Black Summoner

My left arm dances the universe. Did you also calculate this and slash me, it was on the other side that I flew away. Pick it up and connect it together and you'll save magic, but he (Yippee) won't allow it. Now stop the bleeding.

"Mm, I was going to settle it with a knife. The boulders are not kings."

'... hey, Gerard. I didn't think you were alive from eating the Sickle Light Rain. My magic is only a few moments away. What the hell kind of trick did you use to survive this?

Standing in front of me was Gérard the Sword Ong. My blood is dripping from the Devil's Sword in my hand, proving that it is the enemy of my left arm. No, I'm here. The armor is still on the verge of collapsing, and you can see a number of holes shot out by the light. Five bodies satisfied, full of energy. You look a lot better than me losing one arm.

"Hey, a little luck overlaps, and later it's called a losing combo play."

'Yeah, well, Mr. Ange did his best, too, didn't he?

'Wow, Ange was safe too - no, you don't seem safe...'

Ange, who would have unlocked the state of secrecy, appears behind Gerard. But Ange was bloodstained. Hardly one leg is safe, but nothing else is safe. Really hard to live for long. That's how it looked.

"Leon to Effil, Alex, and Serra seemed unusual and unlucky. I retired without time to endure. But me and Mr. Gérard didn't shoot in a steep spot, and Kroto's last resistance was in time."

"... I see you've shredded yourself and become two shields"

"Well, he protected us from attack, absorbing as much magic as possible, and covering us up."

'Plus, because the slaughter doesn't work. Relatively safe. "

'Instead I'm like this, so I'm already retiring with a lot of bleeding, haha. It's dangerous. It's dangerous. Lyon's gonna piss me off again. "

"No, no, Ange did her last job. He squeezed his last strength and joined me in an ambush against the king. That deep hand is huge, even if it's not fatal. '

Is that why it felt like Gerard's sword suddenly appeared after the attack? Now he killed the signs with Gerard and said he was lurking until the attack stopped.

'You should leave the rest to me. I wanted to fulfill my duties as a knight, but let me win the battle'

"Ok, I'm at my limit, too, because I'm already tough... after that, I'm good..."

No more words went on. Before I finished, Ange was taken to the balcony by Colette's secret tricks. Receiving his last words on the battlefield, Gerard stands quietly with his sword pierced to the ground.

'... this is not a true showdown, my king. I guess I have less magic left to see where I don't treat my arms.' Cause even if they paint rainbows like Colette, they don't dress up, let's just say they decide sooner. '

'I'd appreciate it if you would. But, Gerard. You seem better than you look, rather than (...) the first, don't you? It just doesn't seem like Chromel would get anything from looking at me. What drives you that far?

………

Gerrard's look is certainly worn out and seemingly full of creativity. But the warfare, killing, and overflowing energy that is actually released from Gerrard has been the strength of the top ever. Still got any new hands? What a thought for a moment, but I denied it with my own head that it wasn't. 'Cause, you see, Gerard is simply something that can be purely stronger.

'The eagle is now angry without interruption. I know it's a celebration called Battle Rally, but I can't stop thinking about it. Oh, I'm angry with you. Though the witch's secret state, the king's place where he buried Lion, Effil and his lovely temporary grandchildren...... I will never forgive you!

"Uh... I was expecting this development, to some extent. Isn't that a little irrational anger, that?

"No questions asked!

'Eh...'

I said I was on the invited side, but they took the liberty of not asking questions. No, I know. This anger of Gerrard's is to think of the Lions, half of whom were defeated, and the other half, to give me the best gift of battle madness. I haven't known Dada for a long time. If we bond as hard as we do, we don't have to tell them everything.

"My king, I am ready for disease. This time, I will bear the stigma of becoming the knight of the Kingslayer. Whether you are young or forked at night, it is too warm to put the wrath of the eagle into it. Ready, ready, ready, ready...!

Half the time, do you...? I'd be happy if I had 30%, no 10% of the time.

"That's a form of loyalty, too. Ha ha, is it good to have such a happy day?

I wonder if you want some kind of gain to receive Gerrard's sword. However, since there are no more MPs, generating new weapons cannot be a detour. Since Kroto is not here either, it is also not possible to have him taken out of storage anew. So let me borrow the prototype that Kroto was releasing at the beginning. Fortunately, the unbroken ones are falling in bulk.

Watch out for Gerrard, who's about to pop out now, and watch out for the weapons that meet my hand. With only one hand, the weapons available are limited in the first place... but yeah, I guess I'll mimic it to a lion and make it a moveable sword. If slashing doesn't work, this guy who excelled in defense and dodging - oh, I feel like his anger voltage has risen again. Can't you wear a weapon with Lion too!?

'Huh, king... you're so good at stroking the nerves of the eagle!

"Why are you asking me questions, you?"

"... know the wrath of the eagle!

What was it between now and now? That said, Gerrard's bravery continues to grow. There is a great risk that Colette's secret escape device will be activated if even one blow is attacked. Counter with a kicking technique that securely recieves one sword at a time and performs white magic in energy-saving mode. Immediate procurement in case weapons are destroyed. Repeat this repeatedly and scrape off Gerard's HP. If you make one mistake at a time, it could just be over. It's never flashy, it's a real battle. But more than that, this thrill lures my excitement and sharpens my consciousness that I want to be fighting more. Behind the concentration, further back. How long have we been silent and turned into an unusual battle where only a sword trident would spiritualize a tree?

"Dad, that's probably the best smile I've ever had"

"... Battle Rally, you were right to plan it"

"Yeah, Kelvin sounds like fun and most importantly!

"Jerrah sounds like a lot of fun, too. I was angry earlier. It was the wind."

"See, Mr. Gerard is a boy, too. Ange knows."

I unconsciously pick up my outside voice because my ears are too good. It's innocent, and let's not ask. Now I just indulge in this moment. That's all.