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

I remember dreaming.

No, I'm not even sure if that was a dream.

I'm sure he was in the middle of a dream and a present.

I drifted between dreams and reality and heard voices.

Heart of Beast voice.

Elegant, powerful, arrogant, pitiful - such, voice.

And it manifests itself in form.

Nine tails of white hair.

Pure white fox with nine tails.

Huge enough to fill your vision, enormous enough to fill your consciousness. Something Sheila tentatively took over and tried to destroy her world. Only the palace and capital where she was born and raised could be destroyed, not her world. She couldn't break it herself.

She's still alive.

Maybe that's strange.

It was just looking at this one.

Look at this one, he was smiling.

"You must be dead."

The voice echoes. To the world. To the heart.

"Yeah."

Sheila just nodded, admitting. I didn't die. I managed to die in a way other than to say no to Mizu's life, but I survived. Because of this, he said he maximized the power of Heart of Beast and used the power of Heart of Beast.

I didn't die.

"Even though I worked tyrannically against Shih and did all I could to destroy him, the kindness that was left of him made me kill him with temper, pride."

"My kindness..."

Crush like a rumble.

I think Setsuna told me the same thing.

"Yes, that's sweet, but kill both of them. We can step on it and eradicate it. That was the limit. That's why... '

"But... normally, you'd still kill me"

It became a giant nine-tailed fox, and it became devastating and insane. Normally, you'd try to kill him. We should try to kill them at any cost and try to minimize the damage. Otherwise, the destruction and ravages caused by the Fox of Nine Tails may spread indefinitely. Everyone and he could be killed.

But Setuna, she didn't kill.

I didn't even try to hurt Sheila. No matter how much Sheila hurt me, I was desperate, and I tried to keep her alive. I tried to save me from that indifferent darkness.

Light.

Just dazzling, vibrant, so intense light that the retina will be burned.

I thought you were a good boy.

"... I think so, too"

"You have to live for that."

"Oh. I know."

"I want to be with that thing, too, so..."

"Thanks"

That's how my dream woke me up.

If I wake up with a dream, I'll have to look straight at reality.

Reality.

If we go back to Bandor, we have a decision to make.

What to do.

There is only one answer.

Sheila was screaming, unintentionally, when she admitted a grey-haired boy dressed at the edge of her sight.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!

Few shields reach the ruined royal palace, voices, etc., without having to scream. Still, I had emotions I couldn't contain. I'm not sure if that's joy or sadness. I guess it's both. Some of the loneliness of losing my parents, and some of the sadness of being reunited like this. Some are happy to reunite with their beloved brother, while others are wholeheartedly pleased with his safety. The thorough destruction of the royal palace could have involved him and killed him.

It's better that it didn't, no wonder.

"Sister...?

The boy with the proven bright white hair of the Aberd royal bloodstream was naturally a member of the royal family and, no matter where she looked from, a person she knew well. Sail Reus-Abbard. Abard's only heir to the throne and brother of Sheila's fruit. Whatever the truth, she taught and believed so and lived to this day. A few months ago, he looks no different than the last time I saw him, which is a testament to the fact that he has lived peacefully and safely and that he was not caught up in the royal palace plot. There was no way that people, who were also known as Sails and Royalists, would not treat Sails dearly, and I had never been worried in that regard, but it was true that I saw him safe and relieved. I'm not suspicious of royal palace humans or anything. It's just that I got anxious. And anxiety increases the longer you stay away. Quiet, no sound.

Sheila rushed over with relief. I couldn't stop my rushing leg. Avoid rubbled ceilings and collapsed columns and head to Sail. Around him, of course, are soldiers of the Royal Palace Kingsguard and Abad's heavy ministers. Were we discussing Abard's future, or were we discussing something else? Either way, I can only thank them for not blocking Sheila's path. Everyone is aware of Sheila. Besides, if you don't come with grudges, you don't come with hostility. It is the cause of this tragedy.

Everyone looked like they'd given up something.

Sheila drowned her head, Fu, as she reached in front of Sail. It is only natural that you should pay tribute to him, Prince of Abad and heir to the throne. That's been the case for a long time before Sayle was attentive. There is a perception between Sheila and Sayle that it is natural. Between Sheila and Sayle, not only. Everyone behaved on the basis of the perception that Sayle was the heir to the throne and the next king, changing his language and attitude. Sheila is just a princess and not an heir to the throne. That kind of difference in perception is manifesting itself in attitude. It can be called education to be king.

And Sheila thought that was fine, and she took the initiative to treat Sail special. In doing so, her samurai and the people around her also began to treat Sayle specially, and she intended to plant her awareness as the next king in Sayle herself. He is still young, but sooner or later he will be a man standing on his back this country. It was decided from birth. So I had been dealing with it that way for a long time, and now it was natural.

"Your Highness... Long time no see"

"My sister's fine. You're safe."

Nothing, nothing has changed.

Sheila recognized it with a sense of reality when she heard Sail's reply. Recognize and raise your face. Sail Reus-Abbard is only an eight-year-old boy. Young enough to think that the word boy doesn't even fit. But his appearance in the prince's costume was more forthright than anyone else on this occasion, and he was as fine as proving that he had been educated as the next king.

Fine, conscious and standing as a prince.

I'm not crying.

"Safe..."

But his voice, it was trembling. It was weak, pale, and shaky. My eyes are looking at this one. Pale Bi eyes. In its eyes, Sheila is reflected. A woman with the same hair, the same eye color. Fu Kei, I'm looking for him. I look back, as I look to the Lord.

From Sail's eyes, tears spilled.

"Ah..."

Sail rushed to wipe his tears, then, as he'd noticed, he'd turned his grin to Sheila.

"You don't care how much you cry because you're no longer the heir to the throne, do you?

"... what, they say. Your Highness."

"Stop calling me Your Highness, sister. You're the one who will inherit Abard's throne, aren't you, sister?

"Do that to Your Highness."

"We talked, we made up our minds."

Sail's words are strong. Looking around, it was like ministers and close guards, with their strange faces, were listening to Sail's voice. I haven't seen this one. Maybe he thinks it's disrespectful to look directly at him, or he's keeping me from watering down the reunion of my sister and brother for a long time. Either way, the Aberd people are gentle and warm.

"There is no better way to beat Abard than if the King's Capital were suppressed. That's why I surrendered. Because we have no choice but to do what Gandia wants more than surrender. The loser follows the winner - this is the imitation of turmoil, isn't it?

Sail's tone is not pleasant. I don't even think of it as a dialogue between a very eight-year-old boy, except if that's a gift of education for her and the people around her. Emotional.

"... it is, though"

"Of course, I do not believe that my sister took action for the right to inherit the throne, etc."

"Your Highness..."

"There's no way my sister would do that. My sister couldn't have betrayed the house. Because my sister, who was noble, noble and loved this country and home more than anyone else, could not have tried to confuse Abard."

Sail's eyes are clear. Beautiful, filthy. Looking like something he no longer had, Sheila tried to stop his eyes from remembering. Today, this may be the last time I can look closely at you like this.

"So I don't know the tide that my sister should be the heir to the throne, and I, too, wanted to live in Abad, where my sister reigns as queen. If you're my sister, it'll be a fine queen."

"... but"

Sheila told him quietly.

"I do not have such qualifications"

"Qualification? If you have the right to inherit the throne..."

"What I want is no inheritance."

Sheila opened her mouth, staring into Sail's eyes.

There's something I need to tell you.

I need to tell you something.

What I've done, what I've done, what I am. Everything needs to be told.

Sheila told Sail everything she could know about this disturbance.