Unmotivated Hero's Tale

"Or devastation... my army of filaments, in an instant..."

A unit of Medium, positioned rearward of the Filament Army body and primarily in charge of replenishment and treatment, was unable to take one frozen physical movement in the tragedy that occurred in front of him.

The same is true of Medium, the Magic King who commands them.

He could not yet accept the reality that the army had vanished in an instant as a fact, and he was just stuck on the spot.

But when one of his men finally comes to his thoughts on the current crisis, he raises his voice to bring Medium's consciousness back to reality.

"Dear Medium! Get ready to retreat now. There may be an Imperial army pursuit soon."

"Ah, oh. But there may still be survivors. We can't abandon them..."

Against his men who proceed to retreat, Medium shows stray and does not attempt to move the scene.

A magic king who usually considers things in depth and judges them after detailed consideration.

But on this battlefield, the slowness of its decisiveness reminds its men of their annoyance.

"But!

"Ugh, um. If you say so, let's leave this place once and for all."

Under the strong tone of his men, Medium shook his neck vertically as if he had been pushed off, showing confusion.

But at that time, a sudden murder report was brought down to him.

"Ha, it's tough. A unit of our enemies is going straight into our squad!

"Stupid, just now they just unleashed the collective magic. In spite of that, you're saying it's already working! How many troops are there?

Only a few hours have passed since the Imperial Army unleashed its collective magic. Nevertheless, Medium could not hide the upset that the enemy had pushed ahead as soon as possible.

"That's... just five people. But my unit can't stop them at all...... they'll be breaking through this soon!

"What, there's only five of us! Tell me the joke is off. No matter how much our family specializes in healing magic, there's no reason to push back enemies to that extent."

When his men tell him how many enemy troops he has, Medium yells at him when he turns a bright red face.

The soldier, turned to Medium's wrath, shook his neck strongly, left and right, looking blue.

"Ya, they're monsters. Hurry and get out of here!

"Stupid. Why do you need to panic about five people?"

Forced to push his own back, he turns to a soldier who tries to push him against a horse, and Medium speaks out of protest.

But what blocked his words was a deafening voice unrelated to tension.

"Excuse me. We had just a little bit of an insane guy mixed up. Well, I'm sorry, Lord Magic King. Before they walk away from here, could you listen to me for a moment?

"So, who!

It doesn't look familiar to the battlefield. Its voice color is somewhat distracting. The moment he hears it, Medium looks back in haste.

Ahead of his gaze were the first incredible figures to see.

A sloppy brunette man and a woman in a hood who has called out to a red-haired man who faints his medium-laden men one after another.

In addition to that, two young men and women sifting swords, who won't let the soldiers rush near them if they don't protect the Magic King.

The moment he saw them like that, Medium understood that the five men in front of him were the soldiers his men had reported earlier

"Oh, excuse me. I apologize for rushing to speak to you because you were about to leave. Again, nice to meet you. I'm Clarice. I'm a diplomatic ambassador."

"Clarice's diplomatic ambassador...... no way Yui Istarz!

A hero of Clarice who no longer knows his name in the western part of the continent. And for those of Filament, no, for a magician, just a man rumored to be a natural enemy.

Knowing that the man in front of him is exactly who he is, Medium takes an unconscious step back.

"Oh, you know me. That saves me time and helps. It's probably the notorious Yui Istarz in your country. I'll leave it with you later."

"Is it real...? But if it's real, why the hell are you in a place like this?

"Oh, that's a natural question. It is certainly unnatural for diplomats unrelated to this battle to be on such a battlefield. Absolutely, you have the best idea. But the reason I showed up before you is simple, Lord Medium. This I... No The Kingdom of Clarice will be the intermediary in this fight. So don't you intend to deliver spears around here and think about peace?

Unexpectedly Medium spits on Yui's offer.

And soon, when he creased between his eyebrows, he turned his suspicious gaze to Yui, who makes a proposal that diverges too far from the status quo.

"Peace? You can't possibly do that. My army is devastated, as you can see, and now I am forced by my men to flee. Nevertheless, why should the Empire embrace peace?"

"Ha, that's certainly your best opinion. But I want you to trust us there."

"Mushroom, I believe you, and I go out in front of them, and if my neck is not taken, how can that be?

"Yes, you are going to fit in Master Medium. You cowards!

His men, who tried to direct Medium to the horse, also stare at the frigid brunette in front of him and shout at him.

And soon he began to braid his magic ceremony, as well as reaching for his lower back sword.

Meanwhile, Yui, with such a troubled look at their reaction, mouths an extra spicy, but undeniable fact as he scratches his head.

"Sure. But that's the same thing. How can an empire no longer invade the now fallen filament of national power when we flee back to the country here?

Informed of that fractional fact, the Mediums, by the way, lose their words.

And to them like that, Yui did not show a bare gesture rushing to answer, he laughed bitterly and kept his silence.

"... in short, the difference between early or late and you want to be?

After a lot of silence, Medium turns his exploratory gaze to Yui, while saying so.

Yui, having received the word, nodded once small, again making inquiries towards them.

"Yeah, you're right. If I may add a few more words, you, the king, would know what the battle within the filament, and the ravages of a unilateral empire, will do to your country? But if you get on with my proposal, there is also a possibility of peace in case. I think that's worth considering."

"Sure, that could be it. But what's in it for you, Isterz?

"Benefits…? Right, the presence of your country in the south of the empire blunts the hand of the empire's invasion of our country. What about that reason?

To Yui's words, as he obviously did on the spot, Medium exposes his discomfort when he fails to measure their sincerity.

"Why ask us? Are you fooling me?

"No, I don't mean to be hairy..."

Yui scratched her head and gave her a deceptively vague grin.

But the Medium that sees the attitude makes the gaze more daunting.

Then a hooded woman, who had refrained behind Yui, suddenly interrupted their conversation.

"That's because I asked for it, Father"

The woman who said so slowly removed the hood that covered her face.

The long red hair hidden in his neck spilled off, revealing a slightly tight face in his eyes.

The moment he sees that face, Medium shivers his lips.

"Na, Nanya......"

"We're out of time, Father. I didn't expect to see you again... I didn't even think this Nanya was as good as Dew. Not to mention the fact that the place is such a battlefield."

With little change of expression, once he bows his head, Nanya tells her own father so with a less discouraging voice.

"... I didn't expect to be here with Istarz. I heard about the report, but I mean, it's not an empire, and you're in Clarice, so you're pretty sure about that, right?

"Yes, the captain... No, Master Isterz picked me up where I wandered around and wandered into the city in a transient way of life. This is how we celebrate and live."

"Well... no, that's fine if you're okay"

When Medium closes his eyes on the spot, he leans slightly.

Then he turned to him, who remained silent, and Nanya uttered a flat voice again.

"Father. I was duped... No, it may not be a good thing for me to say that I was banished Dioram, but please accept Your Excellency's suggestion and consider peace"

"But that's... no matter how easy your word is, you can't get on the suggestion. This is a matter that requires extremely advanced political judgement. Calmly analyzing things and arguing with everyone."

"Does that immediately lead you to a conclusion? By the day they attack and destroy the Empire."

"Oh, that's..."

Nanya's voice gradually begins to be filled with strong emotions, and gradually she stuffs up against her father.

"Your father is very kind. And I think you're the owner of a great Dioram family, where you can think of people. But its kindness and compassion are obvious drawbacks as a magic king. It was your father's sweetness that allowed the two runaways, who should have let them retreat from our Lord's throne after losing the King's race, to set Filament into war. And now out of indecision, we're trying to end the war the wrong way."

When she says that all at once, she glances at Medium with a gaze that does not hide her feelings of censure.

Its cold, sharp gaze showered Medium could not shape a word, even moving his mouth to try to argue something.

With such an unchanged father in his eyes, Nanya waves her neck left and right, shaking her sad eyes.

"Until today, I cursed the last name Dioram. My home was to be banished because the cure magic could not be used and the door to the curse was opened. But still, it doesn't change where I was born."

"Nanya......"

"Father. I want the Diorams, no matter how much I hate them, and the Filaments to survive. That is why I bowed my head to His Excellency Istarz. If possible, it seems to survive the filament."

Confession from a daughter who once threw herself out from beneath, even if she didn't mean it.

Her words contained no false colors, only pure thoughts shaped the words.

That's why, yes, that's why her thoughts softly hold back the back of Medium, who was about to make a decision. Thus, one direction was given to his thought.

Still, however, it should be noted that he cannot wipe away his hesitation in making decisions that, at his own discretion, shape the history of filaments, and speaks ill-toothed words.

"... I know how you feel. Surely you are right, if we destroy it as it is, the Kingdom of Magic may be lost forever. So I'll talk to you soon with what's left -"

"Father! I really know that only your father was against my deportation then. But even then, eventually, your father couldn't make a decision, and I couldn't stand it anymore, and I jumped out of the house. But this time it's not me or anything, it's the Dioram family and the future of Filament. And it is the role of the Magic King to decide that. Yes, it's the role of your father, who is never anyone else!

With tears in her eyes, Nanya appeals her decision to her father.

Nanya, who once should have let go. Her words like that pierce Medium's chest deeply.

And he put a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows, and once he exhaled a loud sigh, he uttered words to the blurry, dark-haired man standing on his side.

"... Lord Isterz"

"Yes, what is it?

Yui listens back in a gentle tone to Medium, who has obviously spoken in a different tone than earlier.

"I want a meeting with the Empire. I'm sorry, but could you connect me?

"Happy, of course. Now, my friend, the Crown Prince Noi-"

Yui smiles nicely as he welcomes the Magic King's decision, and speaks of his visit to Noyne.

But at that moment, a magical voice is uttered from behind the Medium, suddenly blocking Yui's words.

"Germalansa Erdobre"

"Ghoo...... then, silly"

The flaming spear, which suddenly appeared, pierced the medium's abdomen straight from the rear without even being able to take physical movement.

Medium with a big hole in his abdomen looks back as he manages to support his body, which is about to collapse.

At the end of his gaze was the figure of one man, believed to have disappeared with the soldiers in the collective magic of the Imperial Army.

"Our army is devastated. But I'm going to take your lives, Medium. Mysms never fit under your Dioram umbrella."

"Hey, what are you talking about... Phileo"

Medium asks with the look of incomprehensibility while suppressing the pierced abdomen.

But to him like that, Phileo uttered a unilateral impeachment.

"I know what you're up to. What was the Lord of Mysmus and Mirakhov died here, and I suppose he will join hands with the Empire in that gap to try to make the filament Dioram's. But I would never let that happen."

"Is there a reason for that? I, I... bufo"

Rather than resentment, the claim.

Looking at his own life lost for such a reason, Medium, who tried to speak out his objections, does not utter any more words, but instead spits a large amount of blood out of his mouth.

And as it was, he collapsed onto the spot with a bewildered and careless look on his face.

"Phileo!

The moment she heard that anger, Yui felt that she heard the blood vessels in the woman's brain next door cut off.

It is never uncommon for her to show anger in itself.

But for the first time, he saw Nanya showing so much anger, and sadness, and such emotions straight ahead.

"Whoa, this is... Isn't it the abandoned princess of Dioram if you think of her as someone? Speaking of which, you were with Istarz. Hmm, you mean you were going to hand in hand with the Empire as well as Clarice and sell the country with your father? You traitor!

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about. But you call me" Abandoned Princess "in a name I miss."

Nagna takes a step forward, pointing her piercing gaze towards Fileo.

"Hmm. Unlike my father, I don't want to be there for you. It's only good for the prestige. But I want you dead, too. As the Mysmus stand at the top of the filament, not a single Dioram bloodline must exist"

So mouthed, Phileo braids his magic ceremony on the spot with a deranged grin.

"Nanya, I wonder if you could step back. I'll deal with him."

Eyed at the magical ceremony of Phileo's attempts to braid, Yui, with his hands on Nanya's shoulders, can only slightly help.

But the hand was paid off lightly.

"Captain, I'm sorry, but will you soothe me? I know your array goes well with a magician. But if Atai has to put his life on the line here, when will he?

Without looking back on Yui, Nanya thanked him for his care but rejected the suggestion.

"... ok. I'll leave you to it."

Thank you, Captain.

"Well, are you seriously going to look aside, Istarz? I thought I'd show you some countermeasures to that evil law of yours... okay. After you kill the abandoned princess there, you will disappear anyway. It just changes the order a little bit."

Fileo, who had seen the interaction between Yui and Nanya, slightly hoisted the right corner of his mouth to expose the two of them to a gaze that looked down from the margin of completing the magic ceremony.

"You're not talking a mess, old man. It's not the captain's turn. You're going to die here when Atai kills you!

"Well, give me that little girl's mouth. Know what you are. Mysm Family Secrets, Pulgatorio Gemma!

The moment you mouth that spell, before Phileo, a vast purgatory flame is created. Forced by that too much flame, only a few of Medium's men remain overwhelmed and flee the scene first.

But Nanya, who saw his magic, laughed at Fileo with her nose as if it were nothing.

"Hang on, it's amazing. It's magic. But it's just an awesome stop."

"What?"

"You still haven't noticed? That I am already within the magical boundaries of Atai's creation that I was talking about. And you don't know? Why the Abandoned Princess of Dioram was discarded. Antilles lexion!"

As soon as Nagna cast that spell, the magic formations that had been laid over Phileo's head without him noticing began to shine, the flames he was knitting suddenly began to be eaten by that formations.

In an instant, the flames disappear.

Then Nanya's braided magic formation just didn't eat enough, and the next hit the life form directly below.

"What is this! My life is taken... no, it's sucked away. Oh, no way, bloodsucking? The curse that you have reached is no longer a great curse!

Phileo feels that what should not be lost with tremendous momentum from his own body is rapidly lost with tiredness. But it no longer even came true for him to escape from that space, which happened to be squeezed out of his life force.

"Born into a therapeutic magic family, a magician has come to seize the life force of a truly opposite person. That's what you call an abandoned princess, you Nanya Dioram."

"A little girl like you treats a great curse that even the Great Demon Instructor Filament has forbidden to reach too dangerous! Stupid, that's what happened. Whew... my magic, my vitality."

One clear red light after another comes out of Fileo's body, which no longer even stands, and is taken into the magic formation.

At first glance, it was a fantastic sight.

But Phileo, who broke his knee and collapsed on the spot, turns into a brutal sight as soon as he starts gasping on the spot.

"You're not interested in your stinking magic or vitality. Let me destroy all this guy. Fuck you for losing everything. That's the end of the line for you."

When a ruthless word of Nagna echoes on the spot, the red light emanating from Fileo's body begins to diminish rapidly, and the moment he squeezes it all out, the magic formations braided over his head are fogged in the air.

And on the spot, only Phileo's lying figure existed, no longer showing any reaction.

"Nanya... are you okay?"

"Oh...... don't say anything. Please."

Nagna, who did not suck away Phileo's magic and lost almost all her magic by using curse magic, replies so with a slight tremor on her back when she entrusts her falling body to Yui.

Only when the space was filled with just silence.

But such silence never lasted long.

Because a man's pulling laugh echoed into the space.

"Huhuhuhuhu. Hey, let me see something really good yo"

"Who?

Nanya, who was turning to the Lord of her suddenly unleashed creepy laughter and keeping her body in Yui's chest, speaks out in anger.

who was ahead of her voice.

It was the last of the three householders, with a strained grin as he squeezed his fingers.