Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

"We have breached the range of enemy avant-garde, longbowmen. Apparently the Mysms are in the vanguard."

Illinois reports to Cisplum, who stands next to him, watching the approaching by the loess magicians approaching under his eyes.

"Well... then let's say hello from us. Archers, stand up!

When Cisplum raises his right hand high, he waves that hand down once he looks around the bowmen's faces.

"Let go!"

Sisplam's decree goes down, or no, and at the same time the Imperial Army archers unleash an arrow that leads to the long bow.

Its innumerable arrows, exploiting the high and low differences of the castle fortress, were poured down simultaneously to the front lines of the Filament army, as if to show the fruits of the imperial ceremony's rigorous training.

But as soon as the Imperial Army is convinced that they have taken the lead, a group dressed in a loess military outfit advancing ahead cast their magic simultaneously, a strong wind blows over their heads and immediately blows all arrows to the other side.

"Oh my God! Stupid!"

"Gathering magic of the wind...... no, you're not. You just mean that a high-ranking wind magician manipulated the wind all at once? But what a wind...... no, magical power!

Assuming it was the Imperial Army's Mage Squad that would be attacked by that arrow, the simmering of heavy rain-like arrows that probably would not have been prevented.

But to the fact that it was lightly and magically blown away, Illinois wolves slightly.

"Don't just give up once. What's the biggest difference between their magic and our bow? It's about releasing it to the enemy without interruption. Come on, get a second shot ready. Let go!"

Turning to the archers who show surprise and bewilderment as well as Illinois, Cisplum, when he says so in a strong tone, directs a second shot not to give him room to think.

That's how the second simulation was rushed off.

But this time, Dioram soldiers dressed in herd blue clothes braid countless shields of ice, and many of their arrows are undone.

"Hmmm... can't you still let me take the lead on how easy it is to shoot from this distance"

Sisplum speaks that way with a rugged look as he sees the trajectory of his own army arrows being bounced off one after the other.

"But my lord. I think now we know two things. Again, the enemy army is to split up for each magic school and say that troop formation is taking place. This is obvious because we checked earlier to see which units were casting magic."

"... and the other thing is, they're not using collective magic."

Listening to Cisplum's words and actions that preceded his remarks, Illinois nodded loudly in agreement.

"Exactly. Quite a few Mirakhov scouts seem to have entered the heart of our country, but just as confidential, the collective magic couldn't be stolen from them either. Even on the ice wall earlier, Dioram would have spoken of it, but there was a hole there because it wasn't in tune with the group. That doesn't mean it's totally stuck. I was wondering if there might be a winning chance for our army around here."

"Sure. And if they can really use collective magic, they've already broken the fortress in time..."

"Yes. I think so, too. If you can use collective magic, you don't have to bother marching within the range of archers and magicians in our army. Nevertheless, advancing to the fortress is more than proof that the enemy has not been able to develop large-scale collective magic for long distances."

In response to that powerful statement by Illinois, the commander nodded satisfactorily once, indicating his future policy.

"Because what we do is simple. Attack them from the fortress without interruption and wait for reinforcements. Illinois, are you stockpiling enough arrows?

"Of course it is. With regard to the supply plan, His Royal Highness, who is in the Imperial City, has already prepared a plan for himself, so we are being carried in one foot."

A replenishment plan devised by a certain dark-haired man whining about bump stupidity. Illinois proudly answers the achievement without knowing otherwise.

Meanwhile, satisfied with that answer, Cisplum slowed his mouth slightly, shifting his gaze straight to the impending Filament army.

"Then I'll just have to shoot more and more without being an asshole. Come on, get a third shot ready... Mmm, wait. Enemy magic attack? All hands, prepare for enemy attack magic."

Seeing innumerable flames forming in the front of the enemy army, Cisplum gave a quick defensive instruction. And it is precisely at that time that he utters his instructions that countless arrows of flames are unleashed in the sight of the fortress.

Flaming arrows flying in unison.

Generally speaking, this much magic ejection over long distances does not even retain its power satisfactorily, as the magic required for world alteration is enormous, except in special cases such as collective magic. It was because of the modifying power of the world to alter events, but although the magic unleashed by the Filament Army was considerably weakened, it was poured down into the fortress in large numbers.

"Ugh, can they still respond to the archers even at this distance? I don't know how far this is. Probably some places where the fire broke out. Check for damage and extinguish fire as soon as you can!

Sisplam is subjected to the magic of the Filament army, which is unleashed simultaneously in the sight of the fortress, and gives instructions to his surrounding men as soon as the arrows pass.

Illinon, hearing his voice next door like that, exhales a sigh of relief as he makes a sound and swallows his spit, glad to be at this fortress.

"Again, the magic of filaments is something to be afraid of. If you're a magician in our army, how many of them can unleash enough magic of power from this distance… but if you know exactly what they mean, you know that our measures have borne fruit"

"Oh, even though this Ademilus is a monument to the seasons, after the death of the Kingdom of Hercept, it was a substitute for years of improperly renovating the Magic Principality as a virtual enemy. I'm not gonna make it as easy as they think."

I tell him that, although it could not have been completely intact, the reports delivered one after the other remained relatively minor damage.

Having confirmed those reports, Cisplum hoisted the right corner of his mouth satisfactorily when he nodded one big time.

"Well General. How will our army respond to their attack?

"Take as many arrows as you can let go, of course. Come on, now is the time to attack. When they unleash offensive magic, their defenses are falling apart. I don't think I can stop my own attack. This is exactly the time. Third shot, let go!

Interlaced with the second flame unleashed by Filament at about the same time, with the decree of that Cisplum, the arrows of the Imperial Army are unleashed on the enemy formation.

The Filament army was slightly upset by that empire's counterattack.

Although it is true that the chain of command singled out Fileo as commander, it is difficult to fully interact between each magic school. So the troops of the Mysms in attack by braiding the magic of the flames and those of the Diorams trying to create an ice shield for their defense shunned each other, making the Filament army insufficient for both offenses.

"I finally admit enough damage to the Magic Duchy Army. And of course, the damage to our army has been sustained by some soldiers, beginning with the archers."

Since he forcibly unleashed the attack back during the enemy's attack, the damage to his own army was no less than earlier. Thus, Illinois' voice is mixed with something slightly bitter.

Meanwhile, Cisplum, who commands the entire army, did not even move his gaze toward the Filament army, even though he received that report.

"I'm ready for some hitting earlier. But look, look at them. I'm standing up for an earlier attack. Haven't you started to see the shortcomings of a lot of magic principals?

"... when they say?

"They're not magicians. Indeed, if we fought individually versus individually, the magicians would be basically stronger than any other kind of soldier. But not if it's a mass battle. They weigh too much on magic. Not really. That behavior can be sporadic."

"I see. Is it a time lag for magic chanting and tuning"

Illinois, who understands what the commander intends, spins that word with all the groaning.

"Mm-hmm. In our army, which has fewer magic soldiers than they have, we have known its shortcomings from the start and have devised a number of tactics to make up for its time lag. However, they are usually a gathering of magicians who prefer to act individually and have no experience in large-scale combat with other countries. And what's more, they always have to figure out how to match each other's magic. I'm sure these are our chances."

"Indeed… earlier ice walls for defense were also activated only halfway through the idea of their impact on the arrows of the flames"

Compared to the ice walls deployed when arrows were first showered as a preemptive attack, Illinois nods all the time to his satisfaction, realizing that the earlier ones were clearly below both quality and quantity.

"Mm-hmm. I guess I could probably use something other than the magic that each school specializes in. I don't know if this is a far-fetched idea, or if the commander is a highly biased man for every school, but I want to use it as effectively as I can."

"Not at all. Well, they're about to enter the range of our magicians. How will it be done?

"Hehe, it's settled. You'd better cut a new card in a hurry."

When Cisplum smiles slightly at his expression, he seems to be a card game lover and replies that way by analogy to the card.

"Then let the archers prepare for the fourth shot."

"Um, and let our team of magicians be ready to braid their magic at any time. I have to tell you that you're not the only ones who can use magic."

On this day, the first clashes between the Imperial Army and the Magical Duchy ended in an attack at an unsupported distance by calling it an outpost.

The damage on both sides will therefore remain relatively minor and the battle will end on that day.

And it wasn't until the arrival of reinforcements from Imperial Capital led by Second Prince Thor and Secretary of State Padel, who came to the land by force of arms that the battle was to truly begin to move.