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

Father, please be safe.

On the morning of his departure from the king's capital, Melis Ellis, his son Crochet, had a serious look on his face at no time. Crochet-Barzelg was Gray's proud son. Even though he was still young, he was promoted to SS captain of Melisol and was highly regarded by the King. Together with Gray, he has made the family name of Balzerg known to Melisol.

Crochet looks like his wife. She looked just like her, not to mention her pointy ears. But if you let others say it, it means it looks a lot like Gray, and it probably means they often inherit the characteristics of their parents. But personality is as if it were different. Cloche doesn't weigh as much as Gray, nor is it lightweight. Not too light, not too heavy. Not too hot, not too cold. It was the king's word that it was just right to put it on his side.

Nirg Ray-Melisol, king of Melisol, was a man of rigorous appreciation. Even Gray, who has served his side for years, can only count what Nilg has praised him for. Still, Gray was convinced that a master like him did not exist on this earth.

"You're the one who can."

'I know. It is the SS's duty to defend His Majesty by risking his life. "

That was the last conversation I had with Crochet.

Crochet is dead. I don't know how he died. Could it have resisted? Really, did he die? Were you able to die as a shield to protect the king? If he was killed with or without it, it would be mindless. Nothing is more regrettable than being able to accomplish something with a nasty corpse. If you're going to die, do what you can and you want to die.

Gray-Barzelg looked out for the abandoned castle lit by the moon.

Melis Ellis, king capital of Melisol. Cities that once boasted of their glory are no longer ruins themselves. It's not strange to see ghosts drifting and waltzing. Weeds stretch all you want in a city that has been abandoned for years, and it is no exaggeration to say that the ground during the day is almost green stained. Now, the moonlight is shining blue.

The wind flows coolly. It is as if to mock the Grays who have survived, and to welcome them to death from now on.

Wang du became the capital of death.

(Your Majesty…)

What floats behind Gray's brain is what Nilg looks like on a young day.

Nirg Ray-Melisol was the only person Gray identified as the master to serve. There is no Lord but He. Even after descending to Zalwarn, his Lord continued to be Nirg, not Mirelbas-Ryburn, the national lord. Regardless, I've never told Mirell Bus off. but you would have figured it out with attitude. Mirelbas was the ruler of Gray, but not the master who should have sworn allegiance.

When I meditate, that sunset burns up behind my eyelids. Decades ago. times when Gray was still a young man. When small groups of nations were moving and skirmishes were happening everywhere as they did every day. Golden Age.

"Ha ha, you lost again today. Ah!

What sounds under the sunset is the voices of a wild, open-air nirg. It blows the gloomy air of defeat out loud like an idiot. The young king on the horse was exposing his miserable figure to the sunset. The armor was supposed to be on my shoulder, and the sword on my shoulder is broken. miserable defeat. Those words suited me well.

"Gibbel is still strong."

'I don't feel like I can win, but I don't know what to do'

"Is this the only way to train your soldiers"

I said, "You can't win a soldier who's been working out like that."

The invasion of Gibelle, unknown several times, closed the curtain by great defeat. But Nirg had a good cut on wins and losses, and the number of dead wasn't that high. I rarely send out more than a hundred dead in a single battle, which is why I guess I could have had an outing too often. Nevertheless, it was lightening the legs of the soldiers in defeat that repeated expeditions would be tantamount to emptying the treasury and that this defeat would also eliminate the battle for some time.

"Sire!"

In the meantime, Gray walked out of the line and rushed to Nilg's. I raised my voice for a reason, knowing my disrespect.

"What are you?

It would have been a natural reaction for Nirg to take a glimpse of Gray and look suspicious. You can't even remember the face of some of the captains.

"You're Gray-Balzerg. He's the eldest son of the Balzerg family, and he's been leading the team since this time. '

"Uh, the kid from that grandfather's place? You've grown! I miss you! '

'Ha...?

Gray was surprised and flashed that Nirg's expression had changed. Because in Gray's head, there were few memories with Nirg, etc. If I didn't remember worshipping you, I didn't even remember having you speak to me. Nirg was exactly a cloud man, and he was even called out in this way.

Yes, I've been educated.

"I remember when you came to the royal palace about your grandfather. I was a kid back then."

"Your Majesty still doesn't seem to be feeling well at the moment."

"Don't."

When the general laughed, Nirg seemed flashy. Nevertheless, he was an unhesitant general against the king, but that too should be. The General has been watching Nilg for years as Nilg's guardian since the death of Nilg's uncle and father, his predecessor. Perhaps it is also natural that words have no mercy. And is it because of the breadth of Nirg's metrics that we accept it flatly?

"So, what's the Balzerg kid like?

Nirg's eyes were looking at Gray. Naturally, the line is stopped. I can see everyone watching what happens with their spit. Gray felt her gaze concentrate on herself. I have more remorse than nervousness. The battlefield scenery comes back to life. The trigger of defeat.

The air was dry. The wind is chilling and blows through to mock the line of defeats.

"This defeat, my team couldn't carry on the late. Please, take strict action!

Gray finally arrived. He regretted his incompetence for failing to see his given men. Without my talent as commander, I have no experience. There was no entanglement in the squad, and the formation instantly collapsed in front of the approaching enemy soldiers. From there, I'm glad to say that the defeat of the Melisol Army has begun. Had Gray held out a little more, the war situation might have changed. It was a faulty.

"Disposal...... hey"

Nirg looks at this one with a face like no mood. The red glowing expression of the sunset was worrying and even seemed boring. However, he may not think that it will be judged directly by Wang, as is the disposition of the troop leader. In fact, you're right. Nor did Gray know for himself why he asked Nilg to cut him directly.

Impulse, I guess.

In everyone's gloomy line of losers, only Nirg's voice sounded bright. Maybe that was unforgivable. Maybe he wanted to give me cold water. Shallow, stupid idea. Still, Gray was serious, and I didn't care what disposition was taken. Truncated for disrespect, I didn't mean to complain.

Nirg laughed a little bit about, uh, coming up with something. And open your mouth.

You think I'm gonna die now?

"Ha."

"Even an unreasonable order given with temporary emotion?

"That's the service of what serves the king."

Responding instantly without a tour, Nirg gave a blatantly disappointing look. Gray doesn't know how he reacts. What shouldn't we obey the King's life? Live for the king, die for the king. My grandfather and father taught me that it was not the Balzerg family. My grandfather and father believed that was the only reason in the world, and he believed that. There's no room for doubt there. Because Melisol is the world in which he lives, and the pillars that support his heavens and earth are the kings of Melisol.

"Are you an idiot? It is the duty of the people to poke their swords that if the king is wrong, he is wrong. If the King always thinks he'll do the right thing, it's a big mistake. '

Nirg comes here with a broken sword cut. He seemed genuinely angry. Gray didn't understand his reasoning at all, but I somehow found out that was probably because he was in a different position. If you stand in a different position, the landscape you see can change. Gray, too, from soldier to captain, changed the view in his eyes. I began to see the battlefield widely. But the results didn't follow.

"Kings and humans, subjects and humans. Everyone makes mistakes and is guilty. When the king goes the wrong way, are you going to pretend not to see it?

"It's..."

Nirg sighed heavily as Gray struggled to respond. I guess I shredded Xing.

'Then die. Die now. There's nothing I can do for you. Look, now, don't let me get hungry.'

What Nirg threw and came by was a dagger with a royal engraving on it. Gray was thrown under his feet. When he picked it up, he pulled it out of his sheath. The silver body shines in the sunset. I had no hesitation. I bought the king's unhappiness and gave him death. As a Balzerg family person, I have no hesitation whatsoever in dying here.

"Bye!"

Gray stabbed himself in the stomach instantly when he held the dagger backwards. But because of the terrible pain, I couldn't have slit my stomach.

"You idiot! Who cares! Anyone! Help this kid! Don't die, all right!

In severe pain, Gray heard Nirg's fury. I will die for this king. Gray, young and blue, was so convinced in his fading consciousness. I don't know why. Human emotion may be such.

In violent pain, he did feel it.

The king's love.