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

The nurse dies.

It is only natural that one should die one day, but the time of Nahless's death is apparently approaching the present.

Nares, once rescued where he was imprisoned in the basement of Zalwarn, has gained his whole life in nine deaths. But according to him, he was poisoned by the meal he was served in prison, and the poison, every day, erodes his body. Still, he kept fighting. I can't imagine how much pain that poison caused Leongand, but Nares never gave a look of pain either. Always a cool face, doesn't even make you feel like death is imminent. The words were as if a cool breeze were blowing, the extraction was like a fierce breeze, and everyday reminded me of a fresh breeze - a man like the wind, everyone whispered.

These days, he appears like the wind, blows like a storm, and leaves like the wind again.

Leongand is also suffering from a natural disaster called Nares. That, too, was in the midst of enjoying Nage and her two moments, so Leongand had to be blatant, and Nage did not hide her displeasure. Since the presentation of her pregnancy, she has been surprised by the rare reaction to Nage's constant smile.

"Hi, you seem to be doing well"

Nahless left it that way, not to make excuses.

"My body is light, it's like, I'm back in my old self, I'm in that mood"

His eyes, laughing loudly, are transparent. It was clear everywhere, seemed to reflect the filth of my own heart staring at me, and it was nearly impossible to stare at me for a long time.

"Your eyes are like mirrors that reflect your heart."

Leongand said, he smiled. The smiling thing seemed clear, and Leongand's eyes were unconsciously hot.

"How about His Majesty's will in that mirror?

"It's never something to be proud of."

"... may you not despise yourself. His Majesty's will strikes and inspires the hearts and minds of many subjects, not only me. It is proof that His Majesty's will itself is shining. Instead, I will sit down because my eyes are reputed to be like mirrors."

"You always are."

Leongand smiled bitterly. Ever since I was a kid, I have. Nothing has changed yet. It was the appearance that changed, and my personality should have changed a lot, but my essence hasn't changed a thing for a long time.

"Good at praising me and making me care about it"

'Cause this is all I've eaten'

While Nares was seldom taken lightly to make jokes, he left. Exactly as the wind disappeared, he turned to the Dragon House with his feet. Leongand didn't hold back. I always want my military teacher to be on my side, but it was also true that I could not nourish my thinking skills, just relying on him. In doing so, Nahless will be concerned that he has consequently pushed Setuna against the ruler of the dragon palace, and it is also possible that his field of view captures something.

Before that, Leongando thought, whether he wanted Nares to like it or not.

The time of his life is no longer left little. Clear eyes will tell. The eyes of those who have learned the time of death. Even though I saw death directly and accepted it. Maybe that's why I can't stare. Nothing is more difficult to accept than the fact that Nares dies. Not because Nares is essential to Gandhia's future. Because Leongand has to look directly at the fact that he can't do anything for him.

"If I can give my life, I want to give it."

Leongand, secretly crushed.

Nothing is more subtle than the relationship between Leongand and Nahless.

Nares-Ragnahorn was found in Siuscloud, king ahead of Gandhia, as the fruit father of Leongando, a man whose talents were loved. It was also in the midst of being heavily used by the Sius Cloud to learn various things and sharpen talent under the Sius Cloud that he began to manifest himself as a military mentor. Schius Cloud, who found numerous talents and did not keep talent solely for talent, still, I guess, had the style of a hero. Both Algazard-Vargazar and Deion-Hocrow became first-line figures because they received the Kaoru pottery of Siuscloud.

I have no doubt that the eyes that look at people had something extra superior to Leongand. Nares, Algazard and Deion, whom Ciuss Cloud loved for their talents, were important figures supporting Gandia today, and when they became enough to stand in line with them, they were only enough to count. Name it, would it be about Astal-Lanadies?

Speaking of which, Nares must laugh at you.

"It's a unique Gandhian eye."

I felt his voice echoing behind my brain, and Leongand narrowed his eyes. Perhaps there are few opportunities left to hear that voice in person.

"Your Majesty..."

"Nares is more necessary to this country than I am. Don't you think?

"Words, Your Majesty. I don't think so. Your Majesty, it is clear to everyone that it is the Gandhia that is what it is. I'm sure there's no substitute for the Master, but I'm also certain there's no substitute for His Majesty in command of this country."

It was August-Sancian who had been praising me. The splendid appearance of the head of the Sancian family, one of Gandia's leading nobles, always bears a chilling light.

"That being said, Augusto. Don't you have Uncle Gisellcourt?"

"Uncle Kernnoll's political arm has something to keep an eye on. It is an unquestionable fact that it was only with the arms and the hopes of Uncle Kernnoll that this country could have been stable while His Majesty was in Kruselk. Let's admit that. But he doesn't have a vision for Gandia's future"

"... I see"

Leongand glanced at Augusto's cold analytical skills. August-Sancian's eyes are still sharpened when he sees no future for the Reins, even as he finds himself in the anti-Leongans. Look closely.

He was right.

Gisele Court's political skill is, indeed, excellent. There's nothing more to line up for, and politicians like him would be nowhere else to look inside Gandia. Even the military teacher Nares can be described as inferior to Gisele Court when it comes to politics. Gisele Court's political power, often referred to as Gandhia I, did not have to turn him against his enemies for nothing but good fortune to Leongand. If Gisele Court had turned to the enemy, Leongand's entire life might have been closed.

But, as Augusto put it, Gisellcourt's politics did not look to Gandhia's future. It is a solid investment in maintaining the status quo, or tomorrow, and I cannot help but get a plain impression when compared to Nares, who can foresee a few years or decades ahead, or his incensed leongando. Of course, that doesn't mean it's bad. Instead, there was no more suitable material than Giselcoat to entrust national politics while Leongand was vacating the country. Maintaining the status quo is enough while Leongando and the others can't talk. Much better than being done on your own where Leongand's eyes are out. That is why Leongand can leave the country to Giselcoat and focus on his outings, arguably.

In other words, everyone has strengths and weaknesses.

There's no way a single person can do anything.

In addition to his military talents, Nares also has the skills to be a politician. Even if HR were to be entrusted, suitable materials would be placed in place. He also has the ability to run the country. Broad horizons are something no one can hold. But he can't fight. You know how to handle a sword, but you're not the kind of person who takes a sword and fights. The only way to fight in action is to leave it to the soldiers.

When it comes to overwhelming combat talent, we have Setuna. He can hit thousands of enemy soldiers on his own. He's also a tough guy. As far as the combat aspect is concerned, it is enough to leave him to himself. Sometimes a small country wonders if he can control it by himself, but he won't transfer it to execution. Armed summoners are more drained and fatigued than regular soldiers. Even if it was easy to make one of the forts fall, it is possible that the rest will not last.

That, moreover, would have been one of the most notable things in Leongand's lifetime that Setuna's fighting power had been crippling and he and I had been able to get a black spear. But he has no talent as a tactician, nor can he expect political skill. With extraordinary fighting power and glorified as a hero, he would also be a baby if surrounded by politicians.

Suitable materials.

There are things one can and cannot do. Identify, place and operate it. I know painfully how important that is.

In that sense, we come to the conclusion that no one is more important than Nares.

No one sees people better than Nares. Nares succeeded in working on Zalwarn's weakness because he had an eye for people. It began with the placement of Gordon-Fenec, who had no strength or talent as a soldier, in Nagrasia on the Zalwarn border, waving his spicy arms in various personnel. Zalwarn, the mighty country, collapsed even brittle, only because the poison named Nares wielded fierceness. If Zalwarn were a stone, he wouldn't have won as much.

Losing him is hard.

It is hard, but we cannot deny the fact that it is now imminent.

He dies.