Unmotivated Hero's Tale

Presidential residence of the Republic of Kisletin.

Its current lord, the sixty-second president, Tomiel Brown, heard the report of the man in front of him with a somewhat harrowing look.

"I mean, the Clarice guys are likely to come to the Mushroom Western Conference... is that what you mean?

"Yeah, you're right, Mr. President. It was initially thought to be a non-participation, but suddenly it seems to have expressed its willingness to participate."

A united religious front forming a coalition regime with the democratic reform movement to which Tomiel belongs. Hamze Pamir, its deputy party leader and foreign minister in the current administration, spoke pale of the report towards the president.

At that moment, Tomiel deepens the wrinkles between his brows.

"But that's a funny story, Minister of Foreign Affairs. I heard that his country was on the verge of a civil war and that it was not in a very good position to send a delegation outside, but I guess that meant that the situation was different."

"No, as you should have said, it shouldn't have been possible to participate. But there was a country that did something extra."

"The country that did the extra thing? Did the Empire plot something again?"

Tomiel asks so with an abominable look when a nation that should be called the enemy of uncertainty in the western part of the continent turns its head.

But the old man, standing in front of him, shook his head lightly to the left and right.

"No, not the Kelm Empire. The country in question is the Rhindle."

"With the line dollar...... his country should have had an independent coup as we planned, and by now he should be more physically impotent than Clarice?

Tomiel asks Hamze in a tone that seems unexpected, knowing the existence of an operation that was activated in confidence, led by the Intelligence Department.

Hamze then slightly shifted his gaze and put the latest information brought to his mouth.

"There was something a little off the record. The young foolish king of his kingdom turned his army to the south to see what went wrong."

"What... does that mean you left the coup and invaded Clarice?"

Meaning Rhindle advanced the main force of the army to the south.

If you interpret that as it is, nothing but an invasion of Clarice.

Of course, because of the current line dollar situation, the invasion of Clarice itself was unlikely.

However, it should be noted that no other possible option existed at Tomiel's disposal.

"I thought so at first, too. But, thank you for taking the time to exercise. It's near Clarice's border, too."

"You think it's an exercise? Isn't that a blackmail mistake?"

Slightly hoisted his eyebrows, Tomiel turns to Hamze with a strange look.

"Yeah. I thought so, too. So to make sure it was true and false, we sent a few people from the intelligence department. And to put the result in short...... apparently it really just does the exercise. Of course, from Clarice's side, they think it's nothing but an act of intimidation."

"... what do you mean? If you say you moved the army on a whim for no reason, then it's just a story of the King of Rhindles saying he's just a fool. But just under these circumstances, if you give such an order, someone in your subordinate will praise you. I don't know how to solve it."

Tomiel, having received a report from Hamze, puts his hand on his jaw and thinks in the same position.

Then immediately, Hamze uttered one hypothesis.

"I share the view, Mr. President. At least, I was wondering if I might stick some kind of political demand to Clarice... but so far there's no such move from the Intelligence Department."

"Threats against Clarice in a state of civil war. It is muscular to think so. But you're saying that such a move doesn't even exist?

"At least for now..."

Hamze, who said so, shakes his neck slowly, left and right.

Tomiel, who saw the trick, breathed out one big sigh.

"That's an unnatural and puzzling story. But now there's one thing that's clear."

"What is it?

"It is likely that the current king, King Kayla, abandoned his father, the former king."

From the information obtained so far, Tomiel drew one conclusion.

Of course he is also aware that the amount of information is insufficient to draw conclusions. But it seemed to him, at least, that it was clear that he did not give top priority to his father's life.

Listening to its interpretation of Tomiel, Hamze nods one small thing when he thinks slightly.

"Sure, you're right. If so, you might be willing to ignore the existence of the former kings and continue to ignore the independence coup all the time as it is. In the long run, it wouldn't be such a bad decision for their country."

"I think so, too. But it's a thoughtful decision. Is there any chance that King Kayla was neglecting the existence of his father?

Tomiel asks for answers to the emotional twists between them as a reason not to give top priority to the former king.

"Are you saying that we were fortunate enough to use our plot… I have been told that the parents and children were good friends. The real belly is something no one knows."

"But when the hostages come in handy, will this coup end in failure?"

A chilled coffee placed on a desk.

As he carries it to his mouth, Tomiel swallows only one bite and gives him an unpleasant look.

And Hamze slowly opened his mouth, anticipating that he had placed the coffee cup on his desk again.

"I guess it will be what you expected. It's a regional coup that we've been planning. Even if they don't seriously mobilize the army, if they leave their surroundings solidified, they'll have to reach their limit point before it's too far away. Rather, if we take this option, Rhindle will lose nothing but the lives of the hostages."

"Domestic support may, of course, be lost. But they don't need an election like us, a king whose wounds are relatively shallow... if you understand that much and sacrifice your family, then King Kayla should be considered a horrible man inside."

"Yeah. It was a rumor of a good king, but it could only mean posing against the people. But how can you be so young?"

Hamze had always thought that the mentor should be a cold-blooded realist.

In that sense, the President in front of him is of the point and he believes.

But at the same time, Hamze was once again convinced that there was.

It is the leader of the Unitarian Religious Front to which he belongs and who currently holds the Minister of Military Affairs that he is so complete as a leader that he cannot be compared to the President in front of him and others.

Meanwhile, such Hamze's thoughts were approximated, and Tomiel's thoughts, the president, were directed at the young king of Rhindle, whom he had yet to see.

"At this rate, you'll probably be attending next month's Western conference with a face that doesn't eat anything. The king of lunatics who killed his father."

"The king of madmen...... is it? Maybe that's true. There is also a past where he was originally a prince, but led the resistance to overthrow the mura scene. Please be very careful at the next Western Conference."

I had no intention of overthrowing the campaign for democratic reform of the man in front of me. But now that we have a coalition regime, it is not easy for the president in front of us to fall. Such a thought struck me head, but late, Hamze draws the President's attention just in case.

Meanwhile, with such a slight neglect of his infusion, he dared not put it on his face and let Tomiel accept it.

"Absolutely. Whether your personality is cruel or not, it's irrelevant if it doesn't adversely affect our country. But in any case, if he's actually going to come, he should have enough rules in place by then."

"Yes, we will use them if we can, and if we can't."

"I just need you to disappear. Every Rhindle Kingdom."

That's what I said. Tomiel laughs thinly.

Hamze felt dependable about the reaction of that president, while he was a person from another party.

That's how the conversation between the two broke for a moment.

The door to the president's office is knocked, as if he had anticipated the timing.

Excuse me, Mr. President.

"I guess that voice is you, Ufena. Come in."

When he hears a voice coming from outside the door and understands it as Ufena, who serves as the chief security officer for the presidential residence, Tomiel gives permission to enter.

And after taking a breath, a giant enough that the entrance door felt narrow appeared indoors.

"Oh, was this Minister for Foreign Affairs Hamze here as well? Mr President, Captain Kurnelson of the Second Intelligence Department, who was sending him to the Rhindle, has just returned… asking to see the President. It depends on your report."

"What, Crunelson?

Tomiel deepens the crease between his eyebrows as he hears the name of the person emanating from Ufena's mouth.

Seeing that reaction, Ufena opened her mouth again, with slight hesitation.

"Yes, something urgent."

"... okay. Bring him in."

"Ha!"

Ufena, with the President's permission, leaves one salute and leaves the room early.

That's how the room quieted down again, and Tomiel turned to Hamze for that view.

"What do you think, Foreign Secretary?

"Right...... Back at this halfway point, that means you're ready to complete the coup with just the guys you cooked, or -"

Hamze mouths another prediction, showing a bit of stray. But Ufena's loud voice emanated from outside the room, as if to block his voice like that.

"Mr. President, I've brought Captain Kurnelson with me."

"Pass through."

In response to the chief security officer's voice, Tomiel immediately grants permission to enter the room.

And when the door of the room was opened, a young man dressed in dirty clothes appeared inside the room.

Excuse me for the night, Mr. President.

Stiffing his expression, Crunelson bows his head toward Tomiel.

Noticing such an appearance of him and the stench emanating from himself, Tomiel gave an uncomfortable look.

"Mr. Crunelson. I'm sure you were in the middle of official business at the Rhindle... but more than that, what the hell is wrong with you?

"That was the inevitable situation in the operation… Whatever it was, I had to report it as soon as possible, so it was up to me to rush from the Rhindle to get dressed."

The confident, narcissistic young man manages to squeeze out a response while distorting his expression to his own tasted humiliation.

Meanwhile, Tomiel, who was less comfortable with that elite thought than before, pursued his remarks in such a cold voice.

"Well, because of the operation, So you're involved in the plan at the Rhindle that I was leaving to you. So, what happened to the example plan?"

"That is… the plan for independence of the former Murassen territory… has failed"

As he interrupts less of a word of humiliation, Crunelson reports the facts he tastes.

As soon as he did, he felt clearly that the temperature in the room would cool down as if it were the middle of winter.

"... can you explain it specifically?

A cold voice, released from Tomiel's mouth.

Having received it directly from the front, Kurnelson utters the word potpourri after gently biting his lower lip.

"The enemy… the Royal Rhindle Army turned its main force to the south. And our vigilance has only slightly loosened the gap... and we have assaulted the castle of Millenberg, the castle of the Muracene... with the best of our enemies."

"I do hear he was holding the former king and the First Princess hostage. It's not like they took the hostage back, destroyed it, is it, Mr. Kronelson?

From the look and voice of the confident in front of him, Hamze doubts that the worst ending could have been triggered.

"It's..."

In response to the voice of recourse from Hamze, the foreign minister, Kurnelson just distorted his expression and was unable to utter any words.

Tomiel sighs loudly as he sees the reaction.

"Well, I don't mind failure. Originally, it wasn't meant to be a coup. So, I guess we made it to the point where we could stop them on the linear?

"No......"

"You're telling me you couldn't achieve one thing with all that budget and time?

Tomiel utters an annoying voice just in response to Crunelson's pitiful response.

Then, the confident and usually valiant Kurnelson silenced himself on the spot.

Thus, the place is, by the way, overshadowed by silence.

In such a frozen space, Hamze's laughter suddenly echoed, completely unlike the air on the field.

"Ha, well, President. His own struggle tells the story of what he looks like now. It seems true that you worked powdered yourself for the country, and that's about it for today."

The moment that Hamze's voice spreads into space, a slight light plunges into Kurnelson's expression.

But just because the other man present on this occasion couldn't understand, he gave me a more offensive look.

"... Isn't that a little sweet, Foreign Secretary?

"Not appreciating effort is not what our free people do. So here's a suggestion from me, I wonder if it's okay for me to give you the salvation of my soul, even with his dedication."

That word emanated from Hamze with a distorted grin.

As soon as he hears it, Crunelson pales his face, he hastily opens his mouth in confusion.

"Oh, wait!

"I don't know what's going on, Mr. Crunelson. I'm not always as confident as you are. Let's give Sephem, the goddess of the earth, the right to go and seek the salvation of his soul. No more honor. What's up, more chest strain?"

That's what Hamze says as he exchanges the names of his own faithful Cremean God, he hoists the right corner of his mouth.

With that look on his face, Kurnelson could only assume that the man in front of him was the incarnation of the devil.

"Please, just give me one more chance!

"Dude, that doesn't really look like you right now. Apparently, the air on the Rhindle has stained the soul that surrounds it. Mr. Ufena, are you there? Take him with you. Pay."

Turning outside the room, Hamze gives the order out loud.

As soon as he arrived, a musculoskeletal big man appeared in the room, and strapped his wings to Kronelson, who burst into flames.

"Have mercy, give me another chance"

Crunelson's pleading voice echoes through the room.

But no one reacted to that voice.

And he is forced to be taken by the chief guard.

"But no way to turn the main force to the south...? I must correct what I said about the king of madmen. And..."

"Yes. More than you can imagine, the Rhindle is not insulting"

In the wake of Tomiel's fears, Hamze went on to say that he himself was in agreement.

Tomiel then nods loudly, and puts his thoughts on the enemy's thoughts.

"Right. But they're also going to take some serious measures."

"What if... No, you think too much"

"What the hell, Foreign Secretary? Have you noticed anything?

Tomiel asks Hamze, who has suddenly cut the word, with a serious face.

"No, I don't think it's possible, but in the north of Clarice, the face of that country's House of Lords holds much of its territory. Above all, their central Lord Blau is a great aristocrat in the north. What if the Rhindlers were not just after the coup, but were sending troops to the south to seal off the aristocrats in northern Clarice..."

"No way... there must be no reason for them to get that far and get Clarice's people to attend the Western Conference"

Although Clarice and Rhindle are in alliance, it is only a contract that ends in a relationship formed by mutual compromise.

The lack of familiarity between the current Heads of State had already been investigated by the intelligence services of Kisletin and it had been found that there was a lack of interaction between them.

It is only a matter of concern that there is only one person who connects the two nations.

However, his figures were out of the news a few years ago, and now even his life and death are unknown.

That's why Hamze calms his own thoughts once he sees the coincidence overlap and tries to overestimate his enemies.

"Right. It just so happens that the situation overlaps. That's probably the case. But if in the Western Conference his two countries interacted and did the math that would not allow us to take the lead... it would be a terrible wise man, the one who painted this picture."

"Hmm. I know it's just an unfortunate coincidence... but let's just say we're on guard"

Just a coincidence.

After hearing Hamze's words, Tomiel thinks it's natural to think so again. However, as he has repeated in his previous political life, he dared speak to the Minister for Foreign Affairs with words for insurance.

Hamze nods once and for all, even as he sees through Tomiel's insides like that. He then slowly opened his mouth as he pointed his own gaze in the western direction.

"Yeah. The coming Western conference is the stage we create and perform. If you're going to try to get in there with your earthfoot, you'll need to purify and raise each of those dirty feet. In the name of our Mother Earth, Sephem."