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

"That's all you've been through."

Alberto Ray-Benoagard and the man, who looked one thing like nothing else, told Hulberto, with Alberto's voice, Alberto's expression. Blonde blue-eyed. Like many Northerners living in Benoagard, a man characterized by fine white skin. It's not just about appearance. The outfit and even the outfit remained King Alberto, and Bain felt like he was being made to dream even in nostalgic dreams. Most of all, there can be no memories, if not the knowledge of the elder son of the Lanacourt family and the king. It can't be anything that comes out of a dream.

As a reality in front of me, it is. A completely different being, looking like Alberto. There was no way he was in person.

"That's..."

"Your Majesty. Alberto Ray-Benoagard"

"Your Majesty? That it was discussed by the revolution?

"Oh...... no matter what you look at it for sure"

Bain, while affirming Setuna's doubts, had in his heart denied it. There is no way Alberto is here. Alberto is dead. On the day of the revolution, it was discussed by Fairling, whose bodies were all buried in the royal tomb with their families. Halbert is the only one who survived the royal bloodstream.

The possibility that Alberto might have been resurrected by some force, like the deceased we have seen, was denied by Alberto's own words. Alberto was not the wind that he was being manipulated by some force. Things are different with Byle and the other deceased. I am willing. My eyes had power.

Hulberto reaches for Alberto.

"Father... why"

"Thank you very much. You lose, you die. Isn't it a great ending? That was a really funny pastime, my boy."

"Aftermath...?

In response to Hulberto's stunned reaction, Alberto had a cold looking down. The voice was cold, too. It's as if you don't have your emotions together as a father. I can't forbid discomfort there because it's very different from Bain's knowing royal inner feelings.

The Royal Benoagard, though it was a symbol of political corruption, did not rot to the friendship of the family itself. Rather, it is said that the greater the political corruption, the deeper the friendship of the Royal Benoagard clan. Corruption must have gone to extremes because there was a royal family at the apex that was sweet in the family and harsh on unrelated others. It is also a nod to mourn corruption, to abandon those who risk their lives to give advice and prophecy, and to the point that they have been sentenced to death. If anything had happened to Hulberto, for example, what was involved in it would have been so sweet against his family that he could not have been spared a maximum sentence, no matter what it was. Even if that's not a big deal.

Alberto is throwing up words that are far from such a family relationship. Hulberto was too desperate to freeze.

"You were there. Seeing the world broken and doomed, it was gone. I wonder what the Knights exist for, and what I joined the Knights for. You should have gone. He said he should have joined the Knights just to protect the people and make the country better, and tried to be more noble than anyone else."

Alberto laughs. At that moment, Bain remembered the war with a terrible grin engraved on his righteous face. It wasn't a very human look. At least, any bad guy that Bain has ever seen couldn't get that look. A smile that is not a mistake when it comes to evil itself, like you can never do without stopping being human. A soul issued a warning.

"Therefore I have guided you. I gave you the strength. More power than the Knights. Just the power that can bring stability to this country. And just the power to confuse this country."

"What are you talking about... Father..."

"Don't you understand yet?"

With a desperate look, Alberto just scoffed at Hulberto as he still reached out.

"Thou hast heeded my voice, and hast made this country a wretch."

And he comes to tell. The truth about this commotion.

"The rebirth of the Royal Benoagard, the disobedience from the Knights for that matter, the Sigil Elle domination, the invasion of Cyclahim, this showdown, everything, is what I have fed. Didn't you notice? Why did your family, who was supposed to be dead, only see you? Why were the families who loved you and wanted you to live the way you wanted to, trying to crush your Knights of Hope? Were you hoping that no one would want a royal rebirth? It's all because it's a farce I spin."

"farce......"

"Yes, it's a farce. Everything, it's just a farce. I don't even think it will work. I don't even need to make it work. It's just a toy game. You humans used to play dolls when you were kids, didn't you? It's similar to that one. That my doll was a human being."

Alberto's confession brought silence to the scene.

Hulberto was stubborn and rigid. That would be so. He should have thought that everything he had ever thought, that he wanted and that he had done it of his own free will. That was all denied. He looked like Alberto. Something was just manipulating him. For Hulberto, I can't regret it any more. Never been more desperate.

Bain, he bit his teeth and held his fist. In Hulberto's heart, there's not much to look into. No, I know. What did Hulberto do to this country? Hulberto's lack of thought ended up causing confusion in Benogardo, which, along with many knights, also scattered Shivula's life. It was unacceptable, and Bain still hasn't allowed Hulberto. I'm not even going to forgive you. Anger is still burning in the back of my chest. But still, if the mastermind, who would have manipulated Hulberto from behind, represented himself and mocked Hulberto's readiness, the anger would have to turn to you.

Hulberto was a thoughtful young man. That is the kind of puppy-like youth who admired Shivula like his father and turns about often, and everyone and he liked him. Bain was one of them.

It's impossible for him to betray the Knights for no reason whatsoever.

Yes, if for no reason, Hulberto would have stayed in the Knights and made every effort to rebuild Benoagard with Shivula.

Bain's heart cried in a possible future diagram.

Alberto shifted his gaze to Setuna as if he was also tired of watching Hulberto.

"Setuna-Kamiya. I know, about you. I didn't think you were alive. And as I lived, I never expected to show up in this land"

"What are you? How do you know me? And what's the point of doing this?

"We have a lot of questions. Well, time is endless. Unlike you."

Setuna doesn't hide her vigilance while she looks like Alberto. He grabbed the black spear and was in a position to attack at any time. Lem, Sid, and Bain. More than it turns out that Alberto was the mastermind behind Hulberto's manipulation from behind, it was unnecessary to do anything about it. The majority of the forces used by Hulberto, excluding the ability of the true body crown crown, can only be considered to belong to Alberto. Whatever the deceased and the divinity, it was the ability of something to look like Alberto, which was, in other words, proof left that the power of this man was uninterrupted. After raising his true body's abilities, he recreated the World Guardian. The ability to be comparable to God...

"It doesn't make any sense. I would have gone. He said it was just a prank. Doesn't that make any sense? Far into the future, it's not even a nostalgic memorabilia. It's just a game. It was just right for boredom. This world is so boring."

He, flat out, just grinned. I don't even know who you laughed at. It would be Hulberto and all humans, including the Knights of the Bains. What Alberto looked like is not human.

"Next question. As for why I know about you, do you even think there is a God who asks the other way around but doesn't know about you?

"God..."

"That's right. I am God."

When I wondered if Alberto's whole body was wrapped in light with the proclamation, the transformation took place. There is no slight change in mass. It's just a big change in appearance. Transformation from the appearance of Alberto, who was man himself, to an extrahuman being. A golden light leaked out of his eyes and his golden hair dazzled as it was. When the make-up of his face changed from that of a middle-aged man to that of a juvenile, and he wondered if his clothes had burned and disappeared, the light was emanating from his whole body. An even body shape may be considered ideal as a human being. A ring of light appeared behind him, with strange prints all over his body. I guess that ended the transformation. He opened his mouth and went.

"My name is Ashtra. You are the great beings who reign in the far heights of the humble."

It emitted a blurry light from all over its body. It certainly combined the intimidation and strength it deserved to call itself God.