Unmotivated Hero's Tale

The day of the Birth Celebration of Crown Prince Noin.

The sun had already set for a long time, but the outlying palace of Lend Castle, the venue for this celebration, continues to shine bright and bright light through the window of the sliding vitreous as if it were daylight, by the light of the demonic stone lamp installed indoors. And there was also dancing in the venue, where light music resonated around the outhouse, quiet for the night.

There was someone looking at such a gorgeous venue from a corner of the garden just a short distance, distorting cheeks. It is Zeliam of the Security Department.

"It was on the security dossier this time, but the venue's definitely in that room, right?

"Yes, we entered the interior at noon pretending to be a food supplier, but no doubt all the items were brought into that room"

His children report to Zeliam's inquiry without precipitation.

"Hmm... loud music and wasted lights to the point of excess. That's the noise the Imperial Fools deserve at the end."

Zeliam groans so as if laughing with his nose, he looks over at his men who brought him together on the spot. A total of thirty-six. That was the number of Zeliam's children who had been mixed up with the Ministry of Public Security and other departments.

"The time is full. The time has finally come to stop the breath of that foolish empire, which can only enlarge the country. In this operation, the Empire loses many of its central talent. And in the jihad that will take place in the near future, our nation's victory will be more unshakeable."

Hearing that Zeliam's speech, his men nodded strongly at the same time, returning to him a determined glance.

Satisfied with their reaction like that, Zeliam nods one big time when he hoists just a little right corner of his mouth.

"Then this makes us Shura. Priority targets are the Emperor, as well as Crown Prince Noin and Second Prince Thor. And then let Secretary of State Paddell be the deceased. And one more...... Yui Istarz. You must kill an abominable evil man who bends his magic. So, everybody ready?

In response to Zeliam's inquiry, his men nodded back without interrupting his hair.

Then Zeliam pulled out his hip-ready sword and turned his sword tip toward a room glowing brilliantly in the dark night.

"Now, take the time to make the break-in. Operation Started!"

Zeliam's words are spoken or not, and his men, lurking on the spot, walk towards the venue in unison. And as he approached the slit vitreous illuminated by the lights emanating from the inside, he broke through the glass with its momentum and entered one after the other.

"Hehe, now you've decided the fate of the empire. Shall I go too?"

Zeliam was in charge of peri-uterine security. Inside, of course, soldiers from another unit were scheduled to provide security, but he is convinced that there is nothing that would make him an enemy for an entry unit that includes a lot of Filament origin.

Not to mention the aristocratic idiots who are attending this celebration, even if they had clothes to wear, he thought they couldn't possibly have the equipment to escort them. Therefore, with regard to this operation, he does not even envisage the possibility of failure from its planning stage.

"Ze, Dear Zeliam. Oh, my God!"

Zeliam, who had already made his way to the venue where his men had finished putting in and slowly walked, finds himself uncomfortable with the look on his men's face as they rushed out of the venue.

"What's up? What the hell happened?"

"Look inside, look inside!

Hearing his men speak, Zeliam suddenly remembers a heartbeat. Then, as he walked out of the scene and entered the celebration hall from between the shattered glass, he raised his voice unexpectedly to the sight that spread there.

"Duh, what do you mean? Isn't it completely deserted? He said there was noisy music going on until earlier... where did the players go? Besides, what's going on with the party?

"Oh, that's it...... look at that!

One of his men points to a large box set in the corner of the dreaded room, while rushing around the venue that is the muddy shell, Zeliam, who can't hide out the upset and exasperate.

"Nah... he said it was an automatic player!

Zeliam looks stunned and opens his eyes.

Then, as if the timing had been measured, the three doors connecting the venue with the hallway, the stall and the goods entrance were opened at the same time, and those distinct from the planned party guests had apparently collapsed into the venue.

"Hey, I'm afraid you've come all the way to a party hosted by me and His Royal Highness, Mr. Zeliam."

"Become... Yu, Yui Istarz. You!"

With a witch magician or red-haired fox-eyed man, Zeliam unexpectedly leaves one step after seeing a dark-haired man show up through the door for the loading of goods installed at the edge of the room.

But against him, now a familiar voice hung from his back.

"Whoa, don't you have to forget my presence, too, Zeliam. I'm delighted to have the right people to attend the venue, as we planned."

"So, Your Highness... did you mean that I was set up, this me?"

When Noyne emerges from the door on the side of the modem opposite Yui, along with the army elites, Zeliam stands on the spot with a stunned look on his face. But that was not the end of his consternation.

"Wait, wait, you guys. I'm not gonna let a party like this get away with this."

With that in his mouth, it was the emperor Rialto the man who finally appeared through the central door on the side of the hallway, following the Kingsguard and the second prince, Thor.

The moment he sees the figure, Zeliam unexpectedly opens his eyes and trembles all over his body looking at his own situation.

"Heh, you're even here, Your Majesty. So... such an idiot. My preparation so far should have been perfect. And yet, what is this? What the fuck?

"Perfect? Ha, then you would say that your perfection was to a far extent perfect"

When Noine smiles coldly and sends a gaze looking down at Zeliam, he mocks him as he is.

"I've been in this country thirty years early. Why are you doing this when you say that this day has finally arrived over time... a foreign molecule who has gotten mixed up in my plan... if it's your fault, Istarz"

"What, me? No, no, it's nothing. I just spoke a little first, and it was actually His Highness Noyne who took the lead."

"Come on, don't blame me on your own, Isterz. I just kept doing what you planned. It's in the form of a trap involving His Majesty."

Noyne, who has eliminated his aversion to Yui in the process of working out this project together, turns to Yui, who tries to rub all the blame on himself, and speaks of blame as he hoists the corner of his mouth.

"No, no, I just asked His Majesty to lend me that wonderful automaton. I originally came up with this plan because I saw it."

"Heh heh, Lord Istarts is a bad person when it comes to having such a fun party, but let's get the prep out of the way, etc."

Rialto laughs nicely at Yui when he utters a fun-filled voice.

The person to whom the grin was directed scratched his head like trouble and turned his gaze to Zeliam.

"Well, Zeliam. I'm sorry, but the perimeter of this outhouse is already solidified by the Imperial Army. I know it's a shame for you, but could you surrender clean?

"Ha... oh my god. You mean it was already my loss when I stepped in here? But surrender? Don't be ridiculous. Hmm, if this happens, I'll even try to be a match for that geese neck who showed up on purpose to mock me. Together, he!