Unmotivated Hero's Tale

The battle between Cremea and the Republic of Kisletin.

It was even as the Clarice army struggled against the Britonian army, there was always a one-off offensive, and it continued even now that his country had begun post-war processing.

For Kisletin, the current situation is by no means fragrant.

That lay precisely in the fact that his country was being forced into Operation Two Fronts.

On the eastern front, the holy army, arguably the main body of the Turkish army, is mobilizing its total strength to continue its invasion, and in the present situation the situation persists where it manages to just stop and do the best it can.

And on the southern front, the Kremeans, who continued to expand their forces in the country, had assembled as their flag one man who once served as the country's military minister, a status quo that further shredded the forces of the Kisletin army.

In such a southern Kisletin, the city of Napolai is precisely at its core.

Only this city had already begun to dramatically change its appearance in reality in this kisletin that glorified democracy.

If you say so, it's a religious city.

In such a city, the man who is now the flag of the faithful appeared in a fortress called Delovo.

"The Army guys are impeccable. Punished for the defeat of the first war, General Servian continues to be thorough in his defense. This is no longer a trend."

Hamze Pamir, former Minister for Foreign Affairs of the Republic of Kisletin, tells the Cardinal in front of him so, following repeated advances by his men.

But such was the unexpected reaction he was to see.

"No, optimism is forbidden. The last few days...... no, you don't. Has it been a while now? I think their behavior has changed slightly."

"Behavior has changed…"

"Yes. Until now, I was upset by the defeat of the first battle and felt like I was continuing the fight with a loss of confidence. But now, it seems like you are solemnly acting in combat with some intent. At least that's what I see in my eyes."

That's what Kettis Esteheim tells him, gently rubbing a slightly stretched mustache.

Kettis Esteheim.

He is a man with the title of former Minister of Military Affairs of the Republic of Kisletin, representative of the United Religious Front, which was the third party in this country, and Cardinal of Cremea.

And now he was also the leader of the Cremean people gathering in this Napolei.

"Solemn...... but still sporadic fighting going on though?

"I guess they have their own circumstances, too. That may be to maintain morale, or for other reasons. By the way, what is the situation on the eastern front?

"That's because the land route is sealed off by them, we can only contact them via sea route, and what is happening now..."

Although it is hard to say that the Kremean Ordinary Army and the Holy Army of Turmenia in Kisletin, mainly Kettis, are in no way good relations with each other, only minimal contact continues to be maintained during the battle.

However, there was also the problem of the distance that existed between the two armies, and there was a real time discrepancy in the interconnection.

"I can't help it. So the newest information is fine."

"This is a report that was delivered last month, but at that point, there was a gradual decline, and the war situation was glued."

"Hmm... Really?"

In response to the report, Kettis gives a reluctant look.

Hamze, who witnessed it, immediately spoke of the question.

"Do you have any concerns?

"No, I wonder what the hell they're thinking if the Eastern Front is stiff and there's still a lack of movement here."

Kettis tells him that as he gently rubs his jaw.

Hamze, by contrast, dared to speak and try to linguize what Kettis intended.

"What are you thinking...? So you're saying it's a foretaste of some kind of military action?

"I don't know that far. But a situation is something that always gets worse. Action should be taken with that in mind. At least I think it's the right way to mentor."

"Is it getting worse?"

"Yeah, it's something that gets worse. Well, for example, can you also think of a time when enemy commanders are taking over as they change?"

Kettis speaks that way toward Hamze as he sticks one finger up.

In response, Hamze clearly showed a wolf.

"So, when General Servian is replaced, is that what you want to say?

"So I'm just giving you an example… but if I were still the Minister of Military Affairs, I wouldn't hesitate to replace the top. Is it appropriate for a successor, for example, Calowyn Cleftberg?"

The name of the person that Kettis spoke of Salari.

The moment I heard it, Hamze's eyes were wide open.

"Nah...... but that man has already retired and gone down to the field. Will that twister fulfill and return to the army again?

"Around that, it will depend on their instrumentality, which is now in power in Milanir. Of course, there will be other unlikely cases, but the worst are also possible. So it would still be desirable to take the lead before things go wrong."

"is, ah, nothing at all different about going to take the lead...... what are you referring to that, the worst case?

An unmissable word that was included in Kettis' words earlier.

Hamze, while somewhat lost, bumped into frank questions about the word.

"That's self-evident, Mr. Hamze. On behalf of General Servian, the most troublesome man in the West could come."

"A troublesome man...... no way!

"Yeah, Western hero. As Clarice, or if you look ahead, it's no wonder you sent him in. Of course it's unlikely."

I thought the likelihood of that man coming to the land was low in a double sense as a Kettis.

One reason for this is, of course, that it is a battle outside the realm of the Kingdom of Clarice. And the other was that this battle in the south could also be described as presenting the face of an apparent civil war.

The former means intervening in wars in other countries. However, this is not in any deniable way due to his behavior at the time of the Western Conference.

But the other reason was for him to be quite sure.

In other words, the Eastern Front, which is being invaded by the Holy Army, arguably the main body of Turkmenistan, is, in other words, a battle against the country. Therefore, based on the position of the Kingdom of Clarice, he was of the opinion that, even if there were to be that man's participation in the war, it would be on the eastern front, if any, to which he was headed.

Whether these kinds of reasoning take shape, however, they are only a matter of possibility.

Acting on the assumption that the situation would deteriorate from day to day, Kettis decided once again on the idea that he should prepare and keep his next hand in the event.

"In any case, there is no value in giving the enemy time under this circumstance. Besides, if it takes us a while northward, the Holy Army could drop Milanir first. Do you know what would happen if that happened?

"Could this country be the mowing ground for the Cardinals..."

Hamze finally understands what Kettis is afraid of.

The Holy Army, which is currently building the Eastern Front, is a group led and organized by the Cardinals.

And they are not very fond of the Cremean religion in this country. Instead, the intrusion was a bypass stream, even a pretence existed that I regarded as heterogeneous.

That's why it's so much more obvious than seeing fire what happens if they come into the land like that.

"I think there is a way in this country to face the Cremean, and the Mother Earth God, which is this country. Of course its backbone is the same, but the faithful will not consider it the same. We should take the time to get these things together slowly."

"Do we have to hold back the lead for that...? I get it. We will be ready to build a new operational plan as soon as possible."

The moment he says so, Hamze bows his head deeply.

Kettis turned his usual serene voice to him like that.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hamze. It's all for the goddess Sephem."

"Are you sure about this?

With the few soldiers on the march in its eyes, a magnificent man boasting a large body is likely to turn to the nicotine grinning man standing next to him.

"Yes. Perfect, General Servian. I'm sorry I suddenly said I couldn't."

"No, I'm the one who can't open up a claim that damages the soldiers you keep in vain. Nevertheless, I am deeply grateful to Deputy Commander Solanent for the trust he has given me in this role"

The man who put together diplomatic negotiations with Clarice and showed up on this front line when he returned to Kisletin. Turning to him, the servian conveys his deep gratitude.

Solanent, on the other hand, smiling bitterly at his words like that, shook his neck left and right as it was.

"Ha, say that thank you to that person who wished to continue investing in you, not me"

"It's... but..."

Servian, who was set to suffer a painful defeat by Kettis, turns to the military bureaucrat in front of him, who granted him the request to fight for the rest of the land, and he remembers his deep appreciation.

Still, however, I could not accept all the words as they were.

"Are you still resistant?

"Speaking of which, it's a lie. Of course I'm going to be more than respectful of that guy's accomplishments and abilities. But still, it's hard to keep the soldiers of our free people in what they're not."

"He said it was unacceptable... is that so? Well, I don't even know. But he promised me. to work together to defend democracy with this country. Isn't that fine?"

Solanent's too light a word.

Bewildered by it, the servian nods one to his disapproval.

"It's, well..."

"I believe that democracy is only when we embrace diverse ideas and ways of thinking. That's why I made a request to him upstairs. After all, that's what I'm talking about."

"... Is Your Excellency irresistible to be accepted?

"Me? Of course. Because it's my nature to use anything I can."

Without saying it at all, Solanent clearly says so.

In contrast, the servian showed confusion for a moment.

Soon after, Solanent opens its mouth again.

"In any case, we're not going to let them like it. To do this, we first retreat the front as naturally as we can, dragging them out."

"Yes, I understand. Just the..."

Where I spoke so much, the servian says.

"What is it?

"Are you sure you want me to tell you that that man is coming until it reaches the end soldier?

It was a servian's fear, whether he liked it or not.

In other words, he thought that sharing information with Darkless Arrow Cod would go outside, that is, in this case, there might be a risk of information leaking to the enemy.

"Yes, of course."

"But, you know, some of them will be prisoners. There is also a good chance that the Cremeans are lurking in the military. If that man's visit is known to them, it probably won't even remain an ambush."

"Ha, you're certainly right. But that doesn't matter."

Solanent, who heard what Servian feared, smiled softly and said so.

In front of that too natural and extreme reaction, the servian accepted the word with a slight inclination of his neck, without any further devouring.

"Ha ha... I understand anyway"

When told only that, the Servian leaves one salute and walks away from the spot.

Solanent, who was thus left alone on the spot, whined to the void, floating behind his brain the other day a man who was supposed to have been Clarice.

"We received a lot of troublesome orders to take on this project, so it looks like this is going to be a tough place to start. But if you can win, we will respond to your request as best we can. Yui Isterz, Western hero."