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

"It's too late..."

Miliu-Lebien snapped, fed up. Only the unchanging blue sky and the unmistakable landscape fill her sight.

The wilderness of Zalwarn. There is nothing novel or interesting about the green plain. The blue sky, the sun, everything gleamed beautifully, and that was all I was satisfied with was just a distant old memory already. I think getting used to it is horrible. For the first time in a decade, the sun was as vibrant and fierce as burning the cerebral cord, but it had come to fruition with some of the landscapes that were nowadays unusual. Regardless, it would also be true that there is not enough stimulation. She leaked her yawn when she felt like she was going to sleep permanently in peace as it was.

On the 16th, Miliu and his men, who had received the news of the fall of Bahandar, just assembled the army, began their action. Leaving Reuben, instead of going south to Bahandar, he took a path east. It was the conclusion made by the Milius that the Gandhian army, who dropped Bahandar, would stay ahead of their march path beyond what they thought would satisfy them.

The streets stretching north of Bahandar cross the wetlands and are second-hand after a while. One is the street leading to Reuben, stretching west and further north. The other eastbound road leads to Fort Vridia, one of the fortifications known as the Dragon Mansion Five-Way Defensive Regiment.

Is the aim of the Gandhian army, Reuben or Vlidia? If you're Reuben, it would be best to wait inside Reuben's walls. Though a small city, it is surrounded by walls on all sides and should function well as a fence. Breaking through the walls isn't easy. If the enemy were imminent, the Milius would be able to kill a large number of enemy soldiers by simply attacking them with summoning arms from above the walls. but when the enemy forces are going to Vridia, it's not the story. Reuben will be dressed to be silenced, and waiting makes no sense.

If we are to wait in Reuben and try to poke the back of the Gandhian army heading to Vridia, we must always keep an eye on the enemy army and also be prepared to go out at any time, which is not realistic. We also need to march at a considerable speed to storm from the rear, and if we are enlightened of this approach and ambushed, there is a catastrophe awaiting us that cannot be seen either.

That's what Miliu was hearing with an unfamiliar face when Crude and the soldiers were discussing that. She did not participate actively, even if she ever showed her face to the military council. Apparently, it was found at the beginning of the formation that the structure of the head was different from that of them. I'm not going to humble myself until I'm retarded, but most of the words that fly across the military council came through my ears. You don't need to be on the spot any more than you can't keep up. There was no point in keeping her legs away from the military council.

In the end, Milu and the others decided to leave Reuben, defining the street as a point of engagement where it was divided into two forks. It was further north and close to Reuben that formed the formation. The shorter the food, the closer it will be to being picked up at any time, and, in some circumstances, the Second Dragon Scale Army of Reuben will come forward. Reuben's wing general Byu-Golet apparently liked what he wanted to do about Milyu, so much so that he wanted me to rely on him at any time.

He was a young man, but not a hobby of Miliu. I didn't even laugh lovingly, but it seemed good to him, and even after Miliu and the others left Reuben, he cared about this one and delivered the extra food to me. I guess it was my fault that Crude's crush sounded ironic that now you don't have to worry about the immediate food.

In the camp, there are two thousand soldiers.

All of that has been driven out of the Dragon Tooth Army. The Dragon Tooth Army was a force provided to each fort of the Five-Way Defense Corps guarding the Dragon House, and if the Dragon House was attacked, it was its original role to resonate with and intercept the adjacent fortifications. The morale of soldiers who have abandoned that role and been put under the control of people who do not know (but not) that they are the bones of any horse is low to see.

It would be a natural outcome.

She could not but forbid some sympathy from the soldiers of the flourishing Dragon Tooth Army to those who had been subordinated by the Milius, who had been given the position of Heavenly General for foiling. I don't want to be nice to them or anything like that. Rather, the truth is that I would be happier with her if she fell into misfortune. Miliu doesn't even consider himself a good man. Good is evil. It wasn't half my life I could talk about. Maybe that's why I envy the well-being of others and wish them unhappiness.

First of all, if this country falls into misfortune.

I don't think so.

but I took the lead from Mizu and didn't try to destroy this country. No, I guess I can't. Her soul is tied to Zalwarn.

"It was two days ago that I dropped Bahandar. They say it's the evening of the fifteenth, to be a little more precise. I don't think we're going to start marching again soon."

Crude-Fabruneia said that when she thought she'd walked over here. Maybe Miliu's twinkle rode the wind and reached his ear, which was a little far away.

"Then you should have waited in Reuben."

"Nevertheless, their opponent is Gandhia. Electrically dropped Nagrasia, and Bahandar's control was fast. You can't be alarmed."

"... I hope the hair I dyed won't ruin it because of it"

As Miliu stretched out, Crude narrowed his eyes. Maybe he doesn't like the color of her hair. Miliu dyed his hair after he got to Reuben. Because I found just the right dye, and I couldn't help but want to dye it ever since I got out on the ground.

Platinum hair was forced to dye bright red.

The color of the blood, Miliu thinks. It's the color of a nightmare. of the Dinobot Cave, a decade-long color of bad dreams. The colour that you will never forget, even if you want to, is also the colour of the lives of those she has killed to survive. The truth is, I should have wanted it to be a different color. You wanted to change everything. But that's what she chose.

Bloody deep red.

I'm sure it's an inescapable curse.

The numerous lives I have taken have bound my thoughts and entangled my consciousness. So even to the idea of betraying Zalwarn, we can't move on to action. Thoughts and spirits are bound.

I was so bored to wait for my enemies that I thought about that.

Crude is fine. Because I have a head and an idea to just engage in a heated argument with the soldiers who have become subordinates. Zain-Vlidia is an easy-going thing, too. It's like playing with a puppy brought from Reuben and working out while running around. That's all time passes. I don't have as much free time as she does.

Miliu didn't have anything.

It's a boring day to watch the soldiers in the camp. They are them and seem to be busy with combat training etc. They also seem to be meeting and checking formations, taking care of weapons and protective equipment. I suppose they are dissatisfied with their current position, but they realize that it was the lords of the kingdoms who gave the Millews the throne of heaven, and that it was also by the will of Millevus that they were incorporated into Millevus' subordination. Morale was the one who was low, but the expression itself wasn't dark.

Miliu looked back at Crude as he rose from his chair.

"I don't have a choice. Kill your spare time with a team of hands."

"Just what I want."

Crude may have had some leisure time too.