Unmotivated Hero's Tale

Milca Porte Street.

It was one of the main streets connecting East and West in the northern region of Clarice and the shortest route from Le Aeg to Carlin.

This street has long been used to transport Carlin's demonic stones to and from various parts of the country by sea route, and although it is now only limited in terms of maritime transport, it is naturally a way for pedestrians to meet each other on a daily basis.

Right now, however, I didn't see any pedestrian wagons on this street.

Something clearly visible in such a street.

It was the figure of a large group flying the flag of a country across the sea.

"Hmm, you've taken longer to assemble the whole army than I thought."

"I have to. Because our country can't afford to transport all our troops to boulders at once."

Marianne, a deputy officer manipulating a horse next to the commander, tells her to turn to her superior officer in a pale tone.

Then Franz, the commander, sighed one big time, and affirmed her view.

"Unfortunately, you're right. I can't help but mourn what I've done with it. Let's just say it serves a primary purpose. So, how much longer is it going to take to get to Burtone?

"Right. The people in the House of Lords have been escorting us... but the guide said it was around six days."

"Six days. Hmmm......"

With that far in his mouth, Franz puts his right hand on his chin.

The worsening weather caused a slight delay in the arrival of the third party from the country, which had already exceeded the schedule. However, the itinerary itself is proceeding without particular trouble. Despite the enemy land, and without major trouble.

If you say so, too quiet a march.

That, on the contrary, was making Franz, of worrying nature, feel disgusting on the contrary.

"What have you done, Commander?

"No, it's going too well. I was wondering if I missed anything or made a mistake."

"As always, you are."

To state just that, Marianne exhales a deep sigh.

Ever since I was assigned under Franz, I've put a lot of stupidity and worry into that ear. However, only this paradoxical nature of worrying because it's going well is still unfamiliar.

Meanwhile, Franz laughs unwittingly when he realizes that he is also stunned by the look on his deputy's face.

"No, don't worry about it like I always say. It's all sexual."

"I know, because we've known each other for a long time."

"Oh, I'm sorry. And thanks for everything, Marianne."

Marianne blushes just a little to that word emanating from nature and her superior officer's mouth.

Meanwhile, when Franz distracted himself like he was in trouble with that reaction, one of his men suddenly ran his horse closer.

"Commander, I'd like to report a few things!

"Something. Did you find it in the enemy ambush?

"No, it's not like that, actually, I caught a pedestrian moving suspiciously forward"

"A pedestrian?

Franz wrinkles between his eyebrows when he hears what his men have said.

Then, just to be sure, my men nodded.

"Yes, for some reason I've been running my horse all the way over here, but suddenly I see our flag, trying to escape off the streets and into the woods... so suspicious that the advance team has captured me"

"... isn't that just to say that you were surprised to see our troops?

Marianne asks, with a strange look on her face, after hearing her subordinates' report.

But in response to her such questions, her men uttered unexpected things.

"No, that's it, but I'm talking about something very odd. I don't know what that means, but he says, 'The Britannian army has come from behind and before'"

"From behind and before... you say? What the hell is that?"

Franz gently rubs his jaw with his right hand as he wrinkles between his brows.

Then his men, who rushed to his report, opened their mouths, slightly nagging.

"I don't know...... it could be some mistake"

"Hmm..."

It was not a strange thing to say.

Initially, we have been running horses towards ourselves, so it is not natural that there was a Britonian army on the one hand.

That, however, does not explain what it means to have the Britonian army on the other side as well.

"Besides us, were there troops sent to this country?

"I don't think that... Even our conscription proposal could be rubbed by Parliament, and by Her Majesty's cleverness and strong determination, we managed to cross the sea. Nonetheless, there can't be any other troops coming to the land easily"

"Not to mention faster than us..."

Marianne says so in the form of taking over the superior officer's words.

Meanwhile, Franz nodded at her views like that, shifting that gaze to his head-dropping subordinates.

"In the meantime, a little more information from that merchant..."

"Commander, it appears that the troops we were sending to the advance party have been attacked by the enemy. Several people have been injured."

A new soldier rushing beneath him makes an unexpected report in a way that blocks the instructions that Franz is about to give.

As soon as possible, Franz's expression froze.

"He said it was an enemy attack!? Did they feel it? So what about the enemy?

"He said it only fired an arrow blow and then fled somewhere."

"... you mean you let him get away with it!

Without concealing his discomfort, Franz reprimands the soldier.

Then he bowed his head deeply in awe.

"I'm sorry. There were so few enemies, and the interests of the land were over there, I couldn't catch them."

"What's done is good. But..."

"Yes, I'm not saying there's a zero chance of accidental encounters, but I was wondering if it's possible first"

Yes, there should be a little more confusion and upset with each other if we encounter a battle. Either way, because the enemy doesn't necessarily know Britnia exists.

However, a vivid M.O. that made him leave without taking a counter-attack after a blow.

That was a clear denial of that possibility.

"I guess. Perhaps the enemy is aware of our actions. I guess that's why you've been leading the way. But for what purpose..."

His questioning.

It was a suspicion that the enemy had wasted an excellent opportunity.

This means that we abandoned the overwhelming advantage that only our enemies knew our trends by simply releasing an arrow at the advance party.

Meanwhile, in this context, Marianne is concerned about something entirely different. That is, the cause of the leak in their current location or existence.

"Regardless of the purpose, why did our trends come to light? Of course, the House of Lords may have tipped them off."

"For them, there are too few benefits to doing it. If there is, it could be a sacrifice for them to strive to reconcile with the Queen... but it would be hard to think about it first"

With Britnia as a offering, we aim to reconcile ourselves with the Queens.

The possibility in itself is by no means deniable. But realistically it seemed too stupid, and almost deniable because of their character.

Either way, it's too dangerous to keep moving forward helplessly.

Franz, who thought so, continues his words immediately.

"Either way, we need to be careful, after we get caught in the enemy's net. I don't even know the size of the people who are about to confront us. Behave carefully from here. Be vigilant with both the avant-garde guards and assign the surrounding enemy units from each unit."

"How was the end?

With the return of a horseback riding unit consisting of dozens of planes in its eyes, the skinhead man asks that with a smile.

"As you ordered in fifth place, we have retreated with only one shot without staying long."

"Hehe, a lot. So, of course, you're ready for the next one, right?

"Yes, as you instructed, we are proceeding as planned regarding the blockade of streets using fences and large rocks"

Hermihoff, who commands the executive force, answers that in an unspeakable tone.

With that in mind, Clary nodded one big satisfactorily.

"Okay, perfect. All you have to do is mount a moderate raid to alert the enemy. Just don't go deep."

"I understand. Whatever, because the numbers are originally too different...... but are you sure?

"What?

In response to a suddenly pointed question, Clary tilts his neck slightly.

Hermihoff then, feeling a little confused, kept his mouth shut with the doubts he had in himself.

"No, to such a crappy trap, to a raid… to squander its precious supplies and time"

During this short period of time, a number of traps were instructed to make only a few, anyway, because it could be almost harmless. To be honest, it was all too low-quality to be easily avoided or deactivated.

That's why Helmihoff, who questioned its effectiveness, asks his superior officer so.

On the other hand, his superior officer laughed happily as he hoisted the right corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, don't worry about it. Originally, it wasn't a trap to harm the enemy."

"Not a trap to harm?

A trap is something that is inherently used to cause damage to an enemy.

Helmihoff accidentally black-and-white his eyes at the words of Clary, who denies its purpose from the ground up.

However, the skinhead man in front of him, whose scoundrel side suits him, laughing meaningfully, turned to him and declared the continuation of the operation exalted.

"Oh. Either way, all the materials and expenses I've spent are on my husband. So don't hesitate to use what was left of Carlin. My husband's face will turn blue later."