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

"It would be a human being itself"

As Cain said, Ur tilted his little neck.

"Really? Well, maybe..."

With her reactions, such as disapproval, on his ass, he just lined up the words as he could think of.

"Everyone lives in my throne. No, I want to live. I wondered how great it would be if I could live and die the way I wanted. But reality isn't so sweet. Most people can't live the way they want."

One, at the moment of his birth, the great boundaries of his life are determined by his origins. Born to royal aristocracy, to the lineage of military personnel, or to receive life as a civilian? Whether you will be born into a merchant or a farmer among the civilian population will be very different.

Besides, just because you were born royal doesn't mean you can live as you think because you were born upper class. Many humans have no choice but to follow a determined path. Even Leongand does.

Born and raised as a prince of Gandia, he is only following the path set by his father, the King. Succeede the throne, swallow the logner, and challenge Zalwarn. It's the default route for Gandia, and I guess it's a long-standing dream of the Sius Cloud.

Among them, a man named Leongando is trying to get me through. Marriage to the princess of Lemanifla is probably the most important of them all. It distorts the defined path of the Sius Cloud on its own.

Of course, it's not just the internal factors. There are also significant changes in external factors. I should have taken more time to get ready before I did, such as invading Zalwarn.

Everyone can't live the way they want. Still wants to behave as much as I can. I want to think that I am the one who controls destiny.

"You too?

Ur, who accidentally turned forward, peered into this one's eyes. Maybe even try to read the emotions out of the eyes behind the mask.

Naturally you will stop and look down on her. The witch is stripping off her smile mask. The usual look on your face like you don't know what you're thinking. I am beautiful. That's for sure.

"Hmm?"

"You think you want to live the way you want and die the way you want?

Asked, he silenced.

It's not like I don't have an answer. It's not like I can't answer. There's no reason to choose words. Cain-Vivre is not the kind of person who looks at other people's reactions. It is always recognised by the world as a kind, frantic, and tagged off being. That's what everyone sees. And that's not a mistake either.

Lancaine-Bunell is such a person.

That's how I lived, the end of my life, I set fire to death. It was in that delusion that there was his reality, spitting the delusion of burning the world down and so forth. Broken humans can't even recognize the boundary between sanity and madness.

And I ran out with him.

"Right. If you're going to die, you better let him kill you."

"Setuna-Kamiya?

"I have no complaints about any way of dying, but that's the best way of dying. If you can cross the blade with him again, it means it's worth being a dog."

"Dog, hey..."

When Cain laughed, Ur laughed ridiculously at his shoulder. I may have been heartbroken by his obsession with Setuna. But there's nothing I can do about all this. Cain had his first taste of defeat when he fought the Black Spear Boy.

It would have a lot to do with being attracted to the difference in absolute power, not being killed, and being kept alive. I survived. The only way he was allowed to go was to expose himself to shame without any of that. They didn't approve of dying on their own. Despite the fact that he's a mass murderer.

Death is annoying, too.

It's another dream of dreams, like living as you wish and dying as you wish.

He was defeated by Setuna, ruled by Ur, and no longer accomplished with Gandia's dog.

Engrave a grin on the edge of your mouth. That's not bad either. If a lion king's dog triumphs over a small group of nations, he won't have any trouble on the battlefield. Even if it is used and will be thrown into a dead place, I don't mind. Rather, it's where I want it.

Restart walking as you touch the scar on your lost right shoulder. Ur was already back next door. She's also tired of getting tangled up in cain, looking around the formation. No wonder we were looking for the next target, but we have Leno-Gilbers. Of course, there's no need to hold him alone, or think about the future of witch leisure time. It's a waste of time.

Cain glanced back forward. Slightly, my legs are fluttering. The loss of the right arm that should have created a sense of equilibrium. The weight of my right arm was beautiful. I couldn't help but lose my senses. Even so, it is not such that measures can be taken. I guess I'll just have to get used to the feeling that my left half is heavy.

I don't see sunshine in the sky. A leaded cloud covers his head and gives him a look like no wonder whenever he comes out. And the air. The humid winds were similar to the signs of rain. Are you going to get off right away, or is it going to clear up like a whim?

He stopped, recognizing his feet sinking into the wet ground.

In front, there are a number of tents lined up. The camp, which the central army hastened to build, is supposed to be a long-term battle with Zalwarn. Let's keep in mind that we will surround all sides with dirt walls and build more moats, and inside that wall there will be an army of central troops, western marches and northern marches.

The turbulent countless tents and numerous carriages can be described as spectacular. It is basically senior military officials, Leongand and other royal nobles who can stay in the tent. Below the troop leader, most soldiers are forced to sleep in carriages, but they don't hear dissatisfaction.

This is an enemy land for them. There was just a bunk, and although the carriage carriage carriage carriage, there would be nothing more if I could sleep soundly. Apply it to a minimum meal. There is no way that anything that leaks dissatisfaction to this extent can be done as a soldier.

"I wonder if they kicked me out."

Ur raised the question mark against a woman standing up in front of the tent in front of her.

"Is that under your control, too?

Cain asked the woman next door as she observed the woman. The red-haired woman was not a Gandhian soldier, although it was the Gandhian army uniform that wrapped around her. Not to mention, you can't be a member of the Lion's Tail crew.

That tent behind the woman is used by the Royal SS, The Lion's Tail, and a simple flag is erected to make that clear.

Sometimes the team flag of "Lion's Tail" has not yet been completed, to the extent that the flag of the Royal Gandhian Army was marked "Lion's Tail (Gandhir)," but whoever saw it found that the captains of "Lion's Tail" were using it there as a residence.

When it comes to Captain Lion's Tail, it's a black spear setuna. Gandhia, you can say that there are few likes of things like trying to get close to his bedroom, which is the point of leapfrogging. Setuna's reputation within the Gandhian army is not always good.

Suddenly, an armed summoner boy appeared like a meteor. Few would deny the reality that their country is expanding its territory and becoming stronger by virtue of its activity, but I guess that's also why we can't accept everything about him.

Setuna made too much warfare. I don't know if the military will be jealous, or, rather, it may be hard to hope that something is uplifting that won't be jealous of its activism.

Regardless, it's not just jealousy. There are fears. Much of what we saw in the battle of black spears led us to fear a boy named Setuna himself. Some whisper that I'm starting to have nightmares.

The black spear Setuna may indeed be like a nightmare manifested.

The woman stands poking, as she guards the nightmare bedroom. Though he seemed to be looking around the line in a shabby manner.

"That's right. Even though I'm not as tightly tied up as you."

"Ho."

"I'm submissive, her. Unlike you."

"Right."

I don't even feel like disputing Ur's words. In fact, I guess you're right. It is also proof that it is not easy to dominate the intense personality of Lancaine-Bunell, and it also satisfies the self-esteem of only a few remaining in the caine.

There's no way there's anything in a running dog.