Unmotivated Hero's Tale

"That one still is, isn't it?

Rotley, a young soldier who was being mobilized for this battle as an army on the eastern side of Kisletin, asks likely to head to Rickle, who belongs to the same unit.

Then Rickle nodded back quickly, confirming the man in the hood present ahead of Rotley's gaze.

"Probably not even masked this time"

"But isn't that weird? As a southern commander, I was told you would help us fight this battle in our country."

"Oh, I heard that, too. My captain was angry that we were talking differently."

Yes, rumors had also reached their ears that Western heroes would command troops on the southern side. At present, however, it is clear that the same person and man are acting together with their new commander.

There were, naturally, countless things that I didn't think would be good for an unplanned event.

"My captain went up to military school, didn't he? Well, you'd say so. But for those of us at the end, it's nice to have one of our best superiors."

"And all the more so if that makes you a Western hero."

Rickle nods deeply in response to Rotley's statement that it must be.

Meanwhile, at the time they were having such a conversation, the captain of their unit showed up in a hurry.

"Rotley, Rickle, you guys didn't listen to orders. The enemy was instructed to resume the attack. Any of them to the troops right away!

Their troop leader, who does not hide his grump, tells them to turn to the two in a frustrating and mixed tone. And left early as it was.

"Heck, I know, Chief Troop. I don't want us to hit you because you're doing a lot of things."

"Not at all. Then let's go."

With the sword lying on the ground in its hand, Rickle slowly rises off the spot.

But Rotley walks away in a different direction with a bitter laugh at him like that.

"Rickle, just go ahead for a second. I'll catch up with you as soon as I'm done with my stomach."

"What, at a time like this? I don't know if I'm late or not."

Rickle, who said so in a slightly slurred tone, rushes out on the spot leaving the lotry intact.

That's how the lotry left in that space, when he took a piece of paper out of his nostalgia, gave that mouth a small twinkle as he glanced at the man in the hood who stood far away again.

"Now, you have to contact that abominable man at all costs for coming to this camp. If so, I still have to send it as an arrow sentence. More than my life, it is our Mother Earth God Sephem who will not be tarnished."

"Mmmm... did they take the lead..."

A sudden raid by the Kisletin army, which until then remained temporarily silent.

Seeing that, Mahzun, who was in command, said so unexpectedly as to groan.

Then Byrum, having heard the word, hoisted his brow and conjured him.

"That's why I said we should have attacked. Just because the enemy's commander has changed doesn't mean the enemy can rest his hands."

"That's true, but in general -"

"That's it, both of you"

Turning to the two of them who suddenly began to say and argue within the command, Nurzan, who is the general of this army, emitted a strong voice of restraint.

Take it. The two rush to hold their mouths and put their commanders in their eyes.

"I can't help but say what's past. Besides, I'm the one who finally chose the compromise. So you just think about what's going to happen and focus on their interception."

"Well, then I'm going to break through our avant-garde enemies with my immediate troops."

"Um, I got it."

With the word of Nurzan's permission, Byram, famous for his majesty, rushes away from the command.

"But I didn't know exactly when we were going to take a breath... and their new commander seemed like quite a warcrafter."

"Oh. But you can't keep fighting like this. And the shooting squad?

"Ha, I'm ready. However, with regard to the remnants, the arrival of the supply units has been delayed, and I was wondering if the situation was somewhat unsatisfactory."

A firing squad that has always been present on their trump cards since the Holy Army began its invasion of Kisletin.

Though inferior to the trained archers, they had more than enough firepower to constantly support the advance of the army.

At the same time, however, the gunpowder and bullets held by the firing squad are always in need of replenishment, and in this way, just before the timing of replenishment from the home country, it is always the neck that has to be operated with the remnants in mind.

"That's natural. But this is a good time for enemy commanders to change. If that's the case, we still have to put them in."

"You're right. So how about firing simultaneously into the middle of the enemy formation and then letting the horseback riding squad in?"

"Well, get ready immediately."

"Will you wait, Cardinal?"

Nurzan set the policy and tried to give instructions. Exactly then, a Gallic man who suddenly appeared in command emitted a voice of restraint.

"... Judana Auxiliary Festival. Where have you been?

"Don't look at me like that. Because I was never skipping. More than that, you received such an arrow sentence, depending on how you came here to deliver it."

With a nasty grin, Judana does not show any bad looks and slowly walks over to Nurzan.

"You think it's an arrow?

"Yes. Actually, the enemy forces seem to have invited a man in top secret. Well, look inside for more details."

When he tells him so while distorting his mouth, Judana gives him a single sentence he had in his hand.

When Nurzan receives it in a flickering fashion, he runs his eyes toward the text.

And at the same time, he let his cheeks pull.

"Become... Yistartz. Yui Istarz is among the enemies!

"Hehe, of course, it's hard to say for sure, but in fact, we've already recovered about four arrows that show almost similar content. At least not with false alarms."

And Judana uttered so, and gave him four sentences from his nostalgia.

With that in his eyes, Nurzan immediately puts his hand on his chin and begins to sort out the current situation, based on the facts he has just learned.

But in such a fold, one report jumped into command.

"There is also the work of the Byram Priest, and the central unit of the prominent enemy has begun to withdraw"

"Oh, that's Byram Priest. What will you do, Cardinal? Do you want to begin pursuit immediately?

Having heard the information of the reporting soldier, Mahzun speaks with admiration and suggests that he is likely to head to Nurzan.

But when Nurzan deepened the frown wrinkles, he suddenly raised his face.

"Yui Istarz... the way the man who tells you... ambushes and retreats as if they were meted out... hey, don't chase me, don't chase me!

"Duh, what do you mean? They're retreating..."

When Mahzun is surprised by the sudden Nurzan instructions, he rushes to try to defend himself.

Nurzahn, however, pointed not to the troops that had begun to withdraw, but to the trend of the enemy, who, as if they were birds spreading their wings, had begun to move their armies towards the side.

"Look at that one. It is true that the central part of the enemy looks like it has begun to retreat, but both sides are slowly trying to turn to the side of our army as it is. If it protrudes in our entire army, it must be our intention to block the rear and destroy the siege at once."

"That means the retreat in the central part is a pseudo!

Understanding what Nurzan's explanation means, Mahzun understands that fact as he shakes his neck from left to right.

Then Judana, who had remained silent with them, opened its mouth ironically.

"Hehe, it's probably the plan of the new commander and Yui Istarz, who will be Calloween. So, what do we do? You're just not going to chase me, are you going to be standing up here?

"Is there a reason for that? You don't have to bother riding their measures, and you have no reason to waste your time on the battlefield senselessly. Leave their retreat like this, and we'll pull the whole army once we match them. Don't let the people on your side be on your guard."