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

"Deputy Director of Augusto"

Once again, he called his opponent's name after the other man sat in a chair placed beside his bedroom and plenty of time had passed. in a room filled only with the tones engraved by the second hand of the clock. The silence remained silent, so silent that even the illusion of falling into a deeper realm could be remembered.

If Nurless and Augusto got it together, it always did.

Nares is one of the imaginary worlds, and Augusto is always the kind of person who thinks. And Augusto has a hard time thinking too much.

"What is it?

His attitude is respectful. From the standpoint, Nahless is more obvious, naturally, but what a sight to be treated politely by the San Sian people. The Ragnahorn family is such a family character that they can hardly even set foot in the royal palace.

Nares opened his mouth, staring at Augusto's brilliant face.

"I have something to tell you."

"To me, is it?

"It's very important. You're the only one I can ask."

"Only to me..."

He quietly rebelled against Nares' words. I guess it was an unexpected word. His expression had rarely given rise to surprises. Surprise ripples and spreads, causing tension to run across his body.

Staring at him like that, I state what I was thinking.

"I will now return to the Dragon House."

"Without seeing the battle, is it?

Augusto's questions were the best, but he didn't answer them. Communicate your plans for the future.

"After returning to the Dragon House and spending a few days with my wife, I shall head to Enjour. It's what Dr. Maria told me too. They say it's best to cure it in the hot springs of Enjour."

"I know that's..."

Augusto went as convinced, but the words of Maria-Skole, to which Nares went, were lies. Maria's assessment is that she can only rest in peace where she has been immersed in a hot spring. By then, Nahless's medical condition was serious. It was serious enough for Maria to reprimand him and Maria was furious with Nares for not listening.

I guess the more Maria tries, the more impotent Nares is, the faster it gets.

Either way, we don't have time.

I just have to force it.

I can't, where death has accelerated, it's much better than just keeping waiting for death. There was no way to convey orders only from the hospital bed, but Ceasel is far from the Dragon House. The mere exchange of orders takes a lot of time. I didn't want to take the time about Abard.

Even though, I'm wasting my time.

I couldn't stand wasting any more time. So he led the army from scratch. He led the army and dropped Ceasel. That's it, I did my best. The rest was so powerless that I didn't have to leave it to Ayn. My life is about to burn out.

"To Your Majesty I will send you a letter. The military teacher stays in Enjour until his body is healed. Enjour is Setuna-like territory. Just right to hide and cure."

Nares explains, Augusto has seen this one with those cool eyes. The agitation that was creating in my eyes turns me to be ready.

"... I see"

He understood.

I understood what Nares was thinking, and I made a point.

So, Nares tells you.

"On the road, I will die"

I don't know if that will be on the road to Dragon House or to Enjour. Probably the former. It's hard to get to Dragon House and spend days with Merrill. It's something I can't help but give up. Besides, we spent plenty of time together. That's plenty enough to give up the people around you.

Happy days.

Because of that, knowing that reunion with her won't come true, maybe she won't despair.

"Secret death."

As Nares told him, Augusto, laid his eyes down. Whispers. Even if there was one outside, it would never be something you could hear. I didn't bother to suppress my voice, but I could no longer speak that much.

"You keep my death secret and live. It will be a good restraint for what is troublesome to me."

For example, for those who are now waiting for the death of Nahles-Ragnahorn, we cannot move on to action until the death of Nahles can be confirmed. Until the information that the time of death is approaching, we cannot hide it. I couldn't hide what Nares looked like on this road to Ceasel. It is not necessarily that there is no man in the army of the Logner side, or the army of the Zalwarn side, on whom the breath of his people was breathed. No, even if you weren't, the information is leaky.

It is only logical that if we know the information that Nahless is rapidly falling apart, we will find something that wonders if the time of death is approaching.

Death is inevitable.

There are no extensions.

You won't be able to use the way Setuna gave Rem his tentative first life, other than the resuscitation pills Zalwarn threw during the war.

Orian-Lebaen stamped resuscitation drugs do deceive death and cause life activities to resume, but they greatly diminish the ability to think and fruit with creatures in states that do not know if they can even be considered alive. The ability to think is what makes no sense when a good military teacher comes back from losing his ability to think. Zalwarn's use of throwing at soldiers on the front line is the right one. Soldiers dosed with resuscitation pills said they got up many times until their necks left their torso and just kept fighting.

Who would be glad to see Nahless become such a creature?

I searched and made him look for something else, but in the end, I couldn't find a way to get rid of his poison, or to soften it. And time passed, and the poison eroded Nares' body.

Death is in front of us.

"Of course, I won't hold such a secret for long... but it should take some time for my death to be revealed. We need to be armed by then and create a full range of situations. Please tell Manager Ayn and Manager Allegria that we can handle all situations."

"Ha-"

Augusto asked Nares to salute him. The gandia-style salute seemed to be gradually becoming more akin to the Augusto of the San Sian family, though it was not. It means he's adapting to the Gandhian army. Most importantly, he understands very well that he cannot expect Augusto to work in battle, and that he is also a tactician.

When he stopped saluting, he opened his mouth.

"Director Nares...... No, Dear Nares"

"Changed, what's wrong?

"I must apologize to you."

That statement by Augusto was unexpected for just as many nurses.

"Ha...?

"When I heard that you had quarreled with His Majesty, I despised you with all my heart."

Oh, my God, I don't know, he thought.

At that time, he wasn't the only one who despised Nares. The more I trusted and trusted Nahless, the more I should have felt betrayed, and would have condemned Nahless for his actions. Most of all, it was not necessarily just the criticism of Nares that there was the national context at the time. The prince's reputation also gave rise to sympathy for Nares.

"It is Master Leongando, who was slandered as" lying "and blamed by the people, but because he is such a Leongando, Master Nares had to be on his side. At that time, I knew nothing more than an outsider. It's stupid."

"It's not stupid. Rather, it made sense that the quarrel between me and His Majesty was passed down as an indisputable fact."

Nares smiled and told.

I needed to make Leongando known as "lying around”. Yingjie and the sung king are in the hospital bed, and if the prince who succeeds becomes an indefensible fool, Gandia destroys herself without time. It was crucial to make neighbouring countries aware of that. Otherwise, Gandia could not stand the onslaught from the neighbouring countries and could have perished.

"At that time, it was best to oh. It's also true that a lot of talent has spilled out of the country as a result, as well as a lot of what has been lost"

Especially when it's time.

The loss of time of twenty years laid a prolonged stagnation on Gandia. It may be ironic what fate is because it is now Gisele Court, which is being turned to the eye of suspicion by Leongand and the Nahles who supported that period of stagnation.

Twenty years.

Gisele Court continues to support Gandia.

It is painful to point suspicion at such a person. But doubting Gisele Court was inevitable given his actions. If you look at Gisele Court here, Gandhia could make a big mistake. So keep an eye on Gisele Court's behavior and stay alert.

Anyway.

Nares looks into Augusto's eyes.

Cool eyes.

Perhaps I can say that the owner of a famous house deserves it. The attraction is there that everyone will be seen by accident.

"… yet you, not hating to bear the stigma of a traitor, have left the country for many years and have not hesitated to place yourself among the enemy nations, have not forgotten your allegiance to the country and have been fought through. We have heard that the long battle with Zalwarn ended with Gandhia's victory, all because Master Nares has been crafted for a long time."

"The only reason we won the Zalwarn War was because Gandhia was able to prepare that much."

Nares told her honestly what she was thinking. In fact, Zalwarn couldn't be doomed by the work of Nahless alone. Zalwarn was nothing but a formidable enemy to Gandia at the time. There were nearly twice as many warriors as there were armed summoners, and they even had pseudo-summoning magic trumpets. Gandhia was lucky to win.

Most importantly, at that time, Gandia's decision to invade Zalwarn also revealed Nares' workmanship, and it was significant that he was detained. If Nares' craftsmanship was not exposed (though that would not have been possible) and he could have kept it that way, then Nares might not have been able to make Zalwarn even more round-naked and bring a complete victory to Gandia.

"But it's also true that Master Nares is powdering himself for Gandhia, shattering his bones, and pouring his heart out, isn't it?

I don't deny it.

I don't deny it, but I didn't say anything. Thoughts contour and cure from the moment they are made into words. At the same time that there are things that you don't communicate if you don't put them into words, there are some things that you won't be able to communicate the moment you put them into words. You can keep your thoughts in your chest as you wish, and you can keep them, and you can die.

Not for anyone, I think so.

"You are trying to exploit even your own death for Gandhia"

Augusto is just looking at this one. I'm pouring in a quiet, serious, honest obsession. I wanted to apologize for being wrong about a human being named him, but it was a little hard to put into words. I was insulting the eldest son of the Sancian family, etc., though.

And thinking about his words seemed more important.

(Even my own death...)

Nares spun the words he uttered in his chest and took them for granted.

The name Nares-Ragnahorn became too heavy. It is widely recognised that the military teacher Nares-Ragnahorn is a necessity of Gandhia, and there is a pretence that Gandhian military personnel, not only nationals, but even humans from neighbouring countries, consider it that way.

As long as Nares is around, Gandhia is a stone.

You shouldn't be getting your hands on Gandhia with Nares. You will eat a painful counterattack.

You shouldn't piss off Nares.

Nothing is more horrible than a nurse.

The presence of military teachers in one country has also become an influence on trends in neighbouring countries. That's what was involved in repeated victories made it so. I have no choice. That's what maximizing your role as a military teacher means.

And I've used all sorts of things for that. Every situation, every event, every relationship. I intend to use everything I can. Myself, others, my lord, my men, my people, my soldiers, my demons, everything.

As a result, the name Nares grew larger and heavier.

The equilibrium preserved by the presence of Nahles-Ragnahorn may collapse by the death of Nahles-Ragnahorn.

For Nares, who is aware of his death as just a phenomenon, it is not the extinction of the self or anything else that is horrible, it may happen by the extinction of the self, that sort of thing. The equilibrium surrounding Gandhia collapsed and he feared that the ripples would swallow Gandhia.

Nothing will happen at the moment of death. Communication of information takes time, and it is not immediately possible to ascertain the authenticity of the information. It definitely opens up some intervals. Nevertheless, I have never gone beyond caution.

Anyway, the enemy may be on the inside.

If there is ever a movement in the eyes of the Nahles, it is clear that it is after the death of the Nahles.

So he won't die.

I die, but I don't.

Even after you die, you have to decide that you're alive.

I've used everything so far. I used one trust, one emotion, one affection. I put in place measures to plainly dispose of the lives of others and transferred them to execution. It was the soldier who died, not him. He was always in a state of sight from height and behaved in the wind where he blew, such as the success or failure of tactics. That's the role of the military master.

There's no such thing as using your life.

No, rather, I even don't think that something that isn't even available for my own death should name a military teacher.

"You call someone like you a patriot."

"It's... it's a buyout."

Nares looked away, remembering a little bit of illumination in Augusto's sincere nagging. Surprised that I still had such feelings for myself, I couldn't even look him straight in the eye, and had a little trouble.

"I do not love Gandia as much as you think. I am not as loyal to Your Majesty as you think. I'm not as human as you think I am"

Nares looked at the ceiling, soliciting words of denial. Vision, as always, is dark. The light of the magic light is weak. Maybe the Demon Crystal Stone used for the Demon Crystal lamp is coming to life. Just like this life.

For example, I would like it to shine a little stronger, he thought, but if you think about yourself, it could have been a consultation you can't do. Nahless's life hasn't even burned up violently, just because he's nearing its end.

It's just burning out.

"I am, I am"

I tell you, looking out for the demonic crystal lamp decorated on the ceiling.

"Nobody anywhere, just me. Just a human being named Nares-Ragnahorn. It has done its duty because just a human being has been blessed, found and reused with the gift of a military teacher. That's just it. I don't deny it if it's patriotism or loyalty, but I don't think so."

I'm the only one.

Always, I think.

Unlike others.

It's a decidedly different creature, and we can't understand each other.

Even the one I love, I can't help but feel something isolated. I miss that a little bit and sometimes think it makes sense.

And it's in reason that I am.

"I was just... yes... just trying to shape my work"

"Works…"

"Yes, works"

Nares nodded quietly.

Deeper, quieter voice than a second hand marking time, spinning words. I don't have the strength to scream, either.

"This country called Gandhia is my first and last work. I just took over what someone was starting to make, but still, I've been putting my heart and soul into this work"

I should have been able to get closer to completing the work in a way that only I could and no one could imitate. Of course, Nares is not the power of one. Various tools were used to make the work. There was a main tool called Leongando, and a secondary tool called Setuna. Other than that, a wide variety of tools were used to colour the work.

"If I hadn't even been eroded by the poison, I would have been able to bring the work a little closer to completion...... apparently, it's over"

Nares glanced back at Augusto. The owner of the old famous house looked at this one without changing anything from what he had done earlier.

"And then... well, let's entrust Ein and Allegria. If you two do, you're gonna make it."

"I will be your support."

"Thank you, Augusto. I am happy to know you at the end of the day"

"I, too, have been able to touch the heart of Master Nares with an unwanted joy"

To Augusto's overwhelming reaction, he laughed, heh. When I laughed, I coughed and my throat hurt. It's not just the throat. Various parts of his whole body screamed.

"Get a carriage, please. To the Dragon Palace..."

That's all Nares said, his eyes closed.

Tiredness brought me to sleep unconsciously.