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

It looks at this one as if it had nothing to do with the beasts, mingling with a herd of steel beasts. It is extremely similar to man - at first glance it seemed so, after all, because he stood on two legs, had a torso, two arms and one head. However, careful observation has clearly shown that it is something similar and non-human.

First, the whole body, but they're metallic. What is distinctly different from a man wearing a metal armor is the thinness of his ankle. Not only the ankle, but the entire foot is unlikely to be thin for a human wearing armor, and that is something that can be said about the whole but the foot. His hips, his torso, his shoulders, his arms, his neck, even his head, are wrapped up in an unlikely mass of humans wearing armor and helmets all over his body. Only the head seems to be manageable to imitate if the human with the small face shaves his hair and wears a small helmet, but because of the improbable fineness of his neck, there is no way he is human.

Overall, I get the impression that more sophisticated armor is thinly wrapped around it. The head, it was like a helmet, and I can clearly see from the fact that one jewel-like object, provided in the middle of the face, is acting as an eye. I don't see any ears or mouth. No, or maybe if you really are a helmet and take off your helmet, your original eyes, ears, and mouth will show up.

Speaking of appearance, the Urks Demon Crystal dolls looked more like humans than ever before, and they were friendly.

The steel mannequin just keeps an eye on Miliu, and he doesn't do anything, so Miliu couldn't move either.

If you move, they might jump, or they might attack you from a distance. From the moment I saw the steel mannequin, behind Miliu's brain, the Demonic Crystal doll was floating and couldn't leave. When it comes to magic crystal dolls, various sub-means of attack come to mind. From melee to ranged artillery, Urk's high combat ability is so superior that Miliu is unexpectedly jealous.

Knowing the existence of such a wolk was now helping to be fully alert to the steel mannequin. If we had not known the Urks existed, we would have been wary, but we would not have caught a thorough glimpse of their reaction so far.

Time flies as we keep an eye on each other.

Enough, no. Is it around more time?

All of a sudden, the steel mannequin moved out.

Miliu accidentally bent behind the bags, but the steel mannequin was moving in an instant towards Miliu's eyes. It was like a spatial transfer. No, maybe it actually was. It would also explain if Miliu moved there to a gap that had taken his gaze off the herd of beasts, if it were a spatial transition. If it's a spatial transfer, there's no downfall whatsoever, even if Miliu didn't notice the approximation of the human form.

But being stuffed with distance by a spatial transfer had reinforced Miliu's sense of crisis and had jumped unconsciously away.

"Don't be so alarmed. No, well, I don't know what makes me want to be vigilant, and in fact, I am vigilant... so I wouldn't be able to talk about getting away with it."

What the steel mannequin suddenly emitted was audio that was little different from that of humans. No, it's somewhat close to Urk's voice. Such audio, like no discouragement and no sense of emotional ups and downs. A voice with no emotion, no emotion, no heart, such an impression. But Miliu knows very well that Urk has feelings and a heart. I can't say enough that the type of person who speaks the voice of an untouched man doesn't have a heart.

(Can you speak the language? Is that our word, too?

Miliu first of all was surprised by the fact. It is the undisputed common language of the continent that the steel mannequins are emitting, and thus Miliu was clearly heard and understood. I didn't think, for example, that this might be somewhere in Iles Valle. Even though I didn't know everything about Illus Valle before the “Great Destruction," if such a land existed, I would have heard about it as much as a rumor. But Miliu never even heard of the existence of such a steel-covered earth.

In the first place, there is no way this could be the Iles Valais more than Laversoul disappearing and not responding to the summons. The world where Laversoul should be. Isn't it just a coincidence that that is this steel heaven and earth and that the steel human type emits a common language was a world that uses the same language?

Probably because Miliu had that in mind. The steel mannequin asked when he put his arms together to think about it.

"Can't you understand the words?

"... no, I get it. Clearly."

Miliu emphasized the part that clearly, but the other person didn't seem to understand what it meant. I received it exactly as I said and nodded.

"Right. That's good. Language walls are extremely large. The biggest barrier to mutual understanding."

"What are you?

"When you ask one, you should introduce yourself first, didn't you learn in your world?

"... you're right."

Miliu was ashamed of Mizu following allegations of a steel manhood. I did make sense of what he said.

"I'm Miliu. Miliu-Levaire. Human."

"Miliu-Levaire? Sounds good. Sound sounds are one of the most important things when naming. Wouldn't you?

I don't know.

"At least it is between us"

He never denied Miliu's idea. Even in that part, the impression was good. He doesn't have to push something. Except for the apparent self-assertion.

"My name is Mistri Mist. One calls me Miss. When you call me too, you don't mind me calling you that."

It sounded more like an assertion that we should call it that, I guess, it's not my fault. Named Mistri Mist, the behavior of the steel people-shaped seemed extremely gentlemanly. At the very least, from the moment they encountered them, they were defined as enemies, and there was no cruelty, no barbarity, no reason, no calm, and no doubt about the organization to which they belonged, or the height of the intelligence of the species, their one scale, where the highest priority was to deepen mutual understanding.

You seem to know I'm not from this world, don't you?

"Oh, sure. The mechanism observed the phenomenon of inter-world metastasis. It's not a transition from one world to another, it's a transition from another to this world. Sometimes this phenomenon has never been observed since the mechanism began to function properly, and I have been dispatched to the site, but how about going to the site? All I can find is the gate."

Whatever the gate is, I mean the Gate of Vermillion.

"I don't even think the gate is the only one that's metastasized. We observe your surroundings carefully, we discover your trail, and we follow you here. But, well, it was a shame you discovered it before you let Munda and the others out."

"Mundas...... you mean that one?

"Mm-hmm. Munda is a kind of mechanical beast. It inhabits in flocks like that and has a territory near Heavy Water Lake. Most importantly, if another armored beast claimed territory because he hated every dispute, he would move to another place... except you. Perhaps they will be outraged and attacked the moment you invade your territory."

"Why?"

'Cause you're not a mechanical beast.

"What about you?

"I am not a mechanical beast either... because I am the custodian of the mechanism. It's easy to keep them out of hand."

Mistri Misto made a light noise toward the herd of Munda when he said it without incident. It's like a whistle. It still didn't seem like anything but a whistle, but shortly after the sound of it sounded, some munda lifted her sluggish body and walked toward this one.

And when I came to the front of Mistri Mist, I stopped and looked up at him.

"Thus"

He didn't take pride in it, he left it as it should be.

Miliu can't keep up with understanding.