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

When I opened my eyes with the pain that arose on my cheeks, I had big eyes peeking into this one. His own blurred face is reflected in his eyes as beautiful as a jade. Both eyes bordered by deep eyelashes, the nostrils pass, and the lips are as red as a vermilion. The elegance you feel from your face must be due to the goodness of your birth as well as the goodness of your growth. Well educated. but his cheek-pulling hands carry an inexorable force unrelated to the virtues of his education.

It would also be because of the good growth.

Pulling someone else's cheek and so on should have rarely happened before. Therefore, I don't know how to apply or subtract force. The imagination of how much pain the other person feels can only come from experience. If you've never had that experience, you can't even imagine it. Leona must have been raised a butterfly, a flower, precisely as a boxed daughter. Besides, there was an asylum-seeker named Rayon, so it wasn't her overprotective or semi-productive.

With that in mind in a flash, Setuna stacked her hands over Leona's. Because Leona was sitting on Setuna's lap and no longer needed to hold her.

"It hurts, Master Leona"

When Setuna told him, Leona let go of the hand that was pulling his cheek. My eyeballs get a little sharp.

"Because Setuna will be asleep forever. Leona has called you many times."

"That's... disrespectful"

"… good. Leona's in a good mood tonight. I beg your pardon."

Leona smiles softly at Eagle Deep Friends. The trick was precisely that of the king and also a testament to her regaining spiritual leeway. Setuna was therefore relieved of her heart.

"I know with utmost pleasure."

With his minister's attitude toward his lord, he looked forward. There was a columnar clock that looked fancy, and for that clock to show, it was just past ten o'clock. It's dark outside the window. That would mean after 10: 00 p.m.

(When...)

Were you falling asleep?

As I watched Leona's sleep face, I guess I fell asleep trying to be invited to that sleep, but isn't it too much sleep?

Setsuna returned to your mausoleum after 3: 00 p.m. I let Gain prepare me for a late lunch, and then I went into my room. Miliu, Faria, and your mausoleum without Rem, Sheila, and Urk were full of serenity with no one but the servants with the mansion and Setuna, surrounded by calm spring sunshine and air. That, too, must have been a factor in inducing drowsiness.

It's midnight.

The fact that Faria and Milius did not come to call Setuna would be because they were not ready to leave and their journey to the other world was postponed until after tomorrow. Azmaria herself, even if she postponed it for two days a day, because she didn't intend to send it in immediately, but rather said that she should be carefully prepared and go in perfect condition. Anyway, it's sudden. There's no way I can get ready right away.

And Setuna looked under her feet. At Setuna's feet, a lion covered in silver hair was round, but his face looked up at this one. I'm not looking at Setuna, I'm staring at Leona. The temptation is as gentle and merciful as a parent watching over my child.

"I looked embarrassed earlier"

"No... Dear Leona. Nothing to be ashamed of."

"No. Shame on you."

Leona, staring straight at Setuna, persevered. That smug attitude didn't look like a very young girl who had just turned four, or someone who was tired of crying and sleeping until a few hours earlier. There was indeed a single scale of kings.

"The king must remain calm at all times. If the king is upset, the upset will spread to his subjects, and the country itself will cease to stand. Even if you take my father as your enemy and you lose my mother, you must not lack calm. That's what Leona learned from her aunt."

Leona's readiness and determination is not what a very four-year-old child would have, but she was born into a royal family and could have had such an education, as she deserved, but it wasn't there that Setuna caught on. A word such as her is coming under intense shock.

"Huh...? Now, what...?

"Hmm?"

Leona doesn't understand why Setuna trembles.

"I lost my mother...?

"Speaking of which, you didn't tell me. Yes, it is. My mother, Nage Leia-Gandia, is dead. Probably."

Leona made it clear. Unprecipitated, flashy. There was no shadow of a young girl crying to Miriam for a few days, and the shadow of Leongando the Lion seemed to peek.

"I don't know why. But I know. I get it. My mother was gone from this world."

"Oh no..."

Setuna was a thought beaten by the fact of Leona's shock.

"Master Nage should have been in Nair Gandia. To the lion god emperor. In the safest place in the world."

Leongando Laignas-Gandia, the lion god emperor, sees Setuna as the enemy and the object to be destroyed, but the person must have behaved like Leongando himself and Nage must have embraced him as such. In fact, it is Leongand. It's just that you have to destroy, that's all, to be the vessel of the Holy Emperor's power and to have power as king of the gods.

And Leongand must have treated Nage dearly, and as long as he was on Leongand's side, he couldn't have refused to do anything harmful to Nage, etc.

And yet, Leona says, Nage is dead. For an unknown reason, Leona had something to feel.

"... I see. If Linonclair is not only dead, but Nage is dead, then it's not impossible for Leona to feel sorry for her."

Rayon snapped to affirm Leona's statement. Rayon said Leona felt Linonclair's death and was therefore mourning, which was also, normally, unthinkable. How can Leona perceive what has happened in a far, far away place? If you ask Rayon, it's his instinct because he's related, and it seems like the only thing he can do is hope the strange forces have worked.

I mean, if Leona can feel Linonclair's death, even if she could feel Nage's death, it's no wonder. The intensity of Leona's blood connection to Nage is more than Linonclair's.

"Shame on you..."

"It's Leona. You're human. Humans can't be perfect. You don't even have to try to be perfect. You can stay with me."

"Rayon......"

"Yes, Master Leona."

Setuna waited for Leona to turn around.

"Maybe the Kings shouldn't, indeed, show tears in public. If the king's agitation spreads to his subjects, there will be dark clouds standing in the country itself. But that's why I don't think that Nage or Linonclair would want Leona to keep killing her own mind."

Instead, neither Nage, nor Linonclair, nor Gracia, seemed to think that it was Leona who wanted to live as she wished. Because, while educated as kings, Leona's presence in the Dragon House is worthy of being free-running, and it is the appearance of Leona running around with Layon that Gracia and the others found joy and hope.

"Laugh when you want to laugh, be angry when you want to be angry, cry when you want to cry - it may be something called a king that can't do it, but at least expose yourself as a vegetable before us. That's what I want as a minister."

Setuna stared straight at Leona's blue eye and conveyed her thoughts. Leona's detention as a king was due to that kind of education, and given the future, it wasn't a mistake either. If I hadn't behaved as a king from day to day, I'd be in trouble when I was on the throne. But with all that, I can't breathe, and I'm sure my heart will break one day. At the very least, he thought we should make play somewhere, and made such a suggestion.

Leona nodded silently after much thought. And when I crooked my expression, I buried my face in Setuna's chest.

Setuna softly embraced the shuddering shoulder of the toddler girl who leaked her whimpers and continued to support Leona until she was tired of crying and sleeping.