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

"It's dawn."

It wasn't until the battle was over and some time later that Lux crushed him with no one.

When I wondered if the sigurds who were supposed to be in Myram had suddenly been hit by a phenomenon of spatial transfer, I could say that they had been thrown out into a strange place earlier. It was also more and more confusing because it was not on the ground, but at sea, and I wondered if it would sink into the sea, landing on a surface that stopped moving as if time had stopped.

It's like I don't know what happened.

Sigurd is not the only one who has encountered such an eye.

They were all transferred, regardless of whether they were combatants or non-combatants on Myram's battlefield trail.

The soldiers of Lognoll, Dorca-Form and Nina-Sentol were also involved in the "Pale Wind" regiment headed by Sigurd, as was their son Rain-Diffon and Zephyrus, the spirit of the wind, to Enjour's patron Elenia-Diphone. The army led by Yubel the Demon King was also forwarded to the sea without one remaining, in the extreme of confusion.

Apparently, he's in the middle of a battlefield, which turns out to be because troops were deployed overhead, and the sight of armed summoners, imperial demons, dragons, and massive numbers of deceased covering the sky even gave the impression that it was the end of the world.

The battlefield in Myram was not the same size.

Sigurd, he's picking up.

This battlefield was deployed earlier when the great fleet of Nea Gandia was on its way, and the armies of man, the Imperial Devil, and the dragon might belong to forces opposing the Nea Gandia armies.

It wasn't until after the battle that I found out that Sigurd's inference had hit me.

I was briefly briefed when being transported from sea to land. In that explanation, it was nothing short of surprise that Setuna-Kamiya's name was raised as the central figure in the anti-Nair Gandia coalition. It should be within the assumptions.

When it comes to fighting the great fleet of Nair Gandia, we need the right amount of fighting power. It is a well-known fact that Setsuna is a user of black spears and one of the world's leading forces of war. Doesn't it mean that only with such a focus on him can we assemble an anti-Nair Gandia coalition?

With that explanation, the destination that was transferred to the dragons was the site of a coalition position.

The battle with the Nea Gandia army has transported them to the site of their return with ashes, apparently because the positions, including the main unit, are full of wounded and there is no room for the Sigurds to enter.

Most importantly, it could have been anywhere on land, so it didn't matter if it was the site or the wilderness.

Even though it was a frozen, stable scaffold, the sea was unsettled. I didn't mind any place if I could calm down on the ground.

The battle is over.

Then for a while, all we had to do was make sure everyone was safe and rejoiced.

The Imperial Demons made every effort to treat the wounded by order of the Demon King. Because even the seriously injured had been transferred to this assembly area.

But maybe that was rather something to be thankful for. If only the critically injured were to be left behind by Myram, they wouldn't even have been able to afford their first aid. The wounded have been transferred together, so they can be treated without one left.

Sigurd had been treated with Lunia's magic and bandaged all over his body, but it was something Lux laughed at with his belly when he saw how it looked. He couldn't wait to see that Sigurd was being made good by the Queen Demon. As a sigurd, I had no words to give it back.

"Oh, don't dawn"

Looking over my head, the stars' light was starting to fade. Morning light is starting to mix in the darkness of the night. Rugged skies. Morning is coming. The night dawns.

Sigurd slept on his back on the site of a position not abandoned. Multiple bandages wrapped from above a fully healed body limit body movement. but if you think that's Lunia's worrisome behavior too, it's a cute one.

Lux.

The young swordsman, wrapped around the clothes of the deceased, was sitting down next to the sigurd. A gin stands beside it. He looked around and his sharp eyes seemed to reveal his character of not failing to be alert at all times, whether on the battlefield or not.

"Then we'll never see each other again."

"I guess I'll return it."

To hell.

Lux and all the other victims who showed up with him, the Warriors of Red Wings led by Benedict-Fitline, will return.

If you look, Lux was looking far away. Silver hair swayed in the wind and looked radiant.

"Yeah, that's the deal."

"Well, it doesn't mean we're never gonna see each other again."

"Huh?"

"Anyway, hell is where we're going."

Sigurd, at, was seen as Lux. The look on his face like he was poked in the void reminded me of the old days. A little over a decade ago, I met a boy at a liquor store I stopped by. There was no way I could have imagined that such a boy would become part of "The Pale Wind" and be called “The Sword Ghost" by a sigurd without God.

Fate is a strange thing.

"I don't know when that will happen, either."

Sigurd bent his torso and sat back on the spot. Earlier in the day, when Lux was turning his gaze, it seemed that the Demon King and his concubine, the Princess, were playing something. The appearance of the Demon King, wielded by you, a princess who is too healthy to say it is before dawn, is hilarious when it comes to funny, but also smiling. In fact, the ministers of the Demon King have seen such parent-child exchanges and have their faces broken.

Maybe that's why he also seemed smiling at Lux.

"I don't know if it's going to be tomorrow, or maybe decades from now."

"If it's about a hundred years, you can wait for him."

"Well, I can't live a hundred years, no matter how much."

"No, no, if you're the captain, you're going to survive."

"Right. I'm the captain."

"What kind of creature is the captain in you?"

"The captain is the captain of the regiment. Hey, Mr. Jin."

"Yeah. Lux is right."

"I don't know why we only consign at times like this, but our vice chief and assault captain..."

"Well, that's because we were close."

"Were you?

"Yes."

Looking sideways at the gin, which naturally came to affirm, Sigurd had nothing more to sigh about.

Then Lux stood up.

Looking down at this one, Lux's sleigh is serious in itself.

"I was happy."

"Am I?"

He didn't seem to be joking, not to say anything unexpected.

"With the captain... with Mr. Sigurd, Mr. Jin, and with everyone else"

"Oh, my God, suddenly"

"First, I bid you farewell."

The look on those Lux's face was somewhere lonely.

Glad to see you again even temporarily, but having to break up again like this may amplify pity.

Sigurd also got kind of lonely and turned away.

"Ha... it doesn't look like"

"Isn't that nice, once in a while"

"Ma... Sometimes, maybe"

"Yes, occasionally"

It doesn't seem like it.

Usually he's the one who slaps lightly and only jokes, even on occasions like this, but he couldn't just do that this time.

So, I guess.

Neither did Sigurd feel like tearing it up.