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

July 3, 5003, continental calendar.

Neewe was put through during the Imperial Castle/Tabernacle. Neewe, just one, and the ministers weren't even allowed to follow. It was meticulous, but given the emperor Siwelhein Leighnas-Zaion's physical safety, naturally, there was no complaint.

During the sight, it was a circular hall. A splendid cylinder stands on the outer perimeter of the hall, supporting the hemispheral ceiling. The ceiling was quite high, and the sunlight entered through the windows provided on the wall, which became rain of light and poured down between the sights. In addition, countless magic crystal lamps were installed on the walls, and the light of those magic crystal lamps was illuminated during the time when the sun did not enter and during the weather.

It was Mills Els-Zaion, head of the Kingsguard Knights, who guided Niewe during the gaze, leading him to the back of the gaze.

Niewe wears a mask that covers her entire head and is dressed up on it. The deformed body deforms somewhat as Niewe wishes. Therefore, there is no interruption in wearing clothes. However, since it does not change that it is an ugly monster, I have decided that it could not and should not be shown to one. An alienated body can be called a kind of Imperial Demon. It was as disastrous as that, and at first glance it wasn't strange to be judged evil.

"Dear Niewe Raam-Alsur, I have brought you"

Mills kneels on the spot.

Niewe learned from it, too.

Forward, there was an authoritative throne, and I could see one old man sitting there. The only person between us is that person. Without other escorts, there are no queens or princes, or heavy ministers lined up in their faces.

Just one, sitting down.

Siwelhein Leighnas-Zaion. He is the current emperor and ruler of the Zion Empire. The hair that was once black and beautiful was dyed brilliantly white by the time it was stunning, but I didn't get the feeling that I was old from the look or the nagging. Rather, it is magnificent in itself and the intelligent glow emanating from your eyes is something that does not make you feel old. The rough body is proof that he has not always failed to maintain it, and it is clear to anyone that he is the person the Emperor deserves. The luxurious costume based on black and gold and the crown on the head seemed to shine as proof that he was an emperor.

"Thank you. You may step back"

"... Ha"

Mills seemed to say something, but he answered instantly and stood up. Although I looked back at this one and glanced at Niewe's eyes, I still felt nothing and left between glances.

Niewe watched Siwelhein's shoes as she knelt down until she could no longer hear Mills' shoes. Shoes that can only be described as luxury items were made only for the Emperor. These boots are black based and decorated with goldsmiths. It has an artistic beauty.

Eventually, when Mills couldn't hear his shoes, there was a closing sound of the door between the glances.

There was a moment of silence. Sometimes the emperor and I were alone, and the tension was just nagging, as if the heavy pressure were going to hit Niewe's entire body.

"Niewe Raam-Alsur"

"Ha."

In reply, Niewe's voice climbed slightly because she was trying to reach the extreme of tension. Face up. A dull, shining golden eye looked at this one. Extraordinary. It's like I was spotted in an instant to the bottom of my mind, I have that feeling. Siwelhein raised one hand. Invite.

"Come to this."

"Is...?

"Come closer," he said.

"... I'm home"

Neewe stood up quickly, a few steps closer, surprised by what she could not have predicted. Again, kneel.

"More."

"Ha... Now, are you sure?

"A little more"

Nearing as he was urged, he was about two steps away from the throne, and Neewe's tension was closer to its limit. He is the emperor. There must be no disrespect, and I do not know what would be disrespectful. It even depends on the emperor's mood. Just a minor glitch can be serious. Let's get nervous too. Let's also feel the heavy pressure. Let's scream in the stomach too.

"That's right. So, good."

Siwelhein nodded satisfactorily, but Niewe had no idea why his father had called himself nearby, and he had to want to leave early.

"Now I can see your eyes well."

I don't know what Siwelhein means, either.

"Are you an eye…"

"That's right. But to see what I've seen, here's what else to do."

"Huh...?

At first siwelhein narrowed his eyes. I'm ordering you.

"Take the mask."

"... but"

"I'm listening. They want me to show you my deformed body."

"Ha"

I will have to obey the force that makes me feel compelled to say yes or no.

Niewe quickly removed the mask and took it off. Hold the mask aside and expose your face. Siwelhein must have turned out to be a rugged face because his alien half was more vicious than he could have imagined. Although Nina and the Three Kings have embraced it, many others, if you look at Niewe's face, are astonishing and fearful of fighting. And it's normal that you can't wipe away your fears.

"... is that alienation"

"Yes."

"Hmm. It's definitely somewhat disastrous. If you cover it with a mask, it might have caused confusion. Neewe, let's just say you were right."

"It's an honor to keep it as a compliment. Sire."

"And what did those eyes see?"

I had the illusion that Siwelhein's eyes emitted light. No, was it an illusion, or not? Haven't you really emitted light? Confusion arose in Niewe's head because something pierced Niewe's consciousness the moment her golden eyes emitted. For a moment, my thoughts were torn apart, and I didn't know anything. For a moment. Just for a moment. In the next moment, there was no longer a sense that something had penetrated or that it had been torn apart, and it was back to normal. All I can say is illusion.

"Ooh...... Ooh!

Siwelhein embarked on herself and was excited. Both hands grabbing Niewe's shoulder and both eyes peering into Niewe's eyes. Golden eyes. Strange eyes with an extraordinary glow. Enchanted and swallowed. I can't move. I can't react. I don't know anything.

"Right. There it is... there it is."

Only Siwelhein's voice was heard.

"Is it still true? After all, it was. The child of destiny was. That day, that night, what I felt for my mother was no mistake."

"What... are you saying...?

Perhaps the only reason I was finally able to squeeze my voice out was because Siwelhein took her hand off my shoulder and freed Niewe.

"But it brings glory to our empire."

I notice that Siwelhein's knobs are being gentle by the time they are unusual. I feel uncomfortable. Never before has Siwelhein given such a look. From birth to today, all the time. I remember all the disappointed expressions.

"Neewe. What do you want?

"My desire… is it?

Confused by abrupt questions. I have no idea what Siwelhein is thinking.

"That's right. That's what I wanted. Whatever it may be, let it come true. If you want to be the next emperor, that's fine. If you want to marry Nina, let's give her permission immediately. If you want to have a country, that's fine too."

As Siwelhein describes Niewe's aspirations, said

"At dawn, when the empire of Zaion was the one that made the world a unifying place, shall we fulfill all our wishes?"

"Your Majesty...?

"That was Fate's child. He carried good luck to my empire and promised me victory. Hope should take precedence over everything."

I couldn't stop my heartbeat at the fact that the inexplicable was going on without understanding the meaning of the words Siwelhein stood up from the throne and said away.

And the inexplicable changes acceleratingly to something more serious, but Niewe still doesn't know.