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

"I wonder what it is."

It wasn't until Ozfeld left, Luveris left and Halbert moved during his training with Shivula for a while that Bain snapped like any other HR. Which means there's only two Sid and Bain in the break room.

"Saana."

It was a quiet time. Only the clashing sound of a wooden sword heard from between the exercises breaks its silence. The lounge room and the training places of Hulberto and Shivula are apart, so the wooden sword clash was not that loud either. He may have bothered to start me on the edge between the exercises. Everyone knew that Hulberto was a caretaker, and Shivula was no less a caretaker than Hulberto. I guess that's why Hulberto admires Shivula because that's where the wavelengths fit.

It means that Fairling, who left Hulberto to Shivula, was right to make the decision.

Shivula said he joined the Knights at the same time as Fairling and has known each other for a long time. Fairling has a good understanding of Shivula's personality and aptitude and seems to have determined that he is the only one who can entrust Hulberto, the only survivor of the Benoagard royal family. And that wasn't a mistake, if you look at the healthy growth of Hulberto, you'll know better. Hulberto lived a more spectacular life than anyone else, but grew up to be a good person as a good, untrustworthy youth itself. That and this could have been because he has always acted with Shivula since he joined the Knights.

Second, think about that.

Knights relationships are complicated. It's not easy to understand, and just because you understand doesn't mean there's anything. I didn't even want to know. I am familiar with the relationship between Shivula and Hulberto because they are knights named after thirteen knights and colleagues in the Knights cadres. If they were just orthodox or quasi-knights, Sid wouldn't have been interested in that strange relationship either.

Speaking of strange, so do we.

Call your first name.

"Bain."

"What?

The big man by the name of Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt is the only one who boasts such a rough body that he could occupy the narrow space of the rest room. Its power is tremendous when it comes to sitting in a chair, and many of the obedient knights (apprentices) who have just joined the Knights are said to be overwhelmed by that giant alone. I've been a man like a chunk of muscle since I first met him, but I'd say he's gained even more density these past few years.

Sid continued his words, staring at Bain's suspicious expression.

"You're still strong."

Don't take it for granted.

Bain says, even naturally.

In fact, it's natural, so it's impossible for him to react like that. Bain has a great muscle quality and quantity. Nor is it a lie that the Knights possess the greatest power. It's doubtful if they say it's the strongest knight in the Knights, but if we talk about the Knights having the biggest power, no one will deny it. If you do not use force, there is no mistake when it comes to the strongest. Sid was beaten in earlier training because he is more powerful in the human body itself. Though I don't feel like losing at sword speed, it wasn't the sword that decided the battle, it was the power of the flesh.

Quietly admit it.

"Right."

"... what's going on?

"No, a little, remember."

"Remember? What are you doing?

Sid felt the heat as Bain rode himself out.

"Nothing... it's a boring story"

"It's boring... I don't care if you don't want to talk about it"

"Oh, it helps if you say so"

Sid smiled bitterly. Bain is eating down.

"It's you... you're curious"

"Never mind."

I tell you without a nibble, but Bain doesn't want to back down.

"I care"

"He says don't"

"Wow. I'm not listening anymore."

That's how I sat out Bain, but after a while I've been peering at Sid. He still cares, but Sid didn't answer at all. I also felt kind of different about putting it into words.

I had a nostalgic dream.

It's a little embarrassing to put that dream into words.

(Dreams. Yes, those are dreams)

Sid closed his eyes again as he returned his gaze to the stone ceiling. There is no mistake in Shivula's view that he should remain at rest for a while.

When I closed my eyes, I couldn't help but remember the landscape of my dreams. I heard voices. Nostalgic voice. The voice I heard in my dreams.

"- What, you're alive?"

He felt something uninterrupted in the voice that jumped right after he opened his lid. It's just a saying that you should be dead, and not a saying no to a dying human being. I guess it's because I thought so. When I realized it, I was blurring back at him.

"... I don't know what, what"

"Well, I didn't know you could still slap such a slap in the face like that, but you might be a big guide."

It was the big man who laughed so hard. He's taller than Sid and much bigger in stature. The muscularly lumpy body seemed quicker to count from the top among the Knights, many of whom boasted of their forged flesh. At first glance, that's what I think, so I guess it's too much. I have been working out for a long time. The hair I stroked behind was brown, and the slight iris of my eyes was blue. He was the owner of a look reminiscent of some wild beast, and I was surprised to see if there was such a figure in the Knights Knights to be ruled by reason and intelligence. I've been in the Knights for a few years, but I don't know all the knights who belong to the Knights. I'm sure we've met somewhere, but I don't remember. Perhaps you're focusing your consciousness on something else, and you don't remember or something.

(To such an eye...?

Reverse the other person's words, I think of them. And the pain struck me like nothing, but it didn't seem to be deadly. The pain is running all over my body. My whole body, everywhere, is feverish and screaming. Trying to move his body at all, he refused to even move as the pain increased in intensity.

The location is not in front of the Knights headquarters where they fought failing rings. Some room. It's probably a room inside the Knights headquarters, an ambulance room or something. Seeing where nobody but the big man is, he's probably paying for it. The Knights headquarters was dominated by a faction of failing rings, and their faction of failing rings is marching to control the Royal Castle.

Sid moved with his father to stop the outrage, and his father and brother were slaughtered.

Sid should have been killed, too.

But for some reason, he's alive. Perhaps both my father and brother are alive. Have pale expectations.

"Dear Sid! Where is Master Sid?!?

When I thought I heard a sad scream from afar, the sound of my shoes rushing through the hallway slapped my ears and eventually one boy entered the room where Sid was sleeping, thinking it was the emergency room. You look familiar to a blonde, blue-eyed boy. Rather, he has been in a position like Sid's servant for less than the past decade. Rowfa-Saivas. When he found Sid indoors, he gave a relief look and rushed over.

"Oh good......! You were safe!

"... if only this were safe."

"You will be alive, so make sure you are safe......!

"If that's what you are, that's fine"

Sid accepted Rowfa's words because his reaction was full of sadness. To see what he said and did, I guess Sid's father and brother died without taking a life. Such certainty was created. The pale expectations were smashed in an instant, so it was neither sad nor painful. Maybe because I thought it was something that was already dead. He might be alive, also because he didn't expect it so strongly. In the first place, my brother had been decapitated. There's no way he's alive. I thought it was just my father, but it's hard to imagine him living with all those wounds.

That was the same for Sid.

"Did you know anyone? Then it's not my turn."

The big man got up. He may have distracted me, but Sid, he called him off. I need to ask you something.

"Wait."

"What?

"Why am I alive?

When asked, the indoors were engulfed in silence for a moment. I know you never thought you'd ask such a question, but the big man, staring at this one, grinned sarcastically. The words that are spouted are also irony itself.

"Well, then, merciful Fairling's mercy is upon you."

"Failing......"

Dear Sir,

A man, he's going to make a cold correction. The words were as sharp as a blade and had the feeling of being stuck in my throat. The next time it was called aside, it would kill him, so sharp was his words and expression.

"Be careful how you hear your mouth. If I didn't want to waste my life I picked it up."

"Advice, thank you. I don't know what to say, but I need to ask you one more thing."

"What?

"What's your name?

When asked, the big man blew out what was wrong.

"Ha, how do you know my name?

I thought this was on the brink of something.

I know from his remarks that he didn't help me. But I'm pretty sure Sid was seeing me until he woke up. It is unclear why he did that to me. Most likely an order from above, I can't think of anything else. Even if it was, it's not a different, strange story to feel odd about someone who is supposed to be dead and who has been present in that awakening.

The big man stared at this one as he stood.

"... well, isn't that bad? It's me, Bain. Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt"

"Oh... you're that Bain"

Sid snapped looking at Bain's muscle-like body. The long-time name Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt was the name of a person who has nothing even the Knights don't know about. Sid, too, only knows his name well. He was the most problematic child of the Knights and one of the Knights' leading monstrosities. I often remember Sid's father, Jig, haunting his head about his treatment. Zig, as a Knights executive, often fell under the guidance of associate knights, squire knights. Bain has been famous as a problem child since his obedient knighthood, and Jig said he was rambunctious enough to throw out instruction as well. Sid never saw him because his mentor as Sid's knight wasn't a jig, and he wasn't in sync or anything with Bain.

"What the hell?"

"You are a celebrity. There's nothing the Knights don't know."

"You're jealous of the mutton fish."

Bain went to spit it out. You may indeed be right. Isn't there something that certifies him as a problem child because he can't handle him and lowers his hoarding? At least, Jig didn't refer to him as a problem child. It's just that I was ashamed of my lack of guidance.

"I guess so."

"Bain...... that Bain!? Dear Sid, you shouldn't get involved too much..."

It goes without saying that Rowfa has been earing at Sid, but he was loud enough to hear Bain's ear. The cavalier apprentice boy couldn't do a clever imitation. Bain looked uncomfortably at Rowfa like that and went.

"Are you a mutton fish? Mr. Rowfa?"

"Miscellaneous fish is fine! Because I'm not like you!

Rowfa says it back with perseverance. The only person with twice as much guts may be a boy when it comes to being a boy. Bain was the one who ate Rowfa's reaction.

"What the hell... okay. Well, now I'm going."

"Oh."

"Bye, Mr. Sid."

Sid looked at the back of the big man leaving the room with one hand up until the door closed. I didn't know then if he knew Sid's name because Rowfa called Sid's name, or if he had known it for a long time. Later, when Fairling entrusted him with conveying Sid, he learned that he had been given his name.

Anyway, that was when Sid, Bain and Rowfa started and looked at each other, and it was the beginning of an odd edge.

"- Dear Sid!

Sid opened his eyes and looked at you at the scream that jumped in unexpectedly. At the break room entrance and exit between the exercises, there is the figure of Rowfa Zan-Seivas. Strange that it doesn't match what I dreamed of, Sid had to be confused for a while. But when I immediately understand and grasp that this is not a dream, but a reality, his appearance and age coincide. Rowfa will be 21 this year.

Rowfa in his dreams was only a mid-teenager and not even a knight.

"Mr. Rowfa, it's too late."

When Bain openly provoked Rowfa, Rowfa laughed at Bain like that with her nose.

"I'm not free, unlike you."

"I'm not free, either."

"Since you're free, you're putting out your energy for training, aren't you?

"Then don't mean Mr. Sid sleeping here is free."

"I'm not saying that!

When Rowfa immediately denied it, he approached Sid's pillow and went again.

"I didn't say it!

"I know, I know."

That said, I laugh bitterly. Rowfa's tone is returning to the dream.

"I don't think we're gonna cut it out yet."

"... Huh?

"It's a habit of calling me"

"Oh... is that what you mean"

Rowfa gave a subtle look.

"It's not like you're going out. This is how I live, thanks to all of the Rufaus family."

"But no, you are one knight. And enough to count as thirteen knights. I don't mind you thanking the Rufaus family, but you are no longer my squire. You don't have to respect me."

"But..."

"It's no use saying, Mr. Sid. This guy, he's your follower at the root."

Bain has gone with an ironic look, perhaps because the word believer was unleashed on everyone on this occasion. It was no exaggeration to say that I believe in thirteen knightly things, one will. That's what you can even call fanatical. Or, if you're not enthusiastic, you're not so hunted down that you don't think about it and have to keep believing.

I just believe because I need it.

The world needs salvation.

"You know exactly what I mean."

That's Rowfa. Is he aware of the sincerity of Bain's statement or is he not there? Even if you are aware of it, it is possible that you are pretending not to be aware of it.

"Ha... it's weirder not knowing"

"What do you mean?

He said it was too easy to understand.

If Bain snaps, Rowfa snaps.

"You sound like I'm a simple person, don't you?

"Is that what you're saying?

"... I don't want to be told by a guy like a chunk of simplicity"

"Who says it's simple?

Now Bain approaches Rowfa and it becomes as if his position has been reversed. The usual. The usual interaction without other love. You two are never good friends. Rowfa doesn't like Bain, and Bain doesn't count on Rowfa either. But the two acknowledge each other's strength. That's why we don't quit acting together. Rowfa, who tries to be with Sid, is still a person who doesn't even like being with his opponents, such as Bain, who can't even recognize his strength.

"It's you, Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt"

"Hey..."

"You guys are really close."

"... Also, is it ironic"

"It's ironic."

When Sid admitted it, Rowfa looked like she couldn't say anything back.

But it's not a bad thing.

"What is it?

"It's a good thing we're friends."

When Sid told him again, Rowfa and Bain looked at each other and gave him an indescribable look.

In that way, five hundred and two years of December will pass.

If the year breaks and the snow breaks that closes the border between Benoagard and Maldia, the battle will resume. I can't imagine what the battle of Maldia will bring to Sid. Ozfeld said Sid and the others could also be mobilized.

That means it can develop into the biggest battle in the history of the Knights.

I had a strange heartbeat.