Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Located deep inside Lend Castle, one room dominated by one beautiful woman.

The lord of that room, Miriam von Kelm, was wearing a woven fabric of yarn as she sat on the chair of the room, singing her nose for the winter, which was still far away.

She stretches out a lot once, thinking about how many more days her own work will take shape.

Then, at that time, the door to the room was suddenly knocked.

Excuse me, Miriam. Excuse me.

"Oh, Father? It's unusual at this hour. Why are you here?"

With the eyes of the visitor who came into the room after the knock, Miriam rounds her eyes with an unexpected look on her face.

"Ooh, ooh. It's such a surprise his father came to see his cute daughter."

"That's not what I'm saying...... Aren't you busy with your administration now?

He is a father with a gentle grin that does not normally change against his daughter, but only on this day he feels a slight shade in that grin. Therefore, Miriam remembered the anxiety that might be said of her father in front of her.

"Hehe, it's just time for a break. Don't you want to spend the rest of your life drinking tea with your daughter?

"No, that's not true. Please come this way."

In the words of Rialto, Miriam, with a carefree grin, invites her father to his seat across the street.

"Mm-hmm. Yes, because the tea party missed Eastern tea the other day. See, this is how the prep has been frying itself"

"Oh. Hehe, thank you, Father"

Miriam accidentally spills a bitter laugh when she thinks of the sight of her father, who has been surprisingly clumsy for a long time, making himself tea.

Rialto, on the other hand, saw the reaction of his beloved daughter and laughed bitterly so that she could be followed.

"What, it doesn't matter. Have you changed anything lately?"

"No, nothing in particular. If that's what you mean, your father's busy right now, isn't he? Rumor has it that the battle will begin again..."

"Hmmm... unfortunately not true. Don't worry about you."

Rialto gives a sorry look toward Miriam as he exhales a loud sigh.

"No, I was born in the royal family. If your father decides to fight to protect this country, I just trust your father."

"Thanks, but your true feelings are written on your face... you've grown up to be a really sweet good kid"

Reading Miriam's anxiety about the battle from that expression, Rialto utters his words with regret toward his beloved daughter.

"That's not..."

"To you, no. I'm putting a real hard time on you guys. But on the back of the prep is the life of all the people of Kelm. We can't stop now. Forgive me."

"Father. Because I know how your father feels. Come on, the tea will be cold. It's Oriental tea because of it. It's a waste."

All the more unnecessary such as my father's apology, Miriam tries to switch the subject by recommending tea.

Rialto unexpectedly feels for her concern and gives her a slightly relaxed look.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, don't let me in now."

With that in his mouth, Rialto pours tea out of the pot towards the cup.

That green coloured tea poured into the cup then diffused a slightly weak but soft aroma around, unlike the tea that was usually spoken of.

"A strange scent. Is this green tea? She smells like you, Mother."

"That one...? Isn't that about Istarts?

Listening to Miriam's words, Rialto asks him so to confirm when he comes to mind about heroes from other countries who can never think separately from this country.

Having heard his father's words, Miriam dyed her cheeks slightly to Zhu, either because of her alleged embarrassment.

"Yes. This is the first man your father has introduced me to, on top of his seat. I mean, that's what this is all about, right?

From the reaction of his father in front of him and his expression, Miriam predicts Rialto's thoughts and dares to mouth what he has stepped into.

Unexpectedly the words were unwittingly clogged when the Emperor, just as the Emperor, also gave a surprising look to the statement.

"... you've grown up to be a really good kid, but you've gotten a little too smart. To be honest, I still can't say anything. But I can't deny it."

Rialto had never yet spoken directly to Miriam about the paintings he was drawing in his own brain. His drowning beloved daughter, however, had already drawn the plan he was drawing from his clumsy father only against himself.

"I don't mind. Instead, I could have lost my life on that tea party day if I had been bad. I'd rather be happy to go under that one. Yes, rather gladly."

Miriam says so with her hands on her chest and her cheeks even redder.

With that look on her face, Rialto could not hide her confusion at the reaction of her first daughter to be seen.

"Miriam?

"Hehe, don't look like that, Father. This is the statute of a woman born in the royal family. Besides, your sisters were never the marriages you wanted from yourself. And yet I am rather grateful to your father for choosing such a lovely person."

The same beautiful flower-like grin as always.

When Miriam smiles like that, Rialto clogs the words again. Then he shook his neck twice, left and right, his eyes slammed, and then he spoke to her.

"Well... will you say so? Then this father will no longer say anything. Keep that in mind when it's possible."

Having heard that Rialto's words, Miriam puts her hands on her mouth to avoid putting her expression on the surface, and nods only small once.

So staring into each other's eyes, Rialto's parents and children slowly reached for each green tea silently, without either.

"That child is truly a past sister, Your Majesty"

As Rialto came out of her room after a tea party with his beloved daughter, one man was waiting for him, keeping his back on the hallway wall.

"Noin...? So how'd it go with Istarts?

From their emotional thoughts they deliberately avoid talking about Miriam, and Rialto asks only about the subject who went to Noyne's meeting.

"Basically, we declare that we will pierce non-interference. But I was wondering if there was enough room to get him involved."

Noin smiles niggly with his hands spread left and right, Rialto nods one as impressed.

"Well... that's lucky. But why did you think that?"

"You talked to him more than I thought. He's never been an indecisive man, but he's also politely responded to my questions that don't do him any good by saying why. Be careful what you do with Kisletin."

"I see. Did he still think that was the steep point there, too? So, what about him?

With his hand on his jaw, Rialto asks about going to Noyne when his gaze is slightly sharp.

"The Alliance of Free Cities, the first party in that country. He told his biggest faction, the Feliam senators, to scatter their money."

"Hmm, not bad indeed. But I don't even think that guy's gonna give you that obvious plan."

"Yeah, here's what he said." However, it is desirable that other political parties and factions find out that our country has scattered money. And if they still don't notice, you should probably leak it from here. "

When Noin tells him that as he shrugs his shoulders, Rialto nods one convincing expression.

"I see that relations between my country and that country can't get any better now. So at best you're using bad reviews to feed them together."

"Yeah, you're right. Of course, it would be a good place to be angry about interference in our country, and counterproductive if the country came together and shook up its fists. But there's no way that country can come together. Surely, if his strategy fits in, we'll be able to buy time. They can't do one thing without passing the annoying council or something."

"Hmm, that's true... oh, I see. I could read his true intentions."

For a moment, showing her contemplative tricks, Rialto laughed bitterly at the next moment.

"True intent......?

"Oh. Noyne, if his measures worked, now which country would benefit the most?

Rialto, who said so, turns his gaze toward Noine as if he were worth it.

"I see... is that what you mean? That's right, or cunning?"

In response to Rialto's inquiry, Noyne finally came to think of the secondary effects of this measure.

"Well, on the contrary, so this measure is not credible enough."

"Not at all, you're right. Can you cut the power of your neighbor after letting our country take on the dirt without polluting its own hands…? Well, at this point, let's close our eyes as much as it would be of some benefit to his country. All in all, it's hard to get there."

Rialto nods contentedly with his eyes at Noyne, who said he would accept the proposal without hesitation, which should also be said to be cloudy and swallowing with a light grin.

And with a slightly emotional look, he uttered such a small grunt that he could only hear himself.

"Hmmm... apparently you've peeled off too"

"What?"

If it had been Noine before, he would not have concealed his remorse by thinking that Yui's suggestions and thoughts had gone over him and danced on it.

But Rialto appreciates it highly for showing the metric of daring to accept it, even if he understands the true intentions of Yui's proposal.

"What, talking to yourself? But I guess I should still wear a collar on the one. Anyway, it's our hands in this battle that get him involved. Of course, if you can win just basically by preaching, you don't have to bother putting your wife on stage to make a debt to that guy."

"Yes, magicians were down dramatically for a while, mainly troops for Clarice, but we finally managed to secure a minimum of personnel to just use collective magic... although unfortunately the quality is inferior to before"

Noyne sighs out loud when she says so in a slightly dissatisfied voice.

Then Rialto opened his mouth with a bitter laugh so that he could fool him.

"There's no other way. All the magicians in our country, especially the elite, were destroyed by that man. Sometimes I mourn spilled milk."

"You are indeed right...... so as far as I am concerned I will put in place a system that can be described as the best in the current situation"

"Uhm. Shall we make every effort not to move the octopus over Clarice's eyes, based on his measures? And there are other things we need to get ready for. I'll leave this fight to you."

In the western part of the continent, he made it clear that he would take on a republic called the Empire, and Rialto entrusted his son with this battle.

"Ha, bye"

With Rialto's trust, Noyne bows his head after slightly brightening his expression. And he walked away from under Rialto in a whim.

"Has it finally begun to become a successor vessel to Pre? Well, then, Prep should be perfectly happy with that country so that you can focus on the army. Democrats of the Republic of Kisletin."