Unmotivated Hero's Tale

Siesen, who sent out a large part of the Royal Rhindle Army to keep lords everywhere under surveillance in the name of the regional exercises, had gone from the satisfaction of finishing the measures to be taken that night to a deep sleep in a temporary sleeping room in the royal palace. Such an evocation of him from the abyss of sleep was the appearance of a deputy chief who had made his face bright blue and jumped into his room.

"Captain! Oh, my God!

The deputy director pampered his mouth and managed to tell Jessen yes, Jessen asked him as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"What the hell is going on? Is it time that His Majesty the King died?"

"Not if you're saying that. Sable, Sable is the sea of fire!

"Hey, what the hell!

When Jessen receives the report, he opens the window vigorously as he calls it out to a nearby window while he is sleeping. Then bright red flames from all parts of the city lit up the city brightly at night, scattering scorching smells and smoke.

"What the hell is going on, what happened?

"I don't know, just now, all of a sudden, firehands have gone up everywhere in the city. And what's burning is, for some reason, all the buildings under Lord Muracene's direct control."

Upon receiving the deputy chief's report, Jessen is very drowsy and his brain begins to resume thinking. And as soon as I got to one answer, I yelled at the Deputy

"Fool! If so, the cause is obvious. Obviously it's determined by intentional arson, dammit, the work of the resistance!

"Ya, they are?

"Oh, those scumbags from the resistance. They must be committing acts of terrorism, targeting this aircraft, which has been halved by the Royal Army. Wait, the timing is too good... Hey, how are you dealing with the fire?

As Jessen glanced at his deputy, asking for a response, he organized in his brain what was to be reported and told Jessen.

"Ha, I can't believe I don't have half a garrison, so the court magician unit is also heading out to seal off and quell fires all over the city, mainly in Regiments I and II"

In response, the current potential for a crisis enemy situation has turned his head and Jessen suddenly blues his face.

"Damn, that's what they're after! How many soldiers are left in the royal palace today?

"Kingsguard forces and magicians under the direct authority of Master Muraseen..."

The deputy director, who does not know the upset of Jessen and the intent of the question, answers with some anxiety.

"Not good, not good. Their aim is to disperse us. I'm sure you'll still be in this royal palace."

That's when Jessen said it, and suddenly there's an uninterrupted explosion in the royal palace!

"Hey, what's going on?

"It's probably their raid. Well, gather the Kingsguards immediately. Master Muracene is in danger!

When a firehand begins to rise in the city and more than half of the soldiers in the royal palace confirm that they have gone out to quell the fire, the face of the resistance breaks into the garden in the royal palace from the dead well provided east of the royal palace to the next. And the first action they took was to head to the south main gate and destroy the stone bridge, which became the main crossing bridge hanging from the moat around the royal palace.

"Mr. Nanya! Can you do that, please?

"Aye. Shatter it, Vibracion!

When Nanya cast a vibration-breaking spell and dropped the bridge by breaking the connection between its stone bridges, Kyle first appeased to his first success.

"This should buy you some time. There is also a universal bridge on the back, but at least this will prevent the pursuit from the back"

"Um, do you want me to destroy you so lightly? Thinking about the future, it's easy to think you don't have to be so flashy..."

Without any hesitation, Clary doubts and confirms once and for all the man's adverse effects on Kyle's raw house, the Royal Palace Bridge, which he destroys for no reason.

"I don't mind. Which way? If you don't win this battle, there's no next. So let's do it flashy at best"

With that said, seeing Kyle smiling nicholly, Clary felt undoubtedly influenced by the man, slightly drawing his face.

"Clary, I don't have time for this. That's all I smashed flashy, the Kingsguards rush right through me. Let's get inside the royal palace!

Teng himself, who blew up the bridge, tells him that, although he breathes slightly on his shoulders under the influence of great magic, either for the satisfaction of sabotage activities or with a joyful expression. And as soon as his breath was ready, he ran out on the spot, putting the Crawleys at the forefront of the resistance in search of further battles.

"Ha, without my husband, there's a man holding the reins... well, even if he was there, it doesn't mean he can stop me."

Clary gives up his look as he puts his hand on his bald head, and once he sighs, he takes Cains and rushes out, as he follows Kyle and Nanya. And into the royal palace. No, no, there was already intense fighting in it.

"Don't worry about the miscellaneous fish. You just have to take one person, just one person, the neck of the murky scene. Everybody, straight through here!

Near the center of the resistance unit, Malfes screams that way, marching the troops one by one towards the center of the royal palace. Of course, the Kingsguard, under the direct authority of the Royal Rhindle, had a very high level of skill and skill, and the Resistance had made sacrifices. Due to sudden circumstances, however, it was difficult to keep the momentum of the resistance under pressure in an incompatible Kingsguard.

"Mr. Clary, this way!

As Kyle, who was a little forward, raised his voice toward Clary, Clary nodded one and approached Kyle.

"So which way are we going from here?

"This royal palace has a royal neighbourhood to the east, with bureaux such as bureaucrats and ministers to the north and between the Great Throne, and to the west. So if the placement hasn't changed with the old days, the Murasene's office itself should be west."

Explaining to Clary as Kyle floated behind his brain the structure of his former home, he also revived his memory of visiting here with Yui the other day.

"Speaking of which, when my husband brought me to this building the other day, you made me take you to the West Hall. But the Kingsguards in front of you seem to be protecting the northbound corridor?

"Yeah, Mr. Yui said there would be two possibilities. It's the possibility of being in the west office and between the Great Throne of the North. If Muracene noticed early in the day, he would probably be able to use his magic and magic unit effectively, choosing a wide area as an interception point."

In response to Clary's doubts, Kyle explains what Yui was talking about at the Ops meeting the other day. Clary then said to confirm, wondering if he was overlooking a possibility.

"But isn't there a chance he'll get away with it?

"That's what I asked, but Yui replied that there wasn't one."

Kyle himself wasn't sure because he didn't ask why he thought so, but he tells Clary Yui's response as it were. Then Clary was convinced, stroking his head, because it was what his husband said.

"... Well, if my husband says so. So, what do we do?

"From this Kingsguard placement, I believe the North is the main fate. Yui said we should just send troops in for insurance on the other side as well. So I'm going to ask you to turn to Lerim's magician unit."

Clary initially gave the look of surprise when he heard the statement. That was because if it became a total force battle, it would have dispersed a small number of troops with few unfavourable resistances for no reason to know. But once he traces the thought of the originator Yui, his doubts are frozen and he switches his thoughts quickly. That's how when he changed his mind, he set his sight on the enemy in front of him and decided to start doing what we could.

"Well, can the Oilers help too? Cains!"

"Heh, I'll take care of it"

Cain replied so and set up his bow, releasing arrows one after the other. After predicting the movement of his allies, the arrow fired one enemy soldier after another as he jerked through their gap. Indoors, but with the accuracy of the arrows to their viciousness, the Kingsguards on the front line were terrified and the front line went frenzied.

"Now, poke it all at once!

Answering Malfes' encouragement, the face of the resistance, in the form of an assault, gradually pushes up the front line and the battlefield gradually moves north to the north of the royal palace. Thus, a strong and overwhelming resistance occupied the narrow corridor leading to the Great Throne, where they were to confront the main body of the Kingsguard forming a rigorous defensive net in front of the Great Throne.

"Well, that's what this place is all about."

"Yeah, he's probably here."

When Kyle gives his endorsement to Malfez's words, the soldiers around him gain even more morale. Against such resistance, the confronting Kingsguards looked at them hatefully, and Jessen, who kept the command, pronounced an outrage.

"Though former members of our army, what would make such a gatherer do good? It's dispersed in the palace, and if the guards get together, we're better off on numbers. And if the soldiers out of the city return, our victory is promised. Look, we're definitely gonna keep this place alive!

To Jessen's words, the Kingsguards, who were somewhat pushed into the mood, regain their morale, each reassemble their weapons and stare at the soldiers of the resistance. It was naturally Nanya's blow that ignited the one-touch, immediate air that made the pageant.

"You guys, get out of the way. Flame shot!"

Its Nanya flaming bullet triggers the immediate resumption of fighting between the two armies. That fierce struggle was initially marked by a distinct predominance of resistance beyond momentum, leading the way closer to the sight between the Great Throne. But as the Kingsguards in the Royal Palace began to assemble continuously from each department they were guarding, the war situation began to change loosely.

"I'll stop first. This is almost the entire army, but the enemy is different. Continue like this and you will soon be exhausted and easily swallowed."

"I know, we only have one way. Come on. Let's get ready. Malfes!"

"Yeah, you're going to have to. You guys, get ready. Just one person, just focus on taking the neck of the murky scene. Forced to break through front-line enemies than this!

To that voice of Malfes, when the soldiers on the front line decide to be ready to die, they begin to storm the soldiers on the front, ready to throw their lives out.

"Cains!"

"I know, sir"

In response to Clary's voice, Caince releases continuously in an effort to use all the arrows he has left to assist the Murphs. And where he became the last arrow, he sharpens and clears all his nerves. And across my fingertips, the moment my body felt the feeling of my nerves connecting to the tip of my arrow, I concentrated on one of my enemies and unleashed it.

"Nah..."

Cain's unleashed arrow was profoundly pierced between Jessen's brows at the next moment as he passed just beside Malfez's face in a sliding form.

"All right, I'll keep occupying the Great Throne!

Losing their commander, and in front of the Kingsguards on the front, who could not hide the upset, Malfes proclaimed high, they pushed the Kingsguards like a tsunami, and kicked through the door that leads to the Great Throne Room. The moment the entrance opens, the face of the resistance steps inside as if it were an avalanche.

"Mura Scene Awareness --"

That roar, which tried to be emanated from none of the soldiers, fogs vainly as his throat was pierced from the side at the next moment. What awaited them as they stepped between the great thrones was an arrow of ice that would be released simultaneously from all over the room.

"" Iceland!

At the next moment, their front line broke apart once again when a giant arrow of ice was released from every part of the room aiming for the resistance.

"Not good, not like this...... Nanya!

"I know. Shit, I didn't use vibration destruction... and I don't like defensive magic. Madwall!"

Nagna managed to build a small dirt wall up front, squeezing the remaining magic, but it was hopeless to cut off the arrows of ice released from every part of the room, and the resistance fell on the spot one after the other. And the moment the man sitting on the throne far from them began to braid the spell, the soldiers of the resistance realized defeat at the immensity of its magic.

"Thank you for coming so far. But that last stuffing seemed sweet. Calambano!"

The voice of a man sitting on a rugged throne, prepared for the king or convinced of victory, echoes throughout the room. And with that voice, over the heads of the soldiers of the resistance, countless giant ice columns are created.

"Damn, I've come this far. Dad, I'm sorry."

Kyle looks up at the ceiling and closes his eyes from giving up on that desperate sight. Then a voice sounded scolding him on the spot.

"Don't give up! If you've been with him before, you should learn a little bit about how bad he's been. Firestorm!"

As soon as the silver-haired man jumped into the room from the rear, casting the spell, the countless ice columns that had fallen melted at once due to the storm of flames and were completely fogged.

"So, who are you?

Kyle is upset by the sudden and asks that of the silver-haired man who spoke to himself earlier. But it was not the man with that harsh look who answered the question, but the red-haired man who followed him in.

"Hehe, I'm a helper. Haven't you heard from Yui? We'll take care of the magician."

The man with that mouth pounded Kyle's shoulder as he grinned as he narrowed his fox eyes further.