Unmotivated Hero's Tale

"What... the Royal Army of the Rhindle started going south?

When a young long-haired man sitting in a chair receives a report from an older subordinate one turn than he does, he unwittingly rises from the chair and wrinkles between his brows.

"Yes, Master Kurnelson. They call it a military exercise, and they're training in action along the border of the Kingdom of Clarice."

"What do you mean? Why don't they move their armies against us..."

The man, called Kurnelson, says so with his hand on his chin.

Then his men mentioned one possibility.

"I don't know. What if you haven't noticed that the former kings are being captured?

"Grisel, that's not possible. Just in case you're using a few routes to warn them."

Yes, from the moment he raids and captures the former kings, Kurnelson is immediately making his own and hostage existential boasts towards the kingdom in various ways.

Inside, there were also heavier ministers of the kingdom who were more connected behind him than before, and it was therefore difficult to believe that their announcements had not been communicated.

However, his subordinate, Grisel, judging from the circumstances and mentioning another possibility.

"But it's true that their eyes are actually being directed south for some reason. If so, does that mean you no longer gave up on the former kings?

In response to Grisel's inquiry, Crunelson thinks slightly.

But as soon as I shook my head left or right, I denied the possibility.

"No, assuming it is, it should move the army even more toward us. If you don't really spare the lives of the hostages."

Crunelson understood that the presence of the hostages meant that they were not required to face a full-scale offensive by the Rhindle Royal Army.

Rather, if we tried him, we would have sought to capture the former kings in order to prevent such a situation.

But the fact that there is no reactions from the kingdom in this way, etc., was not assumed at all by him.

That's how Crunelson pushes silence once. And when I started lining up the various assumptions in that brain, the sound of suddenly knocking on the door of the room sounded at such a time.

"Who?

Suddenly stopped thinking, Kurnelson emits a slightly prickly voice towards the outside of the door.

Soon afterwards, a slightly wild man's voice was returned.

"It's Miyakka."

Hearing that voice emanating from outside the room, Crunelson turned his gaze toward Grissell.

Grisel nods one thing when he understands what that gaze means. Then he walked over to the door and welcomed Miyakka.

Excuse me, Captain.

The large Miyakka, who came into the room, immediately bows her head as she turns back to Kurnelson.

But to him like that, Kurnelson let him be reprimanded.

"Miyakka. I'm not the captain right now."

Hear the voice, or no, the soldier called Miyakka hurries to fix his standing.

And I immediately said my apology.

"And I beg your pardon, Master Kurnelson. As a matter of fact, I saw Master Ellenbauer earlier, and I would like to... see Master Crunelson."

Miyakka, who spoke of a name that he should not call again, softly glanced at the face of the superior officer in front of him, while stretching his expression.

Then the man at the end of his gaze was uncomfortable with the report, not his mistake.

"Shit, you mean they felt it too..."

"It will be inevitable. The Royal Army is moving the army to a large extent, as if to show it to us. into their ears was also a matter of time"

Grisel, who was listening to Miyakka's report on the side, takes his own view with a reluctant look on his face.

"Sure...... yeah. But why at this time of year...... okay, I wouldn't let them wait too long for now and give them unwanted suspicion either. Ellen, get Bauer over here."

"Ha, right away"

Miyakka rushes out of the room promptly as she responds.

Crunelson leaked his bitterness when he frowned at what such a big man did.

"There's no such thing as calm at all... it's trouble"

"But Master Crunelson. How can I help you?

Grisel, who remained on the spot, asks with a harsh look to his own superiors.

But Crunelson laughed and showed his concern with his nose.

You mean Ellen Bauer? Well, I know he's suspicious of us. But I don't think he realizes our true purpose, and he knows better than anyone else that he can't cut his hands off. Whatever you say, it's the right thing to say. "

"But... no, you're right"

For a moment, worried about glorifying an elite younger than himself, Grisel recalls that his own predecessor was left inspired by the pride of the youth in front of him. He therefore swallowed the words he had spoken.

But when he noticed his gaze, Crunelson creased between his brows. And I almost uttered the words I made a fool of myself for Grisel as it was.

But like blocking him like that, the knocking sounds in the room again.

"Excuse me. I have brought Master Ellenbauer."

As soon as the same wild voice emanated from outside the room, Kurnelson changed his expression and gave a bright voice.

"Oh, Lord Ellenbauer? Please, come in."

Using that voice as a signal, when the door of the room was opened, a middle-aged great man emerged from it, along with an earlier big man, no less than he did.

"Lord Kurnelson, I'm sorry to keep you busy."

As a soldier, Miyakka, who has a standard physique, builds up her own flesh so much that she looks like a poor man, makes a mouthful of Ellenbauer that she doesn't even look sorry for the shards.

Ellenbauer von Salate.

This Ellenbauer is the man who trusted Murasene, originally very strong in his suspicions, to keep all of his own private soldiers when he could not move from the king's capital.

He was originally just one of Wang Capital's guards.

Its forged flesh, however, clearly outweighs other guards and caught his eye when it accidentally served as the guard for the murky scene.

At first he bought only force as that individual, and Muracene left him direct protection.

In doing so, Muracene likes this man who pledges allegiance to himself, albeit with emotional ups and downs, and faithfully carries out his own orders, to finally entrust himself with the maintenance of self-rule policing.

And the Independent Army, which names itself as inheriting the will of this murah scene, was at the centre of it was the security forces of the land he built up.

With that circumstance, he exists as the head of this independent army, along with Kurnelson, who brought in vast amounts of funds and information of unknown origin.

"Ha, no, don't worry, Lord Ellenbauer. So, what can I do for you now?

"I think I've already received some information from you. They say the Royal Army has gone south."

In response to that Ellenbauer remark, Crunelson deliberately leans his neck.

But when he pounded his hand after a few moments, he opened his mouth as if he'd just remembered.

"Oh, speaking of which, you've also heard such reports. And what did that do to you?

With a grin on his face, he sees Kronelson treating his story as if it were nothing, and Ellen Bauer floats blue on his temples.

"What's wrong... you say? This seems like a problem to me, but did you say Lord Kurnelson was different?"

"Ha, Yukiyoshi problem? What the hell are you talking about?"

While witnessing the wrath of a great man with a much harder flesh than himself, Kurnelson dares to blur without the wind he cared about in particular.

Then, finally, in things like intolerable, Ellenbauer vandalized his voice.

"So I would have said earlier. They drove the army south. This means the Kings are ignoring us."

"Ha, I think that's quite a thing"

"Fine... what are you talking about! Can't we just let them recognize the independence of this Muracene country?"

As Ellenbauer walked over to Kronelson, he waved down those two fists toward the executive desk installed to separate them.

When the fist comes into contact with the desk, the impact passes to the floor of the room, and Grisel, who was present on the spot, remembers the illusion as if the ground had swayed.

But even in the wake of such intimidating behavior on the part of the man in front of him, Kurnelson does not show the bare gesture he has always moved and utters words with his neck gently tilted.

"Well, is that right? The enemy feared us, and went down south -"

"Is there a reason for that? How many soldiers do you think the Royal Army has? Hundreds of times what we are. Nonetheless, is there any reason to fear us?"

Just because he's unwilling to listen to Crunelson's unlikely assumptions, Ellen Bauer slaps reality at him.

Still, however, it should be noted that Kurnelson continued to put a thin laugh on that look.

"Hmm, well I guess I do. So, so?

"Don't be ridiculous, Crunelson. I'm guessing you took command of that operation. Nonetheless, the hostages we have obtained have done nothing to help. I'm asking you what you're going to do with that responsibility?

At last, in such a way as to be intolerant, Ellenbauer slaps Kronelson on the true purpose of his own visit.

Meanwhile, the long-haired young man, questioned as to where he was responsible for his over-day manoeuvres, made him laugh invincibly as he spread his hands to the left and right.

"Oh, is that what you mean? Then I wish you had told me so sooner. But unfortunately, I don't know what responsibility means."

"Oh my God!

Listening to what the lad in front of him said, as if to grin at his remarks, Ellenbauer still exposes his anger with a seizing momentum.

However, as if to control his attempts at concrete action, Kurnelson uttered one question.

"On the contrary, I ask Lord Ellenbauer, was it also to our detriment to capture the former kings?

"Mmm... that's..."

In response to Crunelson's inquiry, Ellenbauer unexpectedly loses his word.

Twice over such a self, he turns to a bigger man, and Kurnelson opens his mouth with an invincible grin.

"Nothing in particular... right? Then you won't mind."

"Surely there is no disadvantage. But without profit, it would have been futile to attack the former king with all those men and armies."

Ellen Bauer, who really wanted to take the lead of this Independent Army away from the man in front of her frigid eyes, says so all the time about losing.

Crunelson, however, ironically laughed at his resistance like that.

"Ha, indeed, many of the troops we put in at that time borrowed from Lord Ellenbauer. But they should have returned almost intact. If I may add further, the soldiers' arming and so on, as well as the food we used, were also provided by us. Well, wasn't it?

The moment that Kronelson's words were uttered, Ellenbauer pushed silently as he glanced at the man in front of him.

Towards him like that, Kurnelson goes on to say more.

"Well either way, Lord Ellenbauer. Even pointless bills now don't necessarily help. Not to mention the cards we have are two royalty. Trump cards are what you keep to hang up when you have to."

"... fine. Now I will accept what you say."

In response to Kronelson's remarks, one by one, impaired by eclampsia, Ellenbauer, who had to understand that he could not be stuffed any further under the current circumstances, declared that he would be forced to back off.

On the other hand, in response to his reaction like that, Crunelson nods one thing to his satisfaction, once again appealing to them that they are conceding.

"Thank you. No, I know what Lord Ellenbauer thinks. Those who do not know which horsebone, suddenly offer to cooperate and behave with our faces. I certainly wouldn't feel comfortable in your shoes. [M] But I want you to trust us here. As part of that trust, we keep a trump card called Royalty under your control."

Now, Kurnelson, who devised an operation to abduct two royal families by force, leaves that management to the Ellenbauers.

This is, of course, an indication of the concessions made to them as a form, but more than that, it was a realistic manifestation of Crunelson's appreciation of the royalty. This means that for his true purpose, the card Royalty was not so important.

Thus, the conversation to be had between them ended.

Acknowledging his defeat on this occasion, Ellenbauer makes a statement about leaving the room with a bitter look on his face.

But at that time, a completely unexpected report jumped into the room.

"So, enemy attack! The Royal Army. The people of the Royal Army suddenly appeared..."

Ellenbauer's child keeper soldier rushes into the room with a pale face.

His words could never be uttered to the end like that.

Because, along with the impact as if the whole castle were rocking, a completely different sound shook the same tympanic membrane so strongly.

"Ha, student opponents aren't bad, but the battlefield is still good!

Blast created by an explosion magic unleashed by itself.

Lerim grins contentedly as he softens his hair in the wind.

Malfez, then standing next to her, turns to her as she clasps her cheeks.

"Hey, relim. Don't overdo it. There are two of you in the castle."

"I know. So as you can see, I'm relieving myself, and I've used this much, and nothing's going to go wrong."

Relim, who had an invincible grin, heard Malfez's grumpy voice, slightly grumpy.

"Don't be silly, Relim. Do you really know what this is all about? Our job is not to destroy this castle."

"... how long have you been such a good girl because you've gotten a little great? Besides, I'm just doing what he told me to do. I don't want to destroy this castle. So let's get a little more serious next time."

"Wait, wait."

The moment he heard Lerim's words, Malfez, who opened his eyes, spoke out in a panic to stop her.

But his voice will be wiped out by a blast that is too light to stop.

"Play it, Explosion!

A second explosion magic unleashed by a woman of the former court magician.

As a signal to the two of us who are not here, this magic, which can be considered too excessive, became precisely the bell that marks the beginning of this operation.