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

Quiet, time flies.

Very serene, so quiet that my heart can remember peace.

Sheila gently stroked her characteristic white hair as she looked down at the boy taking a nap with her thighs as pillows. A boy named Sail Reus-Abbard. Sheila's fruit brother. It was about six months ago that I learned that my father was different, but I wonder why. It did not change the fact that my sister and brother, even now that Sheila had left the Royal House of Abard and had become just Sheila, could not sever that relationship, etc.

Yes, I couldn't.

November 19th.

Bandor, King Abad's capital, thoroughly destroyed by Sheila, is undergoing reconstruction faster than imagined, also with the help of Gandhia and Benoagard. Not everything just went back to normal, and it will still take time and money to fully rebuild. But it was as fast as a reconstruction that it would be back to normal after a year or two.

Sheila hesitated to come to Bandor.

When I heard that Sail's reign had been decided and even the date of the crowning ceremony, I wanted to be there. But there's no way Sheila deserves that. Sheila could not stop the death of her mother and queen, Sellis Lair-Abbard, nor even the death of Liserg Ray-Abard, who was her father and king. On top of that, he tried to destroy the king's capital and thereby end it all by killing himself.

What a cowardly thing to think of right now.

I was just trying to escape.

I turned away from the reality in front of me and tried to kill myself to escape, that's all. I couldn't kill myself, so for one thing, I tried to get Setuna to kill me. He tried to involve others, destroy many things, and then kill himself.

It is a helplessly foolish, indescribably despicable imitation.

The same thing about quitting being a Royal Abard person. I guess we should shoulder all our responsibilities and fulfill our responsibilities as princesses. but also escaped from it. I ran away. Let this young, little brother carry all the blame.

Like no other, I think of my stupidity and want to curse it.

but you can't run any further here. We have to face it. You have to look at reality, not turn away, and accept what you've done. Otherwise, Sheila won't be able to forgive herself any more.

So I asked Setsuna to accompany me to Bandor. Setsuna gave me a light acknowledgement, as well as caring about Sheila.

'Are you all right?

Just one word, I was happy.

Sheila replied that she was fine. I didn't know the truth, but that's not what I had. Setuna wouldn't have allowed me to accompany her if it wasn't okay. Setuna is so sweet as to be too kind. So I want to be sweet, and I have myself to depend on. Even though I knew I shouldn't do that, it was also true that I wanted to be wrapped up in the kindness of Setuna.

To distinguish herself from such weakness, Sheila stepped on the land of Bandor. Though the scenery of the reconstructed King's Capital had changed from when Sheila destroyed it all, the claw marks of destruction she carved into the King's Capital remained painful. Sheila chewed up the seriousness of what she had done, but her eyesight was still hot on one of the King's Capitals who would welcome her.

Sheila's in Sail's room right now.

After noon today, Sheila received an offer from Sail that she wanted to talk to just the two of us. Though his brother, he is the prince of Abard and the next king. I asked Setsuna if Sheila could handle anything on her own, but he just laughed bitterly.

"You don't have the right to make up your mind about that."

Now it was Sheila's turn to laugh bitterly.

It is only natural, given our current position, that we have come to speak to Setuna from what to what point. Sheila is captain of the Black Beast Squad, a private unit of Setuna. It was Sheila's role now to swear allegiance to Setuna, the leader of Gandhia, not Gandhia, and to move as he instructed. So I also asked Setsuna about this one, but if I tried Setsuna, it might be something like I couldn't even stand that.

And then he went like this.

"If Sheila is the only one your Highness has called, you just have to be polite."

Sheila responded to Sail's call, thanking Setuna for her consideration.

Bandor Castle was not restored exactly as it was before Sheila destroyed it. Reconstruction was more correct than reconstruction, and had changed dramatically in various parts from the previous castle of Bandor.

Bandor is a historic city, and Bandor Castle also used what was built hundreds of years ago as it was. Even if it is not difficult to restore itself, it is not difficult to make it a stronger and more robust castle if we use a more developed technique than it was at the time of the construction of the old Bandor Castle, and it was decided that, given the future accumulation of history, it would be better to build a new castle than to get it back to normal.

They call it Bandor New Castle to distinguish it from its predecessors.

Sheila was guided to a room deep in the castle. Its large room, like the others, had no such thing as decoration, qualitative, as if it were a space for the general public to live in. It seemed very unlikely to be the residence of the royal marquis, whose lives would be burned only by competing for flashfulness and vibrancy.

The whole New Castle, but there's a reason for that. Bandor, including the new castle, is still in the midst of rebuilding. Under such circumstances, there was no way the current Abad royal family could decorate the interior of the New Castle and make only the life of the royal marquis look good. If we do that, we will not only buy the repugnance of the citizens of Wangdu, but we will also be seen with white eyes from the Gandhian government. Abad has been provided with much of the reconstruction costs of the Wang capital by Gandhia. If we get on well with the good thing that the rebuilding of the new castle is under way, funding from the Gandhian government may stop and even the reconstruction of Bandor may become unbearable. In the first place, Abard is now under Gandia's control. Damaging the mood of the Gandhian government is not a good idea.

Abad, whose power has been reduced by civil unrest, is now only able to retain his national soil because he is under Gandia's asylum. That's what I meant by accepting Gandia's rule. Gandhia was responsible for sheltering the dominant Abad territory. At the same time, Abard is under an obligation to obey Gandia's orders.

Gandhia is a huge country. Just getting under the shelter of Gandhia, who boasts an overwhelming power of war and national power, prevents Abad's neighbors from reaching Abad. Charlum will never come to Abad again, and the likelihood of Giuwain or Maldia attacking Abad territory has been extremely diminished. Because if you get your hands on Abad, Gandhia will turn the army over. There is no way that countries that have not been able to leave their small states, such as hostile to Gandia, which boasts immense military power.

In other words, Abad also means Antai as long as he accepts Gandia's rule. In that sense, the Abad government was right to become the ruling country of Gandhia. Even if sovereignty is lost as a result and independence as a nation is lost, it is more than the country itself disappears.

With that in mind, Sheila, face-to-face with Sail. In Sail's waiting room were him, his squire, his maids. The samurai and the samurai also serve as escorts for Sail. Naturally, there are only a few samurai who excelled in martial arts and were once Sheila's subordinates. It was pulled out of Sheila's maidens. You could call it glory. Because the prince's maid of honor means being the king's maid of honor.

The first reunion in months surprised Sheila. Sayle has just turned nine and is just a young child. But they were growing to look different in the months they didn't see each other.

Though his back remained almost unchanged, his face was just a little more masculine.

Sheila was in awe in front of Sail. Naturally. The opponent is a prince of a country, and Sheila, although the ruling country, is only a subordinate of the ruling uncle of that country. You are too different.

"Lord Sheila, I didn't bother to call you when you said you had a role to play as Kingsguard."

"No, Your Highness has nominated me, and I am most delighted. What can I do for you?

Sheila asked carefully, in awe. I'm choosing words, thinking about where they stand. Even a blood-connected brother should not forget the fact that he is an exotic prince.

In the first place, Sheila was always thankful to Sail.

Sayle was the natural heir to the throne, and Sheila was just a princess, who renounced her right to inherit the throne after Sayle's birth. It was inevitable to pay tribute to the next king under his command. Sometimes I acted as a sister if asked, but the majority didn't.

Sayle asked Sheila after being a little lost.

"... there's something you two want to talk about, okay?

"I don't mind."

All right, everybody, back off.

"Ha."

Sail's samurai and samurai gave their salute to Sail and left the room in a flowing motion. She was pleased that the number of samurai with a soft look seemed to be a manifestation of trust in Sheila. Even though I declined my relationship with the Aberd royal family, it doesn't mean that even past connections will be lost.

That could also be Sheila's relationship with Sail -.

"There's nothing else to talk about."

Sail opened his mouth only after a few minutes had passed between us. Until then, Sheila remained in awe and kept waiting for Sail to speak as she listened to the melodies when the clock needle carved. Sail wanted to talk to you about something. Sheila told me to talk to you.

"I will be king tomorrow"

"I know you."

"I'm not worried about being king of a country in this year because the load might be heavy, but General Astar of Gandhia and the ministers will help us, so we're not worried per se. We can do it somehow, and even if we can't, we just need to learn from it."

Sail's words are powerful. I can be sure he'll be able to leave Abard to me. I didn't think it was the word of a child under the age of ten yet. It's incredible, considering Sheila was around the same age. But at the same time, I feel painful.

Isn't it you who made me do that?

"But there's only one thing left to worry about."

"Is it heartbreaking...?

Sheila looked up, unaware of Sail's remainder of her heart. He wasn't looking at us. Somewhere, looking far away.

"I had a sister."

"... Yes"

Something stabs me in the chest. Soft, indelible thorns. It doesn't hurt. But it's painful.

"My sister and I were a long time apart, but to me my sister was the sun, the hope, the goddess, and, anyway, an essential being"

Sail's confession seemed to tighten his chest.

Sheila knew Sayle was admiring herself. It was the one that broke my cheek every time I asked the biographer about Sail's Sheila review, and there were unlimited praises for it face to face. I couldn't resist liking and liking Sheila about such a brother, and that's why Sheila decided to fight for him. Going was for him to be king of Abad, to be his sword and to fight as hard as possible against the shield.

Without knowing it would be a vendetta.

"The sister disappeared neglectfully."

"Your Highness..."

"I want to see my sister. Meet me, I want to talk. I want to talk to Sheila Lewe-Abbard."

Sail's words echo Sheila's heart. It was like crying. Suffering

"Lord Sheila. Please, will you heed my wish? I will be king tomorrow. If you become king, you will not have this kind of endeavor. I can say it now. Just for now, just for this moment, will you go back to your sister?"

"... at all, you are my poor prince"

Sheila loosened her expression and looked into Sail's eyes. Sail's face had already gone back to the kid's.

All this time, I thought you couldn't do it. Weren't you forcing me too much? Didn't you grow up, didn't you just force yourself? They lost their parents, only one sister abandoned their home, abandoned their country, and left. Weren't you lonely or awesome? Weren't you feeling lonely? And it was Sheila who made me do that. Sheila left him alone.

Shouldn't you have stayed on your side until Abard stabilized?

There is no question that I was imprisoned by my values and didn't see around me.

Different emotions strike Sheila and drive self-blame.

"Sister...!

Did Sayle impress or clog the words?

"Sail......"

Sheila graciously embraced his little body as she walked over to Sail.

Then Sheila and Sail spent their first time as sisters and brothers in years.

I spent my time not as the next king and princess, but as just a sister and brother.

In time, Sail fell asleep with Sheila's thighs as pillows, tired of talking. The sleeping face was a tranquil one and seemed satisfied.

Sheila was also pleased to have had these times as well as feeling satisfied.