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

The steel mannequin, named Mistri Mist, whistled again. A few Mundas gathered in front of him turn their heels and then return to the herd. Like walking with that short tail swinging, when it comes to cuteness, it could be.

"Mechanism? Administrator?

"Oh, you were a different world. I didn't know anything and deserved it. Excuse me."

Mistri Mist's attitude was always as polite as caring for Miliu. That seems strange because Miliu himself has a sense of being an intruder from different worlds. This is a different world, and Miliu deserves to be called an outlaw. I couldn't complain about being recognized as an enemy and attacked. Yet Mistri Mist even has such an atmosphere that Miliu takes great care not to offend her.

"The Mechanism is a mechanism created a long time ago to manage this Alga Marga continent. Some fools call it gear, but it's not such a tiny thing. The status quo is the one that holds the fate of this continent, and all of it is a substitute that will hold the entire world. It must be for us, it is not an exaggeration when it comes to the lifeline itself"

"... heh"

"Well, naturally I'm not sure in this explanation. but I don't even seem to be able to explain it well. The Agency already existed when I was born, and for the last millennium, it continued to administer this continent without ever resting. If there is a deficiency somewhere on the continent, we will issue a warning and we will go to the spot to repair it. That's how the continent has lived. It's natural for us."

"Guys, that means there's more than you, right?

…… Oh, you mean my species. Of course, as many armored beasts are besides Munda, so are many of my subordinates. Well, there aren't a hundred administrators. "

I added. Maybe that was his pretty self-assertion. Its less than a hundred administrators, Mistri Misto, can be considered excellent among their genus and located in the higher ranks.

"We call ourselves robots. I'm not sure how long I've been calling you that, even if you hit the mechanism, but anyway, it seems like you've been calling me that for a long time. Apparently, he's in the shape of us, and he's human. They say it's a mannequin, and therefore a drone."

"Robot..."

"And now I feel I finally understand what that word means. Visitors from different worlds... thanks to you."

"What do you mean?

"I guess human shapes mean things that look like you,"

It was his question, and Miliu pinched his mouth. Miliu's opinion, however, was similar to his. Robot. Man-made, man-made man-made man-made man-made. Either way, given the meaning of the word human form, we get there. Wasn't it so named for a machine that resembled a human figure?

"Because it's also convincing. I've been wondering for years. I wonder what human form means and what the real thing about the word" drone "is. That's what's been ice melted. Visitors from different worlds, no, Miliu-Levaire. I want to thank you."

"You don't even have to thank me. I didn't do anything."

"You have visited this world. I just deserve to be thankful for that. Anyway, more than a thousand years of long-standing questions iced away. This is a great event for us airmen. It will also be engraved heavily in the historical chronology. With your name."

"Maybe that's it."

"Don't you ever get impressed with your race's secrets when they're revealed?

"No, well, if it's about me... I'm impressed... I guess"

"You will. You will. No, no, it's really great. It's nothing but good luck to see you."

Miliu felt kind of left out, staring at Mistri Mist, who looked particularly touched. He's the one who's excited and moved. Miliu is just standing there and can't even be swallowed up by that inspiring vortex. Instead, a wave of confusion was pushing in, and she was stunned.

"Well, so one question, what is the purpose of your visit to this world? It didn't have any purpose, it just didn't happen to arrive, did it? Interworldly metastases observed more than once have been phenomena of metastasis from this world to the other. That was the phenomenon of the transition from the other world to this world all this time. There's one thing that that means. What is the only purpose in this world? Didn't I?

"Yeah, well, I've got a purpose..."

Miliu was somewhat lost because there was something I couldn't tell him if it was something I could tell him. Mistri Misto has, so far, done no harm to Miliu, and on the contrary, there has been a friendly place from the beginning. It's good momentum to be happy that Miliu didn't get his hands on Munda, to be excited about Miliu's very existence, and even to be extremely helpful to Miliu. But there was also no denying the possibility that they were a means to deceive Miliu.

This is a different world. It was a different world in all respects than Ils Valle, and I never went beyond to be vigilant.

"Can't we talk? Well, so is that. Nothing foolishly honestly reveals everything to someone you just met and don't even know. No, was I there? Hmmm......"

"Idiot, honesty is a thought."

"Right. A little too much talk. I had no idea of the possibility that you might be my enemy, fine dust, or this kind of thing. That's a breeze. No, I can't deny what Nernel said about this."

"Nernel?

"Nerna Nernol, a managerial pilot just like me. It's spicy, you can say whatever you want about me, you're a bystander, you're an optimist, you're a hopefulist. And the trouble is that I can't argue with that."

He behaved like he had a heart attack.

Nerna Nernol. A new name, but one that rhymed somewhere might be for reasons like Mistri Mist was saying. I guess the sound is important.

That's how Miliu learned to be one of the Mistri Mists. It was also clear from the fact that he was a person who did not even need to be vigilant, that he would answer only if asked. Where is his mechanism and where do they robots live? And I was able to get as much information as he knew about what the situation was on this continent.

As Nerna Nernol rated it, I guess he's a detour.

Therefore, it also answers the questions of people from different worlds like Miliu. Nevertheless, I didn't tell you everything washed away. Probably untouched by something as important to them as life. Only that part seems solid.

Miliu decided, about him, to head to the city of their drone.

Because the Mistri Mist and other cities, Matra Maton, were talking about being south of the Gate of Vermilion, beyond the hills, and fell under the search condition of being near the Gate of Vermilion. And because of Mistri Mist's suggestion that in order to gather information, it is quick to make use of the mechanism.

In those days, Miliu totally trusted him.