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

Lesson One Thousand Sixteen Final Classes (Previous)

(It's time for the battle to start)

Nares-Ragnahorn snapped in his chest, staring at the stone ceiling.

I didn't hate to speak to myself, nor did I speak less as a word when summing up my thoughts. I used to speak to myself, especially when I was putting together tactics at the headquarters of the General Staff, and the members of the General Staff creeped me out. At midnight, if you hear bumps and talk from the back room, no wonder it's creepy. Rumors of ghosts nesting in the headquarters of the General Staff seem to have made a scene at Gandion for a time.

Most importantly, since the ghost's identity was found to be Nares, it has ceased to exist.

Remembering that, he laughed at the silliness. No, I tried to laugh, but sometimes my facial muscles didn't move at all, and I couldn't laugh. I can't even make an expression anymore. I guess I can't even cry about this. I no longer have to cry or perform the act of crying, but I couldn't help but wonder about that.

Time for life is about to end.

Moments of death are approaching at the same speed or much faster than the moment and the sound the second hand of the clock engraves.

Everything was sudden.

From the time I was in the Dragon House - yes, from the time I gave him a vacation from King Leongand, while I was staying in the Dragon House, I remember that my body grew stronger all over me and that was how light my body was as if my feathers had grown. Long time, no. Were you happy with your first long vacation? Or did my life give me my last hour?

Probably the latter.

Flames, he said, burn intensely at the moment of burnout.

The flame of life may also have burned up violently for the last moment.

I'm burning up and burning up, and I'm about to run out.

It was impossible for Nares to stop the changes in her body, which began to lose weight and fade rapidly. Even Gandhia's proud diagnosis of military physician Maria-Skole seemed to have an unknown cause and the fact that it could no longer be applied by hand. At the very least, they went on to nourish me, but it means I'm even suspicious if I'm going to get rested.

Maria's arm deserves credit, and I don't doubt anything. She is a military doctor among the military doctors who has seen hundreds, thousands of patients, wounded soldiers so far. There is no mistake in what she says. So he has eaten and nourished as she can tell. But what was in his mouth and what was stuffed in his stomach, a few minutes later it became a diarrhea and polluted his clothes.

Apparently my stomach won't accept it.

Is it because your body is weak, or is the poison waving ferocity?

Maybe it's both of them, maybe it's something else.

Either way, one of the causes of losing weight is there. You can't eat it, so you can't have meat on you. It's just going to be lost.

(Similar to this life…)

It just spills out of my hand. And anything that spills out of this hand can never be picked up again. I know that, so he couldn't do it and came this far.

I don't have time.

How effectively can I use the only time I have left?

He was just thinking about it.

He did what he could do while he was alive, but he also has what he can do after he dies.

Death from Mizu must also be exploited.

He's here for that.

He left the Dragon House and took command of the Ceasel offensive. Enough fighting power. I didn't even have to use difficult tactics. Hitting a powerful unit was enough. As Nahless assumed, Ceasel fell easily. No, I should say it fell a lot faster than I assumed. Ruufa Zenon-Bargazar showed me more work than I could ever imagine. It goes without saying that his activity was instrumental in Ceasel's early control.

It is also significant that Caesar fell briefly when Abad troops in Bandor, the king's capital, did not send reinforcements to Caesar. Charlum's taural invasion became a drag on Bandor. He made the decision that he should focus more on the defense of the King's capital than on sending reinforcements to Cesar by dividing only a few of Bandor's forces. As a result, Ceasel was Gandia's, and Taural fell into Charlum's hands.

If you try Abard, what happens within your assumptions, but it doesn't make a difference that it's a big pain in the ass. If, for example, even half of the total of four thousand forces in the Wang capital were directed at Ceasel, the situation might have changed. If you tell Setuna, the Knights of Benoagard have terrible power. Nares, the Gandhian army could have forced a struggle, too.

But Abard didn't.

I feared that the king would be weak.

It is unlikely that Charlum, who attacked Taural, will attack Bandor with the excess of Taural control. Conversely, if we turn our reinforcements to Taural, it is now possible that the Gandhian army will immediately push us to the King's Capital after Ceasel's reign. After thinking about it, Abard decided to abandon Ceasel and Taural.

The result is the status quo.

Nares closed his eyes as he lay down on the sleeping table. Although there was a fear that if you closed your eyes, your eyelids would not open permanently as they were, keeping your eyes open would not change your vision to darkness, nor would it matter more than you do not know when death will come. When he lowered his lid and admitted that his vision would be closed to darkness, he drew a battlefield behind his brain. The information accumulated so far brings to life the landscape near Wangdu Bandor.

From Ceasel to the northeast, on a small high hill south of Wang capital Bandor, will be the headquarters of the Gandhian army. If Ayn-Rajar entrusted the military master, that's what he should do. Highs are better than flats. Because you can look out over the battlefield and it makes it harder to attack the main force.

(Earlier, Dorka Army and Lion's Tail?)

The Fourth Regiment of the Logner Side Army, led by Dorka-Form, has joined this invasion of Abad on the recommendation of Ayn-Rajar. Ein really wants him to raise his hand. I don't even know what he thinks. Ain't looking to the future.

The only thing that doesn't bother the Dorka army is that Ein would know a hundred. That's why you should wear "The Lion's Tail". Setuna, the general general, may be joining him there, and with Setuna there, Sheila may be ahead of the line. In other words, you can assume that the main army has a military mentor, Ein, and his men, Eula-Lebien, the head of the army's army regiment on the Zalwarn side.

Regardless, the first line is the Dolphin army, not least because they want to give the Dolphins a handle. There is no way that a military teacher could be flushed into personal affection, and naturally it would be a placement after considering the power. The Logner soldiers are strong. At the very least, it may be seen as stronger than the Zalwarne soldiers, and it was none other than the Dorca army that could be entrusted with the lead. With the addition of "The Lion's Tail" there, there are no enemies, etc., but it is this battle that is not going to happen.

(Well...)

Nares-Ragnahorn, think.

The final time - use the time that the remnants of your life will extinguish, think.

What tactics does Ayn-Rajar use to hit with the Knights of Benoagard?

The enemy is not just the Knights of Benoagard.

I'm discussing that with him.

"The warrior in the Bandor attack is at your disposal"

What Nares told us was after he took control of Cesar and also joined the Setunas. June 21. Sometimes just before I went out of Ceasel, it was when Ceasel itself was bulky. Naturally, he looked like water in his sleeping ear.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to be a Gundia warrior in the future? Then it's not a bad idea to gain experience as a military teacher. No, did you already go through many battlefields as a tactician"

Nares laughed bitterly because he remembered that Ain has been through numerous battlefields so far and has contributed to Gandia's victory. Such matters have prompted Nares to bring Ayn into the General Staff. The same goes for the Allegrian-Scenes. Likewise, it was the use of brilliant tactics to contribute to Gandhia's victory that led him to pull them out, especially at the time of the establishment of the General Staff.

A successor may have been found.

I couldn't be happier for Nares, who got the poison that led to death.

And the idea that a successor might have been found was not a mistake. At least, my days at the General Staff gave him a sense of fulfilment. The presence of two successors erased my fears from Nares.

I'm not afraid to die.

It's much scarier that I die to the detriment of Gandia.

The fact that a successor has been found means that it will not be detrimental by his own death. Rather, it is more likely to bring benefits.

You two are young.

With experience, I might blossom as a teacher more than a nares. No, you must. The certainty gave him peace.

Perhaps it is because of that that I stopped fighting death.

"Director... suddenly, what's wrong?

"As you can see."

Nares tried to point to his own body. Ein doesn't hide the look on his face when he sees something painful. He has no cowardice and a sinking face. He's a sweet boy with a heart. I will be seventeen this year. Still young; only less than half the age than the nurse, physical and mental wellbeing itself.

He has a future.

There is a glowing future.

Envy.

"It seems to me that I no longer have enough strength to travel from here. Standing on the battlefield, etc., very, very"

When Nares laughed bitterly, Ein now looked like he was going to cry. I thought the only time he gave that look was in front of Setuna or Astal-Lanadies, but apparently not. Nares looked into his eyes, grinning bitterly in his chest. Clear eyes. He had such beautiful eyes that it was a waste to be a military teacher.

"Director..."

"You got it, right? Ain-Rajar should set up tactics regarding the Bandor strategy. You can think of this as my last class."

"Is the last class…"

"Yes."

When Nares nodded flatly, Ain's eyes shook. He's an emotional boy. And kind-hearted. Large tears were spilling. If my body was to move freely, I wanted to wipe those tears, but apparently I couldn't even do that.

"This body will be like ten days. No, I doubt I'll even have ten days. Dr. Maria said that as long as she was at rest and taking nutrition, it wasn't impossible to turn it into a king's capital, but because her body doesn't accept nutrition... there's nothing I can do about it. So this is the final class."

Nares thought of his future as he stared at Ein. I'm sure he'll be a good military teacher. Along with Allegria, he should reign as Gandia's brainchild. Then, the two experiences accumulate, leading to the next generation, and the next generation to the next generation.

With continuous cotton.

That's how history spins and times go on.

Nares just opened that first door.

The first door to Gandia's history, which will last forever.

"I wanted to give Mr. Allegria a class too, but I leave it to her on the Wang Capital side, and that's the last class, so give me a break"

Nares remembered the seemingly unfortunate face of Allegria-Scene as he set off from the Dragon House to the Wang Capital. Allegria was also the owner of a kind-hearted heart, just like Ein. She was so pure and serene a woman that it was a waste of time to push the vicious role of a military teacher or something.

What she regretted was her breakup with Nares.

She knew.

At that time, if you leave the Dragon House, you will never see Nahless alive again.

Understood, and that's why she spared her goodbyes.

At all costs, he went to the king's capital to keep the words of Nahless.

Ein and Allegria.

A completely different person in terms of gender, age and personality, but it was the same in terms of kindness of heart.

Perhaps only one thing in common is our ability to become military teachers.

Second, I thought of that.