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

"Master...? Is that it?"

Elina woke up a long time ago. Though it was not a natural awakening that prompted Miliu to call again and again as he stroked her head.

Miliu stared at the face of his disciple, who had just woken up and was unsure, and spoke. A heartbeat tries to rush her, but it's more about Elina than that.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Huh... I slept well. I'm too comfortable sleeping in my master's thighs."

So Elina strokes Miloo's thigh, so Miloo doesn't have to laugh bitterly either. Isn't her head still sleeping more than half?

"You're still sleeping."

"I didn't fall asleep... I just wanted to indulge my master's foot a little bit more -"

"He said he was sleeping on it. Well, fine."

Miliu laid his hands on the disciple's head in that way. Elina finally wakes up and slowly stretches herself with her mind. A big yawn leaked. I guess I haven't slept enough yet. Even as Miliu, I wanted her to sleep more, but I had to wake her up if I was to leave the room. No matter how safe it is, this is the heart of Willedo's country. It's not necessarily that a human hater like Sarg-Osel, Willedo, doesn't attack his sleep. I can't do it alone.

"If you're awake, let's go."

"Huh?

It's like something's going on out there.

"Outside...?

She hasn't woken up yet. Erina's blurry expression seems only good for pity, and usually I can watch until she wakes up completely, but it wasn't if she was doing that right now.

There was a little noise outside the room that Darks showed with his jaw. Willeds rushed through the heavenly passage, which should also be the center of the Great Spirit Palace. Flying at high speeds through the hollow seems to be just as important, and I'm glad that Darks cautioned Miliu naturally.

Miliu waited for her sleeping eye Elina to wake up before offering her a hand. After making sure that Elina grips her hand like it was a stiff one, she leaves the room following Darks. Then, the doors of several rooms on the same hierarchy were continuously opened, and her men continued to pop out of the room. He glanced at his men, wondering if it might have been the news of the bug, etc.

Listening to them, they seem to have popped up worried about the noise, although they don't know what's going on either.

"What happened?

"Come on?"

When Miliu returned the doubt, he was lightly slapped on the shoulder. Turn around. It's Dalks. When he noticed Miliu's gaze, he pointed to the floor of the aisle. Isn't it pointing downstairs?

"You mean down in Heaven's Watch?

Dalks nodded silently and walked off to cut ahead of the Millews. If Miliu rushes after him, his men will come after him, too.

"Mr. Dalks, do you know what happened?

"Apparently so."

Speaking of which, Darks should have been encouraging him to train alone at a training center inside the Great Spirit Palace. Instead of noticing the noise within Heavenly Guard and informing Miliu, he may have come to know and inform us of the cause of the noise. Miliu, while appreciating Darks' care in his chest like that, could only have been concerned that he was in a hurry for some reason. He was basically calm and always calm at all times. I don't move every bit as much as I suspect my sensibilities are dull, and even if Miliu and Elina tour their wits to surprise him, they all end up failing. It was extremely rare for him to rush into such a fast-paced fashion as if he were something that led Miliu to have vague anxiety.

Fast-paced through the spiral corridor through Heavenly Guard to reach the labyrinthine-stained vast section of the Great Spirit Palace. The structure, desperate to get lost without guidance, had stayed for decades long and looked around everywhere, so much so that it could no longer be lost, that its structure had been carved into Miliu's head. I have confidence in good memory.

Most importantly, if the memory is also smeared by the numerous pieces of information that push us, we will have to fade and sink into the depths of our memory.

Fortunately for Darks, who leads the way, such worries were unnecessary, and his undistorted journey was a manifestation of a clear grasp and memory of the structure of the Great Spiritual Palace. The Milius should have just gone after him. I don't even know what you're in a hurry for, but right now there's no other way than to follow him.

Even Willeds were making a scene. There was no doubt that even some major problems arose.

(No way, Ende attacked me or something?

That possibility, it wasn't.

If Ende is to join hands with one of the two princes and kill the other, as Serk speculates, he must move before he can squeeze you. Dai-jun had yet to decide which of his two sons was to be ordained his rightful successor. Because if you kill your son right now, you will automatically be the rightful heir to survival and the next great king. If Ende moves, it can only be said now. That's right, Marga-Asr. It should be time to decide on a successor.

Nevertheless, that would be if Serk's imagination had been met. Serk concludes that either of his two sons is intruding with Ende, but the rationale for this is extremely thin. If both of you want to be great men, if you want your seat so badly that you can get your hands out of your throat, you may betray Agatara, tie hands with Ende even if you trample on your trust now, and try to drive your competitors down.

However, from what Miliu saw, Merg-Osel did not see any such signs. He affirmed that he had repeated statements that would shelter his competitor, Sarg-Osel, and that it was impossible, including himself, for your son to tie with Ende. That is not the path that a monarch who loves a country called Agatara and reveres you should take, and there is no inevitability.

I can't talk to Sarg-Osel and I'm not serious, but as far as my reputation is concerned, I didn't think he was the owner of the kind of thinking that goes with Agatara.

Serk is troubled because after hearing Miliu's thoughts, there is nothing suspicious but two princes. Until there is certainty that it is a betrayal of either of your two sons, it is a good cut. Miliu said that if there was any certainty, we should prove it and disprove it, but Serk said that it was not yet at that stage.

Thanks, it stinks.

Isn't it Serk's offering that Ende is through with either of your two sons? Serk is a loyal minister during his loyalty, who has done his best to your recovery, as well as a personable man who will make things better for the Milius. You can send praise for his way of trying to work martial arts ministers for the people, among the warm, contentious Willeds. But his words and actions on the insider issue only seemed somewhere out of place, and Miliu had to be desperate to contain his growing mistrust of Serk day by day.

Because I think that might be the pot that Merg-Osel thinks it is.

Miliu meets Merg-Osel in person and exchanges words. So, I think I just found out a little bit about being one of him, but that was the trouble. At the end of the day, the nature of Merg-Osel is the same as not knowing it. In words, I can say anything. As much as running a mouth about something you don't even think about, it's only natural that a schemer can do it, and if an insider can't do that much ventriloquism, he'll soon expose it.

Maybe he's just been trying to suspect Serk.

Miliu, when he retightened his mind, inadvertently realized that Darks had stopped his leg, but he couldn't stop right away, hitting his forehead on his back and stopping his leg.

"Want."

Running with my mouth even though it didn't hurt anything, Dalks remained silent and turned around. And I realize the eyes behind my helmet are saying something. My gaze was on the front.

The Great Spiritual Palace of the Labyrinth, behind it are the Milius. I walked down from the Heavenly Guard and walked for a while. It was an irreplaceable space in the Grand Spiritual Palace, where it opened only a little and everything was golden.

"What...?

Miliu looked forward with his face out of his back as he looked suspiciously at Darks' thoughtful demeanor. A golden space, also known as the square, was sounding hard shoes from the corridor leading up to it. A few people are slowly coming this way. Its calm footsteps seemed to indicate that they did not belong to the Wileds of the Great Spirit Palace. At the very least, there's no way those things are going to be walking around in such a hurry.

Miliu couldn't help but remember the heartbeat. What brings you into this Great Spiritual Palace? Besides, it means we've made it this far, breaking through labyrinth-like structures. It just means it's not an outside intruder or anything. Looking sideways at Dalks, he was staring forward. He seems to have a perfect close grasp of what the Lord of Shoe Sounds is thanks to the sensation enhanced by the Summoning Armed. At a time like this, I think if I could hear Darks' mouth, it would make no sense where he screwed around.

Miliu, swallowing his solitude, waited for the sound of his shoes to come closer. It was a long, long dozen seconds on top of this. More than a dozen seconds to the point where you feel a few minutes rather than dozens. Why did you feel so long? I didn't understand it then.

I'm sure my soul had a hunch.

"Ahh."

Miliu just had to lose his word the moment he saw someone jumping into his sight.

Something about a man in black walking in arms and stuff with a difficult face. It was definitely him, although the dark hair long enough to reach the ground was completely different from the impression deeply engraved in his memory. There is no mistake in looking at the red iris like blood. His face has become somewhat more rigorous, his physique more forged, and the outfit he is wearing is nothing like him, but nothing but him.

Setuna-Kamiya,

Miliu noticed himself screaming in his heart.