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

"Lord Sig, the words are too much."

"No... excuse me. But, yeah. Yeah, it's gonna make me want to."

Sig-Randahar glanced at Lidney, who had skipped reprimand, and then glanced at the Salas. Just now, Salas and Orfa's brother line up in the opposite seat of Sig-Randahar.

The order of the captains' seats is not particularly determined on the occasion of the meeting. Because there is no difference in treatment between captains. Everyone was captain of the Guardian Peak Samurai on an equal footing and never set up an ascent or descent there. Therefore, when the captainship meets together, such as in a meeting place, they set up in a place of thought.

At the time of this convocation, for example, Captain Alva-Leroy, Captain II Mirka-High End, Captain IV Arcelia-Fananlang, Captain VI Sig-Randahar and Captain VIII Lidnie-Folken are seated in the right-hand seat of Vicendaar, with the remaining five captains sitting opposite each other, but in a different order of seats altogether in another meeting. There are no rules. And there was no problem with that.

"You guys are fine, because we got on a mission when the refugees were still quiet. Well, you won't be dissatisfied or anything. But there are dead people coming from me and Lydney's squad."

There was no objection to Sig-Randahar's statement. In fact, immediately after the establishment of the Foothill Special Zone and now, the situation in which refugees are located, the situation has changed considerably. Initially, anxiety was the first thing among the refugees to thank the goddess of war and Lyohan, and the refugees were extremely submissive to the way the Lyohan government did. Problems, too, hardly ever arose. If things had changed as they were, the Mountain Protection Conference would have been nothing, and the Guardian Peak Samurai Corps would not have even held a meeting.

But reality didn't.

The refugees, with the passage of time, became dissatisfied with the situation and circumstances in which they were placed. If that were the case, it would still be enough to express dissatisfaction with words and deeds and launch a massive protest campaign. The root of the problem lies in the availability of food. Distribution alone can't satisfy hunger, and few have twitching thoughts. It was only recently here that actions appealing for improved food distribution led to riots and clashed with the guard peak samurai that hit security.

That was the time when the seventh body, the ninth squad, was hitting the guard, as Sig-Randahar put it, just enough to say that there was enough to be quiet.

"It doesn't matter wholeheartedly. You think a squad member who lost his life hitting the security of a refugee settlement died convincingly? They joined the guardian samurai to protect this mountain to protect the people of Lyohan for Lyohan. It would have been mindless. Even if I die, I can't die."

"... I understand what you're trying to say"

"I don't understand. Do you understand?"

As Sig-Randahal threw up and threw it away, just as Saras-Natal also snorted. Neighbor Orfazandi stares at Sig and Hugh-Longlow arms silently. Lidney flaunted the sig.

"Sig, calm down. In front of the captain."

"Lydney, I'm calm. I'm not even hot."

"... I don't think so, but hey"

Coldly pinched is Captain Three, who has never uttered a word so far. Captain number three is in front of the seat on the left hand side of Vistendahl. Dark-haired, dark-eyed, early thirties man. Sig-Randahar and the other captain glances who were enthusiastic about the debate concentrate on him.

"Skol."

Sig-Randahar spoke his name. A sharp gaze felt a willingness to clarify the standing of the scowl. Most importantly, regardless, his standing is clear. From the beginning, his standing has never changed, and never will. Everyone on this occasion is aware of that, but on top of that, once and for all, the idea of making it clear was probably in Sig-Randahar.

Skol.

It's called Skol-Valdish.

As its name suggests, it belongs to the Valdish family. This means that he is a blood relative of the previous goddess of war, Fariah-Baldish, and also has a blood connection with the contemporary goddess of war, Fariah-Aslaria. Alexei-Valdish, husband of Faria-Valdish and councillor of Mountain Protection, hits his great uncle.

Skol-Valdish was, as a matter of course, a supporter of his cousin, Faria-Aslalia, and he didn't even try to hide that.

"You've been quiet for a while now... which one is it?

"Which...?

"I'm asking you if you support the goddess of war, or if you support the captain."

"Does that mean I have to choose one or the other?

"Well, I guess so."

"Why?"

Skoll looked like Sig-Randahar had a good, heartbroken face. The look, the attitude that makes fun of that other person, that invites anger, must be reckoning. He has that strength.

"It just seems to me like you guys are having a crappy argument."

"What?"

"I'm a goddess of war, I'm an anti-war goddess, I'm crap. It's ridiculous. Where do you find the significance of spending your time arguing like that? I'm captain number three of the Guardian Peak Samurai. What about you guys?

Skoll looked around at the faces of each of the captains gathered in the headquarters conference room. Sig-Randahar and other anti-war goddesses are not the only ones. I also gave them a good look at the faces of the goddesses of war who couldn't wait to speak publicly. And at the end of the day, he stares at Vistendahl's face.

"Captain, you are"

"Me?

"What are you?

"Though... Samurai Admiral Vistendal-Haukmur, the leader of the Guardian Peak Samurai Corps"

I have no choice but to respond.

At the top of the Guardian Peak Samurai Corps, naturally, is the leader of the regiment. Also known as the Samurai Admiral. Because he is the general of the samurai who belong to the Guardian Peak Samurai. The history is ancient and is said to have been formed early when one began to live in Lyohan. A long history of at least five hundred years is held in the name of Samurai Admiral.

Skol nodded quietly.

"I guess so. I suppose so. That's you. It's a human position called you. I, as your man, obey your orders. Believe the judgment you make is the best one, fight for your life. That's where I stand. He's like a human being like me. That's all."

After he ran out of words, he immediately said another thought.

But at the same time, I obey the orders of the goddess of war.

Scohl's assertion is powerful.

"The goddess of war is the supreme will of Lyohan. Wouldn't you? Faria, the goddess of war, is the heart of Lyohan. It is a pillar that supports the heavens and the earth called Lyohan, and it is a light of hope for every one who lives in Lyohan. When it comes to the goddess of war dying, let's die happy. That means living in this Lyohan. Because we can't live without the refuge of the goddess of war."

"So you're going to die for the refugees?

"Yes, didn't you hear me?

Skole told him, not to laugh. For its clarity, readiness and determination are all too much.

"If that's what the goddess of war ordered, I'll gladly die. That's who I am, Lyohan's armed summoner."

When Skoll ran out, the meeting room was surrounded by a little silence. There are many things that have been distracted by the power of Skoll's assertion, and the other captains probably don't say so much about Skoll. Neither did such Vistendahl himself intend to contest Skoll's opinion. His thoughts are his. That in itself is neither bad nor irrelevant. Rather, I'm glad to say I'm perfectly prepared to be captain of the Guardian Peak Samurai Corps.

"Let's agree with Lord Skoll."

is Saras-Natal. Orfa-Xandy in the next seat also agrees. He has that look, but he is silent about blocking Salas' words. Saras, go on.

"In the first place, I'm talking about who pushed the goddess of war on her."

Salas' reference was to ask questions of responsibility.

"She is still young and everything is young compared to her predecessors. Yet it was the Mountain Protection Conference and the Guardian Peak Samurai Corps that asked her to be a goddess of war and forced her to do so. Because we can't calm down Lyohan's popularity without the goddess of war, because we can't stabilize Lyohan, etc., etc., but in the end it's like putting our own lack of power on a shelf and pushing everything to a toddler who doesn't know right or left. Different?

In contrast to Salas' calm, yet unacceptable gaze at any escape, Vicendahl did not wander.

"No wonder... na"

Vistendahl told him calmly that he would take it without avoiding the pursuit of Salas.

And he began to express his thoughts.

All for Lyohan.