Unmotivated Hero's Tale

A sea of sand as if it existed infinitely everywhere.

That was spreading around a certain city.

The name of the city surrounded by such a desert is Tafaries.

Generally speaking, it was supposed to be a city full of greenery known as the King's Capital of the Kingdom of Azerbaijan.

"Though we are gradually invading, the surroundings of the King's Capital should have been surrounded by wilderness... I didn't know that would be so desolate. No, even in the system, people's greed is a sin."

The silver-haired boy standing at the city entrance says so, exhaling small.

Then he turns to him like that, and the tall brunette boy who was holding back behind him hangs his voice.

"There's a big sand dune in my country, but this isn't that level."

"Well, it seems that you're still here."

That's what the other silver-haired boy replies to the tall brunette boy with a shrugged shoulder. And as he turned his gaze straight back toward the desert that widened in front of him, he shrugged as if he had been followed.

"Is it still only a matter of time? But I need to help them. That's what we're supposed to do."

When the boy says so, he puts his right hand forward. And he went straight to the void, muttering powerful words.

"MAGICCODE ACCESS… START A RECOVERY PROGRAM"

"... a move like your mother's."

The art of handling a silver-haired boy named Zeth.

The brunette boy with the eye for it credits him as he narrows his eyes.

On the other hand, such a terrible change was beginning to occur in front of them exactly.

Yes, the desert, which was still swallowing through the city, slowly began to retreat.

"There is a loss in past data. Is there a limit to where we can go back..."

Zeth squeaks so, repeating her slightly rough breath.

But unlike him with such fatigue, behind the two boys, the people watching over them were beginning to cheer at the same time.

It's Christopher, our hero.

"It's dirt ground. The earth, not sand, is spreading!

"The city was saved again."

"Thank you, thank you!

Words of gratitude spoken orally.

In the form of being pushed back by it, an old man of good standing walked under the boy.

"Thank you very much for saving this country."

"It's nothing like that, King Castriff. I always told you I was just doing my job."

When the boy says so, he smiles at the king of this country, bowing his head in front of him. And slightly clouding his expression as it was, he turned to the void and groaned.

"Plus I can't recover to my original appearance anymore... unfortunately, even individual backups seem to be getting eroded by bugs"

"Did they say anything?

To the boy who uttered the unintelligible word, King Castriff of Zerubain asks so with a crease between his eyebrows.

Then the silver-haired boy made him laugh thinly.

"No, it's nothing. More than that, what are you going to do now?

"Thanks to Christopher, I was able to earn some time again. Therefore, we will prepare for the transition within the present."

"Transito...? So, do you have a candidate?

"No, that's not yet..."

In response to the inquiry of the silver-haired boy, Castriff clouds the look.

Then a dark-haired boy, who had refrained beside him, let him groan.

"I don't know about this land, but this much land can only feed the people of the city. There's not going to be a lot of places like that."

"Sort of. And that's not the only problem. The surrounding satellite cities should also be critical. Isn't that right, King Castriff?

"... you're right. But it still has to be done. And for that, I'm going to do anything."

That determination put out clearly in my mouth.

The silver-haired boy who hears it grins cold in his mouth.

"Whatever...... Hmm, don't you have two words for that determination?

"Of course it is. No… we don't just do what God seals and uses magic"

"Naturally. If you are going to lay your hands on that forbidden fruit, I will abandon this country. From that moment on."

The words were uttered in a cold and unspoken tone.

That's why Castriff immediately understands that the boy in front of him is serious.

"I know. And that's your rule."

"... then the king. I have one suggestion. I have a proposal to save the people of this country."

"Let me ask you something."

Against the silver-haired hero who has saved this country so many times before, Castriff bows his head deeply to encourage him beyond.

Then the silver-haired boy put that suggestion in his mouth that he would never have thought of.

"There is just enough land to feed the people of this country to the west. I wonder if we'll make the transition there."

"To the west...? But no more such abundant land in our country... no way!?"

In the midst of his own mouth, Castriff said one possibility crossed the back of his brain.

And as if to affirm it, the silver-haired boy nods.

"Oh, maybe that's not true. If you're not in this country, you can ask outside."

"But if you do that, the people of our country will be extra-"

"It's all right, King Castriff. Because we have a country for it."

"Ku, you have a country!?"

Castriff takes a step back with a startled look on his face at the words uttered in a way that blocks his own words.

But the boy standing in front of him continued his words as if they were nothing.

"Oh. I've already contacted the other side. When you're ready, you'll be all right on your way to Turkmenistan."

"Dear Christopher, what the hell are you..."

"Hehe, I am on the side of the righteous for this world. And enemies of those who hack the world. Always is. Ever and ever."

The silver-haired boy warps his mouth against King Castriff.

Then the other boy standing behind him like that opened his mouth as he was convinced.

I see. That's why you asked me to help you.

"I don't deny it. But it was originally your petition, wasn't it? I won't hunt her son."

"You don't mind the word hunting. The only mission imposed is to return what should be to where it should be. It was only then that sanctions were imposed on him."

That's what the brunette boy replies in a slightly stronger tone than before to the words of the silver-haired boy.

As soon as possible, the silver-haired boy...... Zeth Christopher let her shrug her shoulders gently.

"Then... right. Well, that doesn't matter. The East seems to be moving by Eastern rules."

With just that in his mouth, Zeth turns that gaze back to King Castriff.

"Well, King Castriff. Instead of giving you a country, I'd like to ask you a favor."

"... what is it? I will do whatever the hero asks."

"Hehe, that's a great answer. Then I'd really appreciate it. I want you to get ready for another one besides Transito."

That word of Zeth, which was spoken somewhat sloppily.

With that in mind, Castriff asks back again, somewhat bewildered.

"Is that another preparation?"

"Oh, get ready. Prepare to wake those who are having a fun festival somewhere..."