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

Outside, it's noisy.

Nares-Ragnahorn lurked his eyebrows in the footsteps and flying anger of the soldiers running around the aisle. It's only been about a day since he was imprisoned.

He was locked away in a dungeon in the Dragon Mansion. Although it was a poorly ventilated space, the cabin itself was spacious and even comfortable. The cold stone floor was covered with wooden planks, and even a sleeping table is available. Speaking of guards when adding for me, they took me outside, and two meals a day is not poor. I didn't complain as long as I had the spare time books.

Mirrelbus doesn't want to kill himself anymore. I love the talent of Nares-Ragnahorn. It is also something that I have felt many times before. Every time I waved my arm, I looked into his loving eyes. For those who showed talent, it was Mirelbus who wanted it with a corresponding attitude and a grace award.

Mirell buses may have more than leongands as vessels standing on one. Sometimes I thought so.

In the first place, Nahless herself, was not attracted to Leongando to fight. I live only to fulfill my duty to the Sius Cloud for finding me a human being named myself. I will not forget the words Leongand has spoken many times on the hospital bed.

'Nares... you're the only one I can count on. I want you to support Leongando and set him up. "

It was an excessive word for Nares. At the same time, it's a word worth risking your life for. In one word, the fate of Nahless was decided. Let's use up our lives just to keep our promise to Cius Cloud. Let's be the power of Leongand for that, and let's set his country up.

That's how I got here.

It's not like I didn't think I'd be exposed. I've crossed dangerous bridges many times now. If we did not, we would not have been able to destroy this great power from within. but this is the result of not looking at the danger. I can't laugh.

The poison of the ambush was exposed. Purification would take place promptly. Much of what he has accomplished is attributed to blisters. But not everything will have been there. The sweep of the opposition forces of the poisonous Mirrelbus will work well in Zalwarn's unification of will, but it will not spare the loss of fighting power. Boneless Logner fell into Gandia's hands after the civil conflict. And Zalwarn's supreme force is clear on his hostile intentions.

The situation is not necessarily bad for Gandhia.

"Sir."

Turning her gaze to the call, a girl stood on the other side of the iron lattice. The poor girl, who would have inherited so much from Mirelbus' wife, seems relieved to be able to make sure Nares is safe. It was always more and more of a qualitative outfit, but I guess that's why I see pity. She must be choosing clothes, having figured it out herself.

"Is it Meryl"

Nares had no doubt about her ability to act itself, although it was the moment she witnessed her figure that surprised her. Merrill-Ragnahorn is that kind of woman. She is the daughter of Mirelbas-Ryburn, or the princess of Zalwarn, but she was not, institutionally, a princess in this country. Most importantly, there is no difference in being a member of the Ryburn family of the Pendragon clan, and I have no doubt that her status corresponds to that of a princess. But more familiar as an idol (idol) than a princess, there are many things that respect her, too, among Mirelbus followers.

As Nares approached the iron lattice, she had a full grin.

"Looks like you've done something terrible."

"Yes, I kept it from you, but I was an enemy to this country."

I told him without a shudder. Merrill gave me a freaking look that said it was more about that extent.

"I guess so. My husband's eyes were the same as those of the hunter, who sees his prey, when he speaks to me of this land."

Meryl's thoughts cut back unexpectedly, and Nares was surprised this time. But don't put it on your face, it will.

"I didn't know you were spotting me... Was it natural to expose it?"

I guess Meryl didn't care what Nares thought. Close your eyes and I'll tell you.

"... I have been next to my husband for three years. I don't understand that degree of emotion, and what is it about couples?

"So is that. You didn't sell me."

"Naturally. Three years ago, on that day, I vowed that I would live as the wife of Nares-Ragnahorn."

"May I betray my father, my country?

"If he was carrying Ryburn's name, maybe he talked differently again"

The only reason Meryl's expression seemed a little shadowed was because of the darkness in the cell. She had her own misery, and she had a grip. You can't possibly guess everything about it, but you can touch it a little bit.

"You did... you have been married to me"

"If I didn't like my husband, I would have stabbed him wrong, but I was going to kill him."

That said, Meryl laughed uncontrollably. Is she serious or not? But after the marriage was decided, it might not have been a bad idea for her to smile and stab me to death. Promises to the Sith Cloud become unfulfilled, but life is often like that.

"I'm amazed at what you say and do"

"Hehe, that's each other"

"So did you."

Nares laughed a lot, remembering what he had done. Though the guards glanced at this one, I guess I can't even say it strongly against Merrill. And she came in here dignified, understanding her position like that. Apparently, the girl, who should have been nothing more than a Lady of the Ryburn family, became much more than a snuggler at the Nahless. That may be a mourning place for my father, Mirelbas, and it may not be something I should be happy about as my husband, Nares.

After a while, Nares asked Merrill.

"It seemed like it was noisy outside, what happened?

"It was. That's what I'm here to say."

When she turned off her smile, she kept her face close to the iron plaid. Nares also listens.

"Master Heath is dead."

"... Really?"

There was no shock in Nares. Not surprisingly. That's what I've been expecting since Nares' measures were exposed. Sooner or later he will die. It also loses its life not by torture, but by the judgment of his half body. No, I would use my life. To fulfill my mission.

Fulfilled, they died. Now there's no more information leaking out of Heath's mouth. As long as Mirell Bus doesn't change his mind, he won't imitate Nares to torture him. I may have an interrogation, but that's about as confident as I can get through. For example, even if Merrill was taken hostage, Nares wouldn't crack his mouth. As a result, even if Meryl lost her life, Nares wouldn't change one look.

That's what he does.

Use your life to make it important. I can't be hesitant. No need for sentiment. I can't make something out of heartache.

In order to move forward, we must make as many sacrifices as are necessary.

That is the insanity of the world.

"Sir...?

You must have been concerned about Nurless's lack of reaction - Meryl, leaning her little neck. To that pity, Nares was driven by the urge to hug her, but unfortunately this place was in the cell, and she was outside.

Emotions are troubling things, Nares sighs. You even look at Meryl's life like a tool, and you have twice as much love as a person. I also thought that the emotions, although not contradictory in him, would be something others would not understand at all.

Humans are complicated there, quite simple creatures.