Unmotivated Hero's Tale

"What do you mean, I'd like you to explain it again!

One magnificent man as he slaps the long desk in front of him, the Turkish diplomat Winhella exposes his anger.

Lower negotiations to start full negotiations.

In advance of the talks between the top starting tomorrow, the lower negotiations, which had been going on so far in a row, had clearly climbed the reef, and the exasperation of diplomats, Winhella, had also reached its peak.

Meanwhile, such a young man sitting in a seat across from him does not break the grin affixed to his face, but repeats his sayings.

"So we cannot accept compensation or political intervention in Turkmenistan at this time. However, we will compensate for the damage done to each country, beginning with the Principality of Hoshel."

"The Hassan Priest Temple. I don't think that's a good idea. I remember you saying that you would not resign to the dismantling of the state, and you brought us here."

Without hiding his disgust, one powerful man asks again.

Feliam Gruzenpark, Representative of the Kisletin Diplomatic Corps.

He received a report of a never going down negotiation, and he was present on this occasion in the form of a breach of normal practice.

But even in front of such a heavy town of Kisletin, Priest Hassan, who is in charge of negotiations on the part of Turkmenistan, gently shrugs his shoulders with a floating look on his face.

"Of course I'm going to. Anyway, my country lost the battle. So it's not against the world's learning."

"So you can hear the aforementioned demands?

"Ha, Rep. Feliam. You're in such a hurry. I'm not going to shirk any responsibility. I was just wondering if you could give me a moment."

"He said it was time. Is that in a day, ten days, or a hundred years?

Irritated by the lazy explanation on the part of Turmenia, diplomat Winhella asks sarcastically so.

Then Hassan slowly opened its mouth with a weak grin.

"Dear diplomat, it's really hard to expire. Of course, we are prepared to do our best to improve our relations with your country."

"Hmm... is that the best? In the last three days, we have not been able to confirm the contents of one of the surrender texts sent by your lords. Is this the best that Turkmenistan has to say?"

Staring at Guillaume and Hassan, Feliam takes a copy of exactly that sentence from his nostalgia and throws a bunch of that paper into Hassan.

Exactly was this behavior out of the predicted range, Hassan slightly lost her way in dealing with it, hitting it like it was earlier and becoming a change and a runaway.

"I'm sorry, but it was our Cardinals who wrote and authorized that sentence. But they have already taken responsibility for the defeat and done themselves harm..."

"In other words, are you going to make that sentence, in which the mark of the Cardinal and the Archbishop was stamped, that there were no nobles?

I have heard that Feliam and the Cardinals of Turkmenistan have died for whatever reason.

Of course, he honestly did not consider himself harmed, etc., but at least he had decided that the information itself was not a lie, although it was a hand whose validity could only be found in such situations for Turkmenistan.

At the same time, however, he naturally has the realization that there is no reason to let him take that as a curtain, and he will be stuck in the priest in front of him shortly after he arrives.

Then, Priest Hassan shook his neck small, left and right, with a bitter worm-bitten look on his face.

"I don't mean to be hairy. But when a sentence written by a dead man is tightly tied up to us, it doesn't even put together a cohesive story. Isn't it?

"Tied...... this sounds like an unexpected thing you said. It doesn't sound like a defeated country."

"Dear diplomat, of course I'm basically going to follow that condition. I'm just saying I want to pack the details a little more carefully and get ready."

Hassan's gaze just captured Feliam as she told him so toward Winhella.

In the form of an answer to that gaze, Feliam slowly opens its mouth.

"Keep us on call, now wait...? Apparently, your way of thinking about manners is very different from ours."

"You can't deny it. Anyway, our culture is different. Either way, a neck that doesn't spin is something that doesn't spin. And when I try to force it around, I can't offer you anything. It's going to decay without a trace."

"Oh, have you finished the lower negotiations yet?

"Well, talking to a guy with just such a mouthful doesn't make any decisions. That's why I pulled it up."

Upstairs in the mansion packed by the Kisletin Diplomatic Corps.

Reaching that one room, Feliam answers that way towards the relaxing guests there.

Then the dark-haired man in front of him shrugged his shoulders and made him smile bitterly.

"It is. Either way, the other side would not have thought that the delegates themselves would participate in the lower negotiations. Isn't that why you just couldn't make any decisions"

"You really think so?

"No. You wouldn't. Whatever it is, I'll say good luck with your day out like this."

That's what Yui says as he looks out at the view, scratching his head lightly, against Feliam, who stares at him.

Then quickly, Feliam struck one tongue.

"Shit, we're not here for a picnic. Word-only care is useless."

"Ha, excuse me. But apparently they came to this country for a picnic."

"Hmm, he doesn't even seem willing to make a compromise while saying he's ready to take it to the dismantling of the state. I honestly don't know what you're calling us for and letting us waste all this time."

With a spit-and-drop mouthfeel, Feliam says so in a frustrating mix-up.

Then Yui shrugged bossly as he put his hand on his chin.

"Surprisingly, that might be an end in itself."

"You think it's in itself?

Feliam caught Yui's words in her ear, wrinkling between her eyebrows.

In contrast, Yui turned to him and returned the question.

"Yeah. Anyway, where do you think this drop is?

"Prohibition of rearmament and compensation to States. Those two points are fate. And then there's the rest of it."

"Hmm... I still don't need territory"

"I don't need land I can't even manage. It'll just cost more money with the residents."

It was a line pull that existed clearly in Feliam.

It is unnecessary, such as the territory of Turkmenistan, which is not a continuation, and on the contrary, given the administrative costs, we can only expect to have a deficit. That's why he wasn't going to ask for anything like that from the start.

Meanwhile, while I think that makes sense in his statement, Yui makes one suggestion to him.

"I hope we divide the land we have acquired into peripheral countries as it is."

"And we're going to be potential enemies of the future to exhaust the surrounding countries? That's a fool."

In response to Yui's suggestion, Feliam gently announces her dismissal of the laughter with her nose.

Then Yui opened his mouth further just because it had been woven in advance.

"Anyway, it will be true that we intend to give way when it comes to territory more than we have spoken of the dismantling of the state from the outset. If you don't give in, is it about freedom of faith?"

"Well, you can do whatever you want with faith"

"Yeah, I agree. That's why why why you shouldn't be cut off from it?

When Yui says so with a smile with Nicole, Feliam's face gets steeper as soon as possible.

"... what do you mean"

"To impose restrictions on faith. Let us include that in the negotiations. I don't think they'll be able to negotiate any more soon."

"Is that just a bill to pull in? But the more they leak out there, the more they push forward, the more their followers will break out."

"If you want to, it's one thing I'm letting you do"

In response to Feliam's fears, Yui cuts so well in a light tone.

Feliam took a breath for a moment at that too unexpected response.

Meanwhile, when Yui shakes his head small, he immediately puts the supplement in its mouth.

"I'll just say with certainty, maybe they'll desperately hold it in. territory remains with them, at least not now"

"At least now..."

"Yes. Either way, the rest depends on the hands of the young diplomat and the former president."

With just that in his mouth, Yui smiles and shows Nicole as she leads deep into the back of her nearby chair.

In contrast, Feliam couldn't help but say one of the yammies.

"Shit, observers are easy stuff"

"Ha, well, that's what you don't have a say in."

Without breaking his grin, Yui says so.

Turning to him like that, Feliam hit one question with a serious look.

"Ace...... no, Isterz. What's their real purpose?

"At least, I don't suppose the extension of the life of the state and leaders is the end of it. If that's the case, then it's a bad idea to tease the bait in the first word about the dismantling of the state. In the end, they just want to fulfill their petition."

"A petition?"

"wiping magic out of this world"

The words of Yui spread quietly into the room.

And after a beat, Feliam opens his mouth.

"... I know that. But they defeated before magic."

"Exactly. I guess that's why they're going to flip the surface of every table. Buying time like this would be a fabric stone in itself."

That's what Yui tells him as he turns his gaze out the window.

In contrast, Feliam asked the dark-haired man in front of him as he rubbed his jaw.

"Hmm... so what do you think you should do?"

"The first thing to do is drink everything at the moment and come to a compromise. And how about I say we pretend to put together a meeting at once?

"Knowing the loss, do you swallow the whole proposal in their favor, which is a defeated country? There are some unwanted risks involved. Depends, of course, on the course of the negotiations."

"Right. But you can always salvage it. The war is over."

Yui told him so clearly, but with certainty.

With that look on his face, Feliam reveals her disgust.

"It's a mean face like yours. But I'll take that into account."

"Be sure to think about it. Fortunately I'll be joining the observer tomorrow, too. I hope so, Lord Delegate of the Diplomatic Corps."