Unmotivated Hero's Tale

"What does this mean, Lord Feliam!

The main entrance to the luxurious mansion in central Potogolica, which was used as a lodging by the Diplomatic Corps of Kisletin.

Seeing the sight of people and things being brought out of there one after the other, Priest Hassan, a Turkmenistan diplomat, asks about the appearance of incomprehensibility.

"Oh, this is Priest Hassan. What did you do?

Feliam, turned to her voice, responds as she gently tilts her neck.

Then Hassan stood fast as he stuffed up to him.

"It's not how it was done. What does this mean? It's like you're going home to your country."

"Yeah, you're right, but what?

With a completely unmalicious look on his face, Feliam says so sarcastically.

As soon as he did, Hassan's expression turned blue for a moment and then stained bright red.

"Hey, it's something! Aren't we in the middle of negotiations yet? Nonetheless, what the hell does your country intend to do!

"Whatever you say you intend to do, rather what is your country going to do? Rumor has it, Archbishop, that you've been severely ill."

What Hassan brought to this occasion as a negotiating material.

That is what is told from Feliam's mouth.

That was exactly what Hassan could call a blue sky thunderbolt.

"Hey, why did you do that?"

"No, you heard there was some disturbance at the mansion where your dignitaries were staying. Sometimes we were at peace with nothing, and this morning my men came to report with surprise."

"This morning...? For that matter, does the eviction seem handy to you?

Even while they have a conversation, Hassan speaks so irritably, seeing the sight of one after another as they prepare to leave.

However, Feliam did not respond to that, and Hassan reluctantly admitted his allegations to encourage the conversation.

"... what you said is true. In part, some nasty force is in motion trying to interrupt our negotiations. As far as we are concerned, we can never forgive you."

"Well, some kind of force. But who the hell are the spiteful forces that stand in the way of our negotiations?"

In response to Hassan's remarks, Feliam questions that as he turns his gaze slightly to the other side.

"I don't know. Either way, we'll work together and resume negotiations after prosecuting the spiteful terrorist."

"Hmm, I wonder what that's like."

Hassan began to theorize her strength as she grabbed her fist.

In such a way as to block his words, Feliam expresses suspicion.

As soon as he did, Hassan blatantly wolfed and at the same time asked the man in front of him why.

"What? What's the problem?"

"This is not our country, nor your country. So I was wondering if it would be best to leave it to the official constitution of the Principality of Hoshel"

"I did, that's right. That is why we should continue negotiations and show that relations between the two countries are on the way to improving in order not to show gaps to our enemies."

Even while they were arguing, preparations were steadily advancing to get rid of Kisletin's mansion.

that came here, Hassan completely understands that their measures went behind… more precisely, that they were taken behind.

Meanwhile, the other day, Feliam was definitely lowering his stash of drinks to the wolf of the man in front of him, who was lazily stretching the negotiations.

However, the matter in itself was never his purpose.

That's why he goes to stab the man in front of him to fold.

"Oh, I thought you were here to apply for a postponement of the negotiation schedule, really? Would you like to continue the negotiation… but unfortunately, I can't accept that story."

"Nah...... whatsoever!?"

"The Archbishop, who has been injured, and there are no responsible persons in your country. From what I hear, there seems to be about one more Cardinal, but I'm not sure they're going to push the criminals in our country fully out as negotiators, are they?

The word Cardinal in Feliam's mouth.

The person who meant the word was undoubtedly none other than Kettis Esteheim, the man who once served as the military minister of his own country and betrayed his country.

And that's why he told the man in front of him, without saying anything.

Whose hand is it, without the Archbishop, there can be no continuation of the negotiations now, he said.

"This time, the misfortune that has befallen the people of Turkmenistan is truly sad. For one thing, I wish you an early cure for His Holiness the General Bishop. Bye."

A battle you basically can't lose if you don't give in more than you already have a settlement on the battlefield.

However, because of the complexity of the enemy's aim in negotiating, the negotiations had hitherto been entirely aboard the reef.

But negotiations will not change the dice's eyes in the past.

The matter was carved into his chest again, and Kisletin made a decision.

Whatever the enemy's purpose, he said it would be better if we didn't even get on the mound.

The result is this sudden withdrawal from negotiations.

Though some of the most dark-haired men who made this advance had found another strategic significance in this act.

Either way, their negotiations here were once interrupted.

At least, that's how I understood what I was seeing the exchange between Feliam and Hassan.

But at that time a clear voice echoed on the spot.

"Could you please wait, next president which"

"... who are you?

who Feliam saw.

It was one beautiful boy with glossy silver hair.

"It's troubling who they say, but if you dare, your searcher... I mean, like a cardinal or something"

"Cardinal...... you say?

A kid's prank.

Feliam, who was the first person to meet, just felt so.

But there existed others who felt otherwise.

A brunette man who was watching the evolution of this negotiation behind the main entrance, only a short distance from the Feliams.

The moment he realized the boy existed, he broke in between them in an instant.

Yes, waving a knife called a snow cut I put on my hips.

"That's a rough welcome, mediator"

The boy dodged Yui's blow in the form of a huge jump backwards.

He tells that with slight abomination.

In contrast, Yui clearly spoke his name as he stared at the boy in front of him without alarm.

"Unfortunately, I don't know how to welcome you. Zeth Christopher!"