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

I'm in ruins.

Ruins.

Yes, the ruins.

A paradise that was born and raised and accustomed to dwelling in the world for more than twenty years was destroyed a few days ago with hands and feet from the midst.

To my heart's content, the royal palace, which was everything in heaven and earth, was in such a state that it was no longer possible to say that the traces were gone, and as a child, the king's capital, which swung around and ran around, could no longer even think of the day of his existence.

Tragic.

Words like that go through the back of my brain.

And each time, you tremble at the magnitude of what you did, and you suffer.

I wonder what I've done.

I wonder what I wanted to do.

Shouldn't I still have died?

Shouldn't you have died and apologized?

Wasn't there any other way?

All those words come to mind in Sheila's head as she walks through a ruined royal palace. I wonder why I live with this. It's about that, about what happened that made sense of life and death.

I tried to die.

I thought I should die.

Because there shouldn't have been any other choice. Dead, decided there was nothing but ending it all, made a decision, and so, broke everything. Break it, step on it, and, so, it was supposed to be over.

But she wasn't killed. On the contrary, they let me live. I've been saved.

(Salvation......)

I am stunned by the strange warmth of the words floating around my chest. Put your hands on your chest. Alive. Because he reached out to me, I can feel the raw this way. Is that something to be happy about? Is it something to be sad about? Not really, I don't know. Sometimes I wonder if I'm exposing myself to shame. But I'm glad to think about it.

Live, expose yourself to shame, and yet again, live. You just have to live and help Abard. You can fix what you broke. Lost lives don't go back, but buildings, cities, can be rebuilt.

I can hold my fist and put my strength into it.

It is no exaggeration to say that this Abad commotion is taking its edge off the Sheila outburst. The conflict between the Sheila faction gathered at the Taural fortress and the Sails and Royal Palace factions in the King's capital began. Had we been able to stop the intensification of the conflict, none of us would have developed into a situation that would have cost us our lives. But she couldn't stop the Sheila outbursts, or contain the royal palace's movements. And even in the circumstances of the clashes between the two armies at Endwidge, it should be noted that she could not do anything about it and just had to leave the country as Lahnheil Lars-Taural said.

Lena-Taural took part in the fight on Sheila's behalf, and was captured and executed. Neither that nor this can be done because it is a conspiracy between Reserg and Lernheil. Reserg and Lernheil executed Lena as Sheila to keep Sheila alive. Apparently, Endwidge's battle was for Lernheil only to keep Sheila alive, and for that reason it wasn't about finding out what would happen to Sheila's military. And where that was also Reserg's idea, I find it distressing.

Reserg tried to keep Sheila alive, too. To that end, he executed Lena as Sheila and made it public. He also eliminated the remnants of the Sheila faction. He also said he executed Larnheil.

Yes, Lernheil was executed. Public executions in Sentier were just a convenience to lure Sheila. It was yesterday that I learned of Lernheil's death, and she is stunned.

Lernheil decided that Mizu's death was necessary to keep Sheila alive, and Reserg approved it, I guess.

But Celis couldn't stand it, apparently.

Knowing that the executed Sheila was a fake, Sellis appealed to Reserg to kill the real Sheila. If we don't make Sheila a deceased, we can't be relieved, even if the world of Sail has come. No, in the first place, as long as Sheila is around, there may be no such thing as Sail's World. Obsessive-compulsive ideas dominated Sellis' thinking.

The reason why Sellis thought of it so much, if not now, is a little obvious.

He said he suffered out to free Sheila from the position of prince, but if Sheila became queen, everything would be a bubble of water. The hard work, the pain, everything goes to waste. Those emotions may have hunted Celis down and driven him crazy.

When I think of Celis, it's just that, she's about to drown in pity. Why didn't you notice my mother's thoughts? Why, sooner, couldn't you notice my mother's thoughts?

After Sail was born, Sheila abandoned the name Sirius and was to live as Sheila. Not Prince Sirius, but as Princess Sheila, was to live. Gender changed. That was the impact of the heavens and the earth flipping, but there were times when Celis looked happy, and I thought that was fine.

"From now on, you can live as you are."

I feel like I now know what Cerris has been thinking about that.

Celis was saddened and tormented that Sheila was faking her gender and behaving as a prince. I guess he suffered and wanted the inconsistency of raising his beloved daughter as a man. In time, I was desperate to give birth to my next child. desperately. That's what I tried to do with any hand, to be a child. The result was Sail, and with Sail being a man, I guess Sellis was freed from the pain and anguish he had suffered until then.

We were able to free Sheila from a curse similar to that of a prince. As for Celis, that must have been nice. If Sheila had grown up as a princess as she was, she must have been happy.

But it didn't.

Sheila tried to respond to Celis' love. What can I do to meet the affection of Sellis and Reserg? Wasn't it the conclusion she reached, seriously pondering on the human role of the Aberd royal family, that tormented and drove the heart of Celis mad?

As of now, there's nothing more to it than to think so.

Whenever Sheila went out on the battlefield, was active and returned to the royal palace, Selis praised Sheila for her work. But while I admired it, I didn't stop embarrassing it. I guess Celis' words that he wished he would be splendid as a princess meant it. Sheila thought, however, that if Celis was to admit it, he would have to fight more and gain more fighting power.

I guess it made a difference there.

And if the result is this tragedy, it's impossible.

"Sister!

She was annoyed by the voice that jumped in unexpectedly. Raising his gaze, Sail was rushing up between the piles of rubble. Samurai chiefs and Kingsguards are waiting at a distance so as not to disturb Sail and Sheila. For a long time, I've noticed a lot of people.

Sheila waited for Sail to come to his sight before she was in front of him.

"Have you finished your meeting with Gandia yet?

"Yes! I'm done!

"Your Highness, how are you?"

Sheila relieved herself of the look on Sail's face as she had nodded with prestige. Watching Sayle full of energy came strangely to life. Your body lightens up, like the heavy footsteps you just took. It feels like the fog clears up. The very expression of the young Sail was as if it were the sun.

"My sister is here for you! You'll be fine too!

"Heh heh... I mean, it just makes sense for His Highness to be here"

Sheila smiled back at Sayle's full grin.

There's a blue sky overhead.

Compared to the ruined earth, it had a heavenly view. Clear blue sky. The flowing clouds are sparse, and the bright light of the summer sun descends upon the ruined king's capital. Sheila and Sayle watched the sight from the shade.

They were both lowering their hips in the shade created by the pile of debris. Sail's chief sailor and Kingsguard are watching over this one on the far roll. Everyone trusted Sheila. He understood Sheila very well. I'm so glad she's about to cry about it.

It is well understood that neither the Sails, nor the royalists' nobles or soldiers were moving because of Sheila's hatred. Although it was hostile to the faction itself called the Sheila faction, what was it meant to do to Sheila personally?

Just as the Sheila faction had no animosity or malice towards Sail personally. It was the Sails, the Royal Palace, not the Sails themselves that the Sheilas tried to defeat. Rather, for the Sheila faction, Sail could have been called an ally. Because according to wind rumors, Sail supported Sheila and supported her.

"Gandhia and Benoagard seem to be working together to rebuild the King's capital"

"Really? That would be reassuring."

Sheila smiled as she looked down at Sayle's little body sitting next to her. I knew when I asked Ain that Gandhia would judge me that way. So I can say that she accepted Ayn's suggestion.

Ein's suggestion means aggregating the cause of Abad's disturbance to Iseld-Abbard. The theory that Iseld's ambitions were to create such a tragedy may be easily accepted by one who does not know the truth. In fact, few have seen the scene of Iserd being disputed by Reserg's shadow fighters. And it was well known that the Shadow Man made a statement that Iserd could also take to have killed Reserg. Tailoring Iserd to the culprit wasn't a difficult story.

The difficulty was how to reconcile it with Sheila's own thoughts, but if she was persuaded that it was also for Abard, there was nothing more to it than to respond. In order for Abard to get along well with Gandhia in the future, it's quick to aggregate the cause of this commotion on one Iseld-Abbard.

Iserd was killed by reserg's shadow fighters. Reserg's Shadow Warrior is also dead. There is very little to know about the truth.

Tailoring Iserd as the culprit, in time, only the sin of destroying the King's capital shall be his own - Sheila made his speech to the citizens of the King's capital such. There were not too few voices from the people of the Wang capital condemning Sheila, but the story that Iserd was the culprit was not unacceptable.

Iserd's ambitions divided Abad into two parts, leading the country into this state of affairs. And Iserd killed Reserg and Sellis in madness, and as a result Sheila ran wild, destroying the king's capital.

The story turned out that way.

If doing so will speed up Abard's reconstruction, there is nothing better than doing so.

Politics.

"Yes, Abard alone didn't know how many years it would take, but if it meant that Gandhia and Benoagard would spare no cooperation, we might be able to rebuild it faster than we thought"

"Right. I hope so."

It never occurred to me that Benoagard would help rebuild. but in retrospect of what the Knights have said and done, it is not surprising that they have come to such a conclusion. The Knights knights set up salvation. Killing Sheila was also to save Sheila in a way. In fact, if he had been killed in Sentier, he wouldn't have suffered any more than that. If Celis and Reserg hadn't died, Abard wouldn't have been engulfed in war. In other words, it ended up like this because Sheila survived then, too.

But I didn't die.

It was outside, such as dying without knowing anything, without knowing anything.

And when I knew the truth, I thought I should die.

I can't keep living my father or mother in agony.

If you let those two die in pain, there's not even a reason to live.

Yeah, I thought.

But she's alive now.

I live and think about the future. Abard's future. My future. The future.

"Sister, after all, do you feel responsible?

"Of course."

Sheila said clearly.

"Neither the royal palace nor the king's capital have I broken them with these hands and feet. I stepped on the life of one of the Bandors. Aberd, it's for the people. It's for the Aberd royal people. I did something serious."

"That's why it's wrong for my sister to leave the royal family"

"Your Highness..."

"On my sister, I want you to stay in Abard and support me. I am still immature. Even if you inherit the throne, I don't think you can do well as a king. I think if my sister stayed by my side and supported me, she would feel safe."

(Sail)

Sheila was looking into her real brother's eyes, feeling like her chest was jammed. Same eyes. Sheila's face is reflected in the blue eyes that show the blood muscles of the Abad royal family. Same hair tone, same eye tone, same skin tone. Everything is the same. The only difference is the father. But the difference is, I don't know what Sheila has to do with Sail. I know that. Because Sheila loved Sail as her real brother, and as a prince, as heir to the throne. That will never change.

Leaving the royal family doesn't mean you're disconnected from blood.

"With all due respect, Your Highness. Your Highness should have something to believe in besides me. If you're not there, you have to make it. I have no longer left the royal family. I am also familiar with the deviation, such as being relied upon by me."

"My sister is tough..."

somewhere delightful, and somewhere lonely the side of Sayle,

"It's already been decided. I failed in my royal role. Royal duty. Royal responsibility. I no longer deserve to be a member of the royal family"

That was intolerable to Sheila, who, as a royal family, has devoted her heart and soul to fulfilling her duties as a member of the Royal Abard family.

With the hand of Mizu, with the feet of Mizu, with the will of Mizu, I destroyed from the roots what had been piled up so far.

"And if I do not leave the royal family, I will not be able to bring His Highness to the throne"

"Sister, no way, with that..."

"It's important."

That's Celis' wish.

It wasn't the words, but Sheila thinks so.

Regardless, that's not the only reason.

"Had I remained in the royal family, Gandia would have tried to tailor me to the queen at any cost. That's what Gandhia put up. Because of the flag. If you do not make me queen, righteousness will cease to be made. That's unforgivable to Gandhia. After you tailored me to the queen, you were going to manipulate me to think of Abard."

I don't know if I was thinking that far, even though I thought it was something that Nares-Ragnahorn was going to think about. I'm pretty sure it was an invasion to tailor Sheila to the queen, and that's all I have no doubt about, but I'm not out of my imagination about anything after that. Either way, it must have been hard for Sheila to accept.

"It would be the same thing if I were to take the throne."

"It's not so. At least I think so."

Abad has become more of a Gandhian nation than he can help but move as Gandhian thought. But she thinks it's absolutely better for Sail to inherit the throne than for Sheila to reign as queen.

Of course, I understand that Sail is a child who is not even ten years old yet, and until he grows up, he wants to stay on his side and do it. But if you say that, you're out of kiri.

Untrained remains.

The untrained must be cut off.

"Your Highness, he's still young. Being powerless as a king is natural. But, Your Highness, that's all I need to wear from now on. Let those around you make up for what is missing. Everyone, if it's for Your Highness, should do everything in their power. Your Highness is not alone."

"Sister..."

"You don't have to carry everything in by yourself. Rely on everyone. You don't just rely on it, you rely on it when you need it, just as much as you need it. Then everyone will try to live up to His Highness's expectations."

As I told myself, I said.

You don't have to hold him alone.

I'm saying the words he said to me, as they were.

"Okay. I will remember my sister's teachings, her liver. That way, I feel like my sister is always on my side."

Sayle's smiling at me. A clear smile seemed to indicate that he had grown to remain pure. I can honestly accept what I have said and feed it as it is. That would be Sail's strength.

"What will my sister do?

"I will go to Gandhia"

"To Gandia?

"Yes."

Nod, stand up. Her former samurai kept an eye on this one on the far-roll. I was kind of happy with that, and she almost cried.

"I promise... because I do"

Promise.

He can't even remember.

But she thought it was okay.

Unilateral is fine.

That's okay.

I promised myself. I'm just trying to protect myself.

He did, too.

I promised on my own, I protected him on my own.

He protected me and pulled her back.

(Setuna)

Without him, Sheila wouldn't have been here. So I couldn't even discuss it with Sail.

"Your Highness, if you have any problems, please contact us at any time. I will do everything I can to help you."

Sheila, like that, smiled at Sail.