Unmotivated Hero's Tale

"But the Imperial Army, which intends to come and crush Mirahoff, will regret that assumption."

"Mm-hmm. But not at all. It's the one I predicted. For the enemy to use collective magic, the only way to crush Mirahov is to crush him. So the enemy forces choose whether to ambush or storm against Mirahov...? Outreach, there seems to be a lot of lack of wisdom in the enemy army, even though it would be self-evident that it would be most alarming."

A group of Mysms dressed in dark green armor, the colour of the Mirahov family, braided their offensive magic one after the other, unleashing one after the other in the wake of the horseback riding troops that have been ambushing them.

"No, even though you knew you'd be on guard, it would mean you didn't have any other options. It's pathetic to think about it... but I impersonated a bunch of dark greens with no merchandise on purpose, so I don't want you to suffer as much damage."

"Heh heh, not at all"

Phileo, with the sarcastic grin of his deputy, laughs with his nose at the horseback riding squad that wolves in front of him as he grins distorted to be caught.

"Report. Enemy forces are frightened by our offensive magic and rush away toward the main formation!

"Hehe, look. Imperial soldiers and so on are to this extent. I guess this means we're done. Maybe that was their trump card. Well... then now would be a good time to go on offense. Concentrate your magic on all armies and enemies. Prepare to advance all armies. We're gonna win and lose here all at once!

Hearing the report of the decree, Phileo grinned with niggardness, pointing to the Imperial Army in front of him and giving him that instruction.

Cavalry troops, the ambushes of the Imperial Army that kept them lurking in the woods.

Led by Captain Morphi, they are exposed to fierce offensive magic from the Filament army and rush to transfer to their own forces.

The first to confirm their movements like that, Noyne's tabernacle raised a loud voice within the main force.

"Lord Morphi's horseback squad is swirling in front of the enemy. We're on the move!

"Hmm... Is the offensive magic targeting those morphies clearly more powerful than the earlier ones"

Noyne, who receives the tabernacle's report, sees the offensive magic unfolding one after the other in front of him, striking one tongue.

"But that's a bunch of Mirahofs. Mirahov has a better offensive magician than Mysmu... probably not"

General Rahman, the chief of staff of this Imperial Army, speaks so in dismay at the sight played out in front of him.

"Oh, I guess it's possible. Obviously more powerful and faster than the earlier magic. Well, that's two possibilities. It is possible that the offensive magic that we have been shooting at earlier headquarters was blatantly out of hand. And the other..."

"Is it possible that a bunch of people after the Morphis is what you would call a real army of mysms...... yes, just like that guy expected"

At the time Noyne made the tame and shut his mouth, Deputy Secretary Hopcain, who held back beside him, continues to follow him, as he takes his word for it.

"Heh heh, hopcaine. Exactly."

"So, he said the enemy army was still changing the color of their arms...... is that what you mean?

To the sight in front of him, which was considered as a possibility in advance, Raman says so with a slightly more complex look.

"Oh. 'To use collective magic, you have to crush Mirahoff,' we think... and they'll think. That's why, if we choose that option, we could take it backwards and come and set us up..."

Based on the current situation of the Empire, Noine sweeps his neck to the left and right as he is shrugged, floating behind his brain with a brunette man who has categorized the maneuvers the Magic Principality can take into dozens of patterns and presented countermeasures in turn from what is likely.

Such a painful understanding of his state of mind was made by every one of the tabernacles present on the spot. Consequently, the silence comes only for a moment.

Breaking such silence and urging Noin to do the next thing was hopcaine whipped into a mood that seemed to immerse him in sentiment.

"Your Highness. The enemy has chosen a replacement and is beginning to move to a full-scale offensive. So when we move on to Operational Plan D, are you sure that's what you're saying?

"Oh. If I could, I would have liked to move on with Plan A, which creates a state of confusion, out of the success of the ambush squad. Unfortunately, I still have to use his methods."

"You're still a man to be afraid of, Yui Istarz is. With this sight in sight, I feel that I can finally understand one end of your feelings."

"That's really superimposed. But shall I put that aside now? More than that, what we can tell from that sight is that the earlier attack on the main force was almost a stand-alone one by Mirahov. And from now on, the imminent arrival of enemy troops in all armies means that their firepower will continue to increase. In order to activate Plan D, the damage must be minimized as much as possible. Shall we make every effort to retreat to kill the enemy's attack?"

"So here we go!

"Oh, contact the magicians to start getting ready. And we retreat as trained. As noisy as possible, as hasty as possible, and as if it were a total collapse..."

Noyne tells that direction in a clear voice to all of the lay down. Then, at the next moment, his bureaucrats moved out of the spot to implement the instructions simultaneously.

"Dear Phileo. The enemy army is in a hurry to retreat not only from the ambush, but also from our magic."

Fileo laughs thinly in response to Remeluan's report. And slowly I put my hand on my chin, and I kept my mouth open.

"Hehe, but that's a funny thing. He just magically did it with a little head, but that ugliness. You should call it frenzy first. I can't even take control of the troops, what an unusual thing."

"Absolutely. Well, the ambush squad, which was the outline of a favor, failed, and they lost the possibility of being able to use collective magic. I don't know what it feels like, but I don't."

"Sort of. Now that this is happening, they're going to want to think about the Battle of Cage Castle and keep all the power they can. But there's no reason for us to miss it."

Already convinced of his victory in this battle, Fileo watches the Imperial Army escape the battlefield in pieces, hoisting slightly up the right corner of his mouth.

Then, at that time, a tall pulling laugh echoed into the main formation suddenly set up in the middle of the Filament army.

"Hyah hyah, you're in a good mood, Mr. Fileo. Apparently, it worked out exactly as you planned."

"Oh, Lord Wirra."

Phileo grins as he holds his own chest with both arms and sees Whirla revealing herself with a pulling laugh.

"Hihich, I think I left you my guinea pigs on purpose, sir."

When Whirla says so satisfactorily, she begins to squeeze her fingers as she makes a sipping noise.

Seeing that habit that he saw many times during this imperial progression, Phileo begins to talk about it without touching it when he manages to contain his physiological aversion.

"Ah...... oh. Thanks to Lord Uilla. I'm planning to move on to the retreating enemy pursuit, can you help me?

"Huff, of course you are, yo. This time the commander is Kimi... I mean, I'll listen to you Yo"

"Then you have no hand in missing this good opportunity. Then it's a chase, Remeluan. As instructed earlier, all troops forward. Capture enemy forces again within their magical range!

"Ha, right away"

Listening to Phileo's instructions, Remeluan conveys them to his immediate subordinates.

And instantly, the Filament army began to move forward to chase the fleeing Imperial Army.

"Hyah, we're almost there, sir"

The first time the Imperial Army proceeded to the vicinity where it was forming, the Filament Army would finally capture the Imperial Army within its range.

"Oh, naturally, it's simply faster to move forward than to move forward and back. Their decision to escape was quick, but I guess it's time for something like that. All units, prepare for offensive magic... Mmm, wait!

He shook his head vertically at the words of Uilla, and once Phileo also directed the whole army to re-attack.

But he sees in his eyes that one brilliance has emerged that is clear behind the Imperial Army.

"What is it, Master Fileo?

"Couldn't there be light behind them now?

Fileo asks the opposite with a harsh look to Remeluan, who has asked with a suspicious look.

But quicker than the questioned Remel 'Ann, Whirla, who was on his side, responded to him.

"Hihich, that's a magical brilliance. Yes, a magical cry. Yes, I'm coming, I'm coming. That magic. That filthy magic."

"Collective magic...? But why by now? You know we're not gonna make it."

Hearing Vira's answer with a half-hearted look, Fileo says so with a surprised look.

"Ng? Oh, yeah da. I knew it. Da. Huff, that trashy cunt seems to have used some of his head, too, sir."

Uilla nods with a stomach on the spot when she suddenly laughs happily about something.

To that sudden action, Phileo, who had already given up seeking meaning, asked him only the questions that were in his head, without changing his voice color.

"I wonder what's going on, Lord Wirra. What do you mean, after all?

"Huff, take a good look, yo. Sa behind them. How many magical brilliances do you have? Not one, countless brilliances should be born there sa"

"Mmm, this is..."

Fileo looks around the rear of the enemy army according to Uilla's words.

Then the Imperial Army, which was supposed to have fled to pieces, loosely formed a half-moon formation at some point. And they produce countless, not just one, magical brilliance that Phileo saw earlier, and the light begins to shine in various parts of the Imperial Army.

"Wakalanai! That's all collective magic, yo."

"Then, silly! How many shots of collective magic can be handled at the same time?"

From the moment he saw the event in front of him, Phileo had considered the possibility in a corner of his brain. However, common sense in him makes him hesitate to move on with the idea, denying Uilla's words.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu But what if it's something smaller, Kana?

"What?"

To Vira's words, which she hadn't even imagined, Phileo also forgets to blink and stares straight back at him.

"They're going to unleash small collective magic from various angles to break our shield of light, Sa."

"... I see. Instead of dealing with collective magic in large units, you're going to form some small units and target our army from the blind spot of the Shield of Light!

Slightly biting her lips, Phileo wrinkles between her brows.

Under him, who became a harrowing expression, one of the Tabernacles rushed in with a report from the front line.

"Dear Phileo, Ha, My God! One glowing sphere after another is emerging in the enemy army. That number, three, four, five... it's still growing."

"Kickin ', see, sir. That's still the thing, Sa. Even so, I thought it would come, sir, ready to put it down yo"

"What? Get ready..." Lord Uilla, what's this all about?

"If big doesn't work, smash it into small pieces and hit it. Heh heh, what the imperial powerless garbage bunch is going to think sa. No way, Mr. Fileo, you weren't thinking about that possibility, were you?... Oh, I'm not mad. Don't stare at me like that, yo. Either way, I'm taking care of it for you, so sa"

Without moving into the situation in front of her at all, Uilla answers that with a pull and laugh.

Meanwhile, Phileo, who had not been consulted in any way with himself, the commander, while considering the possibility of what was happening in front of him, could not hide his frustration.

"But what are you going to do, you can't prevent collective magic from being shot from so many different angles!

"Hihich, calm down, Mr. Fileo. Look, these are the men who use the shield of light, yo. Naturally, the weakness of the Shield of Light is much better known to us than to them. It's okay, just trust me and my guinea pigs. If your enemies are going to subdivide the big ones into small pieces, then you just have to subdivide them into small pieces too, Sa."

With his shabby fingers until earlier, while painting something in the universe, Uilla explains that she is going to Phileo.

As that explanation proceeded, the color of understanding began to float in Phileo's eyes, and he shook his neck vertically several times.

"... I see. I finally know what you're after."

"Oh, just like you imagined, Sa. We can use the shield of light as a small shield and stretch it around our armies, yo. It's just, Mr. Fileo. What prevents all that massive collective magic on boulders with a shield without gaps is a broken bone. And my guinea pig, I can't believe I let you die in vain. You won't muster a little army to make it easier to protect me, Kana?

"Ah, oh. Arrange it immediately. All units, take a heavy formation!

Immediately after being instructed by the name of Uilla's request, Fileo gives orders to his men.

And Phileo switched his mind.

After bouncing the collective magic, it is about how to stab the Imperial Army, which is out of magic.