Unmotivated Hero's Tale

The Imperial Army, of course, was surprised by the unexpected movement on the front line.

But the surprise of the main formation of the Royal Army was not such a ratio of them.

"What do you mean? Why wait for us to arrive?

Having taken the form of being ignored for his own maneuvers, Mepler does not hide his anger against the disorderly advances of the first line and yells in front of the tabernacles surrounding himself.

A man from Orado's sidekick came running his horse with an uncomfortable look on his face as he went down below him emitting such an intimate atmosphere.

"… Your Excellency. I'm sorry, Your Majesty the King is here for you."

"Ugh... has Your Majesty noticed?"

As for Mepler, we wanted to solve the problem of our own command not being able to hold the front line before Orado noticed us.

However, no matter how much of Orado, an amateur in military matters, was experiencing the anomaly of what was happening today in the doozy pattern of the main force, which could not hide the movements and upsets of the first wave that were not in the original draft of the operation.

And although he gave a reluctant look at the call from Orado, Mepler runs his horse under him thinking he had to stop.

"Deputy Commander. Hi, some of the front lines of our army seem to be making unplanned moves... What the hell is this all about?

Orado asks that with a surprised and grumpy look as he advances his horse with the third line to Mepler, who has rushed next door.

"This is..."

Mepler manages to find an excuse to escape this occasion while not poisoning the incompetence of the people on the front line in his heart.

Towards him like that, Orado overlaid his words to strike a further chase.

"To my mind, in a disintegrating fashion as it is, I fear the battle will begin?

In response to Orado's sober predictions, Mepler finds it difficult to deny it from the current situation.

And he completely reopened and opened his mouth against Orado.

"Your Majesty. Indeed, as you say, the battle will continue to occur. But it's going to be a war in a somewhat unintentional way, but even if it is, our army's troop numbers are overwhelmingly higher than those of our enemies. Instead, if we can let the main unit go in and make a central breakthrough for the enemy, the current unscheduled situation will change."

"Hmm, that sort of thing... ok"

Orado accepts the words of Mepler. When he snorts heavily, he shifts his gaze to the Imperial Army he wants in the distance.

Meanwhile, when Mepler, who was the feather to be questioned by the king, returned to the chiefs, he summoned his liaison soldiers as his anger rose.

And when they send orders to the first team not to open the end of the battle until the main unit catches up with them, they instruct the second team and the third team to speed up the march even faster.

"Has this happened..."

Armad, who was looking calmly at the situation in the slightly rear of Mepler, which soars such anger, sighs into the first wave of motion that continues to advance in disorder.

Given the rash on the faces of the first batch of captains with stretched skins of greed, the possibility of losing control somewhere was well thought out.

But even he, who had made such assumptions in advance, had not thought so much that he would no longer be able to take control at a stage when the end of the war was not open.

"Lieutenant! These are the enemy troops, but they have begun to retreat earlier."

"Hehe, aren't they still afraid of us? Apparently, the Imperial Army soldiers are ashamed not to fight. If we can't beat the rest of the troops, we'll speed up the march and ravage them!

Murtina gets reports that the center of the enemy continues to retreat, and flies further forward orders in a willing manner toward her own troops.

"But the regiment leader. I just received an order from the main unit instructing me to avoid engaging and retreat again..."

"Are the guys in the main unit stupid? Exactly now, the enemy forces are trying to escape without fear to us. Where do you need to go all the way to miss that? Never mind, leave me alone!

Murtina, who was in the mood of a hunter hunting down his escaping gains, can only accept a retreat order from the main force as a ploy to interrupt his accomplishments, and refuses to do so lightly without any hesitation.

"Commander of the regiment. Soon the enemy front will be within range of our unit."

"All right. All right, then, get ready for the magic! Show the other first monkeys that the Magic Swordsman is the kingdom's strongest being."

Murtina pronounces the word, while at the same time starting to synchronize with the world and braiding the Ice Art Ceremony.

And he created a giant spear of ice in front of him, trying to unleash it exactly.

But precisely at that time, something suddenly passes fast in front of him.

"What!?"

To the sudden events, Murtina unwittingly raises her voice of surprise.

And at the next moment, something passed in front of him pierced his subordinate's side head, which was next to Murtina, and as it was, his subordinate collapsed off the horse.

"He said it was an arrow attack!

"It's a side!

To the screams of his men emanating from behind, Murtina rushes to see both sides alternately.

Then, at some point, an overflowing enemy was pushing at them, and from above, numerous arrows began to pour down like rain.

"Oh, that's stupid!

"General. We successfully dragged the first line of the enemy into the crane wing formation as planned."

Royce smiles and first reports the good news of his first visit to Lynn En.

Lin En nodded once satisfied when he caught a slight corner of his mouth after that report.

"Right. So, shall we at best let their stupid avant-gardes be bait? To attract the enemy body."

"Okay. We will refrain from any attack so that their avant-garde forces do not collapse prematurely."

When Royce tells him so after only a few thoughts, the Imperial Army brave general smiles satisfactorily.

"Oh, that's good. And I think it's time to get ready for an example, but what do you think?

"They seem to be marching faster, and they want to get along better."

"Hmm, you think so, too? If so, will you contact the magicians? Finally, it's your turn. The goal is the enemy body."

Increase your march speed and gaze at the imminent enemy body in order to chase the avant-garde troops who made the reckless protrusion. And Lin En had a meaningful grin on his face at some point.

"My Lord Mepler. Our army's first battle has already been placed under the enemy's half siege! They are completely isolated inside and unable to move."

"Damn, you busy idiots. But, but. If we lose them, it's practically 40,000 to 40,000... and it's a five-minute battle in numbers. I can't forgive them, but I can't abandon them. All units, faster march!

To the report of the first lapse, Mepler unwittingly absurds his narrative.

The evolution of events so far had progressed in total disregard of his plans.

And that means that all the manoeuvres he has been working on over time with the Tabernacle have been blistered and gone.

Under Mepler trembling with such haste and anger, Orado came running his own horse to explain the situation.

"It's Mepler. My army seems to be at a disadvantage?

In the wake of Orado's gaze as if to pierce him, Mepler manages to squeeze his voice out of his throat when he slightly defies his gaze.

"Your Majesty...... certainly the current situation is not fragrant. But the battle has just begun. I will definitely open up this situation and show you."

"Right. Hmm, if that's what you say, I'll leave it all to you. But this is the first time I've been out on the battlefield, is it still hot? I've been feeling unusually hot and humid since earlier."

Based on being an amateur himself, Orado once again leaves the battle to Mepler. And when I wiped the sweat that blew out of my forehead with my right arm, I felt that but kept my mouth shut.

"Sometimes summer, of course, but His Majesty has this battle in its first place. I'm sure it's a lot due to nervousness."

"Is that what this is about? 'Cause it's definitely sunny...... what's that?

When he looked up into the sky as if to gaze at the shining sun, Orado's eyes would see two suns shining above them.

More precisely, of course, one is the true sun, but there was another sphere that emitted light like none I had ever seen floating over the Imperial Army.

When Orado points to the sphere that emits its light with a surprising look on his face, a voice of surprise rises from the royal army's chiefs.

"Ya, a sphere like the sun... what is that?

"Hey, is that Imperial Army magic? What's this all about?

Notice the presence of that glowing sphere or no, and occasionally the upset begins to spread about the main formation of the Royal Army.

But no one in the main force was able to provide any kind of well-founded explanation as to who it was.

"... there is only one way. Report to Second Platoon and call Nexim Second Platoon!

In order to accommodate the surrounding unrest, Mepler sends instructions to summon Nexim von Roudruff, Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic and in command of this second formation.

After only a few moments, Nexim rushed to the main unit.

"What is it, Deputy Commander?"

"Nexim. A strange sphere has appeared behind the enemy, don't you see that one? I wondered if I could think of any magic possibilities, so I called it."

That's what Mepler asks, pointing to a glowing sphere over the Imperial Army.

Then, the moment Nexim saw the sphere, he raised his voice of surprise.

"Is it behind the enemy...... oh my god!

"What's the matter, Nexim?

He sees a nexim with a pompous mouth open and a surprising look on his face, and Mepler asks so with anxiety.

"I'm pretty sure that's magic. But I've never seen magic that uses so much magic..."

When Nexim put the glowing sphere, a huge mass of magic, into its field of view, he explained so as he strengthened his face.

"I don't care about the magnitude of the magic. More than that, what the hell is that?

Having been from the Ministry of Strategy and walking through a typical bureaucratic field, Mepler was hard to say abundant in terms of his knowledge of magic.

I therefore do not understand what Nexim is afraid of and ask him for further explanation.

"I don't know. Probably a magician with a lot of power that I've never seen before... but from here on out, I don't know what that looks like."

In response to Mepler's inquiry, Nexim shakes his neck left and right, unable to say enough answers.

That's how the head of the army was distracted by the magic over the Imperial Army. As time went on, an emergency report jumped in to them as the left side of the third formation suddenly began to make noise.

"It's Uncle Shalem! Uncle Shalem has betrayed you!

As far as Chalem's betrayal is concerned, it was not originally anticipated.

However, the control of the front line is also loose, and on top of that, we are in the midst of being upset by the magic of the enemy forces.

When such a situation overlapped and his betrayal caused apparent confusion to the command, the Claris army was beginning to lose control of the whole thing.

"Is that what you mean? Perhaps that sphere was a sign of betrayal to Sharem! Damn, I still betrayed you, you Chalem bastard!

Mepler repents with a toothpick for Shalem's betrayal, but returns to me with a look at the agitation of the surrounding tabernacles.

And when he calmed down the feeling of trembling in anger to calm them down, he shifted his gaze toward Armad.

"Calm down! Even if Chalem betrays us, our military's numerical advantage is still unshakeable. Sharem betrayed us at this time, which means their trump card was Sharem. I mean, if we get out of here, the war will change. Chief of Staff, I entrust you with 5,000 soldiers. Come and chase me back the pig bastard from Sharem. We will continue to enter the enemy line."

"Okay. We're heading to intercept now."

Upon receiving an order from Mepler, Armad assembles the five thousand soldiers with the main battalion that he has prepared as a guerrilla.

And to the rampant left-wing side of Shalem and the others, he entered at once.

The battle between the royal armies, which simply issued this betrayal of Sharem, will be guided in a short time by unilateral consequences.

Exactly between regular soldiers of the Royal Army and private soldiers of Shalem, there was an overwhelming difference in their fighting power, even if the numbers were antagonistic, and Armad's troops pushed Shalem's private soldiers out of the third line one by one.

Some of those armads work, and the Royal Army starts to recover from a temporary mess, and their gaze is directed towards the center of the first line of captured enemies.

And when the formation was restructured to make a central breakthrough to save them, one soldier in the formation felt one discomfort.

"Hey, it's that sphere of light... is it getting any bigger than just now?

The soldier's whining was at first just a small word.

However, the sphere, which until earlier was to such an extent as to make it feel like just a light emitter, gradually begins to diffuse enormous amounts of heat around it as it begins to expand.

To that stage, a grunt similar to that unleashed by the first soldiers was beginning to spread with fear to the other soldiers.

And by the time the fear infection spreads to the entire Royal Army, the heat generator, believed to be magical, will have enlarged to more than a few times its original size.

"Hey, what's that... what's that about?

Orado hears the upset voices of the soldiers, anxious about the expansion of that sphere as well as they do.

In such confusion, Nexim, who remained withheld from the main force, gave a startling look as he felt something, shuddering his voice and whining one prediction.

"That's no way... collective magic..."

"You think it's collective magic? Such an idiot. Collective magic is magic that can be used by at most five magicians in tune. Can you make something that big stupid!

When Mepler recalls the magical knowledge he hears, he argues so toward Nexim.

But Nexim opened his mouth as he shook his neck left and right, pulling his cheeks apart.

"But at least I can only assume so. It's impossible to generate such powerful magic in ordinary people."

Nexim is regarded as the authority of magic in the Kingdom of Clarice, and because of his knowledge of magic, he was easily reminded of the tragedy caused by the uninterrupted heat generator.

That's why Nexim makes his whole body tremble and speaks no more words.

"Speaking of which, their troop composition was overwhelming with magicians. If all of that magician is participating in what Nexim calls collective magic...... yes, no. All units, spread out!

"It's impossible. The main body of our army has already entered the center of the enemy in order to make a central breakthrough. Like scattering, left and right are formations by enemy soldiers who should have broken through, with no escape!

Respond to Mepler's instructions as if one of the Tabernacles were screaming.

They had already broken too deep into the enemy formations laying the crane wings in order to catch up with the first line and make a central breakthrough.

"Then retreat. Anyway, keep your distance from that!

"I can't! The light... fell on me... ahhh!

Mepler manages to scream for backward instructions to escape as he gazes at the burning heat generator that is slowly approaching.

However, it was already late in the day, and its enormous calorific body was approaching straight from above the Imperial Army to the centre of the Royal Army, gaining momentum.

The magic created by the Imperial Army comes into contact with the main body of the Royal Army, or it melts the bodies of the soldiers involved one after the other, and brings the whole army to the main force with momentum as if it were a drink.

"I didn't know my end of the day would be in this shape...... Elise, Fina, forgive my father for ending here"

Orado shook his head left and right once as he saw the enemy's created magic fever looming right in front of him. And the last thing I said was the names of my beloved daughters.

"The Royal Army headquarters, almost devastated. The few remaining ones are also now at the extreme of confusion. General, give me your orders!

"All right, now is the time to show the power of our Imperial Army. All units, assault!

Along with Lynn En's voice, the war-thinking Imperial soldiers began to storm with us first. And they begin their relentless ravages against the royal army, who lose their leaders and confuse them.

The battle from then on was what could be described as a unilateral genocide.

The first group, completely besieged, is gradually shrunk down the siege net and ends up with feathers to surrender. The Second and Third Regiments, which also disappeared the vast majority of soldiers and even lost their leaders, did not already possess the power to take on the offense of the Imperial Soldiers.

"Report. Enemy troops, but the first line of the enemy surrenders. The second and third battalions were almost devastated. The only unit that was fighting Count Shalem is showing resistance because it was not directly hit by collective magic. But with a small number of them, they seem to be making an earlier move to retreat."

"Hmm... shall we let the Sharem guy deal with the rest of the party? If they start pulling back, we need to keep going. Oh, the traitor has to use it when he can."

Lynn smiles satisfactorily at the young men who visit the report when he gives them instructions to pursue them.

Under him like that, Royce walked over with another report.

"General, I just got a report from the front line. He said he had taken both the names of Orado, king of enemy commands, and Mepler, deputy commander. At the time of the most direct attack by our collective magic, Glenzen Kugel, the body no longer appears to exist."

"Well, did the king die? Now that they've lost their leader, they've lost almost all of their manoeuvre in the country. Then there's nothing to panic about here. After cleaning up the rest of the enemy, try to head to Ertbourg"

Following good news from Royce, Lynn nods once slowly as she puts her hand on her chin.

"Okay. But that Glenzen Kugel power is an awesome word. With this power, you will be able to integrate not only Clarice, but also that annoying Novamim native district. No, the Magic Mad Duchy of Filament and even that Kisletin Republic can no longer be considered enemies of our army."

"Hehe, don't run too far ahead. We still have the job of dropping their king's capital. Let's say we think about other countries slowly after this battle"

Heading to Royce, who already thinks he has won this war, Lynn is so embarrassed with a bitter laugh.

"This is... excuse me"

"Fair enough. As soon as you're done cleaning up after this place, behave like a soldier. Then, after a break, we will resume our march to Eltobour, the king's capital."