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

There is darkness.

Darkness of deep and dark ignorance continues to spread.

He walks alone through the darkness. I don't have the lights, I don't have any offerings, I'm just progressing alone.

The ground seems flat and endlessly long. It just seems, he doesn't know what it's actually like.

He was just driven by a sense of purpose that he had to step through this unknown darkness. I wonder what's beyond the darkness. Don't expect light. He minded, but still might not have had a choice but to inflate his chest in anticipation.

No sound, no wind.

Walking just through the darkness comes a moment when, uh, you don't know what you are. When the doubt arose, at that moment something called myself melted into the darkness, and the elements that constituted the flesh flowed like mud. flesh. No, maybe it's more right, like self. In this darkness he did not see and ascertain his body in person with his own eyes. It's just that, as a feeling, I recognized that there was flesh. The flesh that survived for more than twenty years, not so much scratched, but losing one eye was the greatest injury, otherwise it should have been that of a human who has lived an extremely healthy and, however smoothly, full of sails.

In the sense of melting into darkness, he still tries to move forward, but the sense of direction was no longer present, and even heaven and earth were uncertain. In the first place, I even doubt that there was heaven and earth in this darkness.

It's a bad dream.

He meant to snap, but it didn't even make him a voice.

Bad dreams.

I'm dreaming.

I tried to utter words many times, but there was no way I could make my voice sound more than my flesh had melted into darkness. In the first place, even the footsteps were scratching out. All the sounds, they may be sucked into the darkness.

In silent, infinite darkness, he could not hold his knees, nor was he confused.

"Leon. My dear Leon"

What shook my earlobes inadvertently was a voice that echoed and shook my heart. Hard, painful sounding tone. That is my mother's mourning. How can a voice twilight in my mother's grief shake my heart and tighten my chest like this? Is it a child's instinct, or is he too sensitive to himself?

"Leon. Leon Gund. My child. My strong boy."

What then pierced my consciousness sounded as sharp as a blade and as fierce as steel. The sound of encompassing intensity and temperament, from childhood to the present, was for him an aspiration itself. The voice where my father had not yet lost his appearance as Yingjie still arouses his soul.

He doesn't know why he heard such a voice.

In the first place, the flesh is dissolved in darkness, and both the ear and tympanic membrane are out of shape. I couldn't have done it, like picking up sounds. I can't hear anything, and I can't see anything. So he realized. Maybe what I recognized as infinite darkness was just because I was losing my eyesight.

The darkness wasn't going on.

It is not that there is no light.

Can't you see anything because you can't feel the light?

When I thought so, a flash ran into his vision.

"Leongando, my son, that is your name. Become a lion among lions. to Leongand. '

The words of the Siuss Cloud were not in his memory. No matter how much I try to remember, I can't even dig up a fragment of my memory that I heard the word. Is it just a delusion or a dream? Or is it a memory before you get your mind on it?

"Leongando's gands are the same as Gandhia's gands."

Gracia's voice, as I may say, was too young, and this, too, was an unfamiliar word. However, similar things have been said more than once. Whoever tries to know the meaning of his name, it will often be.

Both Leon and Gand meant lions, and Leon Gand was exactly the name that meant lions among lions. How much did Cius Cloud expect from Leongand? He must have given the name with the intention of entrusting the long-awaited first child with the future of Gandia.

"Not at all..."

In sight was the appearance of a changed cius-cloud. Flesh deformed to such an extent that it did not recall the human skeleton was inflated several times and strangely discoloured. The hardened skin was cracked and something like an organ was visible from inside, which was rhythmic as the sius cloud breathed. It was no longer something he could call human, but he could neither turn away.

"Leon, it's Leongando. My child. My successor, heir of my will. And behold, this is the end of the king of fools. It's the end of something raw."

Don't.

He screamed, but there was no change in the sight in front of him.

'Still, I wanted to live. I wanted to live and bloom back. To that place. To that battlefield. To that warring world, again, I wanted to dream'

Cius Cloud kept following his dreams.

He was also not allowed to leave the hospital bed because he got incurable, but still, he could dream. What can I do to make my dreams come true? I guess Sius Cloud kept thinking. One of them is to restore the flesh. As long as you can overcome the disease, it is easy to bloom back as a king. Because the people of Gandia kept waiting for his return.

But for that reason, we must try the guilt of creating a research organization called the Foreign Law Agency or something, and using the people as experimental material.

That's not what the lion king does.

It will be the place of the Demon King.

Demon King. Demon King. Maybe so. I guess if we become demon kings, even if we end up like this, we can dream about it '

I couldn't have listened.

'It's okay. So...'

Cius Cloud did laugh when he poked his sword in. I was laughing. The grin still burns in his retina and doesn't leave. Close your eyes and you'll come back to life behind your eyelids. A monstrous, monstrous, heroic smile comes to mind.

"Stop it!"

I heard a scream, and he snapped. When I wondered if the light had returned to my sight, I saw a woman lying forward looking at me and looking strange.

"Oh, is Your Majesty in a mood?

"... here is"

"Your Majesty's room."

Arya was going to be in a good mood or joking. Glossy dark hair looks glowing in the light of the Demonic Crystal lamp. The gray eyes, who usually don't know what they're thinking, now look worried about Leongando for some reason.

"My room..."

Leongand snapped blindly. It wasn't until then that I realized that what I had been seeing was a dream. It was certainly an unrealistic event, but only with regard to the end of the Sius Cloud, it was unusually realistic. I can see unpleasant sweat erupting from all over my body. Maybe that's why Arya looks worried. It's rare for Leongands to look like that.

"Did you even have a nightmare"

"Speaking of which, you were there too..."

When Leongand blurted, Arya was decent.

"What are you talking about?

"When you killed my father."

Tell him, he fell behind his back. The bedside with the canopy was the only space for him and Arya, unchanged in phase. However, Leongando was no longer trying to touch Arya, nor was Arya seeking Leongando.

Changes in mood will be due to changes in circumstances.

"Sius Cloud... Dear,"

"You don't have to force it. You must be the object of hatred."

Leongand left, looking at the darkness of the ceiling. Only boys like Arya, Iris, Ur, Lerga Brothers, and Ellen survived the research of the foreign law agency. Only six. Only six survived as some sort of success story, a phrase that cost hundreds or more lives.

It's like a Dinobot Cave, he thought.

The Dinoble Dragon Cave is an armed summoner training agency in Zalwarn, but hundreds of noble children were thrown and several Milius and Lancaines said to have survived. Most of its survivors have also been killed in the war in Zalwarn. Only Miliu and Lancain were the survivors of the Dinobot Cave and oddly belonged to the Gandhian army.

When it comes to Zalwarn, it's also famous for its foreign laws. The story of foreign law researchers flowing from Zalwarn may not be wrong, either.

"Your Majesty himself cleared our grudges, so that's enough."

"Still, you and Ur deserve to resent me. I'm the King of Gandhia who risked your lives. It's all on me now. I will bear the sins of the past. I have to carry it. That would mean being king."

That being said, the business of killing my father still binds my actions, so I don't take care of him. Has the fact that you killed my father become a curse, causing his consciousness and an unusual obsession with blood muscles? The cooler I think about it, the more I think about it.

Gracia, the uncontrollable thoughts on blood relatives such as Linonclair as well as Giselcoat and Rhine all start on that day when we ended the life of Siuscloud.

Had it not been for the siuss cloud in my hands, and had I not tasted the pain of my father's killing, would I not have had any hesitation in attacking and destroying Rhine either?

I accidentally wondered if Arya had corrected her posture, telling her with a discreet look not only of them.

"Then give your order. If His Majesty gives you one order, let us get one or two of the necks of the political opponents, even immediately. How about starting with Rhine-Ansleus or something?

Leongand escaped the bedroom when he silenced Arya's suggestion. If you order Arya, that will definitely end. This nonsense of politics will be curtained by the death of the Queen's nobility. No one can recognize her, so it's not as easy as turning her over as an assassin.

You want me to be Rhine?

Arya's signs had disappeared when he snapped, but he couldn't care less. Arya won't be assassinating Rhine in defiance of Leongand's orders. Unless there's more to it, it doesn't mean she acts on her own.

Sigh.

Wouldn't you have sold your soul to the devil if it was for Gandhia?

(I'm... lost in what)

Blood strays, confused quotes, and precious men nearly died.

Isn't this another dream of dreams, such as unifying small groups of nations?

Then I am sorry for those who have treaded so far.

He, he just, he could yell.