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

The sun is about to set.

Today, May 10. Five days have elapsed since Setuna's birthday. Those five days, there was nothing in particular. I was just enjoying a long vacation. He didn't have to act like Captain Lion's Tail without being chased for time by his work as the consul of the Dragon House. I was able to get away from the military and have a leisurely and comfortable day.

It was also in the meantime that the Black Beast Squad led by Sheila was officially inaugurated as a unit under Setuna. Exactly, the issuance of team clothes and team chapters was still pending, but it was more important to officially launch them than those appendages. Now the Sheilas will be able to live by waving the big hand as Setuna's subordinate. There was nothing wrong with that. They were happy again.

Setsuna was thinking about that as she left the hall in the center of the first floor of the Tae Spirit Palace and ran through the circular passage. Was what I did to her right, or not? Wasn't it in vain that you reached out to her? Rather, it would have been better for her not to do anything. All those thoughts go through the back of my brain.

If we hadn't welcomed her as a subordinate and captain of the Black Beast, would she have been able to return to Abad soon enough?

(Isn't that...)

Sheila had to abandon her royal name. That's not because I was under Setuna's command. Since she decided to flee Abard, she was prepared that her name had to be abandoned, and she had actually abandoned it. As Sheila, she lived hiding in the Dragon House. That means she was disqualified from being involved in Abard's internal affairs.

No, in the first place, there's no way she can do anything more where she returns to Abard than Sheila as a princess was executed. What authority does the princess who should have died have?

As various thoughts brought his head, Setuna acknowledged his long gray hair to the edge of his vision. There are no gray-haired women in Heavenly Wheel Palace. It's Sheila.

Sheila was outside the Tae Temple. Outside the Thai Spiritual Palace, that is, out in the courtyard of the Heavenly Wheel Palace, he looked up to the sky. The setting sunset cannot be seen from the wide skies of the courtyard. Because the high halls and passageways of Heavenly Wheel Palace have limited the visibility of the sky. Still, I know it's evening.

The sky was seeping red.

Sheila was standing alone under the sunset sky. One of the four courtyards in Heavenly Wheel Palace. Stone statues and stone craftsmanship disturb the space with some lonely chillness. I don't know why she chose this courtyard. You might just say that this is where you happened to jump in, or maybe this chill was a good idea to think about.

She had her back on this one, but I guess she guessed with signs and sounds that Setuna had come out into the courtyard. Sheila opened her mouth as she gazed at the stone statue.

"... why not"

Setuna, while approaching Sheila, was listening to her voice. Take care not to get too close while keeping the distance close. If we get too close, wouldn't we buy her disgust? I think about that.

"How did this happen? What the hell did I do?"

Sheila's monologue approaches her chest.

"I've lived for Abard, just for that. For the country, for the people, for the royal family - that's all I've lived for. And yet, why? Why do you have to look at me like this?

So she looked up to heaven, but after a while, she shook her head. Mock yourself, laugh.

"You're not."

And Sheila looked back at this one. Under the sunset, her gray hair seemed to be burning red. The eyes, hidden in the shadows, do not see well.

"I don't care about me. I don't know. I don't know, I'm not trying to impress the tragic princess. I've already abandoned my country. I only saw Abard. Live, just as Sheila. Because that's the only way to reward Lena and Sense and their deaths."

Everyone died hoping that Sheila would only survive. She says that. If what died for Sheila had wanted Abard's transformation, she would have put all her efforts into it. but what she actually entrusted me with is a desire to stay alive. Everyone went to battle and scattered, wishing Sheila well. Or he was executed. Sheila can't be unbitter. I would have even felt despair. Still, you have to live. Living is what we all want. So she behaves in a temperament. Laughing furiously and raving wildly.

'Cause if you don't, you can't do it'

Miryu's words probably passed the back of his brain because Setsuna felt something like that for Sheila. She did not look painful or weak until today, since she became a subordinate of Setuna. If I didn't say it was hard, I wouldn't have shown any weakness. I guess I was always careful. Because if you don't, it'll break soon enough.

Because if you don't, you can't do it.

"But. I can't stand this any longer. I can't do this anymore."

Sheila is approaching. The footsteps stepping on the cobblestone are intense.

"I'm sick of someone dying for me"

I guess that's what she meant.

Several humans are dead just to keep one of her alive. And all the people close to Sheila died. If that was a war against an enemy country or a battle against the Imperial Devil, I might still have been convinced. Maybe I could have drunk it. But the truth is, he died fighting his own government forces, and was executed by the will of the government.

Of course, she's a princess. I am a born royal and deserve to have someone die for me, etc. That's what you're supposed to be educated about, and you don't have to bother your head and suffer your heart with that originally. Sheila, however, could not be outweighed by the fact that someone close to her had died just for herself.

I guess that's why I've been out of my misery, my thoughts.

"I don't like it anymore."

She stopped her leg. Right in front of Setuna. I could see the look on your face. Traces of distress appeared in an exhausted look. It was hard on Setuna just to see that face. She looks good with a sunny grin. The expression of agony seemed more painful.

"What do you want to do?

When asked, she opened her mouth with a little thought.

"... to begin with, this is my personal will. Nobody else has anything to do with it."

"Oh, I know"

When Setuna nodded, Sheila looked a little relieved. I'll be right back with a tough look.

"I want to help Larnheil. If that's not possible, I'd at least like to save Larnheil's family. Whatever Lernheil is, executing even that clan party is too much of anything. Don't you?"

"Oh. I think so, too"

Of course, killing all the clan royalists in order not to leave the roots behind is not incomprehensible. But it was also true that it was hard to imagine that the Lernheil clan party would be disastrous for Abard's future. If, after executing Larnheil, he relieves Uncle Taural of his duties, will the Taural Uncle lose his power from that moment on and cease to be even a source of evil? But the Abad government didn't seem to think so.

Show it to me, maybe some of it.

"But how are you going to help?

"Sue me directly."

"To whom?

Though I heard that, if you were to sue directly and thereby move the country, only about one person would think of it.

She opened her mouth so hard to say.

"Father... to His Majesty Reserg"

Sire Reserg means Reserg Ray-Abard. As its name implies, it is the king of Abad and the father of her fruit. If we can indeed move the king, we may be able to handle the killing of all the clan royalists in the Neighborhood. In the first place, Abard's civil unrest may be one of the causes of Sheila's failure to meet Reserg. If Sheila had met Reserg and discussed it in person, it would have been unlikely.

Nevertheless.

"So, you really think you can handle this?

"Oh, I'm sure"

Sheila nodded forcefully.

Maybe I'm certain of something.