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

April 18th.

From the Taural fortress, where dark clouds could stand, a large army led by double-horned general Garan-Sidor set out, aiming for the Valter all the way.

The great army, spanning a total of five thousand and five hundred, was wrapped in one with a double-angled general as its apex, and functioned as Galan-Sidor intended, like one flesh. If Garan-Sidor commands a single voice, the army will expand at will and contract at will. It is in the mastery of such a rare army that Garan-Sidor is competent as a general. He can move his army as if it were his hands and feet, and take his own methods of warfare. But to do so, we need to take time to take control of the army. His days at the Taural Fortress resulted in giving him twelve minutes of time to master General Sheila.

"He's gone..."

Sheila snapped as she saw the back of a large army led by Galan. The Garans came out of the Taural fortress because information that the Abad Regular Army, which was gathered in Valter, had begun marching towards the Taural region, jumped into the Taural fortress. When the military council opened immediately, Langleed Zan-Sidonia and the battle leaders, including Garan-Sidor, fought a thorough anti-war, and only Kean-Window complained of their lack of war. This would mean that only he endorsed Sheila's intentions. but there was nothing like the Galans' willingness to sway.

Sheila was silent.

Initially, Galan and the others were going to cage in the Taural fortress and intercept the Abad army, but when Larnheil Lars-Taural preached the pointlessness of the cage battle, which the reinforcements could not even expect, it was decided to turn around and strike out as far as Valter. When the policy was decided, the rest was quick. When the department was decided, Sheila had become general. When Sheila glanced at Larnheil, he was nodding nothing.

Sheila believed in Lernheil's intentions and didn't pinch her mouth on the military council.

Sheila, the general general, along with the SS, will remain in the fortress of Taural, leaving five thousand and five hundred to head to the land of the showdown, under the command of Galan-Sidor. That was two days ago. Then for two days, I didn't care. If the army led by Galan were to run into the Royal Palace Army, I would be sorry. Sheila's name may remain in history as Abard's greatest rebel. No, that's good. No way. The problem is that there's a lot of blood coming out of it, and that doesn't solve anything.

For this, she didn't stay in Taural.

"Now we can't go back. No, the princess was not given the opportunity to go back. I just had to move on."

"Moving forward..."

"Sometimes we need to make sacrifices to move forward"

"Is this the price you need? Plus, it's moving forward. Nothing's changed."

"No, it changes."

"That's right. It changes. From now on, I will change your destiny."

It was the voice I was accustomed to hearing that I had been speaking in a strong tone. But it's not a voice that has the usual tenderness and so much tenderness that it's going to disappear now. I'm forced to have a low voice, such a voice. And the tone wasn't like hers either.

"Lena?"

Turning around, there was her across the military horse.

"It's not Lena. You'll see. Is your eye a pit? I'm Sheila. Sheila Lewe-Abbard."

Immediately, she has said that in a strong tone. It was as if I didn't understand. I didn't understand, but I found out she was wearing Sheila's armor helmet, and I could grasp that she was dyeing her hair white. Long hair overflowing from her eye-catching helmet was as bright as Sheila's.

"What are you talking about...?

"This is the answer, Princess."

"Lernheil... you..."

Sheila glanced at Lernheil with dismay. Lernheil looks up to Lena with a calm expression.

"Let Lena take the place of the princess. Lena has served the princess's side for many years and has seen the princess's words and actions up close. There will be no more suitors than Lena to recreate the princess. And Lena has unparalleled acting skills."

"Father, there's more to you than that."

"But it's true. You are more talented than poetics and have nothing else in line in your acting skills. Stretch your chest."

"Yes, Father..."

"What the hell, what the hell? I don't know, man!

Sheila's chest was about to be torn apart by the thoughts put into the conversation between the two. I screamed, but the words I screamed mean nothing. I couldn't have known. I raised my voice because I understood everything. Lernheil wants Lena to join the Garans as Sheila herself. Waiting at the dawn of the rendezvous is a battle, and if it is a battle, I know the fate of waiting for her.

"There is no other way for a princess to survive"

The eyes of Lena on the horse staring at Sheila are beautifully polished. It's the eyes of those who were prepared to die. I didn't even see any words to call. Her determination is hard and unwavering. Where Sheila went, she can't change her mind.

"What the royal palace craves is the fact that the princess is dead. If the princess were to die with the army of the Sheila faction, it would be a hail for the royal palace. Even if the princess is fake, if the real thing disappears from the country and loses it, she must dispose of the fake as real"

"Are you going to die just to keep me alive?

"Yes, I will die a princess, for her sake. The princess lives. Live my share, too."

"Why not? Why are you doing this to me..."

"I'm a princess."

"I don't know..."

"You don't have to be convinced. But please, don't waste our readiness."

"I know it's unsolicited, but if it's left to the princess, please, survive forever. Live and grab happiness"

Looking alternately at Larnheil and Lena's face, Sheila was stuck in words. I didn't know what to say. Sheila knows that there are things that have always died for her. On the battlefield, a large number of soldiers are dead to protect her troops, and Sheila's samurai was instrumental in serving as her shield and wall. Sheila was raised, being taught that she was a born royalty and that all the people under the king existed for royalty. It is only natural that the lower ones throw their lives for the royalty, and there is no need to pinch some emotion there. The royal family supports this country. I run the country. Because losing the royalty is nothing but painful for the subjects.

But not this time.

For Taural parents and children, losing Sheila doesn't hurt anything. Sheila's shelter will gain nothing. Rather, there is only a loss. It is not surprising that Larnheil was relieved of his seat in this commotion, and, in fact, it seems true that there is such a move. Only the royal palace's actions are delayed because it must turn to the King's judgment regarding the departure of the leader, and if King Reserg stamps his mark, at that moment Larnheil loses the position of the leader he has held for many years.

"Happiness..."

What about you?

Sheila wanted to ask Lena. Was she happy? Lena said she was very happy for more than a decade on Sheila's side. That time of happiness has been lost so much. Eight years ago. Sheila took off the prince's mask and became a princess. From that moment on, Sheila's relationship with Lena collapsed. Lena returned to Taural and Sheila continued to be in the king's capital. Lena immersed herself in poetry and went so far as to build a school, but for that period, she wasn't particularly happy, either.

"I will go round again with the princess. I'm happy to die instead of the princess."

"There is one form of happiness. Neither can I be happier if my daughter is to help save the princess from her misery. I've always wanted to repay the princess."

"Give back? Isn't that what I should be doing?"

"Say what"

Lernheil smiled at Sheila's remarks.

"I owe everything to the princess to be turned back as Taural's collar uncle. The connection between the princess and Lena made my power strong and gave me stability. The fact that I am able to spend my days away from the politics of the centre is no more than a grace in those days. Thanks to the princess for everything."

Sheila also had to shut up about Lernheil's confession. Until such time as he is. Pinching his mouth is rude and an act of trampling his thoughts. Nothing I disliked more about Sheila than that kind of behavior. I have no choice but to receive thoughts. Receive, accept, and embrace. And by dampening the trembling mind, we tolerate everything.

That's how I've lived.

"One day, I was only thinking about giving it back to the princess. If that's what saves the princess's destiny, there's nothing more honorable."

Lena nods and affirms to Lernheil's words.

Sheila accepted the determination and readiness of the two. I had to accept it. I can't refuse. I can't deny it. There's no way I can do that, like trampling. He and she both want to move on and give their lives.

For Sheila.

"So long, princess. Good afternoon."

"Thanks, Lena"

Live, etc. couldn't have been. She must die. You're dead, and you can do your part. For the first time since her death as Sheila Lewe-Abbard, she can conjure up her mission.

It wasn't Lena alone who chased Galan's army. She's not enough alone to mislead Lena as Sheila Lewe-Abbard. Twenty-two of the samurai and Serene-Sidor followed Lena. Serene and samurai also had the role of exchanging words in place of Lena. The voices are too different in Sheila and Lena. How much tone you imitate, you can't even make it sound like your voice.

Most importantly, you can't fool Garan-Sydor or Kean-Window and others for doing all that. No, in the first place, the Sheila generals might know at a glance. In other words, disguise is meaningless to your allies. But Lena needed to disguise herself.

In order for the royal palace to make it a fact that Sheila Lewe-Abbard is dead, we can't do it with Lena as she is. I need information that I can mistakenly identify as Sheila. It would be a disguise, a weapon, a protective gear, a formation. The outfit is close. Armor helmets are Sheila's favorite. The weapon, not just Heart of Beast, but a badly similarly shaped summoning armed has been called by Serene and passed on to Lena.

As for Sheila Lewe-Abbard's fake, it could have been called perfect...

And she becomes the real Sheila.

As the real Sheila, you die.