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

It was a windy night.

Even until I didn't go with the storm, a strong enough wind to not even rival standing without a forged flesh surrounded Benoa's night. It's been a long time since wind damage disappeared. It was such an event for the citizens of Benoa, who had completely forgotten the horrors of the wind, that they could say water in their sleeping ears, and because of it, one who was drunk in the festive mood was totally awakened, and it pulled up early that it was meant to thrive until midnight. I have to pull it up.

The open-air merchants and stalls that were open all over the city by the festivities of the Knight of Honor ceremony were so windy that it was difficult to continue working. The people who were gathered in Benoa each went back to the Inn, remembering the horrors of the wind damage, although they felt sorry for themselves.

The Knights also decided to have their sentries cut up early for all the wind damage nights, so tonight, there won't be a thorough patrol of the night. A festive night. It is at times like this that we have to tighten our security, except when it comes to this kind of strong wind going backwards.

A night so windy that even thieves have no choice but to give up their crimes.

There is a starry sky in heaven.

Strong winds pushed the clouds forcefully and maintained the starry sky.

The moon was huge.

Midnight, January 15, 5006, continental calendar.

Maybe it's time to change to the 16th.

Not even willing to check his pocket watch, he wandered alone through the ruins lit by the moonlight.

Benoa Castle site. It is also called the site of the Knights headquarters. Ten days had already passed since it was abandoned and the removal of debris and debris was well advanced. All the remains of those who were caught in destruction and lost their lives have also been recovered and, after mourning, have been buried politely. Dozens of non-combatants, combatants, died because that's all the power and scale of the explosion. Explosion enough to destroy and exhaust Castle Benoa by the time it is completely skinless. The explosion was the transformation of Shivula's body into a true body, and it is not hard to imagine that Osfeld automatically exploded and scattered the damage, even without his hands.

Before sending Shivula's remains to Benoa, he couldn't help but feel responsible. If he had been buried in the Stra fortress, he would have prevented at least Castle Benoa from being in this condition. Most importantly, in that case, the Stra Fortress would have been caught in the explosion of Shivula and disappeared.

Either way, it was impossible to prevent massive damage. If we had wiped out Shivula's body, we would still have no reason to go into action that would have destroyed and wiped out the remains of our former compatriots to them, who could not have known the future in advance.

The ruins, many of which were removed by the Knights knights and by the hands of citizens, existed as a land of deep and great destruction. What the moonlight illuminated was such a miserable earth, a lonely view with no one man or son. Strong winds blowing through wind up sand and fly pebbles.

The impression as a Knights headquarters is stronger than as a royal castle, probably because Sid himself was not so deeply involved with the Royal Benoa. For him, who joined the Knights after the revolution to serve a certain purpose, Castle Benoa still has to make a strong impression as the home of the Knights, a residence of hatred and a hostile organization. When it does, it becomes an irreplaceable base for him, so we don't know what happens to humans.

Life is something you don't think you are.

He thinks about that.

There was no such thing as a successful trial when I was born.

My entire life as the second son of the Rufaus family was to experience great frustration along the way, and I had no choice but to frustrate my path as a vengeful. And the path of salvation, which has become a new goal of life, is no longer in confusion.

Since the “Great Destruction”, the world has been engulfed in the darkness of chaos.

Even the future of the Knights, Benoagard, continues to wander in deep darkness, with no light exit to be found.

It's like he's right now.

"For a walk on a night like this, the deputy commander is not in crisis management."

To the ironic words thrown from his left, he narrowed his eyes and then smiled. Turning around, there was a giant body illuminated by the moonlight. Its northern and elusive red copper-colored skin was just as self-assertive in the blue moonlight and unstoppable for him to be.

Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt.

One whom he welcomed to his countrymen for his own ends. The man, who still behaves like his belly, was a man who had to be in the Knights.

"That would be the same for Sir"

"I recognize the deputy commander's personal security."

I think it would be better if you didn't ask Sir for his protection.

It wasn't him, no matter what he said with disgust.

It was a blonde, blue-eyed, princess who expressed herself in the opposite direction to Bain. The man whose hard work for the last two years appeared on his expression, as a Northerner, looked worthy as a member of the nobility. Moonlight brightens golden hair and highlights skin transparency. He's a painting man. Nor did he know that Luveris wanted to paint on the subject of him.

Rowfa Zan-Seivas.

He was the other one who welcomed him as a compatriot, and the man was also, and still is, committed to being his belly. And it's the same as Bain's in that it has to be for the Knights.

None of the Knights executives are unhung figures. There is no substitute. Beneath the Knights Executive, there are numerous Orthodox Knights. But there is so much separation between the Orthodox Knights and the Cavaliers. That's not just to say there's a difference in strength. Is there anything important in running the Knights to behave as the ruler of Benoagard?

Something that is in the Knights cadre and not in the Orthodox Knights.

That is so important, but no righteous knight will ever know about it. And it is not possible for a Knights executive to convey that fact to the Orthodox Knights.

Knights Executives - I mean, there were, once, thirteen knights who were the backbone of the Knights. All those called thirteen knights had been chosen by the Savior God Mivula and had been baptized by God. That united the soul and spun the bond. That created a bond of knighthood executives and led to full confidence in each other.

Considering only merit, strength, and personality, there's not even one Knights cavalier who deserves it. But there is nothing more important than the selection and baptism of Mibula in the Knights, whose main application and philosophy is the Saviour God Mibula. It is noticeable that the current Knights executive will have a subtle twist with the chosen cadres of Mivula for selecting a new Knights cadre. It creates a meltdown, and the meltdown leads to meltdown. There must be no such thing as the Knights collapse.

Even the Knights have been losing power.

Any further lapse could be a lifesaver for a country called Benoagard.

"Well... without my protection, as a result, I don't mind the vice president getting hurt," said Sir?

"Who said that? Without Sir, I will protect Lord Sid."

Sir, I'm worried about you.

"Parrot back. Apparently, you've had enough of me."

"What?"

"Do you want to?

"Ouch!

The two, who never broke each other's challenging attitude, were finally staring at Sid in front of him and even beginning to create a windy atmosphere such as a one-touch crisis. It's obvious that if you look at the physique difference, the armament goes up to Bain, but you can't even see the future Rowfa loses. Both are Knights executives, ex-thirteen knights. You can call me Mighty Bell. Besides, Bain is drinking too much. Never vulnerable to alcohol, he got drunk after complaining about beating the drunk Rowfa. He seemed to wake up from drunkenness, but he didn't think he was fully recovering. If we do it in that state, it's obvious that Rowfa has a minute.

Most importantly, I push the two fights aside in argument because I fear that one of them will be defeated and mentally hurt.

Because for Sid neither of us is an irreplaceable compatriot.

"Damn, as long as you guys are always close and envious"

"Ironic."

"It's ironic."

When Sid told him without even laughing, Bain tongued with a face that didn't seem funny.

"Shit."

"It's your fault."

Rowfa went to Bain about Sid's reprimand.

"You can't!

"No."

"No!"

Rowfa's two against Bain, who can bark out his canine teeth and yell, are by no means close, nor do they feel right, but Sid almost admitted that his breathing fits perfectly.

"... how long are you going to keep talking?"

"Until I die, I don't know."

"Naturally. Who has to keep talking to you until he dies?"

"Um..."

When Rowfa tells her off like she's exhausted, Bain shrugs her shoulders like she's fed up. The usual. The usual exchange. The usual sight. Two years have passed since the “Great Destruction" and there are still things that remain unchanged as everyone lives up to their roles and responsibilities as Knights executives.

That's the bond.

A bond of only three, unlike the bond of a soul bound to the thirteenth knight.

Sid watched the interaction between the two of them, and, uh, visited.

"So why are you two here again?

"I don't want to hear that. I didn't come after you, did I?

"Me, too."

Bain and Rowfa have said things that can't be strange faces, but Sid only grins and inquires.

"Is that a coincidence?

"Apparently."

"Sounds like it."

Bain and Rowfa turn a gaze and immediately turn a blind eye. Are we close or not? Such a delicate relationship, which can never be good, but can't be dangerous. But surely there is an invisible bond between them. That's why we can get together like this.

"Is there such a coincidence?"

"Come on?"

"That's what happened in real life. Accept it."

"I don't mind that..."

Sid looked up to the night sky because Rowfa said something strange.

When I wondered if the clouds carried by the strong winds had hidden the moon, the light of the moon, which immediately appeared, seemed oddly dazzling and strangely gentle.