Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Under a clear blue sky, a distinct army and a different group of apparently normal outfits walk out of the city without a herd. Soldiers marching in that group, unlike the armies of other countries, stood out for those in robes preferred by magicians.

And there are three figures on a hill a little further from its marching party. He was the head of three families: Medium Dioram, the Magic King, and Phileo Mysmu and Uila Mirahov.

"Hehe, Lord Medium. I wonder if this discipline of my Mysmu Corps"

Fileo proudly stretches his chest as he turns his gaze to the soldiers from his own magic school.

Indeed, as he argued, a group of magicians united in armament in the loess he led had made its march feel more hectic and disciplined than a regiment of herd-blue diorum and deep-green Mirahov.

"Indeed, your army seems to be the most skilled… I expect more from you, Lord Fileo"

"Um, I'll take care of it"

Mindful of Medium's remarks, Phileo nods one satisfactorily when he puts a delightful color on his face.

"Well in these fights, we Dioram are only supporters. It will be self-evident that your army will be the star of this battle."

With such a mouthful against Phileo, Medium exhales a small sigh not to be understood by him. And with his mouth shut, he watched the soldiers marching this time with a slightly bitter look on his face.

The number of soldiers to be mobilized to the battlefield this time as a filament is its tens of thousands.

Most of that, of course, is not permanent soldiers, but all that is encouraging the magic industry in their country. However, there is no other nation in the western part of the continent that can mobilise magic soldiers of such quality.

Therefore, although there have been several troubles with the Empire so far, they also continued to drop off only the total invasion of Filament.

"But the opponents of this battle, in those weak magicians of the Empire, may not have enough for our soldiers. Well, it's not a bad idea to teach a difference in character."

Phileo grins full of confidence as he stretches his chest.

Then, with an uncertain eye until then, Uilla, shaking her middle finger in her right hand with a distorted grin, uttered words towards the two people on the spot when she suddenly trembled.

"Huuuuuuu, who takes command of the battle? Or don't you want a command? I'm glad to hear that too... I always do. Garbage from the outside..."

Whirla was on her way to talking, but she watched the clouds suddenly flowing through the sky and shut up.

Suddenly the atmosphere was different, but the two people who felt creepy peeked into Whirla's face.

"... Lord Wirra?

When Phileo called out in horror, Uilla twisted her head with her fingers in her mouth.

"Waste should be disposed of, we have to crush it, crush it and burn it down. But if anything happens to my guinea pigs that get crushed by that garbage... if it does...! Hiccup."

Uilla, who hails her men, her godchildren, and everything involved in her own magic school as a guinea pig, suddenly nodded and began to wiggle the soil on the ground with her bare hands.

"I can't forgive you, there's no way you can forgive me, is there? Garbage! Garbage!

Too forcefully he tried to turn the earth, and therefore the nails of Whirla's hand peeled off, and a drop of red blood fell into the earth. But still, he doesn't stop that hand from moving.

While knowing his anomaly well, it was a medium that he could only accidentally open his mouth and look at, but seeing that Vira's bleeding was increasing, he calls out to cast a curative magic.

And the moment he tried to open his mouth, Whirla accidentally stopped moving perfectly, twisting her head only backwards.

"It's okay, sir? My guinea pigs don't get crushed by dirty trash like that, do they, Na?

Speaking at unexpected times, Medium snorts one after another beat as she takes her gaze off its madly mixed, gloomy eyes.

And another party, Phileo, opened his mouth toward such a barometric, bodily Medium.

"Well, fighting normally doesn't make you lose, but I don't want to impose unnecessary sacrifices on my men either, just as Lord Uilla feels. What do you say, Lord Dioram? Is Lord Taru not going to leave the command of your lord's army to me to watch the battle from behind?

"It's true that even if our Dioram soldiers in the supporting role act as a single group, they don't really benefit the war situation... okay. In this battle, I have nothing to disagree with when it comes to placing my army in the hands of my lord"

The Diorum family is known as the landlord in restorative and supportive magic, and has a magic school dedicated to it.

Of course, the Dioram family is also a magical prestige, so not many of them deal with offensive magic. It is true, however, that it is still said to be of such magnitude and good skill that it is significantly inferior when compared to those belonging to the remaining two houses, in particular the Mysms.

And it was therefore the unanimous view of the public that Dioram's role in this fight should be used primarily for backward support.

"Um, then I'll be at your disposal. Well, how about Lord Wirra?

"Hyah, my troops are trumpets for this battle, sir. So the key is to put it in properly within the overall movement. Well, if that's what you mean, I don't mean to, but I can leave you with my guinea pigs, yo. But if I ever let you die in vain..."

"Well, it's all right, Lord Wirra. Regardless of some sacrifice, I am not willing to waste your troops"

"... then, yes, sir. Hyah, hyah, hyah."

Laughing in a tall voice like a back voice, with a gnarly grin, Uilla also approves of Phileo's command.

Here we are, and finally the person responsible for this battle has been decided.

"Well, don't worry, I won't drain your soldiers for nothing. It's only because our soldiers will rush through."

Having been transferred command of the two armies, Phileo nods heavily once with them in turn, promising the work of his own army.

"Running through the front lines...? But rumor has it that the Imperial Army intends to fight in defense, caged in the castle fortress of Aedemiras?

With a slight fear of Phileo's somewhat overconfident reaction, Dioram confirms so towards him.

"If you want to pull, you can let him pull. With the help of our magicians, we should blow up every fortress. Hehe, or is Lord Medium afraid of them?

"I'm not afraid of anything else, I just checked. You should be aware of everything."

That's what Medium says in a pale tone, with a gaze as if to bruise a coward.

Meanwhile, Wirra, who had overheard their interactions like that, catches the right corner of her mouth about what's wrong.

"Kuku, well, don't leave the information around here to me, yo. The guinea pigs you were sending to that country are pretty dead, but my boys are still here, sir."

"... disposable rat handling"

"Huh, it helped me do this, yo. In the meantime, you dead guinea pigs must be crying with gratitude, too, yo. Besides, the next guinea pig has already got you moving, sir."

Hoisting up the ends of both mouths, Uilla grins like a clown.

"The next guinea pig? What the hell are you talking about?

"Hyah, the fact that I've already hit your hand for you sa. I mean, yes, this guinea pig I care about is bothering to use you guys to keep you an Imperial garbage scum agent. Huff, I want to see their amazing faces, and their crying faces fast yo. My kids, who just left this city, suddenly show up in front of them, sir. Oh, their expression then, and despair. Sweet Dayo without words."

Heading to Uilla, who stated that he was using the imperial spy net backwards, Medium sighs, who had not heard any such reports at all.

And when I understood in advance that it was impossible to have such a collaboration with the other two houses, I opened my mouth as I had given up.

"... In the meantime, I've left the battle to you and others. I'll be in charge of communication and transportation with my home country, so I'm not going to be able to help with the battle."

"Oops, Lord Magic King, don't worry about the battle or anything, put your energy into practice at best."

With a spare grin, Phileo speaks that way toward Medium.

"I'll let you do that. Okay, excuse me."

Fearing Phileo and Uilla, who somehow could afford it, even before the battle, Medium announced his resignation from the spot after exhaling a small sigh.

"... but can I really let you do it alone? If you do poorly, you could consolidate domestic strides from a remote location while you're looking at our army."

"Cook, that's all right, Ka. If Medium had such courage and ambition, he would have crushed us before. Yet he remains the same when he becomes king of magic, Ta. It's just a hobby, Sa. Bad guinea pig for me, no worse than you guys, sir."

It is a lesson that the masters of other houses, defeated in the election of the Magic King, are forced to hide as they may shake the stability of the kingdom's power.

Medium, the modern magic king, however, did not banish Phileo and Uilla, who had contested in the elections, from the top of each house because of their natural fondness.

The matter had become to Phileo an insult to look at himself low, and to Uilla an abject repellent fallen king.

And they were plotting to drive Medium down until today.

"So is that... but I guess his sweetness should also be called Dioram"

"Ha ha, you know what? Well, whether he's sweet or not, that's none of our business, yo. Because there is no connection between what we are told to do when we relinquish command, sir."

"For example, after you drop the Empire, you'll be killed by a soldier who turns back."

"Oh, you're right, Sa"

That's how Phileo and Uilla, smiling together, each speak of conspiracy as they explore each other's expressions without alarm.

"But about this one. Exactly, sir. I have to say I'm ready to ravage the empire, I'm planning to banish that man, that's all."

"Hiccup, but I can't do it alone. I can't do this without you, Sa."

Uilla gives a pulling laugh and mouths humility to the man in front of her.

"Let's take it as a compliment. By the way, if you're thinking about the last finish, should we still use his army as a pretext in the fight against the Imperial Army?

"I can't, yo. It's too brittle for Dioram. I can't play such a big part in those weak magicians, sir. It's you guinea pigs who don't have the skills to fight for themselves anyway, if you let them focus on recovery behind the main force, that's fine, yo."

"Is that true, too? Even Dioram's weak fangs won't even scratch him when he rushes to bite."

Phileo credits them with that as he sends his gaze like a little fool toward the Dioram soldier walking ahead of him.

With that word in his ear, Whirla smiles with a nimmary grin. And after laughing inclusively, he uttered words in a disgusting voice.

"Cook, that's right sa. So there's one thing we do, Ke. I'll bury the body in front of Kelm, and then I'll bury your corpses in Dioram's guinea pig. Hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah.

With her mouth corner hoisted up like a clown, Whirla continues to laugh on the spot with one hand to keep her face down.

Adjustment of the Imperial Army spy network by Whirra.

In its working activities, the Empire was completely crushed in its eyes and nose, and a sudden assault by the Magic Duchy led to the fall of the border fort in just one day.

The battle between the Empire, which is thus in the midst of unexpected chaos and agitation, and the Magic Principality, which boils down to victory, will shift its stage to Aedemiras, the imperial southern region.