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

There was a severe tremor and the shock rocked the world.

It was such a noise that the heavens and the earth turned upside down. No, it's not an easy thing to make noise or anything. There was such a drastic change that the end of the world might have come. Everything was destroyed, everything was destroyed, everything was taken away. The walls broke, the columns broke, and the ceiling collapsed. Soon the world was closed to darkness. I was crushed and wondered if I was dead. But he was alive. Conscious and able to breathe. Something that was hurting my body's savings, it was pain to the point where I hit my hands and feet somewhere, and it wasn't enough to cry out.

Crying about this extent does not serve as the king of a nation or anything else.

Sail Reus-Abbard was remembering a certain teaching as he endured the pain that plagued his entire body.

"Don't cry with that degree of scratch, Your Highness."

I fell in the courtyard of the royal palace and have cried out a lot of pain. At that time, I rushed right over to him, and the person who held me up said, "That's it." The gentle and harsh voice was also one of the reasons he admired her.

"Your Highness, sooner or later, must be king and bear this country."

"Is the king not allowed to cry in public?

I asked, wiping my tears.

I had no doubt that I would be king. Because it was destined to be king. From birth onwards, it was so stipulated. Not her, a sister and princess, but herself succeeding to the throne. I understood that, when I was mindful. Because I understood, I wanted to be someone like her. It was my sister who had the personality and character the king deserved.

'Yes, Your Highness. If that were to serve as king......'

Then, Sayle stopped crying about a little injury. That, and this, was to get one step closer to my coveted sister and outrun her.

Sheila Lewe-Abbard.

It was his longing, his goal, and one of his most beloved.

"Your Highness!? Your Highness! Are you all right!? Where are you!?

The voice of the chief samurai until his daunting was more filled with grief than usual. What is it that makes you cry so much? Then he crawled through the darkness, thinking that he could not be king - etc. The ceiling is falling. I don't know if I can get out of here, though I'm lucky I wasn't crushed. I didn't have to cry because I had a sister's teachings, but I think it might have been better to cry, which could have given the chief of staff peace of mind. Crying is a testament to being alive. So he opened his mouth to his thoughts.

"I'm here, Raiwell."

"Whoa!? Your Highness!? You were safe!? Good! Really good!

The overprotective squire chief was the opposite of Sheila's educational policy and was extremely troublesome in Sail's quest for Sheila. Leweu-Rond. A native of Abard's leading aristocratic Rondo family, he was also chief of staff when Sheila was a young man. Sayle was born, and since Sheila quit her prince, she has been the chief sailor. I mean, the prince's exclusive, I guess.

"The Prince is under this rubble! Remove it now!

"Ha!"

I heard several soldiers raise their voices to Rewell's orders. What a reliable and comforting voice.

Thus, Sayle was rescued from under the rubble, but Sayle, free from the darkness beneath the rubble, had to be stunned by the sight that had jumped into his sight. I just have to jump over things like stunned, shocked, and stunned. That was the situation.

The royal palace had been completely lost.

Abard's proud Bandor Royal Palace was crushing without a trace. The columns, the walls, the ceilings, everything that made up the royal palace was just rubble and finished, scattered all over it. Much of that rubble has also been shattered, and it has not even become a pile of rubble, even though it is overstated that there is not a single dust left. Flat. That was enough to say nothing.

Everything was gone.

Sayle was upset.

"Father, what about Mother?!?

As Sayle's father. King Abard, Liserg Ray-Abard, and as his mother. Then Sellis Rae-Abard, after a report, left the room where Sayle was. It is that Sheila Lewe-Abbard, his sister and most respected figure, fulfilled her invasion of the King's Capital with Setuna of Gandhia.

Sheila.

His beloved sister has, at one point, turned to the enemy on the border. The enemy. The enemy. He fought with the Abard royal family to revive his right to inherit the throne. If you sum up Celis, his uncle Iseld, and the voices around him, that's what happens. With his work and appreciation in the Kruselk War, he must have grown - one of the royal palaces said so with a bitter face. I don't know if that's true, and Sail was trying not to think deeper than he hadn't heard that from Sheila herself.

I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. Sheila is one of those who loves this country more than anyone else and has fought for it. He took the initiative to the battlefield, slaughtering enemies more than anyone else, and bleeding more than anyone else, on the grounds that he was a princess but did not have the right to inherit the throne. I bled all over the place. I've powdered myself for Abard and crushed my bones. That and this, because he loved the Abad royal family, he loved his subjects, he loved his country. Would such one change his attitude because he was appreciated for his work in the war?

Would you wish to revive the right to inherit the throne?

To Sail, I didn't think Sheila wanted it herself, and that's why I wanted to meet Sheila. I even thought that if I met him and talked to him, that would solve it.

Besides, Sayle had the feeling that Sheila wouldn't mind inheriting the throne. Sheila was a hero in him. I even thought there was no one more worthy to lead Abard than Sheila. If Sheila is willing to do that, she even thought she could give up her right to inherit the throne. Sheila becomes queen, and Sail assists her in that. What a wonderful world.

But such a world was lost.

Because Sheila took to Taural with her faction, exacerbating the conflict with Abad's government. It was a civil unrest. Civil unrest deteriorated sharply, with forces of the Sheila faction and the Royal Palace clashing in Endwidge. At the end of the fierce battle, it was the Royal Palace Army that won, and Sheila was captured and transferred to the King's Capital before being executed without Sail's knowledge. Sayle only heard reports of executions. He crammed into Reserg, but Reserg didn't say anything to me. He didn't tell me. The fact that Sheila you executed is fake and the real thing is alive somewhere, and everything,

Sayle has had a blatant day ever since. Because Sheila was the support of her heart, her goal, her dream. After that Sheila betrayed me, I even lost the opportunity for a dream reunion. I just have to drift through my disappointment.

Then some time later, Sheila's survival was unveiled.

but Sayle didn't know if she was happy. Because Sheila went on an outrage to storm Sentier's arena with Gandhia's Setuna and ruin public executions. Even as Sayle, he lamented the pointlessness of public executions, so I don't particularly think about it. The problem is that Sheila was acting with Gandia's hero.

The royal palace branded Sheila a traitor and blamed her.

Heroes fell, traitors and fruitless.

Sayle couldn't believe anything. Everything about Sheila, the country, everything around her, I couldn't believe it, I spent my days.

And today.

A showdown was held with the Gandian army flying Sheila's flag. Abad's terms of victory were the defeat of the Gandia Army, the Charles Army or, alternatively, Sheila's death. If Sheila dies, there's no point in Gandhia fighting. If righteousness is lost, how can Gandia and I have to give up the continuation of the battle? If Gandhia leaves, Charles, who was on board with it, also leaves the army. That will be Abard's victory.

I guess that's why.

Sayle was also unable to support the Abad army and the Knights of Benoagard.

Again, Sheila is Sheila. He is the hero of Abard who loves and doesn't stop. Whether the traitor was branded, for him, his sister was the beloved and the only goal in the world. I can't hope for that death.

That doesn't mean I want Abard to lose.

Abard's loss only means this country will be lost. Because we're going to have to accept Gandhia's claims.

I can't do that.

I believe Sheila is the one who deserves the throne, but it is equally true and unacceptable that the intervention of another country would trample on the sovereignty of a country, such as acknowledging it.

Even if this country turns to ashes, we must reject it.

He clenched his fist as he lay in a ruined royal palace. My body nodes hurt, but I could stand it. I don't cry. I don't cry. Crying at times like this only fuels anxiety around you. What stands on one must always be perseverance. Sheila's teachings were still Sail's guiding principle.

I circled my gaze.

In a space where everything was destroyed, royal palace officials are rescued from the bottom of the rubble. According to Lewel, there are only those that are injured, but there is no way the dead have emerged. Sometimes it's strange that the royal palace collapsed without a trace and everything went under the rubble, even though it's Rewell's word.

Is that the case?

Sayle didn't feel protected by anyone.

Eventually, he reached the place where the Throne Room was supposed to be, and now he was stunned.

"Father!? Mother!?"

The voice plundered, probably because the shock was too strong.

The Throne Room, like the rest of the Royal Palace, had been destroyed without a trace. It was so miserable that I thought I might have been hit by a natural mutation. In such a space, there is a slight void of birth. The space is secured, as if that's all the rubble has hesitated to fall.

Sayle, rushing over and about to fall in the momentum, still managed to stay and rush through. And then we get there, we lose our voices.

Reserg and Sellis are lying down. The first thing I found out was that. I had no idea why I lay asleep in ruins. No, even if you knew, you didn't want to know. I stopped thinking and refused to understand.

Run over and you'll have to recognize and understand.

They were dead. Reserg has an arrow in his belly and Sellis is stabbing a short knife in his chest. The blood seemed to flow unstoppably. Both their clothes, their bodies, and their floors were smeared in bright red.

When Sayle collapsed on the spot, he heard voices.

"It's Sheila..."

The Lord of the Voice was Iserd. Iseld-Abbard. One of Lieselg's real brothers, the Royal Abard, has long had a good look at Sail.

I noticed that he was looking in a completely different direction, not this way, and Sayle looked there, too. The south of the royal palace, that is, the king's capital.

"Sister...?

A giant beast ravaging the king's capital jumped into view.

White-haired nine-tailed fox.

Iseld is as good as if the carbide were Sheila, and therefore Sayle lost her words.

Nine-tailed foxes disappeared from Bandor after thoroughly ravaging the Wang capital.