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

"Huh... I'm hissing, not at all"

Skol-Valdish snapped to a sigh mix after a meeting in the Aerial Metropolitan Capitol ended,

It was after the dissolution.

Being Captain No. 3 of the Guardian Samurai Corps, he participated in the meeting as a human being on the Guardian Samurai side. Having been seriously wounded dying in a recent battle, he has taken a hard life by his subordinates' ability to summon and recover to the point where he is able to move his body freely. Still, it doesn't make a difference what you're not able to do. The diagnosis by my men that I should be at rest for a while is that, and so is the medical team of the Guardian Peak Samurai. Despite his sickness, he took part without exercising his veto, no matter what, for his beloved cousin by making him a great goddess of war.

The goddess of war, Faria-Aslalia, has many political enemies.

She was infrequently insulted by her youth and awkwardness when she stood on the throne of the goddess of war in the form of trampling the mortal proclamation of the goddess of war in order to contain the confusion of Lyohan. Especially since the senators at the Mountain Protection Conference have heard that he is being slapped in the pussy with his little girl. I don't know if the yin mouth is true, but it was also true that at least some of the senators at the Mountain Defense Conference would definitely have anti-Goddess forces and would think to disagree thoroughly with the views of the Goddess of War.

His head was Speaker Mordoa-Fabril, and his breathtaking councillors were whispering in earnest that he might be trying to hold the goddess of war accountable at this meeting. In that case, it's Skoll who can't keep his mouth shut. He can't be anything but a captain of the Guardian Peak Samurai Corps, but he was eligible to participate in the meeting and had a request to participate. Then there will be room to pinch your mouth. I thought so and decided to participate without considering my condition at all and without one or two.

"What?"

A woman walking next door stares at me with a frightened face. Mirka-High End. She was captain number two of the Guardian Peak Samurai Corps, and like a dehumanization of seriousness, she was always dressed in a hairstyle and outfit that was well done, and just watching was like breathing. Even the sound of her shoes echoing in the aisle was constant.

There are six participants from the Guardian Peak Samurai Corps who can be placed at this meeting. Two staff officers in Vistendal-Haukmur, where he is the commander of the regiment, Nireya-Dee, Captain Alva-Leron most in the Third Zarm, and Skol and Mirka. The facades called for the Mountain Protection Conference are generally fixed by these six members, and the captainship sometimes changes the touch of the face depending on each convenience.

Vistendahl and the two staff members were on their way to a meeting with the senators, and Alva, who was not close to him, went back to his quarters with the sleaze. Skoll and Mirka, after handling the chores respectively, did not show but almost followed the Capitol together.

The capitol is large, but never a hard building to understand. Although there are a number of small rooms and a meeting room, it is not built in like a maze, but to the extent that it centers around a large hall from which multiple passages stretch in all directions. If you follow the aisle, you can reach the hall, and if you reach the hall, the entrance will be right in front of you.

"Because the chancellor took all the responsibility, and the old man pinched his mouth."

"Old man......?

Tingling, I can tell by the signs that Mirka moves her eyebrows. A few words, she said, one expression very few words. It's constant. He always had a constant expression, so much so that it was rumored that his facial expressions might be dead. But that's never true, she even disciplines her emotions and dominates her expression.

"I don't suppose you mean Lord Commander?

"Who else is there?"

"You…"

"Ooh... frightening. What's wrong with saying old man?"

Awesome by Mirka, Skol lagged slightly behind. The killing spirit emanating from Mirka's eyes is just what gives her name to the captainship, and if she is a concurrent person, she will not only atrophy, but even faint? The captainship of the Guardian Peak Samurai was all as strong as the devil's brake. And having dived through the dead line of the battle ahead, there was an increase in awesomeness. Nevertheless, for Skol, Mirka is sometimes for her younger sister, and no matter how awesome she gets, she never really feels scared.

In other words, there is no way that the captains of the Guardian Peak Samurai can compete with each other.

"Uh, I'll tell you what, it's not like I don't respect you. I'm just being friendly with my old man."

"It doesn't sound like it."

"Wear it."

"I'm just asking honestly"

"Hmm... Speaking of which, here's the thing..."

"We're each other."

Without a word to give back to Mirka, Skoll saw the void. There is no one else in the aisle from the Great Chamber to the Great Hall. The senators at the Mountain Protection Conference had gone to another room for a long time, and the goddess of war should have taken the Seven Great Heavenly Samurai and left the capitol.

"So, what do you think Lord Commander is?

"If that old man had eaten down and tried to hold the goddess of war accountable,"

It was after Mountain Protection President Mordoa-Fabril stated that he would take all responsibility and finished explaining that. When Vistendahl suddenly pinches his mouth, Skoll forgets me. I noticed myself staring unconsciously at Vistendal, and it was annoying. What would have happened if Vistendahl hadn't responded to Mordor's persuasion and given up pursuing responsibility for the goddess of war?

"I wonder what happened then..."

"There's nothing you can do about it."

"I guess so."

"You are captain of the Guardian Peak Samurai Corps."

"I should have said it. Before that, you were from Lyohan."

Skoll told, staring into Mirka's sharpened blade-like eyes. It's sharp enough to even feel hostile, but it can't be helped either. Mirka preaches morality as captain of the Guardian Peak Samurai Corps. Skol is more prepared as a subordinate of the goddess of war than as a captain. That error is by no means significant and cannot be filled if we want to fill it. But we're not going to let each other's readiness fill it.

I'd die for the goddess of war.

"I understand that… well enough, but I also know that you are not the kind of person who disturbs order."

"I bought too much."

"I guess so."

"Yes."

When Skoll said, Mirka said nothing more. She knows that this is just a saying any more. We've known each other a long time. A few years after she was promoted to captainship, she ran into each other as a colleague. We are familiar with each other.

Once you pass through the aisle in silence, which is never awkward, you reach the Great Hall. It's no exaggeration when it comes to the entrance to and exit from the Capitol. The Great Hall should usually only be about the staff of the Capitol, and the Skoles were going to go bare. But as he stepped into the hall, he noticed an unusual atmosphere, and he stopped.

There was a crowd.

That's not just a bunch of people either. It was a gathering of people with such an atmosphere that everyone gathered on the spot and everyone else lay flat against the person at the centre. And I can see why right away. Because it was the light in this Lyohan that is at the center. Before the bright light of hope, anyone and he will want to kneel. I make sure everyone respects the goddess of war, without distinction between officials and senators, and I watch.

"Oh... isn't it the goddess of war that looks at you like that?"

"It's sudden, it's"

Mirka had pinched something in his mouth, but he silenced and gazed. The goddess of war is near the entrance and exit of the hall with the three great seven heavenly samurai, and the gathering of men surrounds it with far-flung windings. I don't really see what you're doing, but I somehow know what they're doing. Both the goddess of war and the seven heavenly samurai had some serious expressions.

"What are you doing?

"I don't know. Anyway, we won't be involved."

"I care..."

"Stop sticking your neck in. Unless you want to make the relationship between our Guardian Peak Samurai and the Seven Heavenly Samurai worse."

"Hmmm... I don't care what happens to the relationship between the Guardian Peak Samurai and the Seven Heavenly Samurai."

When Skoll revealed his honest feelings, Mirka had turned a chilling glance.

"Hey."

"Take it from me, goddess of war is more important."

"You..."

"Well, if it weren't for malice, you wouldn't think it was the Seven Heavenly Samurai."

"It may be..."

Looking sideways at Mirka wrapping her arms around her, Skoll slipped into the crowd.

"Oh, man."

Mirka's calling it off, but it's too late. Pushing officials, even senators push them away, to the center of the crowd. There's my dear cousin, and she looks really serious. There was no way my chest wouldn't bother, and if there was anything I could do to help, I wanted to give you a hand. A voice of condemnation can be heard against Skoll pushing over the hedge and moving forward, but he silenced. And I finally got to the side of the goddesses of war with my thoughts, and they didn't look like they noticed this one. Something is seriously looking down at the disc. It's the guardian saint Malik's transmitter. Apparently, some kind of correspondence came in from the patron saint. And that's what seems to be important to Lyohan from the look on the faces of Faria and the others.

"I am in a good mood to be treated by the Goddess of War by the Seven Heavenly Samurais."

"Lord Skol... and Lord Mirka"

Faria's reaction shows that Mirka has also pushed away the hedge again. Looking sideways, she looked like a bum. From a disciplined girlfriend, it must have been an impossible behavior.

"Goddess of War, my fool will be rude"

Excuse me.

"Being itself would be disrespectful"

"That's awful."

Falia smiled uncontrollably at me as Skole looked flashy.

"Hehe... you're close"

Skoll got angry. Because it was a vivid change like a round of flowers blooming there. And it was that round of flowers that Skol wouldn't love and wanted to protect.

"No, not at all, not at all."

"Captain Mirka is right, we're not close at all, so don't worry!

"Worried? You'd rather be close, wouldn't you?

"Mm... that's... indeed"

To be honest, Skoll mumbled. Because that's not what Scohl meant by a good cousin, and I also understand that it means something else, something that doesn't make any sense to Faria at all. Faria has a thinker, and that thinker is the savior of Lyohan.

"But our friends are rather evil, so I was wondering if we needed to correct them."

"Yes...... is it?

Falia looks like she's in trouble. How lovely that frown-ass lowered expression makes me want to hug you. But if we did that now, not only would we be smashed by Mirka, but we would have received intensive fire from three of the seven heavenly samurai and would definitely disappear without a trace. That's about it, and I understand Skoll.

"That's a long way to go..."

"It is natural to have some interaction between the captains. Nothing more or less, so obviously."

"That's right, goddess of war. I'm definitely more of a goddess of war than such a serious one..."

"Seriously, what is it?"

"Oh, Lord Mirka, excuse me."

"... don't forget that it's in front of the goddess of war"

"Heck."

"Ugh."

I'm glad Faria just laughs at me, and Skole realizes she's stuck with me, but she also understands there's nothing she can do. Contemporary goddesses of war are as serious as Mirka. There are no more goddesses of war than the previous goddesses of war, and when they are out in public, they will not show their faces unless there is more to it. Though he always smiles as a goddess of war, it is a mask and a costume as a goddess of war. Making a genuine smile was rare.

That means being a goddess of war.