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

How much time has elapsed since the girl's shadow disappeared.

I don't know what caused Princess Sheila and the girl's phantom. That may have been the fantasy created by Nares' dying consciousness, or it could have been a true reaper. Reapers that exist in reality, not Zibel's Reaper Troops or anything else. It is unclear whether such a thing exists, but if it did, neither is there any possibility that it would have looked like that.

It is not unthinkable that, at the time of death, he appears as a human being burned into consciousness. There's no way a Reaper can be a good one to mow his life. No wonder he showed up sarcastically. Rather, it is the reapers who look like Rem-Marlow who are unnatural. Most importantly, Lem doesn't mind Lem at all, and she's the one with the cursed life who doesn't deserve the name of Reaper.

Cursed life.

Tentative forever.

Keep living until Setuna dies, he says.

That seems to be one end of the ability of black spears.

Setuna, given her tentative first life by Craig Zem-Midnas (Arge Ray-Gibelle) and pitying Rem, who was killed at the end of it, gave her tentative first life. That seems to be the synchronization of life. I suppose it can be said that Rem has thereby become beyond the law of life. If you mean you won't die, no matter what, until Setuna dies, then so be it.

But it's a curse.

Deceive death and falsify life.

Don't call it a curse, what do you call it?

(Curse...?)

Nares-Ragnahorn was thinking, looking at the void of nothing. A curse. I'm also cursed. However, in the case of Nares, the opposite is true. It's a curse that accelerates to death. I ate the poison. I ate it. It takes longer than he could have imagined for that poison to go around his body and erode his life. I just thought it was something that would die sooner.

(Though I thought January… etc.)

I laugh bitterly.

He couldn't even foresee his fate with eyes that looked far ahead.

That was the case from the beginning.

From when I was in Gandhia to when I was diving into Zalwarn, only my fate could be foreseen. Therefore, it was inevitable that the work would be discovered and detained. That's why I got poison. It never occurred to me that the poison would take so long to ravage my life.

It is no exaggeration to say that he was able to get enthusiastic about making works from Mizu. Because the poison didn't wield fierceness, it gave him time so he could get here. I must thank you for the incomplete, but incurable poison.

Without poison - with more time for life, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry. There would have been lives that didn't have to be killed, and the fight against Kruselk would have been something a little more temperamental. I would have tried to minimize the sacrifice. At least, it shouldn't have been a bet to bring the Kruselk army into Gandhian territory.

The awareness that there was no time forced him into a short-term showdown. No battle could take time. If you take the time, that's all, your own death approaches. Normally, in the midst of war, there must be no such thing as death. Until his successor has grown up and his temples have appeared, he must not abandon the role of a military master.

The rush has definitely increased the sacrifice.

As a result, is it to be pleased that Gandia's territory has expanded at an accelerated pace?

(I guess it's something to be happy about)

Nares thinks.

At the heart of a shaky world, one thinks quietly.

Carriage carriage for the Dragon House. Next door is Augusto, staring at him. Maybe he wants to see Nares die. A disciplined man. Disciplined, deeply affectionate - like, I thought at last of one of the Royal Gandia, but with that in his mouth, he might get angry. Even if I wasn't angry, I might have been offended. He is proud to be a member of the San Sian family.

To rejoice, also in his presence, is.

It was a pleasure letting go of a politician named August-Sancian on Leongand's side. He slipped through the anti-Leon Gandhi by saying it would be good for Gandhia and followed him here. Thanks to this, Setuna spared her death and also managed to sweep away the anti-Leongans. It was no exaggeration to say that Gandia's politics were united under Leongand's will to pronounce itself on the edge of Augusto's turnaround.

Various things go past the back of your brain.

I can't think together.

I'm sure it's because death is imminent. My body barely moves and I can't breathe. Vision narrowed and sound distant. Too much left to do. I have no regrets, etc. It's natural. Anything, I'm gonna throw it out on the way. It will be left to the successors. Though I can't help it, it's not something I can convince with my chest up.

The first thing that goes up first is Abard.

What happened to the battle over Bandor?

Would Ayn-Rajar have done well?

Could things have been carried according to his tactics and won?

I'm sure it went well, I think.

Gandia's power is luxurious and powerful. At the time of Setuna's rendezvous, the victory was beyond doubt. Even if the Knights of Benoagard were powerful and the Thirteen Knights were incomparable, they wouldn't feel like losing as long as Setuna was around. Setuna is a symbol of victory. Setuna and the Black Spear promise Gandhia victory.

In time, manoeuvres will be used to ensure that Ayn-Rajar wins. You must use every situation and incorporate every event into your tactics. A talent named Ein was discovered by Nares. With the certainty that the successor has the talent he deserves, I can say. He would use a tactic comparable to that of Nares to dominate the battlefield.

Charles, the Knights, Abard - you must use everything and win.

(You would be... okay)

Nares smiled as she thought of the appearance that left Ayn-Rajar somewhere young. He also wondered if he might remain that young face. Teacher with a toddler face. That could be interesting. Interesting, could be fun. The inability to see him work like that is distressing, but there is no choice.

That I have no choice.

So, other than giving up, there isn't.

Time for life is no longer but a few.

Until the Dragon House, hold it. I know. I know, so we're going to the Dragon House. You can't die in Caesar's line. No one can know but Augusto. Death must be kept secret. We have to keep Nares alive.

Second, face up. Soon, I was leaning down. Shadows run into narrow sight. I had a feeling. The carriage suddenly stops.

"What's going on?

While Augusto sat back to peek at your stand, Nares told him calmly.

"Enemy attack."

"Enemy attack?"

"Urxal is the border between Abad and Gandhia... he must have also been the survivor of Abad's border defense forces"

Nares told, without precipitation. My voice was. And even my own ears sounded clear. I'm not sure why it sounds so clear to me, myself. I don't know, but it didn't matter to him. If you have a voice, an ear, and a clear consciousness, there is only one thing to do.

"Get your troops together. And move the soldiers as I say."

"Am I?

"Who else is in command besides you?

When Nares told him, Augusto looked as strange as he had decided to be ready.

In fact, it was an enemy attack.

There was an enemy attack when the carriage plugged into Urxal lying south of Ceasel. At first, a number of arrows flew in from the woods, stopping the foot of the carriage leading the way. If the lead stops, the subsequent carriage will have to stop. The arrow also flies in while it stops. Though the owner of the leading carriage was shot through the head and died instantly, there were no other deaths. One of the soldiers was to take your place, but that will not be an issue.

Against sniping from the woods, Nares ordered the carriage to retreat. Arrows flew in during the retreat, but they also stopped with the first arrow flying in, and if they retracted, they couldn't reach them. but just because it no longer arrives doesn't solve it either.

The darkness is imminent.

It can be called complete darkness in the woods. The enemy uses darkness as a shield. If the night comes, the darkness of the night will also be a shield to protect them. And they should be attacking you multiplied by the darkness of the night. I can't take the time.

When the three units were formed, Nares placed the two units on the side of the carriage, which caused them to retreat to the side of the street. He pushed it forward to the point where the range was overrun, causing it to make bowshots into the woods. No matter, there's no response. Out of range also means there are enemies outside this range. It's a waste of arrows, but that's both the same thing. This arrow is lubricated. The enemy, please.

Of course, I'm not going to continue this ridiculous battle.

Some of the remaining troops were allowed to enter Urxal from the rear, bypassing and shooting the enemy's side. Like a bee with a group of enemies poked through its nest, it jumps out of the woods. The Archers then took it away. It didn't take long. The only thing that wears out is an arrow to tear the enemy apart. Not a single soldier lost.

Upon examining the bodies of the raiders, it appears that their identities were, after all, soldiers of the Abad army and survivors of the Border Defense Forces. It was a long time ago, but it must have been because we lost our defensive base and managed to connect our lives while wandering through the woods.

And he must have been hiding in Urxal to reward the Gandhian army with one arrow. The Gandhian army needs to pass through Urxal in order to return south on the Zalwarn side. To ambush, bring it. But in the less than ten warriors, it's finally time to pay off an arrow, and that's just shooting the one who can't be a warrior.

Though the consequences of having managed to connect lives and lurk themselves in this, the soldiers will not float.

Again, there's no choice.

"That's a military master, isn't it?"

I was just a little happy with Augusto's honest thoughts after he came back to the carriage. It's an easy fight. Extremely simple, a tactic that anyone can come up with. That's right, it's not what they call it, either. Augusto impresses me because he has hardly ever experienced combat or anything else in his life. The Sancians are in a special position. It can be called a house where you don't need to stand on the battlefield. Instead, he was acting as a commander, so the blood muscle is horrible.

Understand inadvertently. Meaning of earlier battles. About the shape of destiny.

"I see."

"Yes?"

"This seems to be my final battle"

I laugh bitterly.

If such an easy battle was prepared to bring down the curtain of life, it was both funny and strange. I'm even sarcastic. In the totality of the battle so far, etc., I have not refused. Preliminary is also preliminary. That's probably why it was a necessary battle.

Wasn't it a ritual for a military teacher to die?

I lost my strength from my body. Empty. Vision flowed.

"Dear Nares...?

Augusto said something. Apparently, because the sound, it was deafening. When you can't hear the sound, your memory becomes uncertain, too. I don't even understand what you said.

Apparently, his eyes were invisible a lot faster than that. I guess not knowing back and forth is proof that consciousness is not working properly. No pain. Apparently the pain had been lost for a long time. While you're passionate about battle, before you realize it.

I can see that everything is lost.

What was shaping a human being named Nares-Ragnahorn collapses without sound.

(Is this... death...?)

Obscure.

That's what I understood.

I knew I was gonna die. I stand on the battlefield. Sooner or later, you'll die on some battlefield. I was ready. But no way, I didn't imagine this coming to an end. Since I got the poison, I've changed my mind and started to think that I could die wild somewhere.

(No... this is fine)

Nares, in the dark, admits.

This is good.

This is the end of the day.

If you die on the battlefield, you could lower the morale of the entire army. Normally, you can't even die in a spot like you can see. Because his death, for better or worse, is sure to affect politics.

Keep living.

He thought.

The name Nares-Ragnahorn must remain alive.

Stay alive and be the patron saint of Gandhia.

Keep living...

Nares was conscious of closing his eyes, admitting to melting in the darkness. In consciousness, you can no longer move the flesh. But I don't mind. Conscious, close your eyes.

Close your eyes and fall into your dreams.

I thought I heard voices.

Nostalgic voice.

Sius Cloud is calling.

Mirrelbus is laughing.

The Lerga brothers, too, are waiting.

Let's go.

Again, to dream.

Augusto took Nahless's hand and became obscure when he realized that he was no longer even responding. And understand. There is no confusion. I don't disturb you either. It's just about seeing, understanding, and recognizing harsh realities. It only makes me sad, then.

I no longer have a pulse, and I can see my body temperature rapidly losing.

The nurse did what she said.

On the road to the Dragon House, you will die.

As he sees it, as he thinks, he's, like, dead.

Death was only taken care of by Augusto. Only Augusto found out about his death. Death must be kept secret. Hiding through is what helps. be restrained. As long as Nares is alive, Gandhia is invincible.

The warrior Nares is no longer worshipped like a military god.

Military god Nares and hero Setuna.

As long as there are two Gandhia wheels in battle, Gandhia will never break. Everyone believes that Gandhia is a stone and that it continues to follow the glorious path of King Leongand.

Augusto and no exception.

No, that's especially what he thought. Since his assignment to the General Staff, it was Nares who taught him all sorts of things, not knowing his right or left, and in touch, he understood the awesomeness of the military master Nares. That's what packs a huge amount of information into your head that makes you distracted, based on which you work out your strategy and knit out your tactics. It wasn't exactly something that Augusto could imitate, and the same can be said for Ayn-Rajar and Allegria-Scene, the successor candidates for the military master.

Respectable talent.

Therefore, he took it with all his soul and tried to help the General Staff. Because I understood that they were the organization responsible for Gandhia's future.

And I found out once again that it was the military master Nares, who made him the chief of staff who reigned at its apex, that was an essential part of Gandia.

So when he talks about his time of death, Augusto, he's always had his chest tightened. I wanted to think it was a joke. I wanted to laugh off that it was a lie.

In fact, it's been a long time since Nares mentioned that he's been eroded by the poison that leads to death. He has been on many battlefields since then and has contributed to many victories. Especially in the Kruselk war, he showed the octagonal six-arm activity of taking charge of the tactical strategy of the entire coalition in one hand. After the Kruselk war, until then he flew around the king's capital like a lie, confusing the people of the royal palace and the king's capital.

Oh, my God, how are you?

Augusto was relieved.

I just thought that the poison that was eroding Nares' body was the one that disappeared.

But the reality was, it wasn't that sweet.

Is it because of June's head?

Nares' body began to lose weight rapidly. My stomach stopped accepting food, and even if I was forced to eat it, I often spit it out. If you don't eat, your body won't have it. That said, if I eat it, I spit it out. Augusto couldn't do anything about it. All I could see was him lose weight and fade and go to death.

"That's good."

Whenever Augusto suffered from something he couldn't do, Nares said, smiling.

Thou shalt see my death. If only you could remember that I did live and die. '

Augusto couldn't stop his eyeballs from getting hot. I don't know if I'm gonna stop it. Hot liquid travels through your cheeks and spills off your chin.

"And keep my death in your breasts."

In a swinging carriage, Augusto kept an eye on Nares' remains. In order to keep death secret, we must see its death.

It's ironic, it's hard.

But it must have been Nares harder than himself.

I think so.

The carriage will eventually cross the border.

To carry the soul of Nares to Gandia.