Sigurd is more or less right, but sometimes he's wrong"

"Oh, my God, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, Mr. Lux. It means you didn't just want one of us."

"Oh?"

"Mr. Sigurd, all of you in the Pale Wind, we want you to be a force in the Tripartite Alliance."

He became true to what Ein had presented with a firm face.

The Sigurds have been far from the actual battle since the final war. After Enjour's arrival, he spent some time in a healing life to heal the wounds he sustained physically and mentally in battle, but after those wounds and healing, he did not try to go to battle. He was caged in this rented out hot spring inn and only repeated his workouts.

I kept running away from fighting.

So far in the sigurd, the nail marks left by the final war were large and deep.

"What if I say no...?

"We just have to get you out of Enjour."

"Ha... you think the General Staff of Lognoll has such authority?

"The Patron of Enjour is on the run to maintain the Tripartite Alliance, and if we give him a word, he will respond immediately."

Elenia-Diphone's serious face comes to mind. With all the seriousness that I don't think of as the person who tried to assassinate former Enjour lord Setuna-Kamiya, she was the custodian of this Enjour. Now, every Enjour resident trusted and admired her. So much so that the fact that she caused the attempted assassination of Setuna is even forgotten, but because Setuna doesn't care, maybe it doesn't matter now. Besides, she's done her job, working for Enjour in pieces. It is strange to appreciate and deny how it works.

That's her. Things could turn out just like Ein said.

"Except for the story if you belong to Enjour. In that case, we didn't have to go out on purpose."

"... why do you need us again? There's no such thing as a" pale breeze "without lux. It's just a couple of matches."

"It's not even a few matches."

To Ein's chilling words, Sigurd rather did. Ein-Rajar must be. Calm and deposited by the horrible. Always spinning my head and thinking about what happened earlier. Though it is one mind that does not know, there is no mistake in its cold, extreme judgment. That was the Ayn-Rajar review of Sigurd, and that didn't seem to have changed since he got married, and I felt safe.

"There should be a little more power."

"You think you can defeat the Goddess Church with that little force of war?

"It will be a bet"

He didn't have to be sweet.

"I have to do more than not get the power I wanted. But if we do not strike a bet here now, there is only a future to be destroyed and dominated by the Goddess Church. If, for example, domination by the Goddess Church is something that is stable and promises peace, then it would not be a bad idea to accept domination… because it is not. We have to fight. You have to win more than fight."

"You have a chance of winning, don't you?

"It's a bet. You did, didn't you?

"... right"

Sigurd looked at Ayn, who was not optimistic, and did it again.

"A bet. It's not bad for the battlefield to resume mercenary domestic work."

"Mr. Sigurd."

"After all, we are mercenaries. I'm not giving up on all this. If you want to hire me as a mercenary, you can do it with your strength. I don't care if you work for free. I'd rather die than follow the bad guys."

"Don't worry about that. I'm a staff officer, and my wife is a general. We guarantee you the money."

"Hey."

Astal seemed to have tried to dispute Ayn's unsolicited way of going about the story, but he stared at him and shrugged his shoulders. He gave up. When Ain grinned at Astar's reaction like that, he turned to Sigurd with that smile on his face.

"So, Mr. Sigurd. The Lognoll government would like to welcome you to The Pale Wind. Come to Baghlia as soon as you are ready. You're welcome to do all you can."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it."

Sigurd said so from the bottom of his heart. Bagheria is a hot spring, just like Enjour. Known for its different landscapes from the lush Enjour, Bakhlia was particularly famous for its delicious liquor. Liquor is called the water of life. Sigurd was only alive to drink here. Nevertheless, I don't swallow enough to get drunk. It was in my mouth to such an extent that I was intoxicated.

And when Ain and Astar stood up and dropped him off from this spot, he exchanged glances with Jin-Krall, who came back to replace him.

"Your Lordship of Staff and His Excellency the General of Lognoll."

"Oh. I just made up my mind."

Sigurd told Jin that was all. Jin nodded and brightened his expression as if he had perceived everything with such words alone.

To his deputy chief, he's been going through a lot of hard work for the past two years.

The time has come to reward that hardship.

"At that time, take him, too."

Sigurd looked down at the sword that was hanging on his hips. The dedicated sheath was decorated with silver yarn in a pale colour, and it was worth a lot more than that. but the sword in the sheath was even more valuable. Most of all, I got it from a stray merchant who doesn't even know its value, and I buy it for a lying price from a merchant who has fled all the way to Enjour.

Grip the pattern and unplug.

Once a long sword as long as the height of a certain person, it is no longer broken in the middle of it.

The beautiful and beautiful body was clear in itself, and the reflection of the sunlight even seemed like a lake surface.

Devil's Sword Gravestone.

He was Lux-Vain's partner and had dived through numerous dead lines with him, which could only be assumed to have visited Enjour in order to tell the Sigurds of his death.