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

Rubeles Raegnus-Diehl.

Called the Holy King.

He is the king of the kingdom of Holy Deal and the one who hits the lord of Midgard.

A blonde eyed man with blonde hair, never young. Being his age as Midgard, he did, however, look somewhat younger than Midgard. It would be because it doesn't have wrinkles, or because it has a good appearance. Sometimes it was a battlefield, an army outfit. It's been a long time since I've seen him in armor. It's been years. For over a decade, I may not have seen it.

In the first place, wearing armor from the King Mizu was unlikely in Deal. There can be no outposts, no civil unrest, no military activities, etc. There can be no such thing as an appearance from the Holy King Mizu in the Crusade of the Imperial Devil.

"To Gandhia, you were there, weren't you? Damn, you're in trouble."

Rubeles shook his head to do it.

"Yes... but that too -"

"That's for research, too, Kane. I'm tired of hearing it."

"But in order to complete the Demon Crystal doll, there's more to it than doing so..."

Though I thought I had an excuse, I couldn't say anything else. Rubeles' permission was not even obtained for the study and development of the Demon Crystal doll, something that the Demon Crystal Institute of Technology was pursuing confidentially. But to get here, he decided it was impossible to hide it through. First, Urk stands next to Midgard. Until then, if you are asked about her, who is very similar to a human being but completely different from a human being. Or I can't even keep the carriage waiting.

I was anxious.

The reward of the Holy King's success in mass production of the Demonic Crystal Doll drove him to Deal. In this battle.

It is extremely likely that mass-produced Demon Crystal dolls have been put into service.

Rubeles looked out for Urk. I'm not surprised by the intriguing twist. The bare gesture of knowing about the Demonic Crystal doll.

"Is she your magic doll? They use black demonic crystal stones in the heart nucleus, but are they stable?

"There's something hard to say about it being stable, but sooner or later, I'm going to stabilize it"

Answering, Midgard understood that Rubeles knew more about the Demonic Crystal doll. As reported, I guess he was right in his reasoning that the Demon Crystal doll was mass-produced and that Rubeles would be deeply involved in that mass-production plan. I don't know how Rubeles found out about the R&B of the Demonic Crystal doll. Maybe there was a traitor inside the lab. If the Holy King uses his power, there is no way anyone can turn against him. For that reason, even if a traitor came out of within the institute, it was not Midgard's intention to resent it.

I have no choice.

Sooner or later.

Rubeles has sarcastically narrowed his eyes.

"That's your limit."

"Is...?

"I have already succeeded in the stable activation of the Demonic Crystal Doll. Mass production."

(Again)

No shock. Results as inferred. But I couldn't stop my heart trembling. Why was Rubeles able to successfully produce a mass production of Demonic Crystal dolls? It was Urk who finally managed to create it, starting with Midgard, bringing together the wisdom and knowledge, passion and soul of the researchers.

"Look, pay. Those are my dolls."

Looking in the direction indicated by Rubeles, there were, indeed, countless demonic crystal dolls. Ten, not twenty bodies. Hundreds, no. A few more Demon Crystal dolls stand up and look at this one. Pale and luminous eyes would be eyes with demonic crystal stones. Gray hair is just like wolk. However, the appearance is different from that of Urk. Urk is an extinct beauty, but the mass production type was not as good as Urk's, even if she was a beauty. In order to mass produce, there would be no need to abandon some attention. They all must have had a feminine appearance because the original body belonged to Urk. If Urk were male, the mass-produced Demon Crystal doll would have looked masculine too.

"That's... mass-produced"

Midgard saw the dolls standing neatly together and flashed. Wolk is looking out for you, too. I slipped my neck.

"That's right. That's the mass production type. Well, maybe there's a part of it that needs to be sharpened in order to mass produce, and I can't deny that there's a worse side to it than your Demon Crystal doll. but if you mass produce it, it doesn't matter, like the performance of the whole thing. Because numbers are the power."

"But how..."

"How? That's why you're so stupid."

A golden eye looked to Midgard. Extraordinary. My heart trembles. Kneel. Unconsciously, my mind gives in. Fear.

"Maybe you don't think you could have created a Demon Crystal doll by yourself, do you?

"Of course, Your Majesty. With everyone's help..."

"Yes, you got a heavenly revelation and were able to complete the Demon Crystal doll even tentatively for the first time. Why is that? Have you ever thought about it? Have you ever wondered that it's impossible for a human being like you to create a group of weapons beyond human knowledge and finally create a puppet weapon that resembles a human being?"

Rubeles had a chilling grin and looked down at Midgard.

"I didn't really believe that humans were the creators or the creators."

"What..."

"You came to me when you boiled. Talked to me and got a flash in conversation with me. Got the heavens. Revelation. Each time you were able to advance your research. I was able to proceed with the development. Didn't you feel strange? Didn't you wonder? Don't you even think about it? Meeting and talking to me was nothing but a change of mood for you."

"What else do you mean..."

"Don't you get it yet? That's a bad guess. It's such a bad spin that I don't think of it as a rare genius researcher. But that's natural, too. I can't even imagine I'm the backbone of your ideas."

"The backbone of the idea?

"That's right. I have guided your research and successfully led your development. By my power you have been able to demonstrate your gift. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have remembered to manufacture magic crystal weapons or anything. Not to mention being a human being, but also not being created, such as a puppet weapon that made him look like a human being. You were just dancing on my palm."

"Oh no..."

"That's not possible. Do you really think so? I'm not going to say that this world has as simple a structure as you can imagine. The reality is a little more complicated than you think and a little more elusive. Well, it's somewhat like that, and I don't know if I understand it. It may be a hopeless reality for you, one child."

Rubeles' words thrust on. To the earlobes, to the eardrums, to the brain, to the soul. Such a feeling that everything I've ever done has been denied from the ground up. In fact, I guess so. If Rubeles' words are true, then neither Midgard's research nor its development can but mean that Rubeles was as he thought. Both the Devil's Crystal Weapons Group, which took over research and engaged in development, and the Devil's Crystal Dolls, which carried out research and development based on flashes from Mizumi, were all the results that Rubeles wanted.

When he understood the fact, Midgard was beaten hard.

"But, well, it's an indisputable fact that without you, no toy would have been born, such as a magic crystal doll. In that sense, I appreciate it. It is no exaggeration to say that we have been qualified as winners. With all this power, you can't lose anything."

"What... are you thinking?"

"Hmm?"

"Breaking the country, breaking the ban, invading a small group of nations - what does that mean?"

"The country is... forbidden... hey"

Rubeles laughed all the more at what was strange. It was ridicule and scorn that came to mind in that expression, and it seemed that there was no Holy King there who knew him. Because it was like someone else.

"That's not what happened."

"Didn't...?

"No, there was, but it was just a convenience not to upset the equilibrium of the blame on the fool. The equilibrium created by the establishment of three major forces: Vashtalia, Zaion and my Deal. Just right for buying time to get out. I must have thought the same thing, whether it be Vashtalia or Zaion. We need time. I really needed time to get through the others and grab the win. equilibrium for that. for that, implicit understanding"

Rubeles' story was as if he himself had led the Deal hundreds of years ago and was involved in the establishment of equilibrium. And Midgard shuddered because he could see that there were no lies there at all.

"If a foolish king advances his army to a small group of nations and the equilibrium breaks down, his time will also be wasted. That makes no sense. Then you can't help but grasp the victory. We have to win. We can't afford to delay Vashtalia, Zaion, etc."

"Victory is what?"

"It's about getting the promised land."

Rubeles' words were completely incomprehensible.

(Promised land? Is that some place name?

If it's a place name, it's something you're likely to find soon, but if you look where you needed to build equilibrium and buy time to find it, you can see that it wasn't even as easy to find. Promised land. From its name, I can imagine that it is a place of great significance. From the story, I guess it's where the three forces are looking for it. And it seems to me that we can find the place and what we have in our hands can win.

Does such a thing exist in this world?

"Well, I can't help it with you."

And here's what he's been doing.

"Midgard, follow me. And behold the moment when I will seize victory and be ruler of this world. And by then, your long-standing wishes will come true."

"My... wish"

"You would have wanted it. Ever. That's what I'm gonna give you. When it's all over."

looks up all the time. It's the woman's face that's behind her brain. I couldn't even wipe the tears of a crying woman, bitter memory.

I could see Rubeles' back moving away. A relaxed foothold. Elegant and irreplaceable majesty. It seemed to me that he had an unusual power to see a general across the street from Rubeles struck by that authority and plain clothes.

No, actually, I guess it's not a regular person.

From the mouthfeel, it was.

Do you think it's paranormal? Do such things exist?

Even if Rubeles were such a being, this indelible sense of defeat would have been difficult. Denied everything. I felt denied the significance of existence from the ground up. Research, development, even passion, everything, has been denied from the ground up. Bite your teeth at the palatability.

"Midgard"

I guess what Urk has been calling out for is worrying about Midgard, who doesn't even try to get up on his knees. Urk was becoming able to take such care of himself by his contact with Setuna. Emotional expression enriched, should I say? That was a pleasure for Midgard and I am sure it was the right answer that got her to meet Setuna. Today, I can only continue to activate without any problems because I met with Setsuna and was supplied with specific wave light directly.

"Urk......"

"What does that mean?"

"It's none of your business."

"Doesn't matter?

"That's right. You are my greatest masterpiece. I'll give it to you."

With the thought of spitting blood reflexes, I tell you.

"Something I don't know, something I'll give you."

"Midgard?"

Nothing responded to the little neck shaking wolk, and he stiffened his fist and punched him on the ground.

The only way to dispel this sense of defeat is to resist it.

Destiny.