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

Under the rainy sky, the muddy ground was simply difficult to walk on.

Overhead is cloudy weather with unchanged phases, and I can't even see the sunshine when it comes to stopping the rain and an hour goes by. It's going to come down soon, and I guess it's hard to refrain from going out.

Frowning at the discomfort on his right shoulder, he still didn't stop walking. Step on the muddy. Compared to the wetlands of Bahandar. Although there is no point in comparing.

Bahandar's wetlands floated behind his brain because he joined forces that attacked Bahandar the other day.

The northern march to which he belonged caused much damage as a result of his contact with the dragons that appeared at Fort Fabruneia. Left Eye General Deion, who commands the north march, gave up the destruction of the dragon, as well as the breakthrough of the five-way defensive formation, giving priority to the concentration of combat forces by joining the central army.

When the North march joined the Central Army, it was found that the West march had already joined and it was impossible for even them with black spears to make a breakthrough alone.

Dragon.

Apparently, the presence worthy of protecting the Dragon House, the capital of Zalwarn, appeared by swallowing each fort of the Pentagon. Fabruneia, Vridia, and Beaunel were. Revien, it is not surprising that Ryburn had similarly emerged dragons.

No, if you mean letting that dragon take on the role of a five-way defense team, then all the forts should be turned into dragons. That's how much Orian would have done.

She just understood what the hell that was, and that although he was questioned by the witch who ruled him, there was something he couldn't answer either.

He was born and raised in Zalwarn. He was raw as the second son of the Beaunel family, named after the Pendragon clan, and was raised as fast as possible as an assistant to his eldest son, El Abel. But the thoughts of the grandparents, the parents, disappear with dew by the prospect of Marcias, the earlier kingdom.

He was educated in brilliance as an armed summoner in Dinobot Cave. The direct teacher will be Orian-Lebien. The training to extremes harshness was eventually engulfed with blood and mud, and the deathly odor stained the skin.

Broken, maybe, was inevitable.

(Sounds like someone else)

Cain-Vivre couldn't wait to find himself strangely calmly analyzing the past. That and this, I guess, is because I recognize myself, not myself.

The witch's reign created another him in him. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to contain that one shaped monster or anything.

"Laugh alone... it's disgusting"

Cain distorted the edge of his mouth to words like an arrow that flew from next door.

"Rather than sharing emotions with others."

"... maybe so"

Whether the oddly honest reply was because there had been a change in her mood.

Ur hasn't seen this one. On the contrary, her gaze is directed at the ground messed up in the footsteps of the soldiers.

"Some of them are awesome."

"What...!

"I guess you're thinking about Rock-Fox"

"No way."

There was a sticky grin on Ur's face toward this one. The usual means she used to hide her true intentions did not allow her to read emotions from her expression. But I know what she's willing to do not want her mind to be read.

Most of all, Cain has no taste for exploring other people's moods. It doesn't matter what Ur thinks or what he thinks.

Even if he's mourning Rock-Fox for dying for her, mocking him, it's none of his business.

He didn't even feel sorry for those things that were burned to death by dragons. It's my faults that make me angry, and I don't have time to be involved in other people's lives and deaths.

Cain lost his right arm due to Fabulneia's dragon. He blew the tip off his right shoulder.

Normally, I might have died of that pain, and I couldn't spare death with the amount of bleeding. But the wounds burned by the breath of the dragon were strangely blocked. There was no blood, and thanks to him, he survived.

The discomfort in his right shoulder was due to that. The things that existed until this time were completely gone. You won't get used to it any time soon.

"A man is a selfish creature, isn't he? You don't listen to what a woman wants, but you throw away your life wishing her happiness. I'm not kidding."

Listening to Ur's solitude, Cain thought of Rock-Fox's death. The commander of the regiment, who offered to accompany Cain in his reconnaissance of the dragon, disappeared into the light, together with the five hundred men under his command.

Locke threw himself to shelter Ur, and the soldiers died without the skill to do so. Ur, thanks to Rock, was helpful and Cain just had to lose his right arm. The reconnaissance unit was devastated, and by that report, Deion decided to rendezvous.

It is not impossible for the soldiers who were under Rock to resent Ur as if he were a demon. The only way to clear up the grief of losing their beloved Legion Leader is to hit the wrath somewhere. If it was meant to be, we should have hit enemy forces, and we should want to. But there is no appearance of an enemy army, no hands or feet on a giant dragon. It would also have been a natural accomplishment for the spearheads of their hostility to turn to the evil woman who wandered off the Legion Leader.

It must have been a well-known fact to his men that Rock had been obsessed with Ur since Malwale. He might also have known that Ur was cordial not only with Rock, but also with Leno-Gilvers. It doesn't have to be just a leisure time for a witch who has left her true heart somewhere, but she doesn't see it that way around.

Who can blame Rock's men for turning a malicious eye on Ur? Of course, there's nothing like being able to curse at face to face. We know that if we do that, our position will be jeopardized. There is no such thing as not knowing that Ur is the king's favorite.

It is also natural that one's position, one's life, is more important than admiration for the Legion Leader. I don't think it's too intentional, but it's generally like that with humans. Most of all, some of them can't contain their emotions with reason, and some seem to throw away their pussies at witches when they get drunk, but Cain doesn't even know what happened to those people.

Ur's evil behavior can't be helped. She probably doesn't even want to, like Rock's death. In the first place, she didn't even use the powers of a witch on Rock and Leno. Perhaps it was due in large part to the witch's talent that made them hang out, maybe because the two Legion Chiefs were not immune to women.

As for Ur, it would have been enough to accompany me on the reconnaissance. Though it is a reconnaissance, Cain alone is warily anxious. The target is a dragon. It wasn't something I figured out what would happen.

I guess she was as happy as a child with Rock's accompanying application because she thought with all that fighting power, she could handle unforeseen circumstances as well.

She doesn't think it's what the Gandians found out. That would be so. They screwed up my life. Even if you have hatred, nothing is strange. Lancaine is something similar, but not like him. It's not as broken as he is. Probably.

Reason is working.

So while Ur hates Leongando and other Gandhian royals, he does everything in his power for them. Even though it's easy to destroy a country from within if you care about it.

(Isn't it just reason?)

Human beings are complicated creatures. I can't live with emotions alone, with reason alone. Enthusiasm is intertwined with sober thinking to raise snoring monsters.