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

The mansion is on fire.

Boom, it's burning.

The fierce flames of crimson rise to such momentum that they tear the darkness of the night and scorch the brilliant heavens of the stars as well. Full burning of the mansion is inevitable. Everything on the property will return to ashes. That's what I knew from the beginning, and I have no regrets.

The magnificent mansion overlooking the King's capital, Runeberel, was also a symbol of his authority, making it the private residence of the Knights of the Kingdom, Graham Zan-Nordis. It is not a patriarchal land, etc. It was something he had acquired by the will of Mizu since he had risen to this status. It can't be inconsiderate. But it's also true that you can't change your belly on your back.

Besides, you can build the mansion again. I didn't lose the hill, and I have a separate mansion. There were no problems at all in living in the Wang capital. Instead, a separate residence as close to the Royal Palace was exceptionally above for convenience.

The pain is.

My soul is trembling.

Crying.

I've got my men involved. promising Knights of the Future. The name and face float in the back of the brain and become foggy. Just thinking about them is going to break my heart.

But it was a necessary sacrifice.

Besides, it can be said that too few sacrifices were made to make it invincible and discuss the undefeated mercenary group White Shield.

It's not even a joke, such as picking up "White Shield" Commander Kuon = Kamiya for just 100 people. If we had planned such an operation, we wouldn't even be able to buy a smile. It is sophisticated to be silenced. Or you might be desperate for that weakness in your head,

The White Shield is such a powerful enemy.

Six months ago, a group of mercenaries formed by Kuon-Kamiya, a mysterious boy who suddenly appeared on the battlefield where Gandia and Logner armies confronted each other, bringing the elusive fortress of Balsar to fall on Logner and a great victory that could be described as miraculous.

Starting with two armed summoners, Wald-Mastia and Mana-Ericcia, he said he had many competent talents, including Illis, who became a swordsman of great arms and called "the Scarf", and Sweel-Lanagaudi, who presided over the knowledge of the White Shield, whose power was comparable to that of the Knights of the Kingdom.

They were a really small organization at the beginning of their formation. Besides Quon-Kamiya and Sweel-Lanagaudi, there were only enough members to count, and roughly speaking of mercenary groups and so on. However, as mercenaries crossed the country, they gained track record.

If you say so, you're undefeated.

If you say so, invincible.

That was the assessment of the White Shield and it was all.

In all the battles they participate in, they did not lose. There was no shortage of any of the members. Nothing seriously injured me. Even if the allies were in total annihilation, only the White Shield left the battlefield intact, he said.

That's why they're invincible and undefeated.

That's why we have to do everything we can to confront them.

Graham, however, stopped about a hundred people from putting in. The only strength of the White Shield is the five executives, including the Commander, who, normally speaking, is still too much, but in this case, this was too little. About a hundred people, they are easily kicked in front of them. I could die in vain.

Still, the less sacrifice you pay, the better. I don't want to offer sacrifices or anything if I can, but the future of this country is at stake.

I had no choice.

And it was tonight's meeting that I prepared to make that sacrifice as little as possible. No matter how many White Shield executives, this one should have been in their favor if they were naked and unarmed.

They are mercenaries who have made a covenant with the Kingdom of Berel. Beyond that, there's no way I'd turn down an invitation to an immediate meeting of the Knights Commander. And if it's just a dinner party, I have to be defenseless. Whatever the costume is, it's armed. It's a dinner party hosted by the Knights Commander. There is also the inevitability of arming.

But. The opponent is that White Shield. Invincible army. An undefeated group. Whether or not they are opponents that if they don't even have weapons in their hands, they can handle it.

Even though there are only five opponents, can you crush them with about a hundred? What is invincibility, an alias to that extent? Is undefeated such an easy ending legend?

Graham made his decision after reflecting on his reflections. Let's sacrifice a hundred people to put in. Instead, let's erase the White Shield leaders and five others from the ground and bring peace to the Kingdom of Berel.

With this measure, all you have to do is ask the Knights to buy some time. You don't have to kill each other with the White Shield executives, and therefore you don't fear defeat. You don't have to waste your life.

Even if sacrifice is unavoidable, yes. I've never crossed that low number. And he was a worthy opponent to make a sacrifice.

Anyway, the survival of the country is at stake.

"Is this a good idea?

"Oh......"

Graham turned away from the burning hills and turned back onto the path as he nodded small to Deputy Commander Ash-Wimbert's inquiry. I have pain. But if you can't drink down this heart-burning pain, you can't do it like a Knights Commander.

He has a responsibility as the Knights Commander. We must defend the peace and tranquillity of the Kingdom of Berel and defeat our external enemies. We must command the army and win the battle. Defeat is unacceptable. Its heavy and awesome, and it would be unbearable with a great deal of mental power. There is no excuse, such as losing heavy pressure and misjudging.

Yes, this was the right decision.

It should have been worth just sacrificing hundreds of my men.

You destroyed your worst enemy. No more achievements. The King of Istria will convince you, too. No matter how much the King puts into The White Shield, if you know why, you have to acknowledge Graham's actions.

Without that much reason, there's no way he's going to take action.

"The devil is gone."

He told him like he was talking to himself. None of the Knights executives accompanying him would have understood the meaning of his words. Whether it's Ash-Weinberg, Milan-Class, Weiss-Madley, Six-Lyme, it's not that you're not understanding enough. Instead, they were so carefree and subordinate that they were too conjectural. The Knights are functioning as he thinks they are, thanks to the fact that they are working with Graham's will.

Still don't understand. Naturally. Who knows what has not been explained?

But Graham's words were true to him. That's all there was to it, and I didn't need any more facts. Even if in reality hundreds of Knights have been sacrificed, before that truth it will be sumptuous.

Graham Zan-Nordis went for the Royal Palace. The report that the Nordis Mansion is burning may already be making a scene in the royal palace. In fact, the city of Runeberel had been fussed by the appearance of a flaming hitch on a hill overlooking the city.

Time slot too early to still sleep. The Wang capital was as busy as usual, and therefore many would have witnessed the Knights Commander's private residence engulfed in flames and the fire pillars pierced the night sky. Witnesses made a scene and citizens gathered around the hill. I wonder what happened. Anxiety, curiosity and speculation buzzed people's ears.

The Grahams had to break through the crowd gathered with wild horse guts. Besides, behind - the flames burning on the hills were pushing away some of the darkness of the night descending from the overhead, highlighting their presence as they descended from the hills.

Everyone in the crowd was delighted with the survival of the Knights Commander and cadres, even as they were surprised by the advent of Graham and others. It suddenly appeared from the direction of Graham's private residence, surrounded by flames. It would be natural to speculate that the Grahams could have escaped the arson (though it was too much firepower) due to something.

Anyway, I didn't look like a mastermind because of the Grahams outfit. Dressed in luxurious costumes, they could only think like they escaped difficulties by escaping in the middle of a party, no matter where they looked from.

Graham did not break a single expression in the awe and curiosity of the crowd. They will drop their sights soon. There's no way the average citizen, not even a nobleman, could look directly at the Knights Commander. That said, there is nothing more foolish than paying attention to the crowd on this occasion. We must hurry to the royal palace.

As Graham approached the crowd silently, the citizens paved the way for them with a hesitation. Hundreds of wild horses break up to the left and right with noise.

A wave of people broke in two, creating a single path.

The road will lead to the city and to the royal palace. The interior of the royal palace may not be in a big commotion. The Cavalier's private residence was burned. Moreover, it coincides when we are hosting a party to deepen rapport with the mercenary group White Shield. It can't be a fuss.

Graham had to hurry. He must meet in person and give an explanation to remove the king's anxiety. Meetings with the mercenary group White Shield, its backdrop. The fact that the demon has just vanished, which would have threatened the future of this country.

(I'm glad that's it. "The demon has perished. I have nothing more to want. This country is cheap......)

Graham was about to sip his chest burning pain as he went down the path of his birth among the crowd. It was the foundation for the future of my country. I would have liked it if it had been sacrificed. Yes, I try to guess. But we also know that the idea is impossible. It was a confidential plan, but I didn't explain anything to the Knights I put in at that time. I've only given orders to shoot the White Shield executives. I wouldn't have been prepared to die for my country more than that. It disappeared with flames without even knowing that the death was in no way in vain. His thoughts did not even serve as deception to comfort his own mind.

That's when the black wind blew. A pitch-black breeze. As soon as the wind passed beside Graham, he felt a gaze full of intense hostility. It's not just hostility. The sharpened intent to kill is sometimes a reminder of sharp blade sharpness.

Graham, although convinced that the wind was not a natural phenomenon or something, couldn't even stop him from moving forward. I am in a hurry to the royal palace. Not if you're distracted by that.

and.

"Where are you going? Graham Zan-Nordis"

What I heard from in front of me was a stabbing voice. A woman's voice. While I suppress and kill my anger, I don't even try to hide the overflowing hostility. No, maybe I can't hide it. Purified hostility strikes Graham as if it were a blade.

Graham narrowed his eyes to the voice of an unfamiliar woman. On the street ahead, something is shaking as if darkness had descended. I did not remember the awesomeness of his willingness to slay in the darkness, but whatever it was, it seemed that he would never take lag.

This is the leader and executives of the Knights who were able to fight. He also carries a weapon when he leaves the mansion. More importantly, they are alone.

There is one trick. One intent to kill. I just don't know who it is. The woman's figure is melting in the dark.

"Who is it?

Asked in a harsh voice was Deputy Commander Ash. He lay his hands on the pattern of a sword strapped to his waist and stood up to be truncated by plucking.

But the woman did not answer Ash's question. Rather, I've spinned words that I wouldn't anticipate.

"My Lord wants to speak directly with you."

"What?"

Graham turned out to be a strange face. It's a word without context. Who is the Lord, and what is she? I can't imagine.

And it wasn't until Graham figured out who the shaking darkness was that he understood the meaning of her dialogue.

Swinging in the dark was a pitch-black dress. Its distinctive Gothic costume looked familiar. There was no way I could not remember the decadent and disloyal impressions I witnessed some time ago and coming from that costume. A woman with dark hair and gray eyes. The only reason it's small and looks like a doll dressed is because of the dress that wraps around you. An inorganic, lifeless eye. An undulating look. Pale skin for clarity. Signs far from what can be held by a roughly biological human being. It's like he's alive but dead...

"Iris!

He was screaming, forgetting me. Iris. Make her a swordsman belonging to The White Shield, and a Khon-Kamiya kamiya kamiya!

Though she was supposedly extinguished from the ground by flames along with Quon.

Feels like my spine freezes. Bad feeling. No, that's not a hunch or anything. It comes from the reality in front of us, prediction.

Illis is like my Lord.

"No way......!

Graham looked back stunned. His gaze suddenly passes through a noisy crowd as he captures the executives unfolding in front of Graham in preparation for the assault of Illis, to the rear - the road that leads to the hill.

Moment after moment, he flashed.

At the end of Graham's gaze was a flock of strangers. I can't help but think of myself as a deceased. Slowly, but surely, he walks toward us as he draws his heavy body. A bunch of armor. Its footprint is too uncertain, as if a horde of dead people crawling out of hell are looking for the living to kill.

Leading the herd of the dead, though lighter in footsteps than they are, are still something that wraps up some bitter air. The costumes worn for the party, however, create an unfilled groove between the deceased and the armored. Most of all, I don't know who the Hell's Pathway Guide is. It could have been something like that.

It will be the crowd that made the move. A bunch of armor appears from the burning hills, marching quietly and secretly. It was a queue of defeated soldiers, no matter what they looked like, and a tragic appearance of death.

(Miserable...?

Graham shook his head in his chest. The bustling prison guards, who led a group like the dead, obviously enjoyed the situation. The footsteps are gradually lighter and the expression is bright. The gaze does not look this way, but asks how the crowd reacts.

Leading the way is Quon = Kamiya. I guess I can't stop hurting him any more than I have a pure white shield in my hand. The sleaze was full of mercy and too disproportionate to lead the departed.

It is the two Wald-Mastia and Mana-Ericcia who consolidate the left and right of Quon. Waldo wears an extremely pitch-black armor that doesn't look good in a suit, and I guess that's the black phantom we hear about.

Mana also has a stick in her hand that doesn't look good at all for a luxurious dress. Is that her summoning armed stardust?

Sweel-Lanagaudi is holding back behind Quon. He is not a non-combatant because of his age. Swell says it's the brainchild of the White Shield. Participation in the battle is not just a contribution to the organization.

And to refrain behind The White Shield were the Knights offered by Graham as sacrifices. The faces of those who took the helmet, such as Karel-Farius, Gash-Beirel and Zanan-Satline, are silent. The gaze is uncertain, and the motion is dull as if you are trapped in a nightmare as well.

"Why...... why!

The voices that Graham uttered as he squeezed out were plundered and scattered into the void. Though the survival of the Knights did not relieve Graham's heart-burning Red Lotus fire-like pain somewhat, the presence of the Quons, the White Shield, was causing him a different kind of pain.

It's fear.

Fear of being one step closer, another.

Only then would he have set fire to the mansion and burned everything down with all his men.

That's awe.

Quiet, fear of what loosely approaches.

That's why he tried, at all costs, to wipe it out of this earth.

Quon = Kamiya.

Demon.

"Why? That's the question here. Why are you imitating this?

Quon's voice was well heard. I see no hostility or killing, but rather emotions such as pity and mercy are voiced. The knickles are also soft. It was not the kind of gaze directed at the hostiles.

The distance between the two sides has already shrunk to about ten meters.

"Why, then...!

Graham kept his eyes open. Gaze only at Quon. I don't hear a murmur, and the murmur never fills the back of my brain. Consciousness trembles.

"That's decided!

Just screaming. In his head, there was a bright light flashing. A pure white light. Clear flash. Everything gets smeared white.

"Decided... I'm here"

Look over your head.

A bright white world. Not the scattered night sky of the stars, but pure white dyes his sight. Any dirty white. I saw something swimming through the pure white.

Shadow.

A shadow of something crossing the white world with no clutter.

That's not just one thing. Two, Mitsuzu grows.

Eventually, when the shadow increases to four, he discovers that there is a pair of wings on the part that hits the back of that shadow. It was a big wing. The shape of the shadow also showed that it was not a bird or something.

So what is it?

He, for some reason, gasped for air, but could not take his eyes off the shadows. The four shadows were swirling over his far head. Eye gazing.

"Oh......!

He realized who the four shadows arcing overhead were. That wasn't just a shadow. It bears the light. The light to be given from behind hid those figures in the backlight, but rather that fact proved that the identity of the shadow was sacred. I can't think of anything else, such as a being that bears the back light.

He was driven by the urge to scream. I can't stop my body from trembling with joy. Even tears flow down. I can't stop. More intense than the depths of my heart runs and overflows.

Joy.

Celebration.

Joy.

Joy.

"Angel!

The shadow of heaven stopped its swirling as if to respond to his cry. He was quietly throwing his sleigh at Graham as he stagnated on all sides of his head. There are four sights hidden in the rear light. Full of majesty and charity. When he acknowledged that gaze, he knelt down to the ground trying to collapse, trembling all over his body at the joy overflowing from the depths of his soul.

Graham Zan-Nordis was a devout Vashtara. The country of Berel itself is. In other words, it is a state religion, from the king to the citizens of the end, to the Vashtara Church. but the seriousness of his faith heart was such that there was nothing lined up in Berel.

His code of conduct was the very teaching of the Church, and when he witnessed the descent of the angels God wanted to use, his fate was determined.

I didn't think it was an unlikely phenomenon such as the descent of an angel.

It is also significant that he is a vigorous Vashtara, but it was also irrelevant that there was a alien monster on this continent that transcended the knowledge of the people called the Imperial Demon. Something like a demon exists. God has gone to heaven, and it is not surprising that the angels have come down to earth as the Lord's use. I even thought it was rather inevitable.

God is believed to be the one who saves the people of the earth.

Graham can't even suspect it. Angels have existed strictly and have spoken to him. It wasn't weird, it wasn't funny, it wasn't a joke, even if I swallowed and cried.

Margie said, "The devil is happy."

Marzia is a city in southern Berel. It was, at first glance, a small city with no change in philosophy, but the choice of the mercenary group White Shield as a base of activity had led to a jump in attention. The thunder name of the invincible mercenary group White Shield has had too much effect to attract the interest of the Berel people, and many of them visited Marzia from all over the country just to worship their appearance, he said.

"The devil is interested in Margie."

"What the hell is a demon...?

He asked terribly. There was so much to be feared, such as speaking to an angel, but I can't even move on to action without understanding what that means. God's use is about to tell us something straight away. Then we must live up to that expectation with the whole body and spirit, but even that will not come true if we do not understand the meaning of the word.

"The devil... it is evil. Something evil. Something disobedient to the heavens. of cursed servants. bow-drawing things to our Lord. Something to stay up at night. Hell incarnate. Fingertips of ruin. And his people desire more the destruction of the continent, and the flood of chaos. Our enemy. You are the enemy. Enemies to defeat. Enemies to fight. Enemies To Destroy '

The unshakeably majestic voice of an angel still violently rocked Graham's soul, purifying his thought in a certain direction.

In other words, he inclined his consciousness only to bring peace and tranquillity to this land of Berel, the annihilation that the angel called "demons".

"The angel did not tell us what the devil looked like and in what way he would come to this rune berel.

Graham interpreted the Marzia-based White Shield as the "demon”. When King Istria found out that he was planning to invite them to the King's capital, Lumberel, and that the King's capital was the stronghold of the White Shield as it were, Graham decided that now was the time to take action. "It's too late for the devil to show his legs.

On top of that, he did not take measures such as night raids on the new White Shield stronghold set up in Runeberel in order to minimize sacrifices. As long as we can erase the main executives of The White Shield, the rest will be easy. All you have to do is overwhelm in numbers.

And Graham invited the Quons to the mansion, suggesting that they go against their philosophy on the table at the dinner party. It was the attribution of the White Shield to Berel, and there was also the thought that Graham would not be able to call it "the devil" if the people jumped at the suggestion.

As a result, the negotiations broke down and Graham gave the order. with some blame. Whether it be the life of an angel, he is also one man. My heart broke naturally.

He also didn't think it would be a bad idea to crush the White Shield here in the long run, whether it was a demon or not. Think about when they turn to their enemies one day. Invincible groups of mercenaries, etc., they can't help themselves. I can't get my weapon. Both the sharpened blade and the forged flesh were powerless in front of an invisible shield.

Graham was convinced that his decision was not a mistake when he saw the phenomenon, which he had heard rumors about.

……

He looked up, feeling his gaze. I'm not an angel. The angel should have feathered overhead, and I didn't remember standing forward. No, in the first place, has the angel descended again? Have you pitied his predicament and tried to reach out to me?

When Graham thought that, the pure white fantasy could not disappear. The shadows of the angels also sink into the abyss of complex memories. It is reality that spreads in front of us. A pale darkness lit by the flames on the hill vaguely enveloped the surroundings.

(What the hell is this...?

He was stunned. Was the return of an angel just an illusion? Are you saying that it was a fantasy created by a mind in a state of absolute desperation to escape from reality? But my heart is trembling with joy. It was true that tears overflowed and conveyed cheeks.

How could you?

Unexpectedly, the light shined.

……

Graham doubted my eyes.

The light that cleaves through the dim darkness. Clean glow. It was the same as the angels' posterior light. Just bathing in that light seemed to wash my mind. Emotions are shaken violently, joy turns into a torrent and runs all over the body.

The light source was right in front of me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?

The light plunges from the back of Quon-Kamiya and swallows not only Graham, who kneels, but also the Knights executives who have formed formations and the crowds who swallow solitary spit to watch them become. But no one, except Graham, seemed to be aware of the phenomenon. He doesn't even know what's happening to him. Although Quon's expression did not appear hidden in the backlight.

Graham shook his shoulder. Stay on your knees and clear your ears in his footsteps. Light shoe sound engraved on paved roads. There is no anger. Severe emotional swings seemed neither to speed up Quon's legs nor to be loosening them. I'm just surprised by this attitude, I know from his signs.

"Wow, I..."

Graham looked for the words to convey, staring at Kuon's face hidden in the backlight. He admitted his mistakes all over his chest. He said he interpreted the words of the angels at will, convinced them, and went wild. As a result, he has wasted many lives. Now, even if it was the Knights who survived led by Quon-Kamiya in front of them, there was no way they were all helping. We had enough gunpowder to burn everything down and set fire to it.

I scattered my life for no reason.

Pain tightens his heart again. How can I apologize to them?

Initially I assumed it was an act of justice according to the angel's life, which served as some sort of absolution, but more than the idea turns out to be one point in Graham, the absolution marks peel off, and regret and guilt push me like a flood. I can't even think of words to apologize for. No, you can't just apologize.

They didn't even have to die.

"I was wrong..."

"Huh?"

Quon's reaction, like clapping out, is unclear. A man who set fire to all his men and tried to wipe them out suddenly became obnoxious. It was natural to feel odd. But Graham couldn't be stronger. Unilateral assumptions almost killed the Quons.

Existence that emits the same light as an angel!

(Really... you mean that)

Graham looked up at the boy who stopped his leg right in front of him. It was as if it were the knight himself who took his benediction to the king, and he intended to do so too.

He understood everything. I had to understand. All the purpose of the angels who one day descended and the role given to Graham Zan-Nordis at that time. I can say for sure this time. There was that demonstration in front of me. Quon-Kamiya was alive.

The angels prophesied the arrival of the Devil. Margie told me she was coming to this king's capital. Interpreting it on its own, Graham decided that the White Shield, based in Margia, was the "demon" and took action. I thought I had to wipe out Quon-Camijah and his people from this earth, even at some sacrifice. But the result is as you can see. Quons The executives of The White Shield were intact to see and, on the contrary, they had also saved the lives of the Knights put in by Graham as abandoned pawns.

Quon-Kamiya is not a demon.

Rather, he belongs to the side of an angel.

"I was wrong...... but not wrong......!

Yes, Graham realized it was his role to find a human being named Quon-Kamiya from the flames of purgatory. I don't know where you are on this vast continent, savior who looks human. That is why the angel descended and whispered in his ear.

I can see clearly now. I can understand what the angels really wanted to tell you. That's the mission he was born with, and that's why he was born in this world. I can't stay calm. A more intense emotion was sweeping through Graham's chest as he grasped the magnitude and importance of the mission entrusted to him.

The rear light is blurry.

"Quon-Kamiya - Lord. My Lord. I don't beg your forgiveness now. If thou shalt be guilty of my sins, let him be spoiled and punished for it. However, please protect this rune berel. Disaster is imminent. Please, protect this king's capital, and the lives of our kings and subjects!

Graham was holding out his voice to cry out. Everything, I meant it. I accomplished my mission. I no longer regret it. I don't care what reward comes down on me. I was able to play the role given to angels. That would be enough. And then there is nothing if only we can defeat the "demons" approaching this king's capital. As long as Quon lives, as long as the Savior is present, there is no doubt that peace and tranquillity will come to this continent, as the teachings of Vashtara preach.

Most of all.

"Um... I don't know what you're talking about."

Kuon-Kamiya's face in the backlight must have had a troubled look on her face.