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

"So... are you sure?"

After the guests left, the only thing left in his chamber was Serk, the warlord of the people on your side. The Senator Delk, the head of the crowd, is not there to deliver the guests to the guest room, starting with the Witch of Salvation.

Marga-Asr narrowed his eyes when he saw some unsatisfactory obsession with Serk. Has it been a hundred years since I took it up as a martial minister? Willedo, who is extremely submissive to him and should be called a martial arts minister's appraisal, is Serk. It was now Sarg-Osel who had competed with him for merit since he was young, and Marga-Asr was greatly troubled between him and Sarg in choosing a successor prince. After getting lost among the four adding more Merg and Delk, he is in the outrage of selecting two princes.

Naturally, the voice of rebellion was also heard in what should also be termed a major rebellion against history that my father had spinned up. But as irresistible to Agatara's sunny Daikon's intentions, everyone swallowed that dissent, and eventually the two princes became acceptable.

Decades have passed since then.

The two princes, no matter which inherited you, became the head of the two major forces in Agatara. If there is a problem, it is the fact that those two names are against each other, and the reality is that they could not have been held between the two names. While he's alive, fine. They both have a great deal of respect for him. As long as he's around, the two of them never bump into each other. But. If, even in the unlikely event that Marga-Asr would have lost his life, a dispute could have occurred between the two names betraying the seat of the rightful prince.

Immediately after the onset of albinism, he fell into a coma and regained consciousness by Elina's desperate treatment, but then he heard about the situation from Delk and Serk and was greatly feared. If, as it were, it had become irrevocable, what would have happened to Agatara? Horrible to think about.

You are usually chosen only by one son. He's the next big man, so naturally. If two or more princes are born, they will have to do nothing but sit on your throne. Willedo is not originally a bloodthirsty species, but still, it is not strange that something should appear to be decided by force. Therefore, more than in ancient times, your son was decided to be one.

He loves Merg and Sarg's talent. He broke the code. I regret that as much as I do. If, at that time, I had narrowed it down to one of them, I would have had nothing to worry about, nothing to fear.

And again, that's why I'm in agony.

"Fine, fine."

Marga-Asr opened his mouth slowly.

"It was exactly what the Witch Hall and Miliu were first going for. That's all."

"But... didn't the witch tell you she wanted to continue her treatment?"

"That's it."

He shook his head at Serk's opinion. I know a hundred things about him being a good cousin, and I don't know what to think about that.

"The Witch Hall is kind. Merciful as the sun that always illuminates us. Very, very unlikely to be the person who deceived our fathers. Perhaps the bearer of an extremely rare heart among humans. However, it may not always be sweet to its kindness"

Look down at your left shoulder. Though hidden in a golden long coat, on the inside of its thick clothes, the area was now just whitened and heavily pulsed with ugliness and transformation.

"Albinism is fundamentally untreatable. In fact, even with the great fortune of the House of Witches, it was only to heal the flesh of Marga-Asr that this white devil's disease disappeared, nor was it weakened. Rather, it continues to erode this flesh with momentum. Marga-Asr understands. I can hear you. The voices of the white devils. The voices of demons who laugh at us and drive us to the abyss of despair."

With your right hand, touch between your neck and your left shoulder. I have a foreign body feeling. A feeling that is your body, but not yours. I have a fever, and I am scorching. As if to devour his flesh.

"Often, I hear you"

"Dai-jun..."

"He said that what he suffered from albinism had to become a spiritual soldier of the slow God. Ha... will we once serve God and return to God's use again? I'm glad to hear that."

He was going to joke, but Serk didn't seem to take it that way. It's proof that Serk floated his back.

"What..."

"I know. I'm worried about you. You must mean your son."

Marga-Asr, I said, but Serk didn't want anything. Shut up, I lay my eyes down. Only then will I find out that he is haunted by this problem. Serk is a martial arts minister, but not entirely out of politics. It's your side. The government of Agatara is carried out by you and your people.

"Sarg and Merg. Which should be the rightful prince? I'm still lost."

Sarg-Osel and Merg-Osel.

A samurai and a poet.

Neither one of them is without a doubt the owner of the heart that will not love this Agatara. Either way, you will do your duty as a great lord to turn Agatara into a better country. In that regard, I'm not worried about anything. But that's why.

He loved the talent, character and everything of the two princes. As a result, all the time passed without narrowing down. "And now, with its reward, it is receiving.

"But you also know that there is a time when you have to choose."

Otherwise, it could leave its roots behind.

The question of succession is one factor in the country's doom.

With the country of Willedo, no exception.

Time is flowing slowly.

Asla, after rendezvous with the Darks, he moved the place as he talked about the situation. After discussing it there, I decided to leave Agatara after staying for a while to take the fatigue of Setuna and the others. Elina seemed to have a lot of feelings about getting her hair pulled back, but there's nothing I can do about it if Dae-jung tells me that. There's no better way to treat albinism than with no means to treat it.

"Well, I think it would be amazing if I could just regain the consciousness of an albino."

"Right. Sasu is my prospective Elina."

"You've been so good with your master's arm."

"Oh, you know what? Oh, yeah?

"Yeah."

"Ugh."

Miliu laughed strangely happy.

"But the truth is, it doesn't really matter how good I am as a master"

"You don't."

"Hmmm... Confidence, I don't"

"I'm sure Elina doesn't think that way."

"I guess so."

"Yes."

Setuna dropped her gaze under her eyes. I have Elina's sleeping face. It was night. In the golden room, there was nothing like knowing the time slot by feeling physically, but it was obvious when I looked at the clock. 11pm. Erina, who has a regular life, seems to be in bed by 10 p.m. But there was also the excitement of reunion with Setsuna and the regrets about Daikon, who did not sleep inside and talked to Setsuna and the others. As a result, Setuna's leg fell asleep on the pillow.

"Disciple, you'll be happy to visit a thoughtful master."

"Nah, isn't that oddly sweet?

"What?

"Setsuna, against me."

Miliu closes one eye and laughs mischievously. I felt her shaking platinum hair pulling out her tone many times, and Setsuna, out of sight. If you keep staring, you're going to be drawn to her colour. That's what I thought. During the bundle, Miliu, who was sitting in a chair, stood up and approached Setuna on the bedside. And try to calm your hips to the side as you wiggle the color. And I peek directly into my face from the side, but the proximity of that distance reminded me of a time ago.

"Why did you look away?

'Cause we haven't seen each other in a while.

"What does that mean?"

'Cause it's fascinating.

"To?"

Miliu rounded his eyes. They immediately ask me.

"Attractive? Me?"

It was an incredible reaction, but Setsuna nodded in earnest, not a lie.

"Yeah."

"Huh..."

"Huh?

"When will you be in Faria?"

"Why not?"

"Use my color eyes on me, what are you going to do!?

"Don't make too much noise. Elina wakes up."

"Mm..."

That's Miliu, too, seemed to regain his calm when he was spoken of about Elina. The way I panicked until just before disappears like a lie.

"I wish I could. I don't remember doing anything wrong."

"Mmm..."

"What the fuck?"

"Setuna is... what is it"

Setsuna shudders at Miliu's words like he gave up something.

"What the hell is that?"

"Why, yes."

"What?"

"Why haven't you changed? Why did it stay that way? Why do you keep Setuna in my memory?"

Miliu comes up with a loud voice that doesn't wake Elina.

"Liar, coward, this is crazy, it's impossible, and what is it about?"

"It's like one hasn't grown up"

"Oh, no, that's not what I meant."

"Well, what does that mean?"

"So... that's not what I meant..."

Miliu let his gaze wander into the void as he searched for words, and, sighed.

"Yeah, maybe I'm not sure"

She laughed a little tired.

I can't imagine how tired Setuna is.

Setuna couldn't help but be somewhat relieved that she sat next to her, like she was herself as she used to be.