Unmotivated Hero's Tale

"... so you want me to believe such a Yatai story?

Feliam, who sent Ain and his men to the office, asks them so in advance of the facts told to him by the man in front of him.

Then the man in front of him slightly distorted his mouth as he spread his hands gently left and right.

"Hehe, believe it or not, it's up to you. Either way, it's true that the card I'm lying on is gone."

"Don't you have a card that I lay low on...? A Kremeans lurking among the reformists are trying to pull Turkmenistan into our country. If this revealed card is real, it's a big deal. But I wanted to show you the card because you kept laying down your true name."

The actions of the Turkish army, which were told by Ein.

Feliam's expression was stiff, even though he showed it in his mouth, only that the person who told him about it was the person.

Ain't relative to him like that, on the other hand, he smiles bitterly without thinking of the poison contained in his words.

"Ha, I'm not even going to stay down much anymore, but for once I'm still going to Ain't. No, I don't mind an ace closer to you, but so far, it's more convenient."

"I don't know your convenience. But because of you, this convenience is scattered. Take a peek out the window. As a result of your presence here, intelligence agencies from all over the country, including the First and Second Intelligence Departments, have aligned themselves with the Goose Neck. In spite of all that noise."

Standing up and gazing out the window, Feliam tells him so in a bitter tone.

In response to the words, Ain slightly missed his gaze.

"Hey, I'm sorry. But basically, because we're moving to gather them. Of course, there were no such raids planned earlier."

"To gather them? What the hell is going on? I don't suppose you're thinking of calling Zhu and putting them all over the grid, etc.?

"I wouldn't do anything to a boulder that would be such a big diplomatic problem. And first of all, it still looks like me and him are strangers to each other."

While denying Feliam's joke, Ain speaks once again of pre-construction.

Then Feliam turned to him and ran a sharp gaze.

"Hmm... So what for? The more vigilant they are, the more difficult it will be for you to move."

"Yeah. Thanks to you, I've been breathing lately. Because when you're out there, you're always stared at by double-digit people or more."

"But you think that's more convenient? Ace, open the card you're hiding behind your back, not the card you were lying on the ground with. We'll talk about it later."

Though he is now spoiled by the opposition, Feliam is a politician of war.

That's why he was hitting that Ein still had a hidden hand tag at his disposal.

On the other hand, Ain, who receives a request directly from the front, takes from his nostalgia a return from a certain person who, with a sinister look on his face, was carrying it with him without letting go of his skin.

"Ha... you have no choice. Seriously, this is my last trump card."

Feliam takes away the seal Ain took out in momentum as if it were a flinch.

And the moment he dropped his eyes on the text, he froze to the spot.

"... then it's stupid. What are you thinking? There's a Western meeting open right now."

"Yeah, as I said, it's a western conference. Anyway, that's why I'm here in Miranill."

Ein replies yummy, understanding exactly what the word he is saying in Feliam's mouth means.

Towards him like that, Feliam, who no longer had room for sarcasm, made a confirmation to push the precaution directly from the front.

"Are you seriously going to cut this card?

"Of course it is. Instead, as you can see from the text, the card itself has already been cut."

That's how Ein replies, shrugging her shoulders gently.

Then, after one sigh, Feliam modified the direction of the inquiry.

"... sure. But why were you willing to reveal this to me?

"Huh? That's because, of course, I've been telling you to reveal the cards you're hiding."

"You're not. Either way, at some stage you were going to reveal this card. Just like you think, to move me. Didn't I?"

The inquiry was full of some certainty.

That's why the man questioned smiles bitterly as troubled.

"Ha, I'll leave it to you to imagine"

"Hmm, even though we are dealing with a fallen former head of state, how great it sounds... but if the invasion of Turkmenistan is true, it can be considered an unprecedented crisis for our country. So much so that this man moves."

With that in his mouth, Feliam once again looks at the name of the sender of the seal in his hand.

Ain then dared to suggest that there was a slight discrepancy in his plan.

"The truth is that the order is a little different. Well, that doesn't matter now. What better than that, former President Feliam? Could you chew one on my plan, too, to counter the impending them?

"Ask one thing before you give that reply. Let's just say I joined your plan and everything worked out. In that case, what should we reward you with?

"Nothing. Nothing."

That was too natural and a light answer.

That is why Feliam strengthens his gaze and asks the man in front of him again.

"So you're just a maniac and a hobbyist, and you're moving?

"Ha, boulders don't have that. Because I am not living by eating the sumptuous. Just for at least one reason, they're really going to be the necklace in my realization of my ideal life. So please understand that this is a necessity."

"Necessarily compelled..."

It was clear to Feliam that the answer was not all.

However, he understood from his previous relationship that he could not get any further answers. And if the man in front of you does not dare to tell, it is also basically unimpeded for him.

Meanwhile, Ain clearly made one declaration out of his mouth as he watched Feliam's expression as he shut up.

"Yeah, I'm pressed for necessity. And for that reason, I thought I'd put a little face on the table from my hiding place."

"On the table...? Heroes of the Redemption...... No, should we call them heroes of the West of the Continent from now on?

Along with the other name of the man in front of you, the word hero is considered synonymous.

Where Feliam spoke of it, Ain shook his head left and right in embarrassment.

"Ha, please don't. As I said earlier, I only move the rub for myself and those I like. By and large, you guys are always exaggerating."

"Well, that's what you said, it just sounds ironic."

Feliam laughs lightly with her nose at Ain's remarks.

Then he turned to him like that, and Ain clearly made one invitation.

"I don't think that's so ironic. Whatever, Master Feliam. Why don't you walk with me on the road ahead?

"Is that for you?

"No, to save the western part of the continent."

Words of a disjointed ein of fiction or decoration.

The moment it hits the tympanic membrane, Feliam shakes her neck longitudinally without getting lost.

The appointment was made between a man who disappeared from the tabular stage of history here and a man who was excluded from the tabular stage of politics.