Unmotivated Hero's Tale

Napolai, a typical major city in southern Kisretin.

In the port of Santa Lucia, which should also be called the entrance to its sea, there is a fortress called Delovo.

"Cardinal Kettis. We've just received a report from the capital."

"Well, so what happened?

In one of the fortresses facing the sea, Kettis Esteheim, who was alone, rushes to ask the man who had rushed into the room.

"I have a message from Foreign Minister Hamze that the President has failed to take a decision"

"... I see. Did it happen?"

When he said so, he exhaled a small sigh of sighing, even though it depended on his old age, leaving him somewhere harsh. Then again, the gaze widens out the window, to the Gulf of Napolei. And the man who was supposed to be attached to the post of Minister of Military Affairs of this country, as the Cardinal of Cremea, moved his mouth in loneliness.

"As one who stands in different positions and serves under the same God, I am truly lonely. Yes, even if the death was predetermined."

"What can I do for you, Cardinal Kettis?

A subordinate who did not notice Kettis' monologue asks so with his head bowed at the entrance to the room.

Then Kettis shook his head small and turned to his men.

"There's nothing to rush about. Everything is as planned under the Archbishop. So let's just say we stand up as planned."

"Copy that. Then we will begin our decision to correct the corruption of President Tomiel and the Movement for Democratic Reform!

"Yeah, let's just say they reward the region for pushing that bump, working the unacceptable tyranny and privatizing the state in the center. Let me also follow the thoughts of the venerable goddess Sephem and assume command of the hotbed of corruption, the Milanir Crusade. That would be the mission entrusted to the Minister of Military Affairs of this country."

Kettis clearly declared so with a look that seemed only a little lonely.

Unlike the general public, including the citizens of Napolei, his men, knowing all the circumstances, smile bitterly for a moment at such a Kettis story.

But the look ahead of his gaze was so serious that he immediately fixed his standing.

"Excuse me. Cardinal, I have another report for you."

"One more thing? Well, what is it?

He doesn't even show a bare gesture that cares at all about the upset of his men in front of him, and Kettis asks that with a smile on his face.

"Home country. No, we have received an example from Turkmenistan"

"Hmm, that's the right time as if you plotted it. Probably due to the congregation under the Archbishop...... is that possible to operate?

"Yes, not just the ones, but also the troops."

"Troops...... Could it be the Gun Infantry?

No, Dragon Cavalry.

The moment I heard the word, for the first time a slight surprise appeared in Kettis' expression.

But it was only for a moment, and soon he opened his mouth.

"What a thank you to have a unit directly under the Archbishop. Again, I have to send you a thank you note. First of all, please ask those who participate in our decision for guidance on the guns. But don't let them know they're Turkmen."

"Copy that. Now if you'll excuse me."

Kettis' ordered subordinate leaves the room intact as he bows his head deeply again.

Those who so existed in this room by the sea were once again Kettis alone.

"Are you serious about sending direct troops? No, it probably goes hand in hand with my surveillance... but in any case, the race was waved. And then let us pray that the holy armies will draw the attention of his, if not his, so alarming mediator. To make this country right, no, this world as it should be."

As time goes by, Fort Ferrerolimus in Turkmenistan is present in a position that borders the Duchy of Hoshel.

The perimeter of the fort is filled by Turenian soldiers, who are preparing to go out now or now.

On the other hand, unlike the soldiers who prepare willingly, there was one noise in one room of the fort where their leadership gathered.

"I will report to you. Decisions in the Kisletin capital, Milanir, seem to have failed."

"What!? Is that true?

On the occasion of the Kisletin invasion, Bishop Mahzun, who was to serve as the staff of the Holy Army of Turmenia, receives unexpected reports and distorts his expression.

The soldier who made the report then opened his heavy mouth with a harsh look on his face.

"Yes...... the coup has already been suppressed and the officials seem to be being held captive one after the other"

"We have a coup d 'état in the capital, and our holy army starts its action in a coordinated fashion. The plan should have been perfect. Despite that... what a pity."

Cardinal Nurzan, who was to serve as a general of the Holy Army, exhaled a deep sigh when he spoke so and shook his head left and right.

Then the man with the long beard stored arms rises.

"After all, it was a mistake to trust a half-baker named Tommiel."

"Bishop Byram, it makes no sense to say that now. The question is, what are we going to do?"

Although Mahzun, who serves as the staff officer, understands the feelings of Bishop Byram, he proposes that a constructive debate be held as soon as possible.

In response to such his words, Nurzan, the head of the group, opened his mouth with a bitter expression.

"If this happens, we should also be able to look at retreating once"

"So, it's retreat? Stupid, Luconxista is... the godland recovery movement has just begun. Can you withdraw without achieving any results?

When he hears what Nurzan has to say, Byram, who was a hardliner in this march, turns his face bright red.

But Nurzan, who had turned to him like that and continued to argue cautiously about the march, stuck the given reality at him.

"So you want to fight that kisletin from the front? Though our holy army is eighty thousand, their total strength shall exceed ours. I don't care if you want to sacrifice your followers in vain."

"Mm, mmm..."

"You seem to have come to a conclusion. Then we are returning..."

Nurzahn, whose eyes saw Byram shut up, tried to keep his conclusions to his mouth.

But something stood in his way.

"May I have a moment?"

"... Judana Sabbath? What the hell is that?

The Mahzun priest of the staff immediately asks his sincerity when he turns his rugged gaze toward the young Judana, who blocked the Cardinal from speaking.

Then the lean midwife, with her eyes as if she had run blood, opened its mouth with a grin on her mouth.

"It's a hell of a thing to leave a soldier. Because the enemy is in a vortex of confusion in a coup, I don't know if I'm going to poke this... I doubt that's an act against God."

"What? You didn't listen to me now, even though I was entrusted with the responsibility of auditor of the military? As reported, the already planned coup d 'état in King's capital ended in failure."

When he hears what Judana has to say, Mahzun says so with a frightened look on his face.

But Judana laughed with her nose at what the high priest had said.

"Hehe, I see. Indeed, the coup in the capital, Milanir, ended in failure because of Tomiel, the incompetent. But how about a coup in southern Napolei?

"What? What is a Napolei coup?

Napolai, a large city in southern Kisretin.

Suddenly he heads to Judana, where he has spoken of a coup in the land, and Mahzun has a strange look on his face.

Soon after, Judana grinned like a little fool and slowly moved her nasty mouth.

"Oh, Mahzun Priest. Don't you know?

"I see... you're acting like truthful people again."

It was Cardinal Nurzane who bit his lower lip slightly and said so abominably.

"Heh heh, putting your lack of study on the shelf for covert behavior, etc. is completely unheard of. Besides, there is no such thing as cardinals, truthfulness, etc. We are only those who follow the instructions of the Archbishop. It is communicated only to those who, under the deep consideration of the Archbishop, should convey the order. What do you think is the problem?

"Mmm... but if this is about the operation, the necessary information should be given to the participating believers."

The Byrum of the Ship, irritated by Judana's remarks, gives a freaking expression of foxes borrowing the authority of the Archbishop.

But his words made Judas laugh with his nose.

"Hehe, the information you need? Oh, I'm sure you might. But to put it another way, it's just that I didn't have to tell you until now."

"... that's enough. I'm not going to ask you any more questions here. More than that, what the hell is a Napolei coup?

Nurzan, who sees the temperature in the conference room rapidly increasing and Byram trying to explode his anger, asks that in the form of controlling the tip of the plane.

"Hmm... If it's true, I'm worried about whether I should talk to you or not, but it would be fine if you didn't have orders from the Archbishop. I didn't even ask you not to pass on the information. In short, there is one man of your age in his country. That's all I'm saying when you're about to get a little bit of divinely obeyed action."

"Worse than me...... you're just Kettis Esteheim!

Eight Cardinals present in the Church of Cremea.

In it, Nurzan speaks of the name of the only uncomfortable man who continues to reside outside the country and breathes of the Archbishop.

Soon after, Judana affirmed the statement with a slightly playful gesture when she smiled at Nicole.

"Your answer. His Lord will be commanded by the Archbishop, and by now he will have been awakened in God's will."

"It was actually a simultaneous multiple coup...... he said. What if you and Tomiels were to be taken from the beginning?"

"Well, what is it about? Well, the Cardinals also sent people to Kisletin, which seemed to have been plotted, but in the end, no great achievements were made. That's all the great archbishop was afraid of, just in case he was hitting another hand."

Judana Auxiliary slowly hoists the right corner of his mouth in front of the same eye, looking cool.

With that look in his eyes, Nurzan understood clearly their position as they gripped their fists hard.

"Speaking of which, Crewson, who had Tomiel sticking around, was from the same Anqua seminary as you. He's yours, too!

"Well, Cruson. Was there someone like that? Either way, it doesn't matter who's already dead, and what's over. It's not the Mahzun Priest Hall any more than that, but I think the question is what we're going to do. Is it not?

So said Judana, pointing a meaningful gaze at Nurzan.

"... if you decide to withdraw, in the name of the Archbishop, you say so when you replace our necks in this room."

"Heh, that's not true. Probably."

"Probably...? You're probably not as good as the truthful ones."

"Cardinal Nurzan. I repeat, there is no such thing as truthfulness. We just..."

With a nasty grin, Judana shrugged her shoulders and repeated the same remarks she had just made.

Nurzan blocks listening to him like that no longer.

"Enough. I see what you're thinking. Then we'll ride your thoughts. No, let's let it go above that. Before your handkerchief, Kettis, reaches Milanir, our holy army drops the capital, Milanir."

"Hmm, fine. I am sure that our God will bless all of you who will move forward competitively for purpose. But just one piece of advice. Cardinal Kettis is not the only competitor for you."

"What?"

Suddenly he doesn't know the meaning of the words emanating from Judana's mouth, and Nurzan wrinkles between his brows.

The same was true of the heads of the army who were there.

Turning to them like that, Judana slowly opens her mouth as she looks down.

"Hehe, apparently you hear rumors that there are other disrespecters who are after his land. It's also on the other side that separated the ocean. Well, who will God smile at? May there be no blessings of the Mother Earth, Sephem, not to the savages, such as the Britannians, but to the faithful who are here."