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

Guided by the senior fighter Desh-Bargayne of the Polar Strugglers, it was a huge building located in the centre of the Areutheras. The vast stone building has an appearance that can be seen at first glance as a circular arena,

It was majestic to see and so existential that it was likely to be drunk by the atmosphere. Such a substitute, like the addition of a changing sphere to the arena that Setsuna learned in the world she was born and raised in. It was many times bigger than the arena we saw at Abard's Sentier, and at first glance Setuna was so distracted. It's a lot bigger and more powerful than a domed baseball field.

The prints engraved on the exterior walls of such a building and the countless stone statues standing around it seem to be buying both a part and a part in making the hearts of one heading to the arena sound loud. Stone statues were imitations of fighters in battle in the arena, some swinging down swords and others swinging spears. Some of them imitated the Imperial Demon, and when asked what it meant, there was a time when the Imperial Demon Crusade was once incorporated into one of the martial arts, and the story was that it was a stone statue made in those days.

"We're talking about a large number of casualties in capturing the Imperial Demon for that fight. Of course it's obsolete."

Desh flaunted his shoulders just glad he didn't have to be born in those days.

And when Desh asked why he had brought the Setunas to the Areutheras Central Arena, he also flaunted his shoulders.

"I said I would provide information, but my discretion is difficult. He decided to meet our chief. It's selfish, but I don't want to be a traitor to Areutheras either. Patience me. '

Setuna said there was nothing wrong with patience or obtaining information, and he looked unexpected.

With such an exchange, Setuna and the others passed the main entrance of the central arena and stepped inside the arena. The old, smelly building where everything was made of stone was, however, a sufficient substitute for realizing the weight of its history. The drifting air itself is heavy. Similar to the exterior, the ancient interior would also be used to excite one of the visitors to the temporal arena, where murals evoking martial arts were painted, and stone statues, weapons and protective equipment were arranged.

Walk down the long aisle to the right or to the left as Desh leads you.

Then we discover a room closed by an iron door at the penetration of the aisle. Apparently that was his destination. I mean, that's where they're headed.

"The leader of the Polar Strugglers is the famous Warren-Roon as the finest fighter. As a fighter chief, he not only guides our Polar Rigorous Fighters, but also controls this Areutheras. He's nice to everyone, he's basically calm, but I'm asking you not to be rude. Otherwise, we won't be able to provide information."

"Don't worry about that. I'm going to be very polite."

"I don't mean to bother... well, fine"

Desh shook his head like he'd given up something and turned back to the door.

"I'm a fighter chief, Desh-Bargain senior fighter. Lord Setuna-Kamiya, I have brought you a line."

And, although Desh told him again about his attitude and voice, the response from inside the room did not reach Setuna's ear. Setuna and the others are waiting a long way from the door.

"Ha, right away"

There was definitely a response from Desh about something. He rushes over here in a hurry.

"The chief fighter will see you. I've been ahead of you, but without disrespect. The Warrior Commander is our only hope for Areutheras. Try being disrespectful to the warrior chief. You will turn all the inhabitants of Areutheras against your enemies."

"Well, you don't have to be so cautious."

"I'm worried."

"Uh..."

Setuna felt indescribable to Desh's anxious gaze. Stupid on Rem as he continues after Desh.

(What do you think I am?)

(Black spear setuna, let's be, shall we?

(I see)

The question of Desh being vigilant at all costs is iced away by Rem's word. Sure, that would be convincing. Desh is not exaggerating to say that Setuna was stunned along with the other fighters when she revealed her identity. That should be it, too. Armador was a country belonging to a small group of nations. Most of the countries belonging to the group of small continental States paid great attention to Gandhia's great leap forward, which was only a weak one, and had to be enthusiastic about gathering information on the human resources at the heart of that leap forward. It's not that I know when Gandhia's fangs will be stuck in my country. Armador, in particular, should not have cared, and it was no surprise that he was going through the black spear Setuna, a useful actor in the Gandhian leap.

Armador, Benoagard's neighbor, was also adjacent to Maldia. I must have thought about the possibility of Gandhia attacking Armador territory since I grabbed the information that Maldia had asked Gandhia to rescue him.

Much does not know about what kind of assessment the black spear Setuna is given in other countries. I just understood that it wasn't very well thought out, and that evaluation was where Setuna wanted it, so nothing.

There will be fear of Setuna as a deterrent.

It's useless as long as there's a black spear setuna, such as challenging Gandhia to fight - if the awareness spreads that Gandhia can win without fighting. What it means to have taken so many lives on the battlefield is to finally live there.

I'm relieved this time Desh's sense of vigilance was behind all this and other ideas, but that's not a big deal either. I'll be vigilant. It would have been far more than being forbidden to enter the Areutheras.

"Though for remarks -"

"I know, Lord Desh."

"... well, fine"

Desh looked back at the door, looking like he'd given up something once again. Open, go first. As Setuna followed, he was bowing his head toward one man who was indoors. The first thing I noticed was the length of that hair, long enough to fall from shoulder to hip. Twinkly dark hair makes me imagine careful care. That he then has a soft look on his face. He was a young man. Of course, he's enough to be the head of the organization. It would be older than Setuna, but it looked like something like whether she was going to be in her thirties or not. Soft expressions may be extraordinarily prominent because they have a righteous face. Desh stares at me and rushes to imitate him and bows his head.

"Please raise your face. I'm listening, Lord Setsuna the Black Spear."

Warren-Roon's voice is extremely sweet. I was kind of relieved, and Setuna looked sideways at Desh. Desh had already raised his face and Setuna had learned to do so too. That finally enables Setuna to clearly recognize what Warren looks like.

A man who looked good enough to reach his twenties to his thirties or not. You can call it sturdy. A neat face would not be worthy of the warrior heads that there are many rough men. But there is an elder wind, and as a leader, perhaps no fighter deserves more than he does. Long, but definitely in an even shape, although never in good physical shape. Having a forged flesh can also be seen from above garments that seem to be of good quality. It may be more than Setuna in simple muscle strength, but it looked significantly inferior to Desh.

I guess strength as a fighter, after all, doesn't depend on muscle mass.

"As I'm sure Mr. Desh has told you, I'm in a position to rule this Areutheras, Warren-Roon. As the finest fighter, he is also the leader of the Extreme Rigorous Fighters. What do you know?"

Warren has also introduced herself peacefully in her waist. Every step of it seemed disproportionate to the arena where I couldn't help but feel so soft and rough.

"Me... No, I, Sethna-Kamiya. This is my servant Rem, he's Jade-Mesa of the Imperial Army Ensign"

"Thank you and your husband, Warren."

"I am Jade-Mesa, Ensign of the Western Zaion Imperial Army. Together with our men, we are working with Lord Setuna."

"Yeah, I'm listening. Don't be so nervous, hold your breath. It's not about taking you and eating you."

So Warren laughed by the way. You must be laughing Uedo, and you like jokes. I kind of clapped out, and Setuna looked at the lems. Lem, Jade, and other Imperial Army soldiers looked like they had been detoxified. That would be the case, too. As for the fighters' chief, who could imagine someone with a tougher face waiting for him, and who would face someone as moderate as him. I don't have any advance information. There will be no choice in clapping it out.

"Mr. Desh. You may step back and return to your normal duties."

"Ha."

Desh has thrown a sharp glance at Setuna when he replies to Warren with all his might.

"So, Lord Setuna. As I said earlier..."

"I know. Don't be rude to Master Warren."

"If you know, fine. Then I will in this."

"Thank you, Dear Desh"

Desh looked a little confused as Rem bowed deeply. Rem, who is stained with being Setuna's servant, will not forget to be polite to anyone. Maybe that's what her words and actions seemed strange to Desh.

When Desh left, indoors, it was just Warren and Setuna.

Warren opens her mouth a while after the door closes and says she was in a hurry.

"I've heard rumors, Lord Setsuna. I'm guessing nothing but luck could make you look like this."

"Luck...... is it?

"We were able to bring Mitsuhito into this struggle like you did in the struggle itself. Let's not call this luck, let's call it"

Warren, so to speak, smiled.

I couldn't imagine Setuna having any idea what he was thinking.