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

The desolate earth lies beneath the raging sky.

The earth, which has lost its vitality and made it difficult for plants and crops to grow, is probably a reflection of what this world looks like as it is. The world has been on the verge of ending ever since it was destroyed. The beautiful mountain river has no shadow to see, the grass trees have withered and instead a sight has emerged that could not have been before. There were crystallized forests, and cloudy objects that popped out of the ground seemed to show off the changelings of the world.

The world has changed.

Once, something living and living sang its life, something lived days of rest, something lived days of struggle, or came and went between them - such a common landscape bore fruit with the past. It will no longer come true to take it back, and everyone, frightened by the shadow of death, waits for one day to pass.

Everyone is asking for salvation and gasping like they want air.

That's why we have to get up.

That is why we must take the sword and run.

That's what the man thinks.

The man stared at a point, letting his brilliant golden head sweep into the wild wind, but not make it slight. The bluff was sharp, and there was something that made me feel determined. The iris is golden. It seemed to shine a pale light and penetrate a dark world. It certainly looked familiar to me, both in its sleigh and in the glow of the iris. Even in the face. That's not all. In the lumpy body, and in the silver armor that surrounds it.

The man began to walk through the desolate earth.

The armor that surrounded him was meant to go to battlefield, and his resolute expression could only be considered as such.

Where is the battlefield?

That's where I'm concerned.

If it is the place he has ordained a battlefield, then we must go ourselves. Because it is our duty and our mission to fulfill his commands.

I felt a sense of impatience.

As it is, he leaves himself and goes to the battlefield where he is going.

You can't do that.

I need him to stay.

The Knights, he brought them to life.

To rebuild a corrupt country, he reborn the Knights themselves. Before and after the revolution, the presence of the Knights had changed dramatically. I don't know. The Knights before the revolution were only hotbeds of corruption, and there were signs that Benoagard was even on a mission to see them go doomed. But he worried about his presence, stood up, and revolutionized. As a result, enormous amounts of blood were shed and the Royal family of Benoagard was called upon to eradicate both the sources of corruption and the hotbeds. Everyone in Benoagard, both the people and the knights, was saved.

At least, corruption has stopped the country from perishing.

That and this, because he got up.

If he hadn't stood up, the knights would have become royal swords, shields, and nothing but watchful over the end of their heavenly life, recognizing corruption as corruption, but continuing bad governance.

There he was, and he stood up, and he raised his voice.

That is why this country could be reborn.

That wasn't an overnight dream.

As a matter of reality, we have changed this country and there is a present on its extension.

He is, yuku.

Pushing through the ruinous earth.

There was something to follow behind it.

Some knights are like flames, others bear spears. The hindsight of a total of five knights still looked familiar.

Five knights who went with him to the “Promised Land” and tried not to stop the resurrection of the Holy King...

"- My Lord. My Lord Commander."

I heard the call, and he, he looked up all the time. As blurred vision slowly normalizes, I realize that I've been dreaming about it until now. In the middle of a defined vision of focus was a face that I saw. A man in his late twenties, one of the righteous knights.

I still don't know my consciousness because I just woke up from sleep and the impression of my dreams oh too strong. The feeling of impatience still engulfs my heart. What I dreamed of was the figure of the former Knights Commander, Fairling Zan-Kluth, and of his colleagues who disappeared with Fairling. It was also natural for Ozfeld to have a strange feeling because that appearance, which he had no longer dreamed of, suddenly appeared in the abyss of his dreams.

The Orthodox Knight seemed to have no choice but to wonder how Ozfeld was doing.

"Looks like you're very tired... why don't you take a little break"

"I was resting now"

"Can I call it a break from falling asleep in the middle of a story"

"... were you in the middle of a conversation? That was rude."

"No. Given your busy schedule, there's no way to do it."

"No, I called you. I fell asleep during that conversation with you."

It would be too rude for me to say how much of a position I am above. Ozfeld dropped his gaze on the material at hand to remember why he had called him when he sincerely apologized to the Orthodox Knight.

I couldn't instantly remember where I was either.

Neither that nor this, probably because the impression of the dream was too strong.

In my dreams, the failing ring was there as before. The appearance of thrusting the earth with the knights, unknown everywhere, was once the very appearance of his overlapping dreams, and it was therefore that he was attacked by a sense of impatience. Joining the line of failing rings was what he wanted, because it was a dream.

It is no longer a dream that will come true, an ideal.

Yes, I thought so.

But.

"- That's why. Regards."

"Ha."

The Orthodox Knight, under the orders of Ozfeld, was awed with a nervous look.

Ozfeld narrowed his eyes, staring behind the Orthodox knight leaving the chief's office. The Orthodox Knight seemed to be concerned with a direct order from the Commander. He would definitely accomplish that. Ozfeld called him in because he decided he was fit.

Benoagard is still far from stable.

The predicament, I took it off.

but that's why this world isn't as sweet as it all works out.

The seeds of catastrophe are rolling everywhere.

Divine men, divine beasts, and divine demons appeared everywhere, and each time scattered destruction and slaughter. The Knights set out whenever they appeared, as well as responding to requests for rescue from other countries. The island of Benoa is not the only island in Benoagard. Benoagard was demonstrating his unique presence by having countries like Mardia, Berkur, Semlunus, Enon, Silvina and Grandor present and receiving rescue requests that followed and jumped in from such countries.

There is no other kingdom as powerful as the Knights.

Therefore I can't get my hands on it just because the divine beast rumbles around and I have to cry to the Knights.

In doing so, Benoagard's position on the island of Benoa was extremely high. For every nation seeks salvation from the Knights, and the Knights also reach out to the hand of salvation without division.

(for someone waiting somewhere...)

That was the Knights philosophy set out by the earlier Knights Commander and is now one of the principles on which the Knights act.

If there is a cry for salvation on the island, rush and salvation above all else. That's why the Knights go on and on, not just to practice the philosophy of behavior.

When you forget that, the Knights won't be able to stay Knights.

That is also why Benoagard is arguably unstable.

Because we cannot pour the power of the Knights into domestic stability.

Of course, we don't just devote ourselves to requests for relief from outside the country, but even so, it would be a lot different to devoting all our efforts to the country and not to it.

I have the power.

We need a bigger force.

We need strength for domestic stability, intra-island stability, off-island - world stability.

It was also for that reason that I approved the prostitutes.

It will take a considerable amount of time to be able to count prostitutes as a force of war, but even so, it is better than nothing.

The truth is, I didn't want to involve the people in the fight, and it's supposed to be the Knights for that, but I had no choice but to lack the power to fight.

(You won't forgive me...)

Ozfeld must have been in a dark mood because he had dreams.

Failing is not going to make the choice of involving the people in the battle.