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

"Safe, my Führer."

The child-faced staff member smiled as he walked over. It's Ayn-Lanadies. Ain's face, illuminated by various lights illuminating the Rogner Island Allied positions, is bloody and very invisible to the dead. Rather, it seemed more alive on the battlefield.

I guess for him, called a younger and rare tactician, there's nowhere more comfortable than on the battlefield.

That's what he asks when he talks lightly.

"How did it feel to be a hostage?

"It wasn't too bad."

"Heh. Then I guess I should have enjoyed it a little more."

"Well, give me a break."

"What, then you didn't like it"

"I don't like it. Then why not? See?"

"Yes."

Nina nods to a bitter smile. I don't think it's a good idea that she and I are being held hostage because we don't need to worry about anything.

Seen, the faction of the Holy Army was making a fuss over the loss of the hostages, and it also seemed to be struggling to stifle the disturbance. They kept Dorka and Nina under strict custody and surveillance. That's not supposed to keep anyone's eyes off me, but it's gone. If so, it is not surprising that a voice has risen to pursue that responsibility.

It occurs to me that Flegroa will be furious.

But this is nobody's fault. It's bad for them. He turned the Lewdies wizards against the enemy, but was lightly taken hostage for it.

That is, can we say that the efforts of the Dorcas, who have weighed their daily coordination with the imperial demons of Mechidsar and promoted a symbiotic republic, are a solid testament?

If we turn our attention to our own positions, there are the Lewdies who will consolidate our main army, and they are lined up in various Imperial Demons, large and small, ahead of them. In the front row there are knights crossing the steel military horse (Buhmatz), but the knight was the Imperial Demon Resbel, Besbel, and man.

"But... this is a touchy face."

"Enjour is the pale wind, and Mekidsar is the demon king's army."

"My lord general and my staff."

"Well, you have to narrow down the number of people to rush from Bakhlia to Myram."

"I see."

It makes sense, Dorka thought.

From Bakhlia to Myram, it takes two days a day to fly a horse. It's impossible in the usual way to fill that distance in less than a few hours. After the splendid feet of Buhmatz and the help of an imperial demon with the ability to fly, it is finally possible.

And to do that, we just have to limit the number of people, like Ein said.

"But instead..."

What Dorca said at last was about the touch of his face being in the main force.

Demon King Yubel is fine. It is because he is "in control” of the Imperial Demons of Mechidsar that events are taking place that overshadow the common sense of Iles Valle: the coordination between man and the Imperial Demons. And he is the king of Mechidsar, and it fits the spirit of this counter-attack operation that he will appear from the ground up.

The same is true of the Demon Queen Lyuska. but in her case, she would want you to be on the battlefield more than Yubel in that you can also have expectations as a force of war.

The problem is the presence of the Princess of Mekidsar. If you can't count on a young girl who's not even old enough as a force of war, then if you do that, you'll definitely buy anger from Yubel, Rhuska, and the Rhudies of Mekidsar. That's why we shouldn't be out on the battlefield if we're supposed to be, but we should be behind something that has nothing to do with fighting.

Yet Luca was there.

It's also with Rayne, son of Eleanor-Diffon, guardian of Enjour.

"Well, the details are good, aren't they? The important thing is that the Mekidosar people moved spontaneously."

"Spontaneously?

"Yeah. Let's talk more later. We should now focus on the battle in front of us."

"So is that."

Dorka turned her gaze back to the battlefield in the sharp tone of Ayn's whispering. Fires across the shore are already subsiding. Tactically, I suppose we should have come in when our enemies got confused, but given the safety of the Dorkas, maybe it's a lethal thing.

"So, Ein. I guess the tactics have already been decided, huh?

"Yes. Even so, when I was able to rescue His Excellency and Mr. Nina, my role seemed to be over."

"I don't even think he's a tactician."

"Hey, I can light you up."

Elsewhere, suddenly, the Allies moved Ayn, who came up with something he didn't think he would.

A thousand and five hundred buffmats and the knights that spanned them began marching together. That's probably Ein's tactic, too, but Dorka couldn't help but be surprised that he didn't have any foretaste.

If Buhmatz's cavalry moves, then the Imperial Demons who held back in the queue are moving in unison. Winged things like Bethlear and Schiff flew through the sky.

The opposing enemy forces are also moving. A total of two thousand garrison units had begun marching in tripartites. Midnight. The movement of the army is evident by the lights listed by the soldiers. It will inform the enemy of their location, but only relying on starlight to march is to extricate difficulties, even if they are familiar with the terrain, and there is no way to do so.

Meanwhile, the Allies did not need lights.

Though it was the position that was lit with brilliant light, it was not one of the Buhmatz cavalry that ran ahead. The reason is simple. Buhmatz works at night.

The Buhmatz cavalry became a black storm and ran through the battlefield, killing them to the enemy army that had just moved out. At the moment of the clash, the roar to awesome is roaring. Then, suddenly behind enemy lines, the firepillars rose, illuminating the battlefield with brilliance. It must have been inevitable that the Saint soldiers would have floated when a number of fireballs thrown in from the fire pillar began to ravage the Saint Army position.

Blackmail.

Besides, behind the big city of Myram, he was attacked completely alarmed and relieved. Without any foretaste, no omens.

(No...)

Dorka looked at Ayn sideways and changed her mind.

The Holy Army should have considered all possibilities with regard to this tactic, beyond taking hostages who were supposed to have been held in strict custody and under surveillance.

However, the Saint Knight, entrusted with the command of the garrison, did not think that far. Even to the extent that the hostages were intelligent enough to try to carry things in their favor, there would have been no brains enough to wrap up the overshadowed, confused situation and build new tactics.

Because you're a human being to that extent, it's the Holy Knight's stop.

At least if Saint General Nerivel-Ordor had commanded 20,000 garrison troops before Flegroa became commander, would he have made the right decision even under these circumstances?

I don't feel that way.

Even so.

(Can't help it)

By the countless fireballs projected by the firepillars, the Saint Army position was chaotic.

Until then, the armies that had gathered together in one, with both temper and prestige, were no longer able to impose their hands at the moment of their rise and loss of control. Where one Flegroer exhaled pneumonia, there's nothing I can do about it.

They are ravaged without the skill to exchange the Allied forces' controlled attacks in front of them, only to crumble the front.

"Is this what you think it is?

"Yeah, well."

Ayne-Lanadies had told me with a smile that remained the same.