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

"Well, you've come back safe. Sheila. My dear Sheila. My, Sheila."

Sellis Rae-Abard's voice was so gentle, serene and elegant to Setuna's ears as well. Very, it wasn't the voice or anything of a person who wanted Sheila dead, and it was enough to make me wonder if the Knights lied to kill Sheila. Not so long ago, Celis' expression and voice are gentle and full of mercy. Sheila would stare at her beloved daughter, and there seemed to be no falsehood there.

So, I guess.

"is, Mother..."

Sheila ran over to Selis. Unfabricated, unprotected. But that's something I can't help. The other person, who I thought would be rejected, is trying to accept me in the whole spirit. I don't know if she threw it all at me, but she tried to believe that thought.

Setuna, however, did not miss the intention of killing in the eyes of Celis, who held Sheila in her arms. The hand I was doing behind my back moved. Silver light sparkles.

"Why, are you alive?

……

"Sheila!"

Setuna screamed, but from his standing there was nothing he could do. There was nothing I could do, and I had to see it through. I had no choice but to watch for the moment when a short knife pierced Sheila's flank was bounced against an invisible wall and scattered with sparks. It was a gap in armor, flanking, that Sellis poked a short knife into. Without the wall, it would have been fatal.

Celis looked stunned.

"Why...?

"Huh?

Sheila couldn't help but be stunned.

Expectations were betrayed in an instant. Celis tried to kill Sheila. To kill, I asked Sheila to stay alert. Acting to induce alarm. But none of the words Celis uttered to Sheila should have seemed genuine. Because there was no lie anywhere, and I couldn't feel it in my act. But it's also true that Celis is willing to kill Sheila.

Sellis, not convinced that the short knife had been played, stuck it in the same spot twice or three times and eventually, as if exhausted, collapsed on the spot. And I look up to Sheila.

"Why won't you die? Why won't you die? Why, why!?

"Mother..."

(Good...)

Setuna was relieved to see Ragna exhale in relief over Sheila's shoulder. Apparently, Ragna's magic has managed to suffice. In times of need, there is nothing we can do about Setuna, which is a little further away. So Setuna left Sheila to him. Sheila, I thought you'd do something to protect yourself. And Ragna worked just as Setuna thought. Without Ragna, Sheila must have been seriously injured.

"Why!"

Sellis shook up his short-knife again, along with a sad scream. but the short knife was pierced in the palm of his hand, before being bounced against the magic wall protecting Sheila. piercing, breaking through. Blood flowed and fell. Large, old palms, just like that, grab Celis' hand.

"Father?"

Sheila saw someone who had reached out from behind Sellis, as incredible. She's right, Reserg stopped Sellis. Whether the anguish engraved on the expression is caused by a blade piercing the palm, or by a different kind of pain, I don't know. Probably both. My wife is trying to kill my daughter. You can't possibly not hurt your chest. Assuming, of course, that Reserg has feelings for the crowd.

And it was too late for Reserg to stop Sellis, even modestly. Without Ragna, Sheila would be seriously injured. I don't even think Reserg knows about Ragna. Even if we had received reports from the knights, it is hard to believe that we have even read Ragna's actions over this period.

In short, Setuna had no idea what Reserg was thinking. Do you want to kill Sheila, or do you want to keep her alive? It's strange to stop Celis if you want to kill him, and if you want to keep him alive, you should have stopped Celis sooner, and you should have stopped the Knights.

"Sire, why, do you stop! Why?"

"Isn't that good enough already?

In contrast to Sellis' woes, Reserg is settling down. In a calm, serene manner, he looked into Celis' eyes. I succumbed to the spot and aligned myself with Celis and the height of my gaze. Maybe he's trying to calm me down.

"What do you want? Sheila's alive, isn't she? My Sheila, my dear Sheila, is alive."

"If you were Sheila, if you were Sheila, but you loved Sheila, wouldn't you live?"

"Not good! My dear, my dear Sheila, that's why I have trouble keeping you alive! Didn't you know that, even Your Majesty! I have Sheila, I have this child, I...!

Sellis' cry didn't seem like a disjunction to Setuna, the outsider, and when I thought of Sheila's mood, I felt indescribable. I can't even get into the conversation more than being an outsider. I'm just glad to say that walking over to Sheila and being prepared for the worst is all Setuna can do.

Reserg lowered his head toward Sellis.

"Sorry."

"Your Majesty!? What are you apologizing for! Your Majesty, nothing..."

"I am the one who tormented his heart. My impudence, my stupidity, has tormented and troubled him. I know that very well."

"Your Majesty, you've done your best. At that time, I had to oh. I, too, decided that there was no other way. I have no regrets, such as resenting it. As long as I suffer from His Majesty's suffering..."

"No... compared to my suffering, it's not much. Sheila was born, and Sail was born."

"... so we just have to let Sheila die"

After all, Celis' words, the idea was doomed. Bullshit, I can only feel it ruptured. Perhaps it is because of that that I feel somewhere idle. But Celis can't do it because it's like that from the bottom of his mind.

"... I just got Sheila in this situation, and what's going to happen? You'll see. Sheila's arrival here means the Knights of the Pledge have been defeated, and our army has also been defeated."

Reserg said so, but somehow I can see that he's making a convenience to calm Celis down. I'm too calm. It is not the attitude of those who withheld defeat from sight.

"But as long as Sheila is gone, this country will be Sail's. Isn't it our sorrow to let Sayle inherit the throne!

"What..."

Sheila opened her mouth at last. He opened his mouth and shouted as if he were going to bump his head.

"I have never wanted to inherit the throne, not once, since His Royal Highness was born! Now, my right to inherit the throne must have been forfeited!

"Then why won't you disappear!

"Mother...!

"Because you are, because you are alive, my sail cannot inherit the throne! Then there is no point in me having begotten Sail! What is it that I have begotten Sail for?

"Would it be for Sheila?

……

Sellis' eyes opened in amazement. And from his open eyes, a large tear spilled. It conveys its cheeks and flows off its jaw.

"Oh yes... for Sheila. For my dear Sheila. For your beloved, I wanted a child. You..."

Sellis, wondering what, pulled a short knife out of Reserg's hand and stabbed him in the chest from Mizu. Reserg's hand did not resist, probably because he was unable to put his strength into it. He had his hands pierced. There can't be any force. So I couldn't stop her from acting.

Anyone who was on the spot.

"Seris!?

"Mother!?

"I'm sorry, you, Sheila. I, apparently, have made a big mistake. I just loved you, but how could I..."

Sellis squeezed his last strength and spinning his words, and then, out of breath. The hand, which was holding a short knife stabbed in the chest, separates and falls to the ground to be pulled by gravity. It's not just the hands that collapse. Sellis' body also nearly fell to the floor, losing power, but was supported by Reserg.

"Mother! Mother...!

"Celis......"

Reserg lowered her lid with his hands, holding Sellis' body. Sellis' body is no longer moving. Death. Lightly, he's dead. He's gone. Sheila was stuck blindly, and Setuna could only watch.

"Why, why this..."

"Finally, we're finally free."

"Liberation...? Are you saying death is liberation..."

Sheila just snapped. At the end of the confusion, I guess it's understandable to her that she wanted to die, but if she died in front of her, by her beloved mother, she would, too.

"If you did, you wouldn't know. The suffering of Celis, the troubles of Celis, the disappointment of Celis, the crying of Celis..."

Reserg went, holding the remains of Queen Sellis in love. The voice is heavy and low. But it was clear and I could be sure that I would never miss hearing it word for word.

"Seris was worried about her. All the time, the last twenty years, all the time."

"Twenty years...?

"Yes, twenty years. Twenty years."

Reserg started talking.

That was why Celis self-determination, why Celis tried to kill Sheila, and why this Abard was drunk by confusion.