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

"Is that Ozfeld?

To the voice he was called from behind, he became angry. Near the center of Castle Benoa, destroyed and abandoned by the explosion of Extempest. Under the starry night sky, the voice that suddenly slapped his tympanic membrane was a familiar voice. Sounds familiar, but burnt to memory. But it's a voice that should never have been able to hear flesh again, and that's why upset runs in his mind. The heartbeat is faster and the pain runs.

"What are you doing here?"

The voice was not a hallucination or anything. A definite flesh voice. Sound emitted from the flesh. I couldn't help but palpitate. Turn around. It is one old gentleman sitting blindly on the ruins who jumps into sight. The moment I heard the voice, the figure painted behind Ozfeld's brain remained intact and was there. What's the difference? Even the outfit was what he imagined it to be. The person he knew had always worn white courtesy clothes. Because I even believed that doing so would increase majesty. There was even a tsunami that power was to be dressed.

"Father...?

Ozfeld was not surprised to see the man's obscure expression. Everything was that of a man he knew, to that reputation, to his face, to the way his lips were distorted. Egbird-Ward. He is the head of the Ward family predecessors and his father. Is it because of the stars that my skin looks blue and white, or because I'm not vibrant? In any case, there was discomfort in the bloodless skin.

"What's up? Is there something on my face? No, more than that. First, what's going on? What the hell is this tragedy..."

For Egvard, it was only natural that the current state of Castle Benoa was more important than Ozfeld's reaction. For him, it was more a top priority about himself than his tracking son, and that was before as a Ward family policy, and Osfeld himself, had never been dissatisfied with that. In the Ward family, the predominant Egbird takes precedence in everything. It was Egbird's opinion that became the Ward family's policy, and Egbird was just. Black, for example, became white when he spoke of white. Exactly, he was supposed to be the king of the Ward family, but that's not just what his power orientation made him do, it's what he's been handed down to the Ward family for generations.

To the person in front of him showing such a response as Egbird was, Ozfeld had no choice but to run into doubt.

"Are you really... your father?

"What are you talking about? Do I look like someone other than me?

Egbird stares at me with dignity. Which of those expressions, words and deeds, was very Egbird-Ward one of them, not someone else, etc. But it's an incredible sight for him.

"No...... but"

"But what?

"Father, you must not be in this world anymore."

"... Hmm?

Egbird frowned when he heard Osfeld's utterance. When you look difficult, you get a glimpse of your natural intelligence as soon as possible. Egbird-Ward was originally an intellectual in scholarly skin, he said. From sometime it was possessed by the lust for power, and where Ozfeld was concerned, it had come to fruition with the monster of the struggle for power. So much so that even my real son had tried to be an instrument of politics and struggled to make connections with princesses his age. The struggle was bearing fruit, but in the end, it was ruined by the revolution.

Ariel Lewe-Benoagardo, a princess who was in love with Ozfeld, has lost her life because of the revolution.

My chest hurts because if I see Egbird, I can't help but remember the revolution.

In a revolution carried out with the great cause of saving Benoagard from political corruption, a great deal of blood was shed. I needed to shed blood. In order to overthrow the old system and move to a new one, more or less sacrifices are made. The more solidly the old institutionalists are, the more blood they have to shed. I turned down so many lives I didn't have to. It is a necessary sacrifice to plant in the country the lesson that corruption must not be allowed to repeat itself again, Fairling said. Don't forget those sacrifices, though.

My hands will tremble because I will remember that day back. My body remembers. The sound of the rain that day. The smell of blood. Scream. Yell. Scream. Confused. The weight of the sword. The feeling of slashing. The feeling of killing. The pain of the revolution. Vain. Everything, I can remember.

Egbird, however, looks at this with a frivolous look.

"I wonder what you're talking about, you're a jerk. Shouldn't you be studying harmony?"

"I'm not kidding"

"Am I not alive now? Nothing changes. My life is full of sails."

Keep your chest up, Egbird's coming. Such a confident look on his face remained Egbird in his lifetime, and Ozfeld was confused. It was like having a real father in front of me. Isn't it back? To the point where I thought about such an impossible thing, I could only feel the signs of the person in question from Egbird in front of me.

"But what the hell is going on... Why is the castle...?

I look around over and over at the abandoned royal castle, and, uh, I turn my gaze to Ozfeld, as I recall. In Egvard's eyes, suspicion arose.

"No, in the first place, are you really Osfeld?

"Father..."

"Oh, I know. You're Ozfeld. I can see that. My soul. You are my son. But... the Ozfeld I know, yes... should have been younger"

I found out what Egbird wanted.

The Ozfeld in his memory doesn't match the Ozfeld in front of him. That would be the case, too. Even if Egvard is in person, his memory stops at the moment of his death. It can't be updated from there. In other words, the Ozfeldt in his memory remains the Ozfeldt on the day of the revolution. The season shifted many times since then, as did Ozfeld's life. I got old. Let's change our looks, too. Not so much as someone else, though.

"After nine years, let's get old."

"Nine years...? What are you talking about?

"It's been years since I laid my father in my hand."

"Do you take me...?

Egbird looked bitter. Told him to throw up.

"That's a bad quality joke"

No matter, Ozfeld didn't mean to make a joke. This hand still has the feeling of snagging Egvard's neck. In his eyes, Angry Egbird's face was burned, and in his ears, his severer, cursing Ozfeld, was engraved. He killed my father with his hands. Cursed and deserved destiny. For the beauty of the revolution, you have to take the lead and get your hands dirty - the readiness to fail ring didn't make you hesitate to play Ozfeld and kill your parents.

"I endorsed the Fairling Zan-Kluth revolution and, Father, I took thee up. I had to discuss it. You were the head of the Ward family. The Ward family was one of the culprits connected to the Benoagard royal family and corrupted the country."

It's for the revolution.

If you want to make your country better, be a demon.

The revolutionary knights were all prepared and determined to do so. Even if he were cursed for eternity in the future, it was to eradicate corruption and save the country and the people that he believed in justice in this world.

Failing is taking the lead in slaughtering parents. Neither did the Kruse family escape corruption. It's not just the Ward family, the Kruse family. The nobility of Benoagard, along with the royals and knights, was devouring rights and progressing political corruption. In order to make the country better, we do not want to remove the nests that erode the country. It wasn't just the royal family. And all that flocked to the pillars of the kingdom, the royal family, had to be wiped out. Otherwise, the second and third royal family will only be born. In order to prevent the repetition of the same thing, it must be changed from the ground up.

That was the revolution, and for that reason the revolutionaries did not want power. I was just trying to sweep away the corruption and then leave it to the people. But there was no way that the people who had until then left politics to royalty and nobility could run the country, and until the people matured, the Knights were to represent them.

"For the cause of righteousness, I had to take you all."

"... oh, you did"

I thought Egbird had narrowed his eyes, gripping his fist. My hands and shoulders are shaking. Anger. Anger was starting to swirl in his eyes.

"I just remembered. Ozfeld............!

There was also anger in my voice. It was just a look and a voice that said this was exactly what the bowels were going to boil back.

"Yes, you betrayed me, you betrayed the royal family, you betrayed your country, you were tired of painting mud on your family name, you denigrated the earth...!

Ozfeld didn't say anything. Nothing, I was listening to my father's ghost bullshit. Just ask, feel like it's going to get cold at the bottom. My heart is cold. Empty, and, vain. What my father used to say. If my father really had come back to life, he would have thrown up the same thing and stuffed it in the same way. I'm sad because I can see that.

I guess the essence of one doesn't change where he dies. Just because he's dead doesn't mean he's going to change his mind. Now that I understand it, all the more so, his heart goes cold. Egbird might rather not care about such an Osfeld reaction. His father, as he imagined, rages and rubs his voice up.

"Yes, that's right. You. Without you, I would not have dreamed of becoming the true ruler of Benoagard...! Even you, even you...!

"It's really hard to say, Father"

Ozfeld, with cold eyes, was looking at his father. The eyes are not the only ones that are cold. My body and mind are chilling out.

And the revolution shall be done, and thou shalt be disputed, when I will be. Failing was not one to forgive if it was for the revolution. Whether you are a royal family or a parent, you do not have the compassion to corrupt your country and afflict your people. "

"You are!

Egbird's poking his finger at me.

"Do you spit such words against me, the Lord of the great House of Ward! Isn't this exactly what you spit on heaven!

"Heaven..."

"That's right! The Ward family is one of Benoagard's most prestigious! Everyone was the Ward family and saw it as the backbone of Benoagard. You know that, too!

"Yes."

Ozfeld, while affirming Egvard's words, thought of something else in his chest.

(narrow heavens and earth)

I just thought it was a unique statement from a human being who knew only the narrow world called Benoagard. The world is not made up of Benoagard alone. Even small groups of nations, woven by countless nations large and small, were only a small part of the world. The final war just before the Great Destruction made me realize it. There were more people in this world than you could imagine, and there were forces that could follow them. Even though I knew it by reason, it was something I didn't know as a matter of fact.

In short, Ozfeld also knew only narrow heavens and earth.

So he didn't laugh about the very thing, and he also understood that Egbird's ignorance was something he had no choice about. Egbird was nothing but a nobleman of a small country called Benoagard. It was a harsh and unrealistic story to ask him to recognize the breadth of the world like that.

"They said it was all a calculation to rule even the royal family and keep all of Benoagard under control! It's all your fault! What are you gonna do!

"Thank you very much."

Ozfeld wasn't even willing to keep listening to things like Egbird's picturesque affairs. Hands on the sword pattern with a cold cut heart, walking over to Egbird. faster than Egbird would react, he told.

"I will martyr in the righteousness of my faith. That's all."

Pull out the sword and put it away.

This was the second time Egbird's neck danced in front of him. But unlike the first time, there was no blood. Because Egbird's body itself could disappear like an illusion. But it was not an illusion, which was evident from the feeling of slashing. There can't be any illusions with entities.

(This is... what?

Ozfeld narrowed his eyes as he saw a void where no one was anymore. It also seemed to be due to the same ability to manipulate Shivula's body, or not. If it were similar, in terms of manipulating death, but if there was an obvious difference, Shivula's body was a real one. Egbird is something else with an entity. It was not his remains buried in the cemetery.

At that time, I felt overwhelmed by the signs of approaching this way. When I saw it, True Body Full Colors was about to jump towards the ruins with Ozfeld. True body is huge. That's what jumps at me. Let's also feel the pressure.

"Captain!"

When Luveris' true body landed in front of him, he was shocked and vibrated to the spot.

"Looks like we're in a hurry, what happened?

"Dead people are walking around all over Benoa!

"... right"

Ozfeld glanced back to the ground from the true body of Luveris and looked around the city. I guess the voices you hear from there are the screams and screams of one who encounters the dead. And the dead must be like Egbird earlier.

"Well... that's calm, Captain"

"I just buried the dead, too."

"Huh?"

"Because Egbird-Ward returned to Yellow Springs. Also returned to Yellow Springs."

"Captain......"

"So, what's the situation in the city?

Ozfeld proceeded to speak with gratitude in his heart, feeling the care of Luveris. It goes without saying that things in the city of Benoa are more important than things about me.

Probably a Hulberto attack.