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

"Yeah, I hear you. Oh, oh, they haven't asked. It's okay."

The minimally squeezed voice is extraordinarily loud, and can disappear and lose without even leaving an aftertaste when floating in the void.

That was their unique way of speaking. They're the only ones who use it, the only way they talk. Words not to communicate with others, but only to get to the depths of themselves. Words you utter just to tell yourself. There is no further intention there, so there is no need for aftertaste.

There is a need to put it into words.

It's just a fantasy, such as conveying a will without words. You have to use words to communicate a clear will to the other person. Even if I could grasp my feelings, that's not all I thought about. No, I don't care if you make a random mistake. In order to make people aware of their situation accurately, there is nothing else than telling them in words.

He sighed for no reason when he let go of his ear, which was against the iron door. This is it, even if your mind is connected. I know the emotional swings, but I can't grasp what I'm thinking. I need words. The fact that you uttered the word brings the two a limitless distance closer. Doesn't make zero. Unfortunately.

"No, it's nothing. This way."

Leaks bitter laughter. I know it's worrying, but I need you to stay a little longer. Even if it is warmed by one exhale emitted with bitter laughter, it is not a hoarding one. Of course, you don't know how they react. I don't know what's going on. I didn't even let one exhale assume the worsening of this situation. Though, it's also true that I can't breathe even if I care that much.

Try to keep your back at the door and sit back. A narrow space covered with walls on all sides. Though illuminated by the light of the Demonic Crystal lamp, its faint light does not seem to allow the overwhelming forces of darkness to be driven away, and the full extent of the room cannot be grasped. Maybe it's some kind of bedroom, to think from a desk and two bookcases placed in a corner of the room, from the bedroom. There are no windows on the tripartite walls, and therefore there is no peek into the outside world. Even if there was a window, it would be sealed off.

The room is full of cold air. Isolated from the outside world, you can't even get decent warmth. I didn't see any gaps in the outside air entering, but I guess the walls that were built up with stones still don't deserve to block the cold air. Just a carpet laid on the floor won't warm you up. The idea is that it's wrapped in sheets.

To sharpen your consciousness, it's not bad to cool your head moderately.

"You can't. Information doesn't come in at all. Trouble. When you eat twice a day, you don't tell me anything."

Spill words like whispering without who. That's fine. You don't have to deliver it to them. You just have to say the word. I don't mind scratching it off without leaving any ripples, as I just did. That's all they recognize and understand. It's troublesome to have to be audio, but I wouldn't have any choice but to be unable to read my thoughts. It arrives in words, so if you say it's too much, it is.

Breathe in the air quietly. Fill your lungs with cold air drifting indoors to unify your consciousness. Eliminate futile clutter and bring thoughts closer to transparency.

It's not an unexpected situation. It's not a situation I couldn't imagine. It was faster than I expected - that's all.

And that's everything.

I have to reschedule.

"Like I said before. I don't even know where this place is. Whether it was transferred from the Wang capital or even inside the Wang capital."

After that, I wonder how long I've been asleep.

Supper held at the Royal Palace. I guess they even had sleeping pills in any of the dishes served there. That's pretty intense, too. Otherwise, it can't be the kind of thing he takes unconsciousness for. Most things don't make him comatose. It was one of the innate traits he was born with, and that is why his presence was treasured.

but he was in this small room when he woke up, unconscious thanks to sleeping pills (but not necessarily) that lightly broke through his idiosyncrasies like that. I had no idea what was going on then or what was going on in Myram right now. The information is blocked. You can't possibly understand. The door was tightly closed and only opened when eating and when going to the bathroom. The toilet was just around the corner from the room, and there was little information available during the journey.

I don't even know where this place is.

Although I also saw the idea of escaping when travelling to the bathroom, I decided that was impossible. Watching him was a pair of soldiers, whose appearance made it more obvious than seeing fire to ask for strength and no winning eye in power. Nor do I know where I can get out of the outdoors if I can escape those three by any means, beyond not knowing the full extent of this house, and the same thing if other soldiers find me because I could escape outdoors.

He was confident of his lack of strength. I'm the one who gets tied up doing everything he can while he's running around.

"Probably what he expected, but I can't judge you by speculation... I can't help it."

He held his hand against the magic crystal lamp placed on his desk. There is no such thing as a clear palm in the chilling light emitted by the Demonic Crystal Stone. It only slightly blocked my vision. If you look only at the thin and supple fingertips, you might even pass by as a woman. The skin is meticulous, unbeatable and no less than the ladies who do not fail to take care of it. It's also a meaningless beauty. It's useless in his life - no, nothing useless, but I never wanted to be useful again.

"Ha."

Suddenly, he laughed. Naturally, it was a small voice not to leak outside. I couldn't help laughing. Because it was too irrational.

"What do you expect? It's true that Lancaine-Bunell is a good idea. Because I know this country very well. Much more than this me. But, you know, I don't think it's that easy to carry things around. Number one, I don't even know where this place is myself, but how do I find it?

Perhaps it is in the king's capital, but it is not certain. I'm pretty sure he was transported out of the royal palace while he was asleep, but it doesn't even seem like he slept long enough to be transported somewhere outside the king's capital. Sure, I was put to sleep. His consciousness fell into deep sleep by being drugged with sleeping pills powerful enough to break through his idiosyncrasies. But it can be assumed that he was asleep for about a few hours. When he woke up, he didn't feel hungry. Because what I ate at the dinner party was still in my stomach.

Doesn't that tell the story of the short time you slept? And considering that, it would mean that he has not been brought out of the king's capital, Myram. Even if we could move outside Wang Capital, it wouldn't be easy to put him under house arrest in such a building in just a few hours.

"I don't know what His Majesty expects from Lancaine and his boy."

He shook his blanket. It didn't make sense, but I felt like it would be communicated to them.

Regardless, it is also inconceivable that he may have reconsidered the measures that he would have prepared in advance to become Your Majesty. But he was skeptical of the strength of that young king. In the first place, I wonder what you can do to "lie down" after the king was in the hospital bed and was not allowed to wield kingdom.

Of course, he also knows that the young king is not just a fool.

A man who would do anything to strengthen his country. I even got my hands on a drama called Lancaine. Given the national sentiment, it should be outside, such as using that guy. You can call it a forbidden hand. But the king did not hesitate. Put poisonous liquor on it. But I think we should move on.

I didn't feel like I was on my way to ruin.

Either way, it's none of his business. It's not so much about giving up. He has no choice but to do his part. Because there was no other way.

"I know. Your Majesty has His Majesty's thoughts...... that's what it is, isn't it? Your Majesty, I like you."

I have to laugh at the same reaction. I won't tolerate a single complaint, it sounded like that.

(You've been the same for a long time)

When he thought so, he heard shoe noises coming from outside the room. A rather hurried footsteps are rushing down the hallway. That's multiple, too. Was there any incident? It hasn't even changed to that extent since he was placed under house arrest here.

"Hmm? No, I don't know. Should I be careful? Well, I know."

That said, it was also true that I couldn't be careful. Hands and feet move freely. Two meals are not too short, and your health is well stocked. but I understood so much that I didn't like that his physical abilities were extremely low and nothing could hit him less than his own flesh. And this narrow space. There's nothing you can get, nothing you can possibly use to protect yourself. I didn't have enough power to move my bookshelf or desk.

The shoe stopped in front of his room. The rushing noise would belong to the soldiers monitoring his room. The watchmen exchanged some words with the shoestring lord, but apparently he whispered, not reaching his ear, which separated one door.

When he gently walked out the door, he looked at the door. Thick iron doors may only be suitable for a prison building if you look at them. I don't use it in regular mansions. In the first place, it was difficult to think about house arrest in a common mansion.

There was chatter and the sound of unlocking the door. That's the sound I've heard so many times since I've been locked in here. Definitely. The door opens.

"... Is it finally tidal time?

He said that, staring at the soldiers who had walked right into the room as the door opened. Three soldiers. I can only describe it as so. They wore heavy armor. He's wearing a full-face helmet indoors, too, perhaps because he's assuming the worst. The kind of situation where he gets rampant.

(Oh?)

Second, I realize. Weren't the soldiers wearing a substitute that was only allowed to royal palace guards? A sophisticated design armor, based on blue and white. Its armor, like a shield all over its body, seems to show its determination to protect the king in any tragedy, and it looks truly reliable. Practical or not.

This means that they were sent from the royal palace.

The last soldier who came indoors closed the door.

"Oh, that's it"

Returning from the horned full face helmet was a voice I had heard somewhere. It's a distinctive voice. I can't forget. The voice of what comes and goes between madness and sanity.

He couldn't have forbidden surprises. I guess stunning means exactly this. It was an unexpected itself. Who can imagine a situation like this? Impossible - that's what I was saying, it's become a reality. In front of me, it played out.

I didn't know you were an agent.

Something like that was another guy, but this was also a familiar voice. He was the one who exchanged words more than once during his time working at the Royal Palace. I also have special feelings for his father. It is no exaggeration to say that thanks to that general I now have myself.

"Who is it?

The last voice felt very young compared to the two of us. It's a voice I don't know. I'm here with the two of you. Consider it. A juvenile armed summoner powerful enough for the youth king to admire. That it's enough to dictate the battlefield by itself, but you should also listen to it in half.

He smiled quietly.

"I'm Heath-Lerga. A man who was a former assassin affiliated with the foreign law agency of the Kingdom of Gandhia...... but let's just say?

Lancaine gave himself a mocking laugh in his introduction. I guess he understood everything. Clever he might understand. Perhaps the fact that Heath is caught here allowed me to grasp everything.

That for five years the fierce poison named Nares-Ragnahorn had invaded the centre of Zalwarn. The internal collapse of Zalwarn, as well as the corruption of Logner, meant that it was at the mercy of a small country called Gandhia.

It was all the last ploy of Sius Cloud, Eng Mai's noble predecessor.