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

Speaking of Sigurd-Foliar, he makes a name for himself as the leader of the mercenary group Pale Wind.

Before the “Great Destruction," a group of mercenaries like "The Pale Wind" said they had sesame seeds in a time when the continent was taking shape and a group of small nations were singing about an ambitious warring world. Known as such, countries wanted a large number of them, but it was a very small group of mercenaries like the "Pale Wind" that greeted them. It was probably important for the countries of the small group of nations that such good groups of mercenaries as the White Shield and Red Wings were more powerful than their own regular armies, and yet had nothing wrong with using them as consumables.

Most importantly, the "Pale Wind" became a group of mercenaries dedicated to Gandhia at one time or another and finally fell into the same position as Gandhia.

The story is that when I let Sigurd say it, it only became so, and I have no doubt about it.

"What. Have you just come to inquire about His Majesty the Demon King's mood? I'm bored."

Lunia looked tough as Sigurd seemed to get bored from the bottom of her heart.

"What a bore. Isn't that a good thing? That's the hall of human heroes. I have a mind. Unlike you."

"There, well, you don't deny it. I'm a character broker."

"That's not good. I think there's something good about you."

"... which one is it?"

(... I see)

Setsuna gained one certainty when she saw the barebacked Lewdies, who were somewhat distant from the glittering sigurd but couldn't help but wonder how he was doing. Lunia of Lewdies seems to have a great deal of favor for Sigurd. The level of favoritism more than Rhuska was talking about seemed to be enough to think that Sigurd's men couldn't look directly at it, and that the inflexible warriors seemed to be having trouble with Sigurd's bluntness. Sigurd, apparently, is dull in favor.

It should never have been dull on malice,

"So, Master Setsuna came home to Enjour?

"I said hello to Mr. Gordon and Elenia. As long as those two are around, Enjour seems a lot more likely."

"We're here, too."

is Jin-Krell. The warriors around them pride themselves on their lumpy flesh in that one word. Try to protect Enjour with your forged flesh, but you want to.

"Well, if it's just us, I don't know what to do."

"We'll help you then."

"What, you can go on your own?

"Mekidsar's course of action is set. Not one of mine."

"... that would be nice. I don't care if you're in a bad position."

"Oh, yeah. Be careful."

Lunia turned away when she was happy with Sigurd's nagging care. Maybe he didn't want to be seen laughing. By the way, there was something different about Lunia than the rest of Luudis, just like Luska. With or without an eye. Lunia had eyes, too. It's not Setuna I can't imagine what that means. From Lunia, I can't think of anything other than walking over to Sigurd.

The Imperial Devil does not have eyes. Every Imperial Demon of different races and origins should have different worlds without uniform eyeballs, emitting red light from the depths of the eye holes. Though we have no idea what origin it came from, the Imperial Demon, who could use magic like Lewdies, seemed to create an eyeball, no closer to man, no creation.

So maybe humans and lewdies are easy to understand.

Moreover, there is the fact that a child is born between man and Lyudys. The Demon King and the Queen of Lewdies are the first to practice. Not surprisingly, some of the Lyudies were influenced by Lyuska and tried to be human and child.

I don't know if Renia thinks so.

At least, it's obvious you don't think of Sigurd as evil.

Sigurd didn't even look slightly rough compared to two years ago. The appearance is rough and more wild. I don't see any wounds, but I also know from his sharp glance that he must have survived an awesome battle. I wanted to know what hell he saw and what kind of battles he had been through.

Nevertheless, without much time to talk, Setsuna decided to just tell Sigurd what she wanted to tell him.

It's about Lux.

"I'm talking about my master."

"Master? Oh, you mean Lux"

Sigurd said, as I recall. Sigurd's contribution is enormous for Lux to have become Setuna's master. I still appreciate that. Setuna wouldn't have survived this far if she hadn't met a master named Lux. That's a clear fact.

He's dead.

"Yeah. I know."

"Right."

Sigurd lifted his hips from the fallen tree when he replied with his tail turned. Get away from the group as everyone pays attention. Setuna followed him when she told Miliu and Elina to leave with only her eyes. Sigurd haunted an air that did not lean on one and did not follow him as one of the members. So is Lunia.

Walk in the park for a while.

The wind blowing through was slightly cold, indicating the night was near.

"How do you know that?

"... because we met in hell"

"In hell? What the hell."

"I went to hell. Me."

"Hell...... hell hey"

Sigurd crushed emotionally. I guess I don't doubt Setsuna's words because she didn't even think it was such a joke, or because she doesn't think Setsuna is the kind of person who makes such a crappy joke.

"If there really is such a thing, he must have fallen as far as he could fall"

Distant eyes. I'm sure, looking at the past. I think of the landscape from when I met Lux to the end.

"I'm sure I'm going to hell, too. I'm not the only one. Everyone in" The Pale Wind "does. Gin, too. How dare you kill me to live? You're going to hell."

"Me too..."

"Oh, right. Dear Setuna, it's not so strange to be Lord of Hell that you're killed."

I don't know what face Setuna should look like either, because it's something that tells me half the time I laugh at something I can't laugh at. Though I do not deny that I have killed more than I have compared to Sigurd or Lux, and as a result, admit to going to hell.

"Right. In hell."

He exhaled, deeply, trying to squeeze out all the air in his lungs. Such a breath, as if even the various emotions in him were released into the atmosphere.

"He died trying to help us. This guy's... he's the real power of Gravestone. It was as strong as a monster. So both me and Jin could survive. It's all because of him. I just want to thank you."

Sigurd's voice was mixed with remorse.

"But. I'm not happy he's dead. Why? Why should he die? Younger than me, more talented than me. He could have been stronger. You can't compare to me."

"Mr. Sigurd......"

"I don't care what you say about this. I think if I were dead, not him. Well, maybe the" Pale Wind "could have contributed a little bit more."

"… somewhat, but it will change"

Sure, Lux is strong. It is an indisputable fact that he is a powerful man in a dimension that cannot at least be compared to Sigurd. Lux's height of physical ability was superhuman, with or without the aid of a summoning arm. In addition to that, he still had his stretching bills when he learned the War Dragon Calling Act. There is no doubt that it would have been stronger and stronger if the War Dragon calling method had been extremed and drilled further as a user of Gravestone. But still, there is an insurmountable wall. Even Lux, who uses the Dragon of War calling method and the Devil's Sword, cannot exchange god killing. Maybe I can do as much as eat up to the lions. But when it comes to how Lux can kill someone who can't be helped by Miliu's pseudo-magic, all that remains is a question mark.

Lux is strong. Probably as powerful as mankind can be, it will be. But they are no match for the lions, who are beyond humanity, or for the gods, who are of another dimension.

Speaking of whether there had been any significant changes in the situation, if there had been any Lux, what do you think?

"You're not gonna make a big difference? Well, that sounds like a lot of sayin ', too, master of the afterlife."

"Because I know my master's strength best"

When Setuna told him, Sigurd laughed bitterly that it was so. No man has interacted with Lux more than Setuna, his disciple. Perhaps Setsuna has crossed swords with Lux better than Sigurd, who has been together for over a decade. Besides, in Setuna's case, I'm dealing with a serious lux. We killed each other. In hell, though. The Sigurds have just stood up to the serious Lux. Being able to cross swords with serious Lux is synonymous with being truncated by Gravestone. If it's not a gravestone, it's just a sword, so be it.

"Have you been squeezed considerably in hell"

"That's it already"

"Well... that was a disaster"

"Rather, I was happy, I was."

"A disciple in trouble for an unusual master? Similar things don't match wavelengths."

"Ha, I'll take that as a compliment"

"Oh, I'm praising you. Master Setuna, and about Lux."

Sigurd admitted it lightly.

"I'm here because he helped me. My life is like he gave me. So I'm going to try to survive as best I can. When you see him again in hell, don't let him laugh at you, do everything you can. That's what he wants."

"Yeah, I'm sure... my master would hope so too"

Setuna narrowed her eyes, thinking of Lux, who would be singing hell when she affirmed Sigurd's thoughts with all her might. Was that hell a fantasy itself, a thing with a real image, a fictional statue, a reality? In a world where lies and truths coincided, but Setsuna did hear. The voice of Lux. Lux's thoughts. I felt like I could tell the Sigurds that at all, and Setuna, slightly satisfied.

Since my return to this world, one of the things I had hoped for at the bottom of my heart came true.