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

"Well... lose, will it be over? This is the way to lose... Huh?"

In words, though he shows a bare gesture of awareness of defeat, he had eyes as if he did not doubt victory.

What is a victory for him?

With that in mind, Leongand bent his legs on the side of Mirelbus. A man who has bravely and resolutely been single and has attacked the main battalion is about to die.

We need to see the end of his death.

Your blade wouldn't have reached me if it hadn't happened.

Mirelbas narrowed his eyes slightly, Leongand said. As if to see even dazzling objects. As if to reject light that is too strong.

"Twenty years, you've grown..."

"You're old."

Under the dragon's helmet, Mirrelbus' face could be said to be different from when he saw it twenty years ago. Twenty years. At that time, Leongand, who was only a child, grew up beyond twenty years. It may be hard to say it's splendid, but it should have grown up to age. I should have been able to change so much that I could carry out my duties as king.

Meanwhile, Mirell Bus, who was only the use of Marcias, also took the place of national lord in the last twenty years. Kings and kings. The position is the same. But you're of a different age. Leongand is still young and Mirelbus is about to step into old age.

Wasn't it Leongand that Mirelbus should confront, but the Sius Cloud? Leongand was looking at the wrinkles engraved on Mirell Bus's face as he thought about not even being such a fool.

"Naturally. I'm a human being."

"Human......"

"I can't even be a hero. I was just a human being."

Mirelbas-Ryburn laughed, for some reason. Leongando doesn't know what was wrong. I'm sure it's something only the person can understand.

Mirelbus laughed a little and threw up blood. Blood is drawn from the face and the skin is earthy. Death is near. But my eyes are alive. Glowing.

"But...!

Leongand saw Mirelbus move his right arm, and although he reacted instantly, his opponent moved too quickly. When I wondered if the silver light had flashed, a severe pain ran on my face. Leongand seemed to have spoken of something in pain and fever, but he didn't know what he shouted himself. Maybe he just screamed.

"Sire!"

"Dear Leongand!

"Mirell, you!

"Wait."

Leongand slowly opened his right eye as he took control of what he called out to him. Right eye, no problem. It hurts my left eye. I don't see any signs that the severe pain will subside. Bite your teeth.

"But..."

"I'm the one who caught my guard."

Returning a laugh of self-derision to the SS captains, they silenced.

"It arrived, my blade..."

Also, I heard a laugh. It was a terrible laugh.

After all, Gandhia's lord was his lord.

"I don't deny it"

As he distorted his face to the pain in his left eye, he stared at Mirelbus. In the right hand of the man in the missing sight, a short knife was gripped. There is blood on my body. It's Leongand's blood. I cut my left eye open. The left eye will no longer be of use.

"But fine. Now. That's a good lesson."

I didn't mean to be strong, but it might have sounded that way as a result.

"Lessons learned…?"

Mirrelbus had a dry laugh. Looks like he tried to wield a short knife again, but by then his right arm had been sliced thin. Countless steel wires twinkle in the blood splash.

I didn't need to do anything that much, though I did, but I couldn't even say such words if I looked into her heart when she was shocked by surprises and couldn't protect Leongand's eyes.

What I've lost is one eye. It's not life. He's alive. Moreover, although my vision only narrowed, there are no major problems. Even if Leongand himself went to war, it's impossible to fight directly. For him, who also denies himself as a commander, battle is left to the competent human being below the Great General.

I don't even wave barbaric courage like Mirel Bus.

"I'll make you dance today."

"Right. Did I kill you?"

The voice of Mirelbus no longer had power. Even my eyesight, it's gone. Lose your obsession with victory, too, and I guess only a few vitals remain. That can also be called a wind front light. The more the wind disappears, the more life is causing Mirelbus to spin his words.

"So what are you going to be?

"Let's be lions"

"Become a lion and exchange what"

"Unity of small groups of nations"

"Unity... Huh... Ha ha ha ha..."

Mirelbas laughed grandly at Leongand's remarks. It didn't sound uncomfortable like ridiculous paranoia and denial. I'm just laughing. But his eyes weren't laughing. Straight, I was looking into Leongand's eyes as I shot through.

"Right, unity? Do you want me to wrap this elephant in one?"

"But if you don't, you won't survive."

"Heh heh... yeah. Exactly. And that's what everyone knows and has turned away. Yes, it is... if we do not create a mighty nation, it will soon be swallowed up and vanished..."

There are forces that divide the continent into three parts. Vashtalia, Holy Deal Kingdom, Zaion Empire. If any of the three forces guarding silence moves, the other two will also move and swallow up the small group of nations instantly. In a flock of weak nations, none of the three major forces win. On the contrary, it is decided to be crushed without even being able to resist.

To counter this, small groups of nations must be brought together in one. Will it be one mighty nation or a coalition of several great nations? Whatever it is, we cannot stand up to the three forces as they are. Just like sitting and waiting for doom.

Most of all, the great dream of unifying a small group of nations is not something that can be done in the Leongand generation. Years, even decades, it may not be achievable. For hundreds of years, the group of small nations has remained in the group of small nations. Changing the normalized is not easy. And that long battle comes to an end when the three major forces are set in motion.

Distant and easy to collapse away.

Maybe that's what dreams are.

"If that's your dream, don't give up until the end. When you give up, one's dream disappears with dew. If dreams disappear, one can fulfill reason. Humans and dreams are the same… we will never forget."

"Of course."

As Leongand nodded, Mirelbas grinned satisfactorily. And threw up blood reflexes. I cramped and after a while I stopped moving.

He must be dead. Never, ever, ever move again. Unless he comes out immortal. And he didn't seem like such an unusual imitator. Will a man who comes alone and specializes in the main force expose himself to the unbroken appearance of being resurrected even if he dies?

His eyes remained staring at Leongando. Those eyes must have a picture of Leongando's unusual appearance, who lost his left eye. Mirell Bass looked full, perhaps because he could have seen Leongand like that at the end of the day.

I lost to Gandhia, but I beat Leongand- even if Mirelbas died with such a conclusion, Leongando couldn't have denied it.

Leongand was defeated by Mirelbus.

He stood up quietly as he closed the lid of Mirelbus. In the satisfying death face of the king of the enemy kingdom was the dignity that only the battled out possessed.

Mirelbas-Ryburn fought out. This war. his life. Fight, fight, fight through, and the last thing you get is one of Leongand's left eyes. There's no way I can be satisfied with that, but there's no way Leongando, an adversary, can tell, such as the emotions of Mirelbus.

If Leongand were in Mirelbus's shoes, he wouldn't have laughed like he did.

(Why did you die laughing)

They took most of the national territory, and the battle continued to lose. Still. It was a man named Mirelbus who didn't give up the victory until the end and reached the main line by himself. The only enemy who broke through the current full defensive force of the main force without anything and approached Leongand just one more step. Even if it's full, isn't it strange?

I had never heard of Mirelbas-Ryburn being a man of martial arts, and there was nothing like counting Mirelbas as one of the enemy forces in a military council setting. But the reality was different. Mirrelbus was more vicious and more powerful than any other force.

"Your Majesty...!

Looking back at Nage's voice, I saw her rushing over. Vision is missing, and pain and fever show no signs of pulling. I can see the blood flowing from the incision of my eyeballs passing through my cheeks and falling off my chin. Terrible, painful. but it's also true that it's not if you're crying.

As he controlled Nage's approach with his right hand, he turned his attention to Zephyr and Barrett.

"The lord of Zalwarn, Mirelbas-Ryburn, died in battle. Our victory."

Again, look down at Mirell Bus. There is no change in the satisfying face of death. I didn't make it slight. He's breathless, he's dead. The battle is over.

A long and long war is finally over.

"I'll give you Seung-Joon."

When Leongand told him, first, the SS chiefs spoke up. That would be loud enough to propagate to the main defense force, to transmit to the main force and rock the entire battlefield.

(Did you win...?)

In a strange void, Leongand saw the landscape of victory.