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

It's like I'm dreaming, she said.

Over and over again, that's what I repeated as a saying. One of these days, I found myself waiting for him to say back that it wasn't a dream, and he was convinced, with a bitter smile, that it was something like that. In fact, it seems like a dream. Has it ever been just once that you have had such a happy time?

If you don't get in anyone's way, you don't have to worry about someone's gaze, someone's ear, just love each other as your instincts go.

I never imagined such moments would come.

Of course, I've always liked her, and the thought, it's true, grew stronger every day. Among the women surrounding me, I was particularly concerned about her, and it could be called a well-known fact, an open secret, that she was the only one special.

I loved you.

Besides, I knew she was favoring herself. That is so much so that I realised that it was an inconvenient thought and that it might not be too much to say when it comes to compassion. However, it was a long time ago that we were able to ascertain that fact, and that was also after he became an instrument of political marriage.

No more overlapping thoughts.

Impossible, such as being tied.

Yeah, I thought.

I'm sure she thought so, too.

So he was crying as he was held in his arms in the stars that cut through the darkness of the night. I was delighted from the bottom of my heart that dreamy happiness was a real, truly real thing, that my thoughts made sense and my body and mind could be one.

"Me, too. When I became a goddess of war, I was ready."

Faria comes, quiet enough not to disturb the silence of the night. Even though it was a cold spring night, the cold felt no fine dust. Rather, it's hot enough. Two body temperatures are increasing the temperature in the futon too much.

"He said he would live as a goddess of war. That's my life, right? Because if you don't, there's no way you can be like your grandmother. I'm just a successor with no track record, so there's no way I'm going to be named Goddess of War."

"Really?

"That's right. I don't think you know because you're not from Lyohan, but for one of Lyohan, the goddess of war is noble. You can't just inherit it it. We need to be ready. enough to dedicate everything in life."

Faria's statue of the goddess of war is unimaginable to Setuna. Regardless, we know to some extent what the goddess of war is like in Lyohan, depending on the information she or Rem has purchased. But that's not the only information I've heard from one person, and I don't understand it as a real feeling.

"Even when I saw you again, I thought it was Sekiyama I saw from afar. But I thought that was okay. I thought..."

"Do you regret it?

"No way."

There's no way that's happening, she buried her face in Setuna's chest and laughed. And I'm gonna follow your earlobes. I don't know what the intent is, but he made her like it.

"It's a dream."

Looking down, her eyes seemed radiant. It's wet.

"Really, you're happy as a dream, me. I never thought this day would come. I can't believe I'm tied to you."

"Me too..."

Setuna looked for words, wanting to convey more thoughts while fully agreeing with her words. However, there was no such thing as learning to come up with words that had sprinkled on Setuna, and he simply repeated the words she had said many times.

"I'm dreaming, too."

The two days passed, in that way, in a dream sense of happiness.

"Damn, it's what brought me out of trouble"

Seeing an indescribably subtle look floating in the grim face of Vistendal-Haukmur, he had thoughts of doing it inside, but not in words. No matter how much outlaw Skol-Valdish you are, what you like to do is pick the time, the place, the person you want.

The place is a bungalow.

He was thrown into a cell called Heavenly Prison under the jurisdiction of the Seven Great Heavenly Samurai, along with his colleague Arcelia-Fananlang. Of course, by the war palace invasion. It means he was preached until morning, and there's no way he'd let it go. Although he naturally brought up Alexei's name, however many of the guardian samurai executives, he could not be released until he was corroborated, so he was transferred to Heavenly Prison and transported to prison. Playing a big stand around guarding Syville and the Guardian Peak Samurai against each other and escaping was never a difficult thing in itself, but the Skoles had no reason to do so. There can be no more need to fight the Syvils and make sins than to know that they will be released immediately as long as there is an explanation.

And the two were imprisoned in heavenly jail to reveal the night.

Heavenly Prison is never a crude substitute just because it is a prison managed by Seven Great Heavenly Samurai. Every single one of the cells is large and well equipped enough to think that an imprisoned sinner would not be dissatisfied in prison life either. Perhaps in a time when ancient ruins served as cities, they were used as some kind of facility, not a prison. It was long before the formation of the four great heavenly samurai that made the facility a prison for managing felons, he said, before Lyohan became independent.

At the time when it was under the control of the Church, it is said that there were a number of cells to keep the captive heretics and treacheries connected, it is presumed that Heavenly Prison would be one of them. When Lyohan became independent and the four heavenly samurai were formed, the heavenly prison, which was one of those cells, was to be placed under the control of the four heavenly samurai. Most importantly, the heavenly prison was rarely used, and Skoll and Arcelia were imprisoned, so much so that their presence was evoked.

"Isn't this Lord Samurai? Come on, you're late."

"Takeshi"

Arcelia in the next cell threw a sharp gaze at me. The eyes of the armored summoner of the woman with the naked eye are so connected that it can be described as the worst ever. It is impossible to do so. She was tailored to accomplices in this case because she happened to be with Skoll by chance. Regardless, even at the request of acting chairman of the Mountain Protection Council, if you wanted to say no, you could have said no, but as for Arcelia, you didn't think Skoll figured out what he was going to serve. Therefore, she became an accomplice, found by Sylville and detained in the name of surveillance of Skoll. As for her, she might have scratched her career. Plus, everything she caught was because of Skoll, so she'd want to hit it hard.

"His Excellency the Commander sewed during his busy schedule and came all the way here. Turn around."

"Is that it?"

"What?

"Something's wrong with me."

When Skoll questioned her, she told her without opening a moment.

"Everything."

"To?"

"You are wrong about everything you do. I suggest you start over before you're born."

"Hine."

Skoll was nothing more than groaning at Arcelia's low ratings.

With a face like Vistendahl's stunned, he's coming.

"... you guys are really close"

It is not uncommon otherwise for Vistendahl to make a sarcastic joke, but it was understandable in the change of air that the matter touched Arcelia's scales.

"Madam Commander, I am afraid you would like to withdraw that statement. Otherwise, I must wager my full existence to challenge Your Excellency."

"I don't think so, Mr. Arcelia."

"It's uncomfortable to be called that in an older age, asshole."

"Then I want you to respect me a little bit."

"The only person I respect is the one who deserves it. Where do you honor people like you who are talented and capable, but do not seek to fulfill their responsibilities as captains? If you want me to respect you, let me do just that."

"Difficult thing to say, Mr. Tsubaki."

"So!"

Arcelia's impatient look at grabbing the iron lattice with both hands and attempting to twist and bend only with the force of both arms knew that a help boat was coming, although just Skol also felt the crisis. In fact, Vicendahl coughed up and caught Arcelia's attention.

"That's all you have to say."

"If that's what the Captain will say..."

"I didn't mind. Sometimes if you don't twist it like this, you're stubborn."

"Who obstinates? Takeshi"

"Yes, sir."

"You..."

Again, seeing Arcelia with her hands on an iron lattice and Skoll making fun of her without even reflecting, Vicendahl looked bitter. And I'll tell you chilly.

"Maybe I should still have my head cooled down here for a while"

"My Lord Commander!

"That's not true, sir."

"Who's my husband?"

Vistendahl sighed to the point where he couldn't keep up with Skoll's knoll and glanced at his shoulder. The samurai general of the servant guardian peak samurai was also shapeless before him. Most importantly, it is also a craftsmanship that can be done because there are no other human beings on this scene, and it is only because Vistendahl and Arcelia are opponents that Skoll can be exposed in this way. Arcelia and Vicendahl will also show an understanding of Skoll's words and deeds, but few of the other captain statures have stiff heads. Some are bloody eager to rise to one of Skoll's words and deeds and summon an armed summons. Skol isn't stupid enough to inspire someone like that.

Words are painful, but Arcelia, who doesn't try to solve things with violence, or Vistendahl, who always has a calm, big picture and has a broad nostalgia, so Skol can say whatever he wants, do whatever he wants.

In that sense, he was glad Arcelia was an accomplice, but didn't say that to his mouth. After leaving the prison, it falls to be kicked.

(That's it, not bad though)

To Arcelia, bad.