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

Mars-Barr wanted to block his ears.

I didn't want to hear the sound of Myon being drunk by ruin. It was a clear fact that the sound of looming military shoes would bring an end to this country. And I also understand the reality that where I've blocked my ears, where I've closed my eyelids, I can't avoid a ruinous end.

So, still, he didn't want to accept this reality.

"Finally. Finally."

He was alone as he took the knight of the escort to the basement of the royal palace. No rain sounds, no wind sounds, no thunder could reach the basement that was heard on the ground. But the hustle and bustle that echoes in the castle, it can be heard. There were voices of those who could cross swords with the army of Gandia, and there were cries of the Terminator. A fierce voice pierced the tympanic membrane asking him to look for Mars-Barr. He inadvertently stopped. but I quickly realize that it's not if I'm stopping.

Down the stairs and dive deeper.

From the basement of the Royal Palace, you can escape from Myon Lion. It wasn't him, no matter what, who made the exit. Mion Lion is an ancient city of history. There was little room for him to put his hands on it. The only thing, the Tower of the Throne, is that his will is joined.

It was Mars who made the Tower of the Throne worthy of the place of the king of Mion. He wanted Isius to rule Mion from heaven. That's all Isius had, and he was treading. As long as you have experience, any one of them could be a delicacy that outweighs Leongand.

Mars-Barr valued his lord as such.

"Finally, Myon is on track."

Fiscal stability, political stability and the stability of the people - it is good to say that the critical elements in running the country have begun to stabilize only recently. I don't mean to call them a single Mars handle. It was because of what served as his limbs and what was behind him, Isius, that everything was carried as he thought, and the rebuilding of Myon.

That allowed us to line up our shoulders with our allies.

Now I can stretch my chest and move on.

Mars-Barr took pride and conviction.

But how's it going?

Myon is on the verge of doom.

"Finally..."

The underground corridors are not intertwined. Although there are some contacts with the ground, it is basically a main road, and I guess it can be called an old structure in that sense. If Mars had been involved in construction, he might have made it more complicated. And you get in trouble when you have to.

Most importantly, if it was a complicated maze, it could have been effectively utilized to wind the chase. Either way, it has nothing to do with Mars.

"And this is because the Chancellor made the wrong choice."

The woman's voice echoed in the underground passage.

"Wrong...... you say? Me!?

Mars-Barr gazed at the knights, feeling signs in front of the underground passage. The breathtaking knights of Mars. I never spared my life for him. As the knights lined up in the narrow aisle pulled out their swords, one of them put up a demonic crystal lamp for his cell phone.

A cool light blows out the darkness of the underground space.

"If your lord hadn't betrayed Gandia, he wouldn't have developed into this sort of thing. Different?

One female knight, wrapped in white armor, stands, trying to hang a strangely shaped sword. Living in cool eyes is ruthless killing and clear hostility. The woman is going to kill Marus.

(White Saint Knight...)

Mars, in the sober part of his head, determined the woman's identity. The white armor stamped with Lucion's crest was only employed in the White Saint Knights and could not be worn except by the White Saint Knights, who should also be known as the SS of Prince Hulberg. The sword is not a formula adopted.

"There's no way Gandhia's, leaving Leongando's growth unattended, and so on! He has declared that he will unite a small group of continental nations...!

After the end of the Zalwarn war, Leongando's declaration of unity ran around Gandhia. Some would laugh at Leongand's remarks as grand juris, while not many countries would have learned to be as nervous as Myon. Gandhia swallowed Zalwarn. If that bothered me, I just had the local power not to build as much as cutting off neighboring countries.

Though allies, they were not other personnel.

Isn't that what unity means?

Mars-Barr was determined when he saw a future where Mion would be drunk by Gandia. As someone who was more cooperative in excluding Gandhia from the past, there was nothing wrong with conspiring with Rhine-Ansleus and others. Rhine, who had been depressed by Setuna's assassination failure, was also pleased with his cooperation.

Leongand's assassination.

Now it is time to succeed.

Otherwise, Mion has no future.

"Yes, Leongand must be eliminated. If that's what my Lord wants."

"? What are you saying... His Highness Halberg should want such a thing -"

Mars-Barr understood what a female knight was after he ran that mouth. Lucion's White Knight style can't possibly know Mion Lion's underground passage. Only a few key figures involved in Mion's national politics and only one outsider knew about this underground passage.

"No way... Uncle Gisele Court -!"

He saw then the sword of the lady knight shake.

"Mars-Barr means he escaped underground!

"In the basement?

Linonclair lurked his eyebrows in a report from troop leader Sonia-Rendahl. Can't we just wait for this storm to stop where we fled underground? I sometimes thought so, but another answer came to mind, and she shook her head in her chest.

Mion Lion's palace is now in the middle of a storm.

It is the Lucion army that is causing the storm, the Knights of Berel who arrived later. They believe that what they call the Horse Spear Knights is what improves the status of Isla Lewe-Berell, Princess of Berel, by virtue of their work, and it was not their morale or Lucion's ratio. Probably the most wary army in this battle. I guess that also has a lot to do with the fact that Mion is a less thoughtful country for Berel.

For Lucion, it's a country that has been allied for a long time. There was no reason not to have morale. Still, if there is a dead man in your own army, you will not be able to pull it off, and your will will will rise. We need to end this fight at all costs.

"Looks like it's going underground from here."

"Hmm. Let's go. Maybe it leads outside."

Linonclair went down to the basement of the royal palace, prompted by Sonia. And it was the underground passage that reached him, noticing the smell of blood full of its narrow cavities, and gathering his men. On the way down the aisle, Mars-Barr's body was rolling.

The mutilated corpse even made us forget the fact that he was the prime minister of this country.

"It's terrible."

Linonclair did not dislike a person named Mars-Barr. I was ready to hit Myon's regeneration with passion, risking all my life to accomplish it. He was never a bad guy. Such a setup, I thought, was not much, but the fact that he tried to kill ourselves was also indelible, and she deepened the frowny wrinkle in the puzzle of a person named Mars-Barr.

The body was not alone in Mars-Barr. His escort and the cavaliers' bodies were there, but there was no sign of a battle. Though the sword is in his hand, he doesn't look like he's wielded it. Assassination, then. There is no need to speculate about who or how they were killed.

Linonclair turned back the underground passage when he also instructed Mars-Barr to retrieve the bodies.

(Brother...)

Mars-Barr, who betrayed Gandhia, is dead. But still, Myon will not be forgiven.

By the time Isius kicked Leongand's offer, Mion had lost his future. Neither did Halberg's words reach Isius.

Isius was like a distant brother of the year to Linonclair.

Every time I visited Mion, I talked to him a lot.

Isius kept smiling in front of Linonclair.

He was an angelic boy.

"Heading to Your Highness."

"Ha."

Linonclair can't stay or not.

When Linonclair reached the top floor of the Tower of Thrones, Barberide-Warsoon of the White Sky Battles welcomed her with a sinking face. From before I saw his expression, I knew what was between heavens, and I was ready.

There was a smell of blood in the middle of the stairs climbing the tower. The intense smell of blood was proof that someone bled to death.

When I stepped into the room as I was ready, first, Hulberg's back came into my eyes. He had a sword in his hand. Blood drips from the body and creates red puddles on the floor. The sound of blood falling was clearly heard in the rain.

The interior is surrounded by silence.

Is silence because the dead never speak a word, or because everyone on this occasion does not have a word to speak?

I guess it's both.

Linonclair held his breath as he saw a large number of bodies mixed indoors. Thoughts and carcasses of Isius are on the throne, and the corpses of the knights of the SS are rolled, so that they may protect the carcasses of the king. There was a fierce battle, as can be seen from the fact that Hulberg was injured and that some of the White Saints have lost their lives.

"It's over. Anything."

Hulberg, looking back at Linonclair, crushed to bitterness.