Unmotivated Hero's Tale

The new walls of the city of Carlin, illuminated by spring light, clearly reflect the shadow of one man.

The brand new East Gate, also known as Carlin City's Main Gate, may be used by merchants and others to import and export traded goods from other cities and elsewhere, but usually no one else passes into this rural neighborhood.

But now, a blonde old man, with a distinct appearance from the merchant, was slowly passing through the East Gate, leading the offerings.

The old man was not in his late sixties. But his identity and his appearance were still young enough to be called magnificent, and then there was something that made him feel somewhere deep in experience and upbringing.

He's heading straight for a decent mansion outside of Carlin.

Small gardens and old homes like everywhere.

In Carlin springing up in reconstruction, that universal house, which is never uncommon, only made one difference.

Far from being rudimentary, the guard is so ingenious that no hundred humans can tell.

Impossible to say that it was just a private house, it had been done to the point of rigour.

It is the young skinhead man who strives to be the chief of security that blends into such a perimeter. The old man, realizing his presence, turned a grin on him.

"You're annoying me"

Such an old man's word.

The skinhead youth, by contrast, shake their heads small.

"No, because it's easy with the job I took over from my father. Instead, it is easy for me to serve as the guard of this house. What good is it that His Excellency the Chancellor can come all the way here?

"Actually, I was hoping to report your departure."

The old man smiles and tells him so, with the look of having done it.

Then the skinhead man nodded one so often.

"... so I'll do it. If that's the guy, you can stay home today."

"Thank you. Please do me a favor and keep it up for that guy. Somehow, if you look away, you're going to go somewhere."

With a bitter smile at the countless memories of resurrection, the old man slowly steps into the manor yard when he tells only that.

Then one of the escorts turned to him and opened his mouth.

"My Lord Chancellor. Do you know anyone earlier?

"Son of a comrade."

Go to the younger escort's men and the old man says so lightly.

Meanwhile, the young man returned the words with slight discomfort in the response.

"Ha... but you know your Excellency in a country town like this."

"Sort of. I've been here a long time ago, and most importantly, it's my greatest favor to see you now."

"Who is it?

A voice hung in a way that blocks the words of an old man.

It was emanating from the mouth of a young brunette girl, who saw them from the garden.

"Oh, this is suddenly rude. I'm an old friend of my grandfather's. I'm here to see that guy."

"But you're noble, aren't you? Why did you come to see your grandfather?

The girl speaks of such a thing while leaning her neck gently.

Then the old man opened his mouth with a smile on his face.

"I was just getting rid of the job your grandfather should have done, and I thought I'd have you pay me back a little."

"Again...... last year I came all the way to this country saying the exact same thing about the two of you naming me your old alumni. Well, sure, your grandfather doesn't work at all, and he's the one who's always saying weird things, so I know a little bit how it feels."

The girl breathes out a small sigh when she gives a frightened look.

The old man, on the other hand, shook his head left and right with a bitter smile.

"It doesn't change around there now or ever, that guy at all..."

"Again, you used to. It's a good opportunity to re-tap your grandfather's lazy sexual roots."

"Ha, I just want to do that if possible, but now on me and so on, is there anything I can do for that person? It won't take a fist, and it's going to be just cold water for the elderly."

In response to the girl's suggestion, the old man says so with a mockery.

As soon as possible, the young escort man expressed his doubts in a manifest sense of discomfort.

"My Chancellor... it's not against that Sword Temple or the Minister of Military Affairs who has left active duty. There's no way your Excellency won't be defeated."

For the escort young man, it just seemed like a complete old man's joke. Because beyond the age of sixty, with the exception of two extremely exceptional old men, their strength is still at the apex of the army.

But when the old man smiled bitterly, he slowly let the words of denial speak.

"That's true about those two seniors, but there's something in the world called an exception. Anything like that."

Heading for a somewhat angry escort, the old man tells him so as to resist. And as it was, he turned to the girl and opened his mouth.

"Anyway, that guy... I wonder where the seniors are"

"Senior? I was also told I was an old friend, but what kind of acquaintance does the nobleman have with your grandfather?

"Right. I'm a junior and a godchild of that guy. Yeah, there's a lot more, but I guess that's the most appropriate answer."

There were countless times when I took over the position, and I was pushed to the end. No, on the contrary, the old man thinks that even the position he's in right now is technically like being ceded to that guy.

But more important than that, he thought, was the fact that he was himself a junior and a tutor to that man.

Meanwhile, towards him like that, the girl slowly pointed her finger towards the mansion, slightly loosening her guard.

"... Your grandfather and I are leaving a message. So your grandfather will be taking a nap in your home study as usual. Please follow me."

"Thank you, then you can wait here"

"Please wait. Leave His Excellency the Chancellor alone. In case you need anything..."

"It's okay. No matter how old I say I am, I'm still going to be active. And if there's someone there, it's ridiculous to worry."

In response to his men's fears, the old man tells his true story in a joking tone. And as he was, he lightened the girl's head.

"Then I wonder if you could show me around, ma'am."

The girl, politely asked by the old man, smiles joyfully, turning her feet inside the house in a way that leads him.

And as I crept through the entrance door, the old man unexpectedly remembered the uninterrupted nostalgia.

Quiet, somewhere rushed indoors.

The old man felt no different there.

Half of the house is filled with books and paperwork, and only the space that probably would be used by the family is oddly cleaned up.

It was just the sight of doing him and making him feel strong that it was that guy's house.

"Here is your grandfather's study. There are so many obstacles, be careful."

The girl walks cleverly away from a pile of paperwork and books and reaches in front of one room.

And the old man stepped into some familiar room, in the form that followed her.

Inconsistent furniture.

A bunch of paperwork spread unwrought on the desk.

And countless books stacked intact on the floor.

It was the kind of space once divided by two, plus the SS room they used and the professor's room they took care of.

Rocking chair swinging in the center of such a messy room.

He was on top of it.

"Grandfather, it's a customer. You're here to preach everything to your grandfather."

To the girl's words, the brunette old man with the book in his hand closes the book in his hand.

Then the blonde old man opened his mouth as if to signal it.

"The role you were keeping was fulfilled. As soon as I came to the report afterwards. During his tenure, he seemed to be giving a lot of guidance behind him, and I really don't have a word of appreciation."

"You don't have to worry about it, Eince. I'm a little whimsical about old people in hiding."

"Still. Without you, Clarice would... No, this world would not have shined so brightly. Even if the person in question is in a leisurely hiding place, it's enough to go around."

With just that in his mouth, Ains von Rhein, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Clarice and head of the Four Grand Dukes, heads down to the old man with dark hair in front of him.

Then the brunette girl showed confusion at the sight of an elegant nobleman bowing her head.

"I can't see the story. What the hell has your grandfather ever done to this person? I haven't told you in a long time, but please don't talk about it."

"With that said, did I? Well, I wonder where we talked from."

When I say so, the old man with dark hair scratches his head lightly like trouble.

Such a nostalgic trick.

With that in his eyes, Aynce turned to the girl and slowly opened her mouth.

"So instead I... No, let's just say I talk. Running through this world, talking about one hero who was lazy, unmotivated, and then glowed like no other."

Reunion of one military man and one youth who were relocated.

And the story that has been spinning since then ends here.

That step, which followed an unparalleled brilliance and peculiar course in continental history, will be given a single name in future generations because of his personality and his temperament and, above all, his personal aspirations.

Yes, "unmotivated hero Tan" ….