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

The Knights set forth salvation as their philosophy since the revolution.

Whoever it is, the idea that reaching out to and trying to save those who seek salvation should be the true nostalgia of the Knights is fundamentally different from the Knights before the Revolution.

The Knights of Benoagard were originally meant solely for the kingdom and people of Benoagard, neither more nor less. But the great transformation since the revolution has greatly changed the essence of the Knights. Should we say that we have expanded the subject to be protected?

Benoagard nationals were not the only beneficiaries of the Knights' bailout. It was made the object of any other people, if they were to seek salvation. If the country were to seek rescue, the expedition would not have been a thought. It was all about salvation, and that means was the end in itself.

Neither that nor this is due to the fact that Fairling Zan-Kluce, newly seated as the Knight Commander by the Revolution, met the Savior God Mibula among the Divine Tables. Fairling, who became the apostle of the Saviour God Mibula, decided to use the Knights to achieve the purpose of Mibula. In other words, he tried to gather faith in the Knights in order to increase the power of Mivula indefinitely. I put up a bailout for that. By reaching out to the voices seeking salvation, the Knights' reputation was enhanced, acclaimed by achievements, and the presence of the Knights was made known throughout the continent, the ultimate aim was to increase the number of those seeking salvation from the Knights.

By doing so, the power of the Savior God Mibula at the heart of the Knights is increased irrevocably, preventing the breakdown that Mibula saw - that's what he believed.

But I couldn't have prevented the breakdown perfectly.

It was not doom, as Mivula showed it, but the continent was so scattered that the world was so desolate that something possessed by end-of-life thought appeared.

The Knights, who could not even protect Benoagard, were questioned for their existential significance and lost their trust. Naturally. While none of the Knights of Salvation could save them, they were manipulated and ravaged by the Great Destruction. Of course, the Luveris, the thirteen knights, know that if the mivulas and failing rings hadn't gone, it would have been no place for “great destruction”. Setuna's testimony revealed that the only thing that could have been done with "great destruction” was to survive. The world could have perished.

But that's why humans are not strong enough to live flat in the world after “great destruction”.

Not to mention that he had to kill because my son, who was supposed to have been born miraculously safe, turned into a monster, had nothing more painful than this world.

I always wanted to die.

As a thirteenth knight, you can't die. There are also promises to the Savior God Mivula and to his compatriots bound by the bond of the Fairlings' souls. Do not die. Until he serves as the thirteenth knight, he must try to survive by sipping muddy water.

I know that.

I know too much.

As much as everyone suffers the same, I know.

Ozfeld, entrusted with the Knights Commander and responsible for everything after the “Great Destruction," is behaving like nothing, but it's just making it look that way. Sid is scratching his feet even though he's about to be crushed by his responsibilities as Deputy Commander, and Bain and Rowfa are the same thing. It wasn't strange for everyone to sink into the bottom of their disappointment in this desperate world. Everyone does. Everyone, including Luveris, is in equally unsaveable despair.

Still, they are knights, thirteen knights chosen by God. I can't stay down. I can't stay desperate. We have to move on. We must be ahead of everyone and strive for a hopeful future.

Even if it was hopeful full of unfounded deception, even if it was synonymous with pushing through the bloody wilderness of despair.

So is Luveris.

When he met Mivula among the Divine Tables, he learned of his mission. As a messenger of Mibula, he swore and promised to risk his life for salvation. This body, this heart, even the soul, recognized it as a offering to be offered for the world. It is only then that I have rushed through without looking back on the past until today. It just keeps moving forward.

I hurt one of my loved ones, and even with my child in my hand, I was not allowed to stop. I shouldn't have cared where my heart hurt deeply about that. That's a personal matter. If you gave your soul to save others, what good is it when you get hurt?

That's how I've been fooling myself.

Besides, I saw a limit -.

"Kill me. Whatever you want. as you wish."

Luveris kept staring into Shanor's blue eyes. I admitted and accepted all of the negative emotions, such as killing, hatred, and despair that swirled behind her eyes, leaving anything out of sight. On top of that, he wanted to accept her decision.

That is a serious conclusion to be made as the thirteenth knight.

Thirteen knights must continue to fight to save others. There must be no such thing as giving life away from the mistletoe. It was an unacceptable act of rebelling a covenant with God, with Mivula, and also trampling a soul bond with the knights.

Still, I thought Luveris was good.

It is not a personal reason because I want to rest my exhausted soul, etc.

Isn't this also one salvation?

That's how he thinks.

At the end of despair, isn't this the only way to save Shanor's soul, which had to extend to the crime? At least, I didn't think there was any other way for Luveris, and even if there was, it wouldn't be something I could put into practice right now.

No, before that, he couldn't look at Shanor's wretched face anymore. One of my beloved is hurt from the bottom of my heart and continues to wander blind to even the shadow of hope at the bottom of despair. Even as you reach out for salvation, those hands just cut off the sky. Speaking up doesn't ring a bell. Compassion doesn't arrive. Whatever I did was futile and rather counterproductive. It was just swelling up the hatred in her heart and increasing her willingness to kill.

Is there no other way to break this vicious circle than to cut off the life of Luveris where it is the root of her despair?

Luveris, having thought that far, waited for her blade to stick up against her chest. In the meantime, I was pleased that Setuna and the butlers did not intervene. I don't want to be disturbed. This is a ritual to save Shanor's soul. It's cheap enough to give one of your own life for it. The burden of the Ozfelds increases, but the dark clouds that were wrapping Benoagard were paid for thanks also to Setuna. In the future, even without the presence of Luveris, there will be no major problems.

Death is not absurd.

When I saw the death of my father and brother, I also felt my own death. From then on, I guess I can say that the view of death in him is broken. Life after the revolution could have been called the rest of your life. So even after joining the Knights, I lived all I wanted. I have served as a Knights executive, as a thirteen knight, clearing up the depression that closed the artist's path with other things.

If you think this is your last duty, it's not a bad one.

If you can save the soul of your beloved, all the more so.

Shanor was just staring at us. The shuddering of the cutting edge of the sword grabbed by the hand stops. Has the time finally come? The moment Luveris was ready, his body reflected the light of the Demonic Crystal lamp. The blade rushes through the void and the tip passes in front of him. There was a sound of the floor breaking through in my ear.

"What... are you doing?"

Luveris smiled as he stared at Shanor's imminent face.

"There's no way you're going to fade that far in about two years when you're called the“ princess of the sword ”of the Knights of Izfail. Aim properly. The heart is here."

He put his hand over his heart and showed it.

Then, what did you think, Shanor took his hand away from the sword and tried to fall into it. I don't have the strength. No longer seemed able to even support his body. Luveris couldn't stop the tears from flowing, remembering Shanor where he was a healthy body itself. Shanor, who has raised his face buried over his chest, puts his bloody hands up on Luveris' neck. With meat shredded off and thin hands, even holding the sword would have made it extremely difficult.

With those hands, there's no way you can strangle Luveris and kill him or anything.

Luveris just wept, understanding that Shanor was no longer even in a position to take revenge.

"Look, you can't even kill me because you don't eat properly."

"Ahhh...!

Shanor raised an unspoken cry as he tried to strangle Luveris' neck with his fine hands. That is how she utters her voice, since the loss of my son, and Luveris felt a passion that could be both the wrath and sorrow without a place to go in her.

"Ohhhhh..."

"Shanor......"

"Ahhh......"

Having even lost the power to scream, she zeroed her tears over Luveris as she was. Her expression in tears as she stared at Luveris was the very person suffering in despair, who, unconsciously, embraced her luxurious body.

"It's okay, Shanoah."

Luveris, listening to Shanor whimper, just thought of her. Shanor's body, hugged with both arms, was finer, weaker than I thought, and that made me sad. That's what I've known for a long time. Shanoah only took a meal when Luveris was around. When Luveris left the house for use, he ate nothing, no matter how many days, and lost weight. That's how much she depended on Luveris after that. That's what happens after you refuse even Luveris. It was no longer normal to eat anything, and as long as we did not end up in extreme conditions, we could not even put the meals prepared by the butlers in our mouths.

Luveris visited Shanor's room because he was trying to force him to eat it.

As it is, Shanor's body does not hold.

I could have lost my life not far away.

"You're nothing wrong. This is not your fault."

So Shanoah continued to stroke Shanoah's head, which kept crying.

It's not like the two of us have solved the problem.

You can say that you haven't solved anything.

It's just that Shanor spit out the thoughts he was accumulating in his heart, and that Luveris just took it. Nothing has changed. One of what?

Still, he thought he'd taken a step forward.

At least I was able to spit out what Shanor was carrying. Whatever it has been, she hasn't reacted much, she just depended on it, she just refused, and she's bumped her heart. It was an extremely hard reality for him, a desperate one, but also something he was prepared for.

When he admitted and accepted the fact that she resented him, hated him, and even murdered him, he thought that for the first time he could truly understand her. Even if that was a one-sided assumption or just a mistake, it should have been much closer than ever.

That's a step.

It's just one step.

Just to say that we could have walked away from the distance that has been forever isolated close.

But he thought that was fine. If you don't want any more, that's enough for now. Wouldn't it be better if we just stepped aside, one step at a time, one at a time? He was about to give up being completely isolated once and never getting close again.

I saw the way.

Maybe that's just my fault too. It could be a conjecture. She just exposed her emotions, maybe she didn't walk over to Luveris.

(Still -)

Still, he embraced the sweet one crying in his chest with a groaning thought.