Continental Hero Senki

I love my country.

If you say so, you may think that I am a patriotic person. But I'm a little hesitant to call myself that, and I'm not very comfortable being told that by others.

I may prefer my hometown, or the people who live there, to my homeland.

That's why I'm protecting my country.

"Why is onee-sama there?"

That's why I got confused.

Based on the actions of my sister, Claudia von Linz.

During the massive civil war in the Empire, I broke into the palace to protect His Majesty the Emperor. The goal was almost achieved, but there were two people there who weren't supposed to be there.

One of them was your sister.

And the other one--

"Is there a culture in this country that turns its sword to its guests?"

"I'm sorry." It seems that my sister was not educated enough. ”

Onee-sama turned to me quietly. Under that silent pressure, I had no choice but to lower my sword.

"--Excuse me, Lord Lady Guell..."

"There's nothing to worry about." Rather, in this battle, it is wrong to hope that you will respond carefully to sudden visitors. "

The man smiled quietly as he scraped his pride beard.

The person who is not supposed to be there, the identity of the "tourist" who came from somewhere. It was Marshal Alexei Ladigel, the Imperial Military Minister of the Eastern Continent.

Why are so many big guys here?

... no, it's decided. It is self-evident when one considers what this person, or rather the person he serves, is trying to do.

"Finne, are you prepared to sacrifice the blood of 80 million people of the Empire to the altar of sacrifice?"

"---"

The words of my sister were too strong.

And it was also proof that things were no longer out of our hands.

I'm about to be swallowed up by a river of history that can't be helped.

It's about time the battle outside was over, isn't it?

“Yeah, that's what Finne's here for, isn't it?”

Do they know that it will be the last glow of the kingdom?

"Fufu, what do you think?"

Onee-sama and the Marquis continued to laugh. I fully understand the meaning of the conversation. It was very hard to understand.

I like my hometown. I've lived to protect this Ostmark.

If my hometown were to be doomed, I would resist it with all my might. Even if it is pointless, it is an act of increasing sacrifice.

For that reason, I would do it at the expense of another country.

That's why I've joined the military and dedicated myself to intelligence as a member of the Ministry of Intelligence.

... that's what I'm supposed to do.

I am trying to resist your words.

Something is stupid in the depths of my chest. Every time you try to suppress your emotions without knowing who you are, your breath becomes bitter and almost stuffy.

Has it changed me? - No, it can't happen.

Sentiment is strictly forbidden in the context of national security. Nearly all relationships and schemes between nations are based on rationality. Ethics and emotions can only be crushed by powerful forces.

Therefore, the military, the state, becomes a monster of reason and opposes its power.

- That's why I have to fight it.

"Onee-san, have you already accepted this?"

“Of course, Finne, that means a bigger presence will acknowledge the situation when we have a seat like this with other ministers.”

"...... I just checked."

I don't need emotions.

This world is built on "rationality".

─ ─ Even if I slam it into my head, the pain in my chest will not heal, and I will leave the scene to escape.

Fiona, there's nothing else I can say about this.

…………

I couldn't return anything to your words.

The battle came to an end on February 26.

---

After the civil war, I didn't talk much to Colonel Yusuf.

He was busy, which is why he looked like he was busy. In my heart, my desire to see you sooner is attacking me. But the sober part of me is refusing to do it.

I have a verse in front of him that makes me insane. It's an embarrassing story, but it's generally true. And now, I was afraid of him. It feels like I can't stay with me.

- It's like the moon.

I was troubled and suddenly such an impression came to my mind.

My beloved country or my beloved country.

If this is the story of a hero, it's a mysterious development. Chosen as the master of evil, the hero jumps away and thrusts into a hopeful future.

I have been chosen for such a choice by the great river of history. ― ― Even if you're chosen, it's like you don't have a choice.

Even if you choose the latter, you can't change the future wherever you fall. If I were the protagonist of the hero story, I would have saved both of them gorgeously.

But in reality, there is no miracle or hope.

Between reason and emotion, between the future to be advanced and the future not to be advanced, between hope and despair, my heart was disturbed.

No matter how busy you try to get in the way, you can't get a job done.

I decided to change my mind and take a short walk. Soon after I realized it was a mistake.

"-Oh."

I found it.

It has become the least pleasant reunion we have had so far.

Colonel Yusuf, who found me, approaches with a smile on his face.

Thank you, Finne-san, for this operation.

"... no."

I looked away.

I'm afraid to make eye contact with Colonel Yusuf. I'm already trying to be a traitor to Silesia, to you. I tried to distract myself from the fact.

Looking at me like that, he said this without a sudden beat.

"... Mr. Fine, what would you do if you were forced by your enemies to choose between honorable death and humiliating life?"

"Huh? What do you mean...?"

Was there information leaking from somewhere?

And before you know it, you let it out loud. I was confused for a while.

"Well, there's no answer." It's a little intellectual curiosity. "

"Hah..."

I pretended to be thinking about Colonel Yusuf's intentions. I have already arrived at this answer.

"... I wonder if it's an honorable death. I can't imagine myself living in humiliation forever.”

“I see. I certainly can't imagine Fine doing that either. On the contrary, I can't imagine myself accepting honorable death, so I accept humiliating life.”

Indeed, I can't imagine Colonel Yusuf giving his life as a martyr.

It's Colonel Yusuf.

"Yes, we are born, we are alive, and we have different responsibilities."

…………

The words pierced my chest.

Your clogged breath is almost overflowing with thoughts.

"So, Mr. Fine, which do you think your [nation] should choose?"

"... that's..."

I can't say anything.

When I said it, I almost couldn't make up my mind. Because I can't see the way to go anymore.

“I can't be a martyr. But I do what I have to do. I'm sure Fine will be the same.”

No. No, Mr. Yusuf.

"...... Yes, I'm fine."

No, it's not.

It's not.

I wonder if it's okay.

Your throat is almost overflowing with words you want to convey. What I want to say, what I have to say--.

But before that, Claudia's words echoed in her brain.

Are you prepared to sacrifice the blood of 80 million people of the Empire to the altar of sacrifice?

The words drag me into the swamp of reason.

"Colonel--no, my Yusuf-san. Please be safe."

While suppressing the pain in my chest, I finally squeezed out the moonlit words.

"Yeah. Mutual."

I'm going to be crushed by your back.

Somebody, somebody, help me.

Please, don't let me choose.

- A month later, the Union of Lvonian Nobles, west of the Kingdom of Silesia, declared war on the Kingdom of Silesia.