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

Sheila and the others left Ceasel on May 21st.

When the information obtained by Esque-Soma decided to go to Sentier, the remnants of the Sydney mercenary regiment rose in total strength and were ready to head to Sentier. As a leg, four carriages were available, of which nearly fifty mercenaries gave way to two carriages. One of the two remaining carriages only carried Sheila and Setuna, the last of which seemed to be a dedicated vehicle for mercenary regiment executives such as Esk-Soma, Remil-Folkray and Dorin-Nog.

It's just a big move, and under the surveillance of Abad troops stationed at Ceasel, the carriage with the Sheilas on it is leaving Ceasel. But when I saw where Abad's army didn't say anything, there seemed to be no doubt that Esq had done some work against the army. It seems that Ceasel's army and the remnants of the mercenary regiment were a held relationship, and it was incomprehensible that Esq would do nothing more than speak up. There were also stories that Ceasel's security was good thanks in part to the fact that the mercenary regiment was giving him a glimpse. Regardless of whether it was true or not, there was no question that the Ceasel Garrison gave special attention to the Esques.

If I left Ceasel, I just should have gone east on the street. Avoid forests and hills and continue straight down the streets drawing gentle curves. On the road, you may come across a burglar, and you are not unlikely to be attacked by the Imperial Devil. The only thing that can be considered safe on the continent is the inside of a robust wall.

Besides, the myth of safety if it were inside the walls didn't mean anything in the Kruselk war. That has to be pushed to the corner of my head as an exception. The Emperor Demons of Kruselk were served by the Demon King and common sense just didn't work.

The sun went down and stopped the carriage beside the street at night. You can't even stop in the middle of the street. Midnight or not, there may be something that uses the streets. It's unlimited, but not unlikely.

The mercenaries, who were packed as much as they could pack into the carriage carriage carriage, were only then out of the carriage, breathing and savoring the openness. And they tented and cooked dinner with a behavior they were used to. Both Sheila and Setuna were asked to share the dishes made by the mercenaries and filled with hunger. The hand cooking of the mercenaries who could have gone to war was never a good idea. Perhaps it was a routine tea meal, such as doing cookouts on the battlefield. Sheila was also surprised to see Setsuna and her face for her handy goodness and taste that she didn't think she was used to being intoxicated and intoxicated.

Sheila spent the night in the carriage with Setuna. Although I didn't sleep inside, it's better than being thrown into a tent full of mercenaries, and more importantly, Setuna was supposed to be on my side in the last few days. No, now, Setuna had to be there, and so on, maybe it's more right. Sheila is lonely right now. There was no other person besides Setuna, such as a wholeheartedly trustworthy opponent in this Abad, and therefore she followed Setuna more closely than she acted as a couple. Sheila was relieved as long as she was holding onto Setuna, as long as she could feel his temperature.

Now I wonder what would have happened to Sheila if it hadn't been for Setuna.

Only one, did he try to infiltrate Abard?

(I guess I did)

Sheila wore a blanket supplied by Remil-Folk Ray deeply, as it was brought to Setuna. I'm clinging to Setuna's arm in the blanket. She recognized that she relied on him so much because her heart was weak. Weak. Weak, it was going to disappear now. I still manage to live because I have things to do.

It must stop.

I don't need to make more sacrifices for myself any more.

I've had enough.

Enough, dead.

Died too much for her. A loved one, a loved one, an elephant died. Some died for trying to exploit her power, and some tried to keep her alive by dying. In all sorts of thoughts, life and death flooded.

She was relieved that the Sydney Mercenaries had survivors. I didn't wipe it all out. In other words, there may be others who survived the Battle of the End Widge. I hear the big men were captured and executed, but some of the generals led by those big men may have survived the battle of Endwidge and escaped the hand of pursuit.

The Battle of the End Widge is not Sheila's intention.

Whatever happens to those who participated in the battle with a stone from the ground up, it's not what I found out. The Sheila faction itself, a faction formed where it had nothing to do with her thoughts, was rather stepping on them rather than drawing on them. Many of the things that marked the Sheila sect stomped that their position would improve at the dawn when she returned to the royal palace. Or I thought it was something I could flourish for. That's why I was holding Sheila.

Ambition and desire made the Sheila pie.

It had nothing to do with them trying to live to die.

But still, the hindsight of stepping on their thoughts hurts deep inside Sheila's heart. It's also because it's true that you abandoned them. I had to abandon it. Failure to do so would have plunged Abad into a state of muddy civil unrest and allowed even other countries to intervene. Because if Sheila actively leads the Sheila faction and participates in the Battle of Endwidge, there is no chance that the Sheila faction will win. Sheila has a Heart of Beast, also because for a Sheila general, Sheila is a symbol of victory. You can't lose.

And the Sheila victory should have accelerated Abard's chaos. The worsening of civil unrest creates a gap into other countries. Charles, Juwain and other countries are not the only ones. Even Gandhia could have intervened.

At that time, the defeat of the Sheilas in the Battle of Endwich was an essential element in normalizing Abad's politics, and reunification by the Sails was what was desirable for Abad.

(It's not a mistake. There's no mistake.)

Sheila was brought to life by Lernheil Lars-Taural's measures. Lernheil brought Sheila to life by dressing her real daughter Lena as Sheila. Lena was executed in Wangdu after the defeat of Endwidge. As Sheila Lewe-Abbard, she died. With the release of Sheila the Beast Princess's death, a complete end must have been thrust into the Sheila faction, which would have connected Sheila's survival with a glimmer of hope after the defeat of Endwidge.

Things went as Lernheil thought.

He destroyed the Sheila faction to keep Sheila alive. I didn't even hate giving my own life with my real daughter for that.

His thoughts are just one.

It was only about Sheila surviving and singing her life.

Sheila was able to live to this day because of those thoughts of Lernheil, Lena and Serene. Their desire to keep alive at all costs obsessed Sheila. I made him stick to raw. I was prepared to live by sipping muddy water.

(Sorry, Lernheil. I can't draw your thoughts or Lena's)

On the road to Sentier, Sheila kept apologizing to those who died for herself.

That's what I mean when I decide to be ready.

Sheila and the others arrived at Sentier on the 25th.

Sentier was calm despite refraining from public executions two days later by his uncle and his clan royal party, and he was not surrounded by a gruesome atmosphere, nor was his security tightened. Most importantly, there was a crowd at the entrance to and exit from the arena where public executions would take place, and it was so crowded that it could not be counted alongside the guards to control the crowd.

The carriage that put the line on passed in front of the noisy arena, to the lodging district, and stopped.

"I put it in without difficulty... thanks to Esq"

In a word of Setuna, a peek out the window saw Esq disembarking from the leading carriage talking to the soldiers of the Sentier Garrison.

"That's one of the best swordsmen in the Sydney Mercenaries."

"Is the Sydney Mercenary Corps that great?

"Sort of. I didn't take part in the Kruselk war, but if I did, they'd probably have taken most of Abad's military handles."

"Heh..."

"That's how strong you are."

"I know you're strong. Esq could be fleshy on my master."

Sheila lowered her window book as she listened to Setuna's ratings. Though not very popular, I should not have been alarmed. Wear a headscarf deep in your eyes. The carriage stopped, which would mean looking for an inn in this lodging district. Then I come up with my thoughts on Setuna's assessment.

It's true they call you "The Sword Devil” because it's comparable to "The Sword Devil."

"Sworddemon” to "Sworddemon”? That's two scary names. "

Setuna laughed bitterly, perhaps because both Lux and Esq were holders of the personality that deserved those two scary names. Fei Long, who was accidentally on Setuna's lap, spread his wings. I wonder what he's claiming, and he tells me without dignity.

"A man's son is a ghost, a demon... and he doesn't seem to know himself."

I guess my pride as a dragon makes me throw up such words.

Setuna rather wrapped her hands around such a ragna as to love it.

"I hear there's a dragon that was shot by that man's kid."

"And the dragon became the servant of a human child."

"Guru."

"Hide till I'm good."

"Ugh... there is no alternative to the Lord's command"

Ragna gave him a slightly shameless look and then jumped out of Setuna's hand and dived into his clothes from his neck. I don't necessarily have to dive into my clothes, but when I take the initiative and see where I'm getting into my clothes, I might like the information, inside Setuna's clothes.

After a while, the carriage door was knocked. Looking out the window, it was an escort.

"I'm staying at our ex-member's inn."

To Esq's word, Sheila and Setuna nodded.

May 25th.

Two days after the public execution.