Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

The battle against filaments became an adhesive Ademilus castle fortress.

One shadow walks through the roof of that castle fortress, which is still filled with morning mist.

"Ha, ha... General, General Sisplum!

Despite the early morning, his deputy, Illinois, rushed in with all his might, letting his breath out, under Cisplum, who was alert to the enemy forces with a harsh look on his face.

"What's wrong, Illinois, let me cut my breath so much. So far, there's no sign of an attack on the enemy."

"No, I'm not talking about the enemy. Reinforcements... Yes, reinforcements have arrived!

Illinois reports to his excitement as he lets his breath out, against the cisplum he has been asking with his neck tilted.

Cisplum's reaction to that Illinois report was just dramatic.

"Is that true!

An eye-opening cisplum slightly takes his gaze off the enemy army, which began to show slight signs of movement, almost at the same time as its report. And as it was, he looked seriously at Illinois' face.

"Yes! According to the earlier reports of the Herald, reinforcements led by Prince Thor and Secretary Padel appear to launch the attack immediately as soon as they contain the enemy forces within range!

When Illinois says so, he refers to the shadow as it moves to the eastern side of Ademilus.

Turning his gaze in that indicated direction, Sisplum did find reinforcements there, although only blurred and small due to the distances and the effects of morning fog.

"From the original reinforcement plan from Imperial Capital, I thought we'd have to hold out for a few more days alone... No, that's right, Your Highness Noin. I didn't expect you to organize and dispatch reinforcements so quickly, despite the fact that Filament came earlier than expected."

"Yes, this will change the situation"

"Um, you're right. Of course, it's forbidden to go ahead, but we shouldn't miss this opportunity."

In response to Illinois' remarks, he nods loudly as he admonishes himself to return to a harsh face, yet feels the same.

"We will now assemble the soldiers as soon as possible so that they can move to counter-attack operations at any time."

"Oh, I left it to you. We must be ready in a hurry so that we can enter the Filament army in front of us. Poke all at once where the filament was confused by the magic of the example of allied reinforcements, in conjunction with them. This is the backbone of our strategy in this fight."

Defense plan planned in advance within the Imperial Army.

Among them, in the proposed operation with collective magic at its core, speedy and secure subsequent stuffing was regarded as the key to victory.

Therefore, upon the arrival of allied reinforcements, Cisplum gives instructions to Illinois in order to prepare the next hand.

Illinois then also returns a reply from this glued situation as he paints an impending bright future behind his brain and even laughs.

"Ha, immediately. We'll arrange it immediately!

"Mm-hmm. When I strike out of this fortress, I direct myself. All right, everybody, get ready for battle!

Cisplum turns to the soldiers around him, including Illinois, and when he declares so that he is strongly aware of the victory, he receives a cheering reply from the soldiers.

Hearing that voice, Cisplum nodded loudly as he deepened the wrinkles between his eyebrows, as he was ready.

Fifteen thousand reinforcements were rushed to form and dispatch rapidly in response to reports of filament invasion at unexpected times.

Although it was believed that the Edemilus Castle Fortress would not fall easily, the entire reinforcements had sent out nearly 3,000 deserters to arrive in considerable numbers of forcible forces.

And although the colour of fatigue could not be concealed, Prince Thor, the commander of the reinforcements, reassures him that he was able to arrive before the situation of the fall of Aedemiras.

"Phew, did you manage to make it? I thought you were okay with General Sisplum, but you're relieved."

"Yeah, you're absolutely right. But Dear Thor, we haven't been able to accomplish anything yet. This is where it's finally coming from."

Paddell, the deputy commander of this reinforcement and the secretary of military affairs who actually brings the troops together, is embarrassed to affirm Thor's remarks but also to be cautious.

Thor nodded one with a slightly bitter grin at the words of a ghost instructor who once served as his own educator.

"I know, sir. We didn't come here for a pleasant hike. So, what do we do? May I take a break here once, and then in the form of operational action?

"Right. We have also sent out quite a few deserters in this forcible army. The first thing you need to do is make sure the fortress is safe, and let's take a breather. Then move the troops to the sides of the enemy forces as they should. I'm sure that's all right."

In response to Thor's confirmation, Paddell recommends it without breaking his harsh expression. But there was no time for rest for them to rush so far in the forcible army.

"Dear Thor, Dear Padel. Earlier, an advance unit discovered the enemy's repulsion."

"... so the eyes of the enemy could be crushed properly?

Tor asks so in a sigh of sighing at the unsavory reports from the transmitters who have rushed to them. And the reports returned by that soldier were undesirable, as Thor predicted.

"That's … after confirming the enemy soldiers, we tracked them down as soon as possible, but they were intercepted in reverse by the magic of the enemy soldiers."

"They knew all the soldiers were magicians and their personal abilities were superior, but I didn't know they'd fit in for payback after they missed the scouts..."

Paddell, secretary of military affairs, unwittingly shakes his head to the left and right to close his eyes on the incompetent reports of his own army.

"We've rushed so far in the forcible army, it's inevitable, sir. More than that, now the presence of our army is known to our enemies. Then we should also interpret our behavior options as narrowing naturally."

"Yes, the reinforcements brought in from this imperial capital are troops that have been sorted and brought in for one purpose. In the unlikely event that the enemy forces perceive it and rush this way to create a state of confusion, there will be no ex or child. It's hard to say that this is a desirable situation, but let's say we deploy our troops as soon as possible and strike a pre-emptive blow to the enemy forces."

When Padel suggests so with a reluctant look on his face, Tor is prepared to have no choice and affirms the suggestion.

"Right. Then let's get this operation started. Initially, the plan was to make a major detour on the side of the enemy forces and to deploy troops loosely, which would seem difficult in this situation. So knit collective magic promptly when we capture enemy forces within our magical range. Is that okay?"

"I guess that's the only way. Dear Thor, I will contact the magicians as soon as possible."

One nod in Thor's words, Padel, turns to the chiefs who are solidifying his surroundings and tells them to prepare for the Mage Squad.

And while paying attention to the enemy's trends, they slowly moved the army forward and finally put the Filament army in its range, which is predicted to have probably just received reports of scouts and not yet been able to respond adequately.

"His Highness Thor. The enemy military hub is within range. Grazen Kugel, you can always create it if you want."

Terrajim, under the command of the magicians of this reinforcement and entrusted with the operation of collective magic in one hand, reports so with a slightly nervous face, turns his sharp gaze to the enemy army.

"Thank you. But I guess it's about time we got a report of our presence, but the enemy army hasn't seen it scatter yet,"

Upon learning of the presence of reinforcements from the Imperial Capital, Thor thought that the currently dense Filament army would scatter its troops once and for all in order to minimize the damage of collective magic.

However, Tor tilts his neck slightly uncomfortable, as no such movement is allowed in the Filament army and he still maintains a dense formation.

"Right. Hmm...... well they are a gathering of three houses. I don't know how much of a national army you have, but you may still be obstructing the transmission of information."

"I see, because collaboration would certainly be the biggest problem with filaments. If so, that means now would be a good time. I think we should aim for enemy forces before instructions reach all of their forces. Secretary, how are you preparing for the infantry and horseback riders to enter?

Turning to Padel, Thor asked, and he received a powerful reply.

"Of course you can go in at any time. All you have to do is ask for Tor's instructions."

"All right, let's just say we have our magic to teach Filament that their magic is already out of date."

When Thor declares so exalted as to increase the morale of the soldiers, the instructed Terrajim heads under his own command of the magicians.

And then he slowly looked around at all the magicians he could see, and once he showed them a nod, he cut off the tantrum of the collective magic chant that would be their trump card.

"Graetzen Kugel"

"" Grazen Kugel!

When they receive the voice of Terrazim, the magicians under their command simultaneously concentrate their spirit and braid their spells.

And when a small glowing sphere of light appeared over their heads, gradually the sphere began to expand, enlarging into a sphere of sun-like, high-temperature light that illuminated their surroundings brilliantly.

"Let go!"

With the bulge of the sphere enlarged to the maximum diameter that could be controlled by current personnel, and convinced of the magical success and completion, Terrazim shouts so with an all-out voice, unleashing collective magic.

As the decree was released, the gigantic sphere of light over his head slowly began to accelerate, and began to walk straight away.

"Okay, then we go on too. Launch all military advances. Target, Filament Army!

Confirming that Gretzen Kugel passed over his own head, Paddell looks back and looks over at all the armies he brought with him this time. And he gave instructions to all his armies to go after that sphere.

That's how the Reich reinforcements begin to advance in unison, chasing collective magic. While their expressions were tight, everyone of them was convinced that the trajectory of collective magic drawing was a flower path to victory, and they could not hide their exhilaration against victory.

When the sun slowly began to rise and the morning mist slowly began to clear, it was clear within its sight that a huge sphere of light, also glowing brilliantly from the position of the filament, was gradually beginning to expand.

And while receiving reports from the scouts that imperial army reinforcements had already arrived, Phileo, who dared not scatter the entire army, smiles sarcastically.

"Hmm, the reinforcements have begun to prepare with the scarecrow... but like one of the fools remembered, I didn't expect to braid the collective magic"

"Kyokyo, collective magic. Yes, collective magic. With such busy magic, it's completely hard to try to kill my guinea pigs. Hugh, that sin deserves all death yo"

When you point to the collective magic completed with a shabby index finger, it is clearly more than three levels of tension than the surrounding area, and that's what Vira speaks of.

"Oh, I can't believe they already think a seed cracked operation would work, and they don't have enough brains either. Lord Uilla, teach those idiots that it's not just Yui Istarz of Clarice who can break the collective magic."

With a huge sphere slowly beginning to head towards his own army, and beneath it capturing a black Imperial Army reinforcement in its sight, Fileo turns to Vira, who continues to squeeze his fingers next door with joy on his face.

"Uhihihihihihihi, of course, yo. I just think of the moment when Carrera understands how half the magic of Carrera will lead to the end, and really, really delightful da. Oh, their despair... yes, despair is Miel. He's singing to me to kill him fast, Carrera's Zetsubo sas. Come on, utah utah. Santo Especho utah, sir."

Uilla, the head of the Mirahoff family and deputy commander of this expedition, pulls and laughs in an upbeat mood as she flies around less saliva of excitement. And when a distorted grin turned to Phileo, he nodded once, hesitantly but cocklessly.

"Oh... I'll take care of it, Lord Wirra"

"Hihihi Dagger. Un, un, I'll take care of it, e! So, my cute guinea pigs, are you ready, Na?

Uilla, slightly drawn to Phileo's words, looks back at her own men in the rear, with a nitrous grin sticking to her face.

Then the soldiers, dressed in his men's dark green robes, take the stand in unison under the words of Uilla with no expression.

"Hyah Hyah, Yiyo, Yiyo. Then I'll give you a utah. Holy Utah. Holy Mirror Utah. Santo Especho!"

Whirla, who made madness stick to her face, speaks a spell out loud against the sky. And his men cast spells in unison so that they could follow the voice without getting into their hair.

"" Santo Especho!

The magic once dived into the heart of the Empire and was used by Zeliam when he targeted the coup.

However, that spell, which was cast simultaneously, produces something with a different dimension than that previously created by Zeliam alone.

It is a small wall of light, one by one, but countless magic was arranged without gaps, as if what should also be called a giant single mirror of light appeared before them.

Convinced that the satisfying magic had been knitted, Whirla hoisted the right corner of her mouth and smiled.

It was a miserable sight that, no more precisely, he would find beautiful, expected to unfold before him, but a late laugh.

Aedemiras' Imperial Army, which saw collective magic braided over reinforcements, was in a position to strike out the fortress as originally planned, under the direction of Cisplum.

"General, we're ready. You can always go out as soon as you have instructions."

"Um, finally. I've been having a decent interaction with the Filaments, but I guess this is the end of the story."

Sisplum, who received Illinois' report, nods one satisfactorily.

"Yeah. But the guys, too, will be in a hurry by now. You were going to disrupt our intelligence network and prevent collective magic from a temporal and distance perspective, but you took a sweet look at the future emperor of our country. Well, if we knew our reinforcements would arrive so soon, they would have tried to attack this fortress sooner too."

"Collective magic containment by time and distance......"

Sysplum, who remembers a slight hook in what Illinois said, suddenly shuts up and stops on the spot with his hand on his chin.

Seeing him like that, Illinois asked Sisplum with a question mark on his face.

"May I help you? Something to worry about."

"No, if I had assumed such containment, I would have already been on the force offense. Nonetheless, they have ended up in a ranged battle with us so far. Don't you think that's odd?

"Sure, that could be it. But wouldn't that still be the case if our reinforcements' visits exceeded their predictions? Now the enemy doesn't see much of a spread of agitation either. It must have been completely unexpected."

"Hmm. If it's just a struggle to get over...... wait. What's that?

"Is that it? What does that mean?

Illinois, who had his gaze on Cisplum's face, became a Kyotong expression, not knowing the meaning of the word.

Then, as he pointed out to him like that, Cisplum pointed to the front of the Filament army.

"In front of the Filament Army, something dazzling is appearing there. Mirror...... no, wall of light?

For a moment, Sisplum felt that a mirror or something was being created there and that the sun's light was being reflected. But it soon emerged, understanding that it was something that emitted light on its own, and from its shape he describes it as a wall.

Illinon, who later realized its existence, opened his eyes and expressed concern about its existence.

"Hey, what is that? of filaments... What do you mean by defensive magic?

I don't know.

A phenomenon I've never even seen, or magically, Cisplum shakes his neck to the left or right.

"I've never seen such magic. But if it's magic, is that what you're going to do when you prevent our collective magic with that thin, single-piece defensive magic? If so, it would be too stupid."

Illinois mocks the thinness that the created wall of light of the filament can clearly see its very thin cross section when viewed from the Aedemiras fortress and can be described as unreliable.

But Cisplum, standing next to him, noticed not the thinness of its walls, but the angle between the walls and the Ademilus, if more precisely, the collective magic freed from reinforcements and the angle at which its walls and the Ademilus triangle weave, so a damning alarm sounds behind its brain.

"If that wasn't created just to prevent... yes, I wouldn't. Evacuate!

"What? General. What the hell?

Suddenly, surprised by the unexpected sisplum, Illinois turns to him and asks him what it means.

"Normally, if you're going to braid defensive junctions, it should form perpendicular to the front of your own army. But that wall is obviously built diagonally with intent. Damn, that's what they didn't bother to do to Ademilus until today."

"What are you talking about, General?

"We were dutifully put on board during their operation. Anyway, now you can think of nothing. Everybody, get out of this fortress!

"I don't know what that means. Gathering magic strikes them straight. Now it's time to attack -"

Turning to Cisplum, who suddenly instructed him to be completely different from the original draft operation, he gives his mouth a seemingly surprising look to Illinois.

But just before he spinned the word to the end, Grazen Kugel and Santo Espekho at the end of their gaze, so huge a sphere of light and a huge wall of light came into contact.

And at the next moment, the sphere of light suddenly changes its direction of travel to a clearly different orbit than before.

At the end of that trajectory existed the Edemilus castle fortress, where the Illinois were located.

"Then, stupid. Why, why!

Illinois can't believe what happened in front of him and solidifies on the spot with a scream. That was also true of the other soldiers belonging to the Edemilus castle fortress.

"Fool, if you have time to scream, get out of here now. Just a little bit, don't run away from this!

"Mm, I can't. Direct hit, I'm coming!

Sisplum's fury is also vain, and a sphere of immense light large enough to envelop them as a whole approaches the castle fortress with no change of speed at all, swallowing the soldiers wrapped in amazement and despair, while striking straight at the Aedemiras castle fortress.

Thus the proud fortress of the Empire disappeared from this earth in only a moment, but also by the magic of its allies.