Black Summoner

- Trysen Magic Knights headquarters

"Ha, why do I have to come here..."

A man equipped with silver armor sighs with a tanned face. He is Jin Dalba, Deputy Secretary of the Knights of Steel. He is the son of one of General Dan of the Knights of Steel. He takes himself to the Magic Knights headquarters of his deputy to summon General Clive Theraze, who never shows signs of responding to the convocation. Originally, it is the role of the more terminal human being, but this convocation is a round table meeting. (i) A soldier is not even allowed to enter the room. This is what happened to him automatically when he stood critical on the boundaries of his role.

"I used to come joyfully brave to peek..."

The Magic Knights, a corner of the Trysen army, consist exclusively of women. He was from a famous family, cautious, and a force considered to be a flower of the high realm in an army that smelled like a man, many with a beautiful appearance. Until that man came...

Jin manages to move his heavy footsteps forward, remembering his frustrated and waiting father's face, and reaches Clive's room, which exists within headquarters.

I made a few mistakes with the female knight while I arrived here, but I was only given enough to have a mild conversation against a fairly high ranking gin. If this was a long time ago, it would have been a stoppage and a pissy salute on the spot.

(You feel like you don't have something here in the first place.)

Should I say there is no light in my eyes and I do not feel angry? Gin knocks on the door, thinking about that in a corner of his head. I left it for a while and got a response from the room.

"Hmm? You can come in because it's not locked."

It's a clear beauty, but what a careless language. Sigh again before opening the door, then Jin puts his hand on the door knob.

"Excuse me!

The one that spread beyond the well-opened door was a dark room that smelled heterogeneous, whether it was burning incense or not. You're going crazy after sniffing for a while, and I turn forward as I read my hazard perception. The curtain is closed, with light slipping slightly from the gap, but not to an adequate light source. In the back of the room, there seems to be something with Mozomozo on the huge bed, but it's not well seen from where Jin stands. But I didn't like the fact that women's clothes were scattered under the bed.

"Is that it? You're not my boy... who are you?

A shadow emerges from the darkness, pointing only at his neck this way. Back length is about 180 cm, just like gin. At first glance, I get the impression of a good man, but I can see it as a good workout from a muscle that is as tight as I like it. What strikes me above all is that you are a beautiful young man of the world as if you were created with your ideals in mind. If they were village or town daughters there, they would just be smiled at and dropped. No, isn't nobility an exception? Because it's still down there.

"I am Jin Dalba, Deputy Secretary of the Knights of Steel!

"... oh, Dan's"

Clive takes the trick as if he remembered.

"The King is calling a round table. General Clive, I need you to come in as soon as possible!

"It's a hassle... I'm very busy right now"

Once again the shadow of Clive disappears into the darkness and the cringing sound of the bed begins to ring. It was time for Jin to stop, but this place can't be like a battle of guts, putting mud on his father's face.

"A general vote is being cast. I will lay low here on the agenda, but the current vote is divided by two to two."

The stirring stops perfectly.

"... who are the proponents of that?

"I can't say here"

"Mm-hmm..."

I had no choice, so Clive gets up on the bed.

"I hope Stra is the proponent."

I felt a harmonious, terminal face seemed ugly and distorted in the dark.

- Kelvin Mansion/Dungeon

"That's where the information I let him spit out."

"... Hmm, Tricen finally moved,"

We succeeded last night in capturing a group of tower-like men watching my mansion, letting Serra's black magic throw up root information, just like it did in the black wind. Otto, you are apparently one of the captains of an organization called the Dark Side of Trisen. According to his story, there are five Trysen armies, in which there are generals, deputies, large captains, captains and sequences. Otto, your unit is going to be a small one. Well, there's no way there's gonna be a whole bunch of guys coming for assassinations and espionage.

He seemed to assume that he was truly a Trysen hero about the Christophs, resenting me and the swordyards as if they were his parents' revenge for convicting him of being the head of a bandit. By the end of the line, this is it in the captain class within the army, perhaps the truth about Trissen is only known to some upper management. Information control is scary.

After getting out the crude information, strengthen Serra's dreams (Hypnosis) and quickly pour them into the basement. Tell Rio, the head of the guild, the upside of things, to this day.

"Trysen, who has so far denied his association with the black wind and thoroughly avoided making things rough, will seek assassination? The substantive mastermind in this matter seems to be the first prince Azglad, but I wonder if we still don't have enough information. As a matter of fact, we've seen a lot of movement around the border with Trisen lately."

"... you say?

"There have been several light skirmishes with gowns before, but still no prominent actions have been taken. I should have been careful about Pards, which is a symbol of peace, and Trage, who will be an important opponent to cover food. That's now power reconnaissance and slave procurement to the neighborhood - from moderates to extremists, there may have been a change in internal circumstances for some reason. As it stands, there's a chance that Tricen will commit an act of aggression."

"War, is it"

"Oh."

Since the discovery of the black-style incident, Trage, Delamis and Gown have collaborated to bring accusations to Trisen and begin a rebellion. It was just an unknown response from Trisen, but there was too much evidence to do it. Is a cornered Trissen trying to wage a war against three countries in misery? Rationally, I think that would be too reckless...

"It's still just my personal prediction at this stage. But be very careful. If this guy's testimony is correct, Kelvin, you're likely to be targeted again."

"... right, I remember the liver"

Whatever it is, I've never been over alert. I guess I'll make some gear for Lion as well at a pace.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Kelvin, I had a favor to ask of you."

"Is this a special request from the guild leader? Long time no see."

"No, it's not mine this time. It's from Leonhardt Gown, the Beast King of the Beast Nation Gown."

Rio was a light nori as if to take the cigarette out of his nose, then he took out the luxurious envelope.