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

The shock pierced my stomach.

The blow knocked in from above the thick armor not only causes the armor to shake, but also engraves tremendous pain in the armored flesh, shaking the gut, leading to the spine. My bones broke. To the fierce pain and the taste of iron spreading in his mouth, he distorted the ends of his mouth. A distorted grin. I don't even know what's wrong with me. I don't know, but it's crazy.

Something's wrong.

And I was blown high in the air as it was, and it took me some time to rebuild my posture, because the severe pain was something that far exceeded my expectations.

"Hey, Drake!

Bain Belbail Zan-Lanacourt flipped and landed in the air as he raised his voice so that he could roar. Using rescue power, it is easy to control attitudes in the air, etc. - it has become more recently understood. For many years I've been using salvation, but I've learned that technically it was still undeveloped, too, unusually.

I don't think so, but until now, such technology was unnecessary.

Before the Great Destruction, only strength was good.

True bodies were nothing but fights that didn't even require the use of fantasy.

As a matter of fact, I can only count the number of times Bain used his true body before the Great Destruction. That's where the fantasy was used, but it wasn't a lot compared to the number of fights.

Rescue alone was enough to fight.

Rescue is the power given to you by the Savior Mibula to save one. I mean, it's part of God's power. It was natural to use such force to achieve an overwhelming victory, and it was logical not to require skill.

That logic has become a world that doesn't work.

It's done, it's changed.

The end, it seems, is towards the end.

Under such circumstances, something I don't understand is happening.

In the plains near Benoa, the capital of Benoagard, he is.

Confronted by Drake Zan-Aetheria, he is.

Make it the thirteen knights who should be dead, and it's Drake the “Divine Martial Arts”.

His appearance in heavy-duty armor and carrying the Great Sword was that of Drake himself in previous years, and it was therefore that confusion was spreading in Bain's head.

Drake is dead.

Together with the Knights Chief Fairling Zan-Kreuth, he headed to the “Promised Land” to stop the ritual of the resurrection of the Holy Emperor, where he exhausted his life.

As a result, the world survived.

Though there has been a tragic breakdown called "Great Destruction," the world has survived, painfully.

By their honorable sacrifice, yes.

Yet.

"Why, why do you look so authentic......!

"Why, I don't accept it. Why do you insist on making us fake?"

"There's no way it's real!

Turning her voice upside down, Bain screamed and jumped away. Drake's movements, using only salvation, were incredibly agile from its heavy equipment, and at the next moment, he was trampling precisely where Bain was standing. A blow enough to make a big hole in the ground.

If you take a direct hit, even if you're wrapped up in salvation, you're sure to be devastated.

(Oh, my God, this...!

Bain thinks, imagining Drake's next move.

Why did this happen?

That morning, Bain realized that he was rarely in a good mood.

Since the “Great Destruction," there has been little, if any, moody morning. No matter how sunny the sky greeted me, no matter how bright the sun was overhead or wrapped in a gentle breeze, I was always grumpy and unpleasant. Everything delightful had disappeared from the world, or I lived every day like that.

Since the Great Destruction.

The "Great Destruction” did not just destroy the continent.

The order of Benoagard, the peace of Benoa, has destroyed everything.

Even Bain's peace of mind was ruined by bullshit the day of the Great Destruction.

It is therefore rare that he is in a good mood, and it seems that the servants of the Mansion will soon find out. Then, what do you think? All those things that greet him. Somewhat embarrassing, illuminating emotions boil down because it's something that everyone treats with an unusual smile, but I didn't feel bad about it either.

Just because I'm in a good mood changes the way I see the world itself.

I mean, usually, to Bain in a bad mood, the world itself seemed like something that was never good, and whenever I recognized that fact, I couldn't seem to neglect the existence of myself.

Why, am I surviving?

I think about that.

If you were to survive, couldn't you have had a better knight than yourself?

Why, why, have I not been invited on a journey to the Promised Land?

Haven't you been chosen?

When I started thinking about it, Sid and Ozfeld had been scattered around advising me that I should not think too deeply, because it was something that would repeat the grand tour and enter the invisible labyrinth of the exit.

What a sweet bunch of people, he thinks.

Even they should know that there are knights in this world that are needed and deserved more than they are.

Yet they even respect and care about Bain.

Risking his life for them like that was nothing wrong with him, and it was no exaggeration when it came to reason.

I wonder if there's anything I can do for them, especially on a day when I'm in a good mood.

That's how I ran around Benoa and the end of the day was Bain in a good mood.

but that day, it didn't.

"Dear Bain, this is an emergency call from Knights headquarters!

As the servant rushed in, he had said unexpected things in the midst of Bain taking care of the flower beds for his nostrils.

Bain stopped his hand and saw the lingering face of a tongueless servant's childhood.

"Emergency call...?

"Yes! Master Bain told me to show up at the Knights headquarters right now!

"Urgent…"

That must have been a long time ago, but I had no idea what it was like, and he, he got up.

I left it up to the servant to take care of the flower beds and immediately went back to the mansion, dressed and went outside, and the carriage was ready.

He kept coming up with ideas while the carriage headed to Knights headquarters. There was no such thing as an emergency call here. There have been several times since the “Great Destruction”. Each time he was forced to make an important decision for the Knights, Bain never made a personal observation.

He knows he can give his share.

I also understand that I'm overwhelmingly short of a head.

You can leave it to the smart guys to think. Whatever the judgment made is more than left to you, you should not speak out of dissatisfaction or discontent. Therefore, there will be no such thing as a personal observation by him this time.

Nevertheless, that instruction must be followed beyond the issuance of an emergency call.

That's all I cared about was what kind of emergency was waiting for me.

Whatever it was, it was only a matter of following the decisions made by Ozfeld and Sid, and in that respect, it was not a story that we did not even know Luveris or Rowfa would envy him.

Because they are the kind of people who think like Ozfeld and Sid.

Not like Bain.