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

"Hmm? What are you talking about? I am King Abard, Liserg Ray-Abard."

"Very similar. That's something like your majesty's shadow."

Sheila threw a chilling glance as well as appreciating the man named Reserg Ray-Abard. Once again, Reserg had no special reaction to Sheila's voice. Reserg is an ordinary man. He inherited the throne because he was born as the first prince and is just a man on the throne. That is what Reserg himself knew best, and that is why he focused on listening to his subordinate voice. I listened carefully to my subordinates' opinions and took them into account well. Such decisions were left to the subordinates to see what was necessary and what was not necessary for Abard, but there were times when he was surrounded by competent people, who failed less. In that sense, maybe I can call you Famous. I don't ask for my talents, my talents, I leave everything to competent people - that's how Reserg does it, and that's how Abard has progressed. The result may be said to have created a conflict between the Royal Palace and Sheila factions and caused civil strife, but that is now an irrelevant story.

The problem was I had something to tell Reserg, such an ordinary king, too, that I was good at.

That's Sheila's voice.

Reserg loved Sheila's voice anyway. Since childhood, it was something Sheila said she liked, liked and couldn't wait to hear, and as much as Sheila could tell where she was anywhere in the royal palace with her voice, Reserg could hear Sheila's voice. Sheila had liked her own voice since she was a kid, also because Reserg complimented her and loved her.

Such reserg couldn't have distinguished Sheila's voice, even though she kept it low.

"Shadow? What are you talking about? I 'm-"

"You can count on it. Your Majesty isn't here, is he?

Sheila asked, looking at the man with the exact same face as Reserg.

"So they say I'm Reserg!

The man, naturally, has claimed to be Reserg, but in the first place, he couldn't have made such a claim if he were in person, and Sheila shook her head as she threw a cooler gaze. It is in my eyes that the members of the Heavenly Mouth Squad are small and confused. If only a sudden intruder had appeared, there was still no reason for the intruder to be confused because the king was not king.

"Damn, then everything's ruined. How do I stop the execution?

Sheila felt desperate. I don't have half an hour left. Reserg was the only one I could count on. I put everything into just suing Lieserg directly. That ended up empty. The fact that Reserg's shadow fighters are here means the real thing should be in the Royal Palace in Bandor or hiding somewhere else.

The presence of Shadow Warriors has been known for a long time. That's what Sheila's been doing since she was a kid. I've come across a place where the two resergs are discussing it, and I've been taught by reserg himself about the presence of shadow fighters. The Shadow Warrior is a man who draws the blood of the Abad royal family. Which means Sheila and I are related. I don't know your first name. Because Sheila didn't reveal it to me. Perhaps it was something you didn't have to know.

The reason I've turned to the Shadow Warriors is that I can imagine them and I can't help but curse my own detours as to why I didn't think of them there.

Sentier is a city that can be described as a base of Sheila factions. The influence of the window clan has stained the city itself with sheila monochrome. It's too dangerous to take a trip to a city like that for the execution of Tauralian Bernard Heil. So I sent in the Shadow Man. Though the Shadow Warrior, his appearance is so similar that he wonders if he is Reserg himself until the action is taken. Perhaps even the queen who accompanied her for many years will be deceived.

So similar.

It's easy to fool people who come to see public executions. And if it does not even become clear that he is a shadow fighter, he will be known as the fact that he saw the execution of his collar uncle.

"If this happens, we'll have to head to the venue."

"Is that all you have...!

Sheila groaned as she nodded at Setuna's words. It was when I ran over to Setuna and tried to jump outdoors with him.

"Hold on, you guys...!

As Sheila turned around, Reserg's shadow fighters were standing back from their chairs and staring at this one. There is no rush to see who you are. Shadowy things, you can't give them that look. No matter how fake it is judged, I just have to say it's real. I can see that, so Sheila throws a cooler gaze.

"Tell His Majesty I say hello when you get back to Bandor. Do you still remember your voice? Holy shit."

"Voice? What are you talking about!

Sheila popped out of the reception room as Reserg's shadow raved her voice. Setsuna is waiting in the aisle. Grab and hold the hand offered. That's all, my heart, which was starting to rush, rapidly regains its composure. Such changes in my mood were all strange and bitter. The readiness that Setuna and I would never see each other again disappeared in an instant.

But it's not over yet.

Stopping public executions in the exercise of merit required a commensurate readiness.

"Voice...?

"... Father used to praise my voice. This is the voice."

"Isn't that a good voice? I like it."

"Heh... not at all"

Sheila laughed deliberately. By laughing it off, I also tried to blow the emotions that arose in me. If I don't, I'll fall in love with him.

Setsuna makes me look angry.

"What the fuck?"

"Nothing."

Sheila told him without comment, but Setsuna seemed unconvinced. But I couldn't think of any words to convince Sheila, and I wasn't going to convince her. Instead, I didn't want to steam that story back. Just a little, embarrassing.

"Let's hurry. We don't have time."

"... oh. I remember the path to the arena. Over here."

"What about the escs?

"I'll have it rammed up like that. That would be more convenient."

Setuna looked back lightly at the northern section, but quickly turned to the path. In the upstairs north section, the Esques and the Sydney Mercenaries are still raging around. And thanks to that, Sheila and the others were able to escape the northern section without difficulty and reach the eastern section.

The disturbances in the northern section are spreading throughout the second floor, and it seems that the second-floor guards are continuously moving toward the suppression of the escs.

"Poor thing."

"What, when it's all over, I'll give you a ride for that."

"It doesn't seem like it's going to solve the problem with money."

"Must be."

Perhaps Setuna laughed bitterly because she took into account the feelings of the Esques.

"Chi, dude, there's always this guy with all the cluttered fish!

Esque-Soma took a bad turn as she ran through the aisle upstairs in the arena. Fatigue is beginning to appear. Naturally. We've been fighting for a while now. The Sydney Mercenaries are not a bunch of supermen. He's a battle group full of fierce men, but he started escorting deputies for the regiment chief, and they're all just regular people. Health has limits, and the more you fight, the closer you get to the limit value.

The battle started with only ten men had already passed about thirty minutes. Thirty minutes. They're moving around pretty hard, almost without a break. It was only natural for me to get tired, and as long as I keep fighting like this, I'll do my best. We have to change the way we fight.

But to change tactics, there wasn't enough power.

The original strength was ten. That is now down to six. Dozens of enemies. In time, about half of them should have silenced him, but the number of enemies was only increasing for that shot down. Apparently, they even hit us with a force other than the northern section. Moreover, as far as the enemy's movements are concerned, they are trying to besiege the Esques. Most of all, it's not so much a problem where it's besieged. You don't have to deal with the majority at the same time. As long as you're taking the tactic of luring them into a narrow passage, you don't mind ignoring the numerical disadvantage. The problem is that its numerical disadvantage is becoming impossible to ignore.

Esq was running through the aisle to make time to figure out how to break this situation. I try to take my men and bring out my enemies, but it doesn't work inside. The guards were on guard. I'm beginning to see that if I jump into the detour, it's this pot I think.

That was the time. It's a big shadow out of the shadow in the front aisle. It popped up.

"If you struggle with a grocery fish opponent, we won't talk about it, will we?

"Oh, Dawlin, where did you get out of the boil?"

Esq skipped his anger as he stopped his fist in the air, which was endangered and instinctively about to hit him. The big shadow that popped up in front of me was Dorin-Nog. He was wrapping up his Beast Warriors uniform, where he procured it from. I guess I borrowed it from a Beast Warrior soldier downstairs.

Doreen comes stroking her red beard.

"You've met the Diablos."

"To Neewe's husbands?!? Where!?

Esq raised his voice, sometimes completely different from what Dawlin's response had imagined. Then make sure Doreen's got his men. More than twenty people. None of his men seem to be missing so far. Doreen kept Niewe's orders and didn't do it unscrupulously.

Anyway, I wondered where I ran into the Neewes. Neewe and Sheila should have made their way to the reception room on this floor.

"I was ordered to go upstairs for rescue."

Those were Remills who had been running from a different direction than Dorin. She was wearing Heavenly Wings team clothes and had taken twenty less men with her.

"Remill!

Remill is a bastard, isn't he?

"Remill is a girl!

"In the year of being a girl..."

Dorin has been whispering, but there was no way Remill, who had a good ear, could have missed it. When she glanced at her, she came a long way to Doreen.

"Are you talking about age?

"Hey, hey, nobody said a word about that..."

"You said it! You dolin 'bastard!

"Mr. Doreen, can we talk about this later?"

"Ha ha, now in that case..."

"So, later, so on."

Remill's chilling words became an effective chase against the twitchy Dorin. Remill and Doreen have been incompatible for a long time, but I can still say that this would be better. We've spent a lot of time together, shoulder to shoulder, from the defeat of Endwidge. Let's get along.

"Mind your own business, you dorin 'bastard. So, what about the husbands?

"We're headed to the venue."

Remill's response is complete and clear. It's really easy to understand, but sometimes that's all I don't know.

"What do you mean?

"It seems that the only way to stop the execution was to board the venue."

And it was Doreen who explained it to me. He is alert to the enemies around him, stroking his beard as usual. Nothing to be alarmed about, I'm already surrounded by enemies, but Esq never moved. I was able to rendezvous with my trusted men. I didn't have to run around anymore. Or so I'm not even going to strike out.

"Shadow warrior... I see, he's been duped"

"Embedded?

"A plot to bring out anti-royal forces like us."

"For that matter, the execution of Uncle Larnheil?

"You mean you used execution. If you're just going to execute me, you can do it in Wangdu. In the royal palace."

Lehnheil Lars-Taural, as his name suggests, is a collar uncle. He was the ruler of the Taural region and was at the fortress of Taural and a key to the defense of northeastern Abad. Contribution to Abard remarkable, so much so that it is said that no one would be as loyal to the country and as powerful as he is. It is also popular nationally, and there are not many in the royal palace that he is the true loyalist.

Even now that he was certified as the chief of the Sheila sect, the assessment itself never covered it. Everyone spared him, saying that what makes his plea for life in the Abard aristocracy was endless.

So many people.

If it is to be executed, it is normal to do so within the royal palace.

It is not usually conceivable, such as exposing the execution to the public. It was nothing but a show, and that I know the depth of the Royal Palace's hatred of Sheila. And there, I guess, was also a desire to eradicate the Sheila sect.

Abad broke into two pieces because of the creation of a sheila faction.

If only the Sheilas hadn't been born, Abard wouldn't have been confused. There couldn't have been civil unrest, there couldn't have been an end-widge battle, etc. Numerous generals were not killed or sentenced to death.

It is only natural that the royal palace, wishing for stability in the country, should hate the Sheilas.

"I just thought using Sentier's Arena was for show... apparently it's a true purpose to blur out the Sheila remnants rather than show off"

That said, Esq didn't even believe his words. Is that really true? Doubt passes. Is it really just to blur out anti-royal forces, starting with the Sheila remnants? Of course, I'm not suspicious because it's a big deal. Something catches on.

Is it something that goes so far to annihilate something that no longer leaves any shadows or shapes, such as the Sheilas?

"What are you gonna do?

"Ah?"

Esq, looking into Dorin's eyes, distorted the edge of his mouth.

"You've decided to head to the venue. Break it down, everything."

When Esq told him, Doreen did it again. He, too, is desperate to do something about this ridiculous state of affairs. So I gathered the remnants of the mercenary regiment together with Esq. You never would have thought you'd get into this, but maybe it's more than you drank me as a mercenary scumbag.

In any case, there is no future, but this one can take many other things on the road.

Esq, in thin bright despair, thought that.