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

"Hold a bow in the middle of the night."

Sheila seemed to be choosing words.

Even Sheila could have imagined, understandably and naturally, that there was a Gandhian Liberation Army headquarters far ahead of Saran with a bow, but she seemed afraid to put that fact into words. If you put that into words, I guess it's because you're going to admit that Saran is trying to assassinate Leongand. To Sheila's kindness, Saran loosens his cheeks and stops.

"It's rare to hunt at night."

"It won't be rare."

Saran tried to chill out. Sheila had an axe spear in her hand, although it was the armor helmet she wasn't wearing. The axe spear, decorated to mimic the various beasts, is a summoning weapon called Heart of Beast, whose ability is no less than that of any other summoning weapon. Rumors that Bandor, King Abad's capital, was destroyed in an instant seem to be true when Sheila herself is told, that Sheila could be the strongest presence in this liberation army if she could draw on that power.

Most importantly, Saran cannot escape her hand at this distance, even without the use of such abilities. Saran is an ordinary person and Sheila is a user of the Summoning Army. There's no way we're enemies. There is no such thing as an armed summoner without a summoning weapon, or a human being who can fathom a summoning weapon.

"Night is good for hunting animals called humans. Especially if no one knows and hunts."

"... Grandpa"

"But no one knows more than Lord Sheila."

It was a busy thing, Saran said, crushed all over his chest. A full-season Saran would have nursed as light as Sheila was following, shaking it off without difficulty. Of course, shaking off Sheila's pursuit is synonymous with keeping Sheila alert, but even if she was alert, she must have served her purpose.

A little younger, I think.

If I were a little younger, Sheila wouldn't have spoken to me on this occasion, and I wouldn't have blunted my mind.

Saran doesn't hate Sheila. He didn't know anyone as simple, honest, forthright, and yet likeable as she was. By then the woman named Sheila was full of human charm, enough to make me think that depending on Saran's age, he might have elevated his favor to romantic sentiments. While diving through the dead line called the Kruselk War, it would be huge. Since that fight, Saran had seen her feel like a granddaughter, and Sheila had behaved that way.

Even though the country and position were different, it was not more than a pleasure for him to have built a pattern that way, and I felt I had a reason to live the rest of my life just waiting for death.

So I can't hide my confusion that she has appeared and spoken on this occasion.

"Are you trying to assassinate me?"

"I'm just hunting."

Tell.

"The lion with the eyes of a ship."

"Stop. Stop."

Sheila shakes her head big. Her face, illuminated by the moonshadow, was filled with sorrow.

(Don't look like that)

Saran wanted to, but he couldn't. I guess Sheila's grieving because Saran's betrayal of Gandhia will put an end to the relationship. She's that kind of woman. She's a compassionate, sweet woman. So Saran liked her, and he didn't want to break his relationship with her.

Of course, I understand as much as this arrow will thoroughly destroy me.

"Do that, what's the point"

"I am but one minister of the royal family of Ishika. Only obey if the royal life is given. Questioning the meaning there is useless. That's how you'll know."

"... right. Exactly. Then you know what I'm gonna do."

"Yeah, you're right to argue with me in your shoes."

Sheila is no longer the princess of Abard. He is under the command of Gandia's collar, Setuna-Kamiya, and is captain of his direct combat unit, the Black Beast Squad. I mean, it's Gandhia's move.

But it's too late.

Saran told me. The bow stands. The angle of shot, the range, the strength of the wind, the orbit of the arrow, the state of the thread junction, every calculation had been made. Just turn around, double-check, and let go. That alone would pierce the darkness of the night, rub through the thread junction, and break through the frown of Leongand.

"Grandpa!"

As Sheila's sad scream pierced her ear, Saran squeezed and let go of the arrow. In the moment the arrows are released, they are assembled. Fight, but there's no way Sheila can compete with her power. The opponent's physical abilities are raised to the bottom by the Summoning Army. No, even if she hadn't used a subpoena, Saran would have pushed and lost to her. With the power of the old man, though a man, and with her young and still harsh workouts, it is not even necessary to compare.

"Oh my God...!

Hear Sheila scream as she is assembled on the ground and bites the taste of the earth. I know how she feels, painfully. Even as Saran, it's pathetic. I destroyed my relationship with her, my relationship with Gandhia, with all my hands. That's the end of everything. Saran's life and Gandhia's life count are exhausted.

"What is this... this...!

"I would have said. He said it was a royal life."

"Knock..."

I can't get my body up by the weight and force put on my back, and I won't allow one axe spear protruding near my neck to wander around. It may be said that it is completely subdued, and no way to reverse it from this situation could come to Saran's mind. But it doesn't matter anymore. In the first place, it's impossible, for example, to escape from around this camp for escaping her confinement. Leongand's death will wake up the sleeping ones, turning the armed summoners to their enemies, starting with The Lion's Tail. Sooner or later they would have been discovered, detained and killed.

That was Sheila, that's all.

I wonder how long it took me to stand while I was being ambushed.

Sheila didn't take a single move, keeping Saran laid together. I won't even try to take Saran to the camp. I wondered what she was doing, she was apparently crying, and Sheila's moaning tightened Saran's chest. Because I can see that she's caring about Saran. I think again that she is a woman of deep emotion.

I wasn't envious of Setuna being loved by her like that.

"Bow Saint is still strange."

To a voice that sounded unexpected, Saran narrowed his eyes. There's nothing more unpleasant about being disturbed by sentiment. The voice of a young man. I realized that it was the voice of the swordsman Esq-Soma, known as the "Swordsman," because he has an awesome bowman under his command. I've been paying attention to Dorin-Nog for a long time.

"If it hadn't slipped at all. Oh, they'd have been in danger."

"Esq?"

"What..."

In an attempt to hear what he was saying, Saran was stunned when he realized a fact. The camp is still quiet. Sounding in the hills of the night is the noise of the night birds, whispers of the bugs. The wind shakes the trees, the branches rub together, and the melodies flow on a quiet night. It is obviously odd that the camp, which is supposed to be assassinating the king and making a fuss, is keeping such silence.

Doesn't that mean the assassination was unsuccessful?

Otherwise, there is no way we can maintain so much silence. It was impossible, such as being assassinated and quieted back by Leongand.

"Your arrow, our best bowman shot it off."

Esq's words were, in short, incredible. You can call it a blue sky thunderbolt. It was totally unimaginable, and something I didn't expect. It's not that I didn't hit Leongand, or that I was inhibited by the thread junction. It is not usually possible, such as an unleashed arrow being ejected off an arrow that would reach its goal in an instant.

"Your Majesty is safe. Relieved, princess."

"Safe... Your Majesty..."

"Maybe he doesn't even realize he was targeted with an arrow."

"Oh no... stupid..."

"You might not have done this if you'd let the arrows go exactly as you were aiming," said Doreen.

Esq's chilling words pierce him. I had that feeling, like a sharp blade being pushed against my neck muscle, because it was an unexpected word.

Saran was going to let go of the arrow just like he was going to.

"Thanks to the princess? You missed your aim."

Lose the word.

"Whatever. Because you - I mean, the fact that Ishika plotted to assassinate His Majesty and moved it into action - won't go away. Princess, I'm taking you."

"Wait, please."

I could see Sheila turning back to Esq as she laid Saran together.

"What the fuck?"

"Are you sure your majesty is safe?

"Oh."

"If so...!

"I'm guessing you can't miss Saran-Kilclade's betrayal, huh?

"... No, that's not it..."

Seeing where it had gotten to, she seemed, for a moment, to have thought about it. Sweet. Sweet, but I think that sweetness is probably why Sheila's sheila is so sweet. It's kind to me. This meant that Saran was perceived as her body, and that fact left something bitter in Saran's chest. I don't even know why I learned such bitterness.

No, that could be why I took the arrow off.

"No matter how much we do, we can't fix this grandfather's guilt. If you do that, you will betray His Majesty until we do. His Majesty is not the only one. You will betray the Admiral. Your precious Setuna."

"... right"

"If you get it, give me a hand. We're not the ones who decide what to do with Grandpa."

"Oh......"

Saran's body became lighter because Sheila left. Caused abusively by esc. Feeling Sheila's intricate gaze, Saran sighed a little.

"My loss."

"Go to Doreen and do it."

Esq has gone unexpectedly with his long hair up.

'Cause he wanted you.'

Only Esq's words remained in the darkness of silence and disappeared.