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

I saw the darkness.

There was a deep, deep abyss of darkness, a world where only despair lay.

It is the smell of blood that spreads, and it is the flock of the dead that treads.

A grudge raises a grudge, and anger swirls.

There couldn't have been any hope.

That is the reality of that dark world.

But in that desperate darkness, there was something to resist.

Someone with a disastrous spear by the time it was destructive.

Juvenile.

Red eyed brunette melting in the darkness...

Opening his eyes all the way, Niewe Raam-Alsur felt relieved by the familiar shapes of the ceiling that jumped into his sight. The sweat that's blown out of my whole body is getting the laying cloth wet, but that's not something I care about. What did you do? It's sweaty.

(Is that... me?)

I still remember my dreams.

Usually if you wake up with the content of your dreams or something, you'll forget about it. Sometimes, however, when something catches on, you can't forget to wake up. That would be it again this time. But what caught me was more about a boy nestled in darkness than the heterogeneity of the sight I dreamed of.

The figure looked just like herself, looking in the mirror. He looked slightly different, but didn't seem to make a big difference.

Definitely, it was me.

As he slipped out of his bedroom, he lit the light of the demonic crystal lamp on his desk. A light, pale and cold, blows the darkness of the night out of his bedroom. It's a big room. Speaking of the general feeling, it seems to be so vast that it is not considered an individual's bedroom, but it was he who was born and raised differently from the general public that he did not know what that feeling was. Instead, given the position of the Duke of Fight, he was sometimes pissed that it was a room that was more correct, such as narrow, and unlike the Duke of Fight. Although angry that he should live in a more noble room is about Nina Raam-Ensiel, who makes him his sister and rider.

But I don't plan on getting married at the moment either. I didn't think living in a bigger room would just be less user-friendly, etc. While I think Nina's advice must be heeded.

He has his thoughts.

"Arak Wolcraum Westel......"

What Neewe uttered was an armed summoning spell.

Armed Summoning consists of three spells.

The three spells of the Unspiritual, Martial and Sacred Testament are mandatory in exercising the art of armed summons, but the two, excluding the Unspiritual, become different strings depending on the subject of the summons. In short, only dissolving spiritual phrases were common spells, the first spells that armed summoners had to remember. Of course, armed summoning is not something that can be exercised where only an exorcism can be uttered.

The anthological phrase was a spell for evoking the inner power of the operator and interfering with the world by making the ancient language compass sound, and it was also the foundation in the foundation.

Then a martial arts phrase is needed. spell to identify the shape and capability of the summoning arm, which determines the summoning arm to be summoned. The more detail you set, the longer the spell will be and the longer the chant will be. Also, powerful summoning armed spells tended to be longer. But it's the fear of armed summons that doesn't necessarily mean the summoning weapon as per the spell can be called. Summoning weapons are weapons and protective equipment that exist in different worlds. I just set it up with a spell, and I'm glad to say that it's less likely that what you want can be summoned. Even if it's not exactly the same thing, if it's successful, I don't need to worry about anything because weapons and protective equipment approximating the spell will be called.

At the end of the day, it is a sacrament.

It is a spell confirming the contract between the summoning armed and the summoner, without which the summons will not be fulfilled.

"Armed Summoning"

The end of the spell, by definition, is this one word.

By a word of armed summons, the spell affects the world and opens the doors of different worlds. Eventually, the weapons and protective equipment identified by the spell will be transferred to the operator.

With the explosive light, weight arises in his hands. When squeezed, he is irritated by the feeling as if his ego is enlarged, faster than surprised by the frozen hardness, and recognizes the success of the summons. That's what summoning armed is all about. It gives a lot of power to the man in your hand. That's the side effect, so it's only threatening.

"Is that really me?

He looked down at the subpoena armed in both hands. Exactly the same shape, dark black short knife in the same color. It was a short knife unified in black from the tip of the pattern to the cutting edge, and although it was the decoration by the way, it was not floating in the black.

He named himself Edge of Thurst. Sometimes referred to as a dark black double knife.

The summoning armed with tremendous power was enough to envy even Yelkaim-Karlavia, a rare armed summoner.

There was a reaction from a dark black double knife. Summoning armed is willing. Sometimes, this is how they communicate their opinions to the summoner, but the dark black double-knife was remarkable.

You became his advisor.

He believed that it was only because he got the edge of thurst that he was able to be the Duke of the Fight. What he puts into the dark black double knife is that it has a corresponding reason.

"The other me...?

That's what Edge of Thurst said.

And I've told him that he's going to have to be defeated sooner or later. Enemies to defeat. The opponent to destroy. That's the other Niewe I dreamed about.

I didn't think anything like that existed in the world, and he was, like, flabbergasted.

Benoagard is one of the northernmost countries in the continental group of small nations. It was an adjacent country to the west of Armador, and its previous national territory was only about the same size as Gandia in the days when it was a weak and small country or less. Naturally, national power was also to that extent, something that could not be very powerful. That is what the neighbouring countries saw, and neither the people nor the government of Benoagard sought to improve upon their recognition and recognition of that fact.

You just have to be calm and safe.

Small groups of nations have been “normal" for nearly five hundred years.

“Normal” should last forever if something doesn't mess up. If the “normal” continues, the peace will continue. A small nation should only continue to compete in skirmishes that have no benefits and only worry once and for all. Both the government and the people of Benoagard seemed to think only that way.

And even with that thought, the country was turning well.

No, if it can be said that the country where corruption slowly progressed and gradually became necrotic was turning well,

In fact, Benoagard was dying.

It's a country with a long history.

The great division five hundred years ago, when a united nation that I even dreamed of collapsed and was divided into countless countries and regions. Benoagard is said to have been born shortly thereafter. This would mean that nearly five hundred years of history has been spinning.

The first hundred years, arguably the dawn of a small group of nations, Benoagard was also actively aiming to expand its national territory. Maybe it was a good time. It was precisely a massive warring world, unparalleled with the present world, where heroes and grandeurs were frequented, countless nations were born and countless nations fell. In the meantime, Benoagard survives and succeeds in securing some degree of national territory.

Then for hundreds of years, history flowed.

The noble ideals set forth during the founding of Benoagard were repainted by the glory and vanity of the past, politics became corrupt, and the royal matriarch began to compete with Huamei, delayed in drinking. The people gasped for bad governance and poverty and sought salvation, but there was nothing they could do in Vashtalia where they sought. Vashtalia, like the other three major forces, was extremely averse to interference in the group of small states. The firepowder that shakes will be extinguished with all its might, but Mizu did not try to become a firepowder...

"That's when our Knights listened to the people."

"Long live the Knights! Glory to the Knights of the Divine Table!

"Not yet. We're going to talk about it."

The drunk shouts fly because of the taverns in the taverns.

He had no discomfort, although he looked at the size of the voices of both drunkards. It was ourselves who stood up to save a people like them from their predicament. I didn't feel like getting mad at them for floating. I think I should rather be happy. If they hadn't stood up, they might have died wild somewhere in this king's capital by now. It seemed so terrible by then.

Sometimes I admire that it was something that was not often attacked and destroyed by other countries, but the neighbouring countries weren't in that situation either, I guess. The countries surrounding Benoagard have problems everywhere. That's why we also created a gap to get into.

Shivula Zan-Suor left the store handing the price to the pavilion owner when he drank up the fruit liquor poured into the cup. There was something to care about him in his jacket and his headscarf deep in his eyes, but nothing to try to find out who he was. In this city, fear noise.

The suppression of the Knights is because there is no mercy.

When you leave the tavern, it's the capital city of Benoa, East Avenue. It's just called Boulevard and it's a lot of popularity. but no one tried to keep an eye on him, and nothing to know who he was. He puts on his jacket and hides his face with a headscarf because otherwise he can't breathe and is no match.

There is nothing in this capital city of Benoa that does not know the thirteenth knight.

"I looked for you, Mr. Shivula."

To the unexpected call, he looked back and flashed.

"... you're as diverse as ever"

"Yes?"

It was a young man who had spoken to him. It can be called a youth. Binocular on blonde hair. A brilliant appearance would be a bloodless move. His blood muscles were the noblest of the Knights. but now that it has fallen, its noble blood muscles will not protect his position. It would be his strength to defend his position, the title of thirteen knights. And that was won by strength, not by blood muscle.

Hulberto Zan-Benoagard.

There is nothing unknown about him, the real son of Alberto Ray-Benoagard, the last king of the kingdom of Benoagard, and heir to the first throne. Neither a coat worn in imitation of Shivula, nor a headscarf, would mean anything. Nothing stood out more than his appearance.

It is to the left that the citizens surround the two of them in far-flung windings.

"It is not a place like this to be named"

"... ah"

"... at all, this makes the ahead compassionate"

"Ugh... but no one asked me."

He has argued, but there was no substitute for the fact that he himself was in the spotlight because he wasn't asked. Much of what surrounds the two of them in far-flung circles speaks Hulberto's name and praises his appearance.

"If the results are good, everything is good, and so on. It's true that results are everything, but keeping an eye on results alone can only cloud your own eyes"

"Yes. You'll learn"

"... I am not a teacher to the Lord."

Shoulder to shoulder, Hulberto looked troubled. He himself is neither old nor in a position to need an amulet. He is a fine knight, too.

"So why were you looking for me?

"It's a convocation by His Excellency the Commander. to gather among the tables of God."

"You know what?"

He was convinced that the convocation among the Divine Tables meant holding a meeting of vital importance to the country.

"But why Sir?

"Speaking of Mr. Shivula, isn't it because it's me"

"... what do you mean, it's"

Sighing, Shivula saw the young knight clasp his shoulders and shook his head. Though I knew faintly that the Knights were pushing himself to take care of him.

"Let's go. Too much attention."

"Ha, yes!...?

The national territory of Benoagard has swelled in the last six months. That was enough momentum to catch up with Gandhia. If we don't maintain this momentum, Gandia is likely to drink it. The country and the people are starting to get exhausted, but you can't stop your legs. Gandia said he had stabilized Kruselk and gained part of its territory. Not only has it entered into an alliance with Gibelle, but it also has good relations with neighbouring countries, he said.

The agenda must have been about outings.

Shivula, scratching the circle of citizens, went for Castle Benoa.

At the end of March, spring is also visiting Benoa.