Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Ademilus.

It is the name of a city in the Empire, and the land serves as a relay point for all logistics in the southern region of the Empire.

Aedemiras was the southernmost city of the empire until the empire became enlarged to its present size, and the city existed on the border with the previously existing kingdom of Hercept south of the city.

In a time when empires could not yet be so called mighty as they are today, this city lived days of constant aggression from the Kingdom of Hercept.

Therefore, the then Emperor Ark von Rend III builds a defensive base against their invasion by erecting a robust castle fortress with a presence in the southernmost part of this Aedemiras.

Built at this time was a robust castle fortress called the Aedemiras Castle Fortress, which, when spoken of by imperial soldiers as the Aedemiras, generally refers to this castle fortress rather than the city.

Now this degree of completion as a castle fortress in Aedemiras also has the limits of the empire's national power at that time, and it is actually hard to say that it is that robust a castle fortress compared to the one set up with the Republic of Kisletin, which has been contending for hegemony in the West of the continent in recent years.

Nevertheless, the Edemilus Castle Fortress, which has protected the Empire for many years and has never been dropped to this day, played a major role as the spiritual support of the Imperial Army in a sense.

In Aedemiras, which can be regarded as an imperial necessity in this battle, it is Cisplum, who is the general of the army of the southern side of the empire, who assumes the role of castle defense commander and leads 15,000 imperial soldiers into this castle.

"... I see that the report from the Border Troops was correct. Hehe, will you do it, you magical fanatics?"

Information brought to you by a secret detective who was releasing it to the magical principality. It is that the magical principality began forming an army after the declaration of war.

That information had sometimes resulted in identical reports from multiple routes, on the basis of which the Imperial Army hubs were attempting to assemble plans to send reinforcements to the south at sufficient leisure.

But the Magic Duchy Army, which is supposed to be forming an army in the capital, quickly falls into this when it suddenly appears on the southern border, which is not supposed to appear.

This utterly unexpected state of affairs had disrupted not only the centre of the Empire but also this southern side of the army.

"General. The evacuation of the citizens has been completed. We managed to bring back units that were on perimeter alert, so 90% of the planned soldiers are positioned inside the castle and on the city side."

"Um... well, I guess I'm ready for the bare minimum."

In response to a report by Illinois, his deputy, Sisplum squeaks so with an abominable look as he spots the soldiers of Filament marching across the border from the south.

"General Cisplum. Is that what this unforeseen thing is about, after all, when they were sending false information to our army?

"Oh, you're probably pretty sure. From the noise of the other day to today, anything is too short a period of time. They said they were more prepared than they used to be... that's probably what happened."

"I see. I'm not surprised that that country would come together that way... but I thought that country had a fragmented claim to each of your three houses and in a way had no more body as a nation than Kisletin"

With that in his mouth, Illinois moved his gaze from Cisplum to the enemy army.

At the end of his gaze lies a group of three color-coded colours.

Mirakhov with dark green as his own color.

Mysms with loess as their own colour.

And Dioram with herd blue as the color of his own army.

They even seemed to wrap themselves in the school colors of their own operating magic schools, hustling each other as incompatible in a way.

"You're absolutely right. I don't think there's any such thing as co-ordination between them. But no, that's why they're horrible. Sometimes each pride that you can't beat another magic school creates an unexpected boost of morale. And in itself, it can never be foolish. Not to mention if you think they were prepared for each other in advance, like this one."

"... Indeed. I also regret the sweetness of my perception"

When Illinois is ashamed of the shallowness of his own sight, he immediately admits the error.

It was this honesty more than its talent that made Cisplum, formerly known as the two chief residents defending the north and south of the Imperial Army and now the only one, appoint the young Illinois as his deputy.

"Well, basically, what Sir says is not an error. And if there's anything I can do to get into this fight, I think it's just their way too strong a claim."

"If so, should this battle still take the lead in beating the crowd-blue diorum momentum? Because their healing magic will put our army at a disadvantage for a long time."

Illinois asks his neighbor Cisplum as he turns his gaze to a group wrapped in blue arms, the school color of Dioram Magic School.

"Um, right. The most important thing in this battle is not to lose. The longer the battle prolongs, the more advantageous our army will be, and the enemy army will be. That is why what Sir thinks is the basic policy at first. As much as we would have liked to have liked to have liked to."

"Sure... So how do you do it?

One nod as he was convinced to hear Sisplum's remarks, Illinois asks him about his policy.

"Only the basic policy is dedicated defense, which in itself does not change. And if our army has a chance to go on offense, it 's--"

"Glenzen Kugel… yes, after the arrival of the Imperial Mages"

Illinois, having read the superior officer's intentions, remarks so as to overlap.

Then Sisplum nodded loudly to affirm his view

"Oh, you're right. Unless, of course, there's a monster in the enemy that's coming to this country right now from Clarice, but there's no such thing as an imbecile."

If the person hears it, Sisplum speaks like shrugging his shoulders and scratching his head, throwing it away.

Of course Illinois, who overheard the statement, immediately agreed with his view.

"I mean, I don't have a problem with you being there. Even for me... yes, I want to wear General Lin En's two dances."

"Lynn En was an undisputed famous general, and a cherry blossom of our contemporaries. But even though he scattered the flowers, he couldn't have seen me the same way. I don't have flowers that are as gorgeous as they are scattered."

Cisplum tells that in a powerful tone as he floats behind his brain about Lynn En, who was in sync at the Imperial military school and became a no-go at the time of Clarice's invasion.

"Anyway, I'm sure by now His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was reported to have been assaulted by the Magic Principality, is also around the time when he was rushed to arrange reinforcements for us. We have to protect this fortress until then."

Illinois snorts forcefully twice when he mouths the basic policy again, as he confirms.

"Exactly. According to information from an earlier border unit, they are marching in three armies of some 20,000 magicians. At the moment, there are fewer of us, and they are all magicians for fear. If so, shall we let them use this fortress, which exists in us, at best effectively?"

"Dear Phileo. If we keep moving forward, it's likely that the lead force will soon be as far as the range of enemy troops stationed at the Edemilus fortress."

He nods one big time as Phileo's men, the Mysmus family reporter, rush under him.

"Apparently, the people in the fortress are restlessly panicking. From here on out, you can see it in your hands."

"Kicky. Hee-hee, look over the fortress. There are so many trash scumbags out there who are about to die. He's singing to us," Kill me, kill me. "

Uilla, who was shaking her finger next to Phileo, shouts on the spot in an emotional voice, obviously with eyes on the shadow observing this one.

Though slightly puzzled by such a Uilla reaction, Phileo spoke to him without ever putting it on his face.

"... Lord Uilla. Shall we open the end of the war from us, then, as we had initially met? If you buy me some time, I'll lose the point that your lord used their intelligence network against me."

"Iyo. Yeah, it's awesome! Start killing fast, start killing with us, Le. Oh, just think of the stuffy, suffering garbage scumbags, who seem to sleep nicely today Da"

"... then let's make that policy quick. As planned, the Medium soldiers will turn backwards, and we Mysms will be in line ahead. Shall we put a hole in that old fortress first?"

Fileo, out of physiological disgust, was full of desire to leave the scene, but managed to restrain himself and mouth his own military policy.

But there's no way he cares at all about his emotions like that, and Wirra points at the castle fortress with her index finger where her saliva hangs around, and then hoists both corners of her mouth.

"Huff, Ana Ugatu! Yes, wear Anna. Stay alive, spread Anna deep and deep. Huhuhuhu, Eggle the young stuff. It's also pleasant, but Kowashi Tekus the worn out castle fortress in front of you is also the best Kaikansah. Come on, come on, let's break it black and deep and wrap it all up, yo."

"Oh, oh... let's prove what the Imperial Army calls an undefeated castle fortress, just an aging borough"

"Fuhihihi. I'll also tell you that the magic of Carrera's play is different from the real magic of Bokura, Kana. Garbage scumbags, in exchange for their lives... sir"

When he said so and emitted a spooky pulling laugh, Uilla resumed her fingering with a nibbling grin.