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

"Oh, my God, you know what?"

"What is that? Big deal."

To Orian's words, Mirelbas seemed a little upset.

Changing a country is not something you can do with a lot of readiness. No, it's not something you can do just to be prepared, and so on is more right. It's easy if you just dream about it. This is how it can be, if you just say it can be, then you can stay irresponsible. But if we try to make it happen, different things will become walls and stand up. The wall is not just about the hostile forces. Walls must come from among the allies. Changing the country can only mean destroying the status quo. It's not just a question of making the bad part better.

We have to change it from the ground up.

Mirelbus saw Zalwarn's problems as being at the root of the country. We need to change the roots. Otherwise, this country will soon cease to stand. That's why we have to buy it, but if we were to change the system of domination that has lasted for hundreds of years, the rebellion would also be huge.

It's an unforgivable change for those who sing about their rosy lives just because they were born into a ruling class. In the current regime, where those people reign as rulers, it falls to be silenced where such proposals have been made. Worst of all, there is also the possibility that Mirelbus' political life could be turned down.

I was only in my twenties. Too young to talk about dreams, too young to try to make them happen. It's just a young man with no strength or power. If you want to dream, you have to help. Therefore, he may have wanted to learn the art of armed summons.

But armed summons is force, so to speak. Just because you have the force at your disposal, it can change the country. Of course, power matters. I know that.

"In the end, it would be a force. Whether it's political power, power, all we need is power. Didn't I?

I'm not denying it.

He said. Power matters, there is no question.

I have the strength.

As one of those things, I suppose he also thought about learning armed summons, but Orian said many times that it was close to impossible for Mirell Bus. Taking the art of armed summons as my thing is not easy. If I could get it in my hands overnight, even Orian would have raised his hands and taught me, but there can't be such a sweet story.

To make an armed summons, you need to dedicate a huge amount of time. That's the only way I can get to see you if you're not prepared to shake your life on a stick.

Though he only has time, he cannot spend it on his own will alone. He is now involved in politics. As an assistant to the Lord of the Nation, he works in the Dragon House. We cannot abandon that position. It was an unlikely choice to gain political power, such as abandoning that position here. It's ridiculous, such as losing your say in national politics while you're learning the art of armed summons to gain force.

Force.

Mirelbus only asked for it when he visited Orian's lab.

Time flies, and there's been an incident.

It was a small, but very big incident for Mirelbas-Ryburn that would not be remembered in Zalwarn's history.

Orian was watching the case up close.

It was one night. Orian, summoned by Marcias, was in a room at Heavenly Wheel Palace. It's not the first time you step into a space lined with decadent, enjoyable pieces of art. It was always this room when I heard about Marcias' conspiracy.

The room was a space created by Marcias by breaking hundreds of years of bans. We set up a room just for Marcias, the king, and his wife, Hal, in the corner of Heavenly Wheel Palace. In Zalwarn's long history, there has been no single outrage like that of Marcias. As soon as I got to the throne of the Lord, it was a man named Marcias who violently wielded that power and changed every situation the way he wanted. Not everything that Marcias has accomplished is evil. Neither did he, nor did he do anything called good governance, as the devil did not always wield bad faith. Because there is no other way for him to wield his satanic power than to promote this country to ruin.

The master and his wife's bedroom was amidst unusual tensions. Marcias was sitting on the sleeping table, looking at the door as if she was waiting for something. There's no light, just the same pitch black as the darkness of night, filling the room.

For a few days before that, Orian had been told by Marcias that he had "something interesting" to do. He was Marcias smiling fun-filled, but those eyes weren't laughing. Eyes as transcendent as usual seemed to see through to the bottom of Orian's mind. Like the devil, was the word for him.

In the meantime, there was someone who came into the bedroom. I guess I knew who was coming in. Marcias called out.

"Hi, Mirell Bus. I'm sorry to wake you up like this at midnight."

"No...... What happened?"

Something like that, it was Mirell Bus. I didn't see his expression, but he must have looked suspicious. Suddenly, he was summoned in the middle of the night. Though I've been in a hurry, the indoors are quiet. I couldn't have wondered.

"What do you think happened?

Marcias laughed delightfully. What was fun, no, it was a deafening laugh. More uncomfortable than usual. What happened, he would have increased his anxiety.

Eventually I found out that Mirelbus was breathtaking because his eyes were getting used to the darkness. Perhaps his eyes must have gone to the person lying at Marcias' feet. At the foot of Marcias lies Hal-Vridia's body.

"Dear Hal...!

Marcias's low laughter overlapped Mirelbus's dismayed voice. Mirrelbus seemed to have rushed over to Hull, not caring that he was in front of Marcias.

"This... the hell!?

Orian looked at the situation in the corner of the room. I somehow knew why Marcias called him here. Marcias' devilish thoughts are close to Orian's. The wavelength fits, I might say. However, Orian does not have a desire for ruin like Marcias, nor does he want to wield power. Orian has Orian's mission and role. It was doing that role that was the whole of his life.

"Mirell...... how come, here"

Hal, whose body was held by Mirell Bus, was wondering if his consciousness was certain or if he was in the bedroom.

"What, you hear bad rumors?"

Marcias went on to talk to the public.

"The rumor is also too crap that the wife of national lord Marcias is intimate with the side of the national lord. I smiled. For the lord of the land, near it, the powerful is something that buys resentment. I guess a grudge that's not even Roku generates rumors like that. See?"

To what Marcias said, Mirelbus couldn't seem to return anything. Nor is it the wind that is choosing words. Should I just say I returned silence?

Marcias saw this one. Such a frightened, unimportant look. I'm just having fun. Even this situation can be a pleasure to him. His life is entertainment itself. Everything is play, and neither one's life nor the lives of others are just toys to fill his heart.

"I thought the rumor was a rumor, and in fact, I guess it's just a rumor. I can't imagine a man loyal to his duties like you getting his hands on the Lord's wife."

As Marcias spun the words, Hal's body was trembling in small pieces, which was also visible to Orian's eyes. Hal is scared. Maybe he knows what's going to happen. I'm pretty sure you understand what Orian doesn't know.

"Would it?

As Marcias laughed, Mirelbus leaned down. There he was, and he finally seemed to realize that something was wrong with Hull in his arm. It's not strange if it's hurt by Marcias' hand, but it doesn't smell like blood. You won't even see any trauma.

Marcias is not a crude man. He was an extremely reluctant man to behave violently from scratch. Most of all, it's because your hands get dirty and you get tired. In other ways, you can do as much evil as you want.

Such a man. It wasn't strange that Hal was given extrajudicial treatment. As far as foreign law was concerned, there was nothing out to Marcias' right in Zalwarn.

"Mirell...... sorry, it's my fault"

"That's right. It's your fault, Hal. If you hadn't thought about this man, if you hadn't dreamed about this man, if you hadn't been distracted, this wouldn't have happened. It wouldn't have happened if we had acted like this and hidden our true intentions."

It was an unfortunate way to put it, but Orian didn't know what Marcias really thought. Maybe he's having fun, maybe he's really sad. The same is true of being betrayed by a handful of credible people. As for him, it would be unforgivable.

Marcias seems to have thrown the knife he had at Mirelbus's feet. The knife rolled onto the floor and made a dry noise.

"Dear Marcias...?

"I was just about to. When I questioned the truth of the rumor, this woman turned into a leopard. He was about to be killed.

Orian watched as Marcias glanced at Hal. He was just a bystander on this occasion. I don't know why Marcias called herself here. If you think you need an audience other than yourself for the fun of it, it's not a bad hobby, but it's not an unlikely story given Marcias' personality.

"Then. I had a hard time extracting information from this woman, but thanks, I don't get the point about this woman. This woman is all about loving you and wanting to be the force of your dreams. I wonder what that means."

He's laughing. A bottom-cold laugh echoed the wide indoors.

"I can think of one in two. One caged this woman's heart for you to assassinate me. One, this woman took the liberty of trying to martyr in your dreams. The intensity of this woman's assumptions is origami. Even the latter do not know. But no certainty."

Mirrelbus looked like he couldn't move while holding Hal's body. Of course, there's no way he can do anything about being a bystander. Mirell Bass and I weren't close, but Orian couldn't have gotten eyes on Marcias right now.

"There, there. I gave you a chance to prove your innocence. [M] Mirrelbus, you're a brilliant man. An indispensable human being for the future of my Zalwarn. but if you plotted my assassination, it's not the story. I will not forgive the traitor."

His words were truly imminent. In fact, Marcias has never forgiven a traitor as one. It was his usual practice to make him receive harsh rewards. And there is no means against the power and oppression that colors him. The Lord is absolute in this country. Especially since he became a national lord, the trend has worsened, but he was not even allowed to mourn the fact.

"Come on, Mirelbus. Answer me, have you plotted my assassination and passed through with this woman? Or do you have nothing to do with this woman? Kill this woman if you want to prove her irrelevance."

I wonder what Mirelbus thought when Marcias told him.

Whoops, I must have thought about that because this must be my dream. When he realized he was dreaming, he wanted to laugh at the ridicule, but he woke up not knowing why either.

(Mirrelbus, I had a dream about you. Have you met her?

Orian snapped in his chest as he narrowed his eyes to the coolness of the light inserting into his sight. It doesn't mean I believe in the reality of my soul, but I can't help wishing. Of course, if the soul existed, the destination for something like Mirelbas to get to is hell, but that's the same with Hal-Vridia. Unsaved soul bearers. Praying for peace after that death is not a bad thing.

"Who?

Orian asked because he discovered soldiers at the entrance and exit between the main heavens. Although consciousness was uncertain, fatigue had recovered a little. It was not a complete situation, and the battle could be said to be unstoppable, but it does not necessarily mean that you cannot use armed summons.

A soldier wearing light armor and a helmet in the eye can tell from his physique that he is a woman. Seeing where I ran nervous about Orian's inquiry, were you even thinking about getting close while you were asleep? But the words uttered from the mouth of the female soldier were unexpected.

"Master Orian, run away. The Gandhian army, which has fallen into the dragon palace, is searching around for Orian's location."

The low suppressed voice indicated that the female soldier was extremely nervous. Is it in front of the next lord of kingdom, or the Pendragon clan? Or is it neither of them? Either way, Orian had to pull up from the throne. The comfortable seating throne, I see, was meant to be struck and worn by long-thinking humans like Mirell Bass.

"Right."

I did not question the soldier's response, not because his head was not working. I didn't think so. Gandia was jerked off by her predicament because twenty years ago, Marcias poisoned the Sius Cloud. Marcias, now that he's dead, it's not surprising that he was trying to find Orian, the heir to the law.

Floating down from the throne, I felt a female soldier glance at this one.

"What is it?

"Hurry up. It's only a matter of time before the Gandian army reaches the Heavenly Wheel Palace."

"Okay, sweetheart."

Maybe it didn't resist because that voice had a mix of familiar sounds.