Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

That's just a hopeless sight.

Tor and the others, who were running straight to the Filament army in the form of chasing collective magic, were to see nature and everyone stop on their feet, shaking in dismay as Ademilus disappeared.

"... oh my god"

"They've invaded our country because they can complete this defense... you know what I mean"

Next to Tor, who remained stunned and as if relieved, Paddell had found the reason for the invasion of the filament in a sight too hard to believe.

"War at this unusual time. No, before that, you said that the Emperor's assassination plot in the Empire the other day itself had this defensive means, but it was a dead one."

"Probably not. It is too risky to plot an assassination of an emperor of another country without being prepared to wage war. They probably painted this painting from that point on until this one."

"... what a nasty thing to do. I mean, that assassination plot was also to the point of saying I would have survived had I been able to kill His Majesty and the head of the Empire, and that it was all under preparation for this battle?

When Thor said so with an expression that couldn't hide his anger, Padel slowly shook his neck vertically as he closed his eyes.

"Probably."

"You mean danced! Our Imperial Army is in Filament!

Gripping his own fist hard, Thor barks. The surrounding bureaucrats accidentally swallowed their sides and pushed silently at the fierce appearance of Thor, who was usually extremely calm and often seen as quiet compared to his brother.

That was how a moment of silence came, but it was further ferocious news that broke that silence.

"Dear Thor! The soldiers stationed at the castle fortress seemed to be unable to escape and no survivors existed because they were preparing to appear in response to Grazen Kugel. And the enemy army is launching an operation for our troops!

Seeing the reporter jump in through that early horse, the one who was on the spot was plunged to the bottom of further disappointment.

"Hi-ha-ha, good sir. It was a great utah, yo. Before death, their tremors, their fears, the suite that you can clearly see even at this distance. Huh, I think I'm gonna drown in pleasure and sleep nicely today, Sa"

Whirla keeps laughing on the spot, holding her own shoulders.

Phileo slowly opens his mouth as he glances at him like that and pulls his cheeks together.

"... Lord Uilla. You may see the fortress as devastated."

"Oh, I can't hear utah from my cock anymore. You can see the scum is gone, sir."

Uilla answers Phileo's question as she twists her body violently, in an intact position holding her shoulders.

"Hmm. If so, after running out of magic, I'm going to smash the little smart guy who was about to attack us for mistakes about what?

"Oh, you've made up your mind around that, Commander Dono. I am, I am... this excitement now, this pleasure, and this overflowing pleasure. I just want to be drowning a little more, yo."

Holding his face with both hands, Uilla begins to roll around the ground less of a joy, and suddenly stops moving, he answers so in bold letters to the ground in the form of looking up at the sky.

"... then intercept reinforcements with our army and Dioram's. Okay, Lord Wirra. I'll take care of the rest of the castle."

"Oh, let me handle it, yo. In case there's any trash scum left, I'll be nice to you, Sa. Here, pokin the neck bone, pokin and ne"

To Fileo's words, Uilla repeatedly laughs with pleasure as she tries to break the doll's neck in front of her body.

Having received that reply, Phileo turns immediately to his own men, taking care not to put his inner emotions on the table, and gives the following instructions.

"All right, then, as I discussed with Lord Uilla. We're going hunting for the idiots who stand there and poke at us. Let the people of Dioram cast the magic of restraint. I told them to stop their feet."

"Ha, right away"

A soldier of Phileo's will immediately leaves the scene and rushes to the point where Dioram's troops are waiting.

"Now, shall we approach them while Dioram does the chores? Perhaps they're magician subjects, and they're out of magic because of the uselessness they used earlier. I mean, he's just a weak soldier. Enjoy the hunt with confidence, everyone!

When he said so to those around him, Phileo turned his fierce gaze toward the imperial reinforcements in confusion.

"Not good. Not good, this is"

"As it stands, we have 12,000 against 20,000 enemy troops. But even at our numerical disadvantage, the magicians at the heart of our unit have already used Grazen Kugel and run out of magic. Just the remaining soldiers, you have to fight them..."

Listening to Padel's voice with a mouthful of circumstance firsthand next door, Thor calmly compares the current filament to his own situation and realizes that his own army is much more disadvantaged.

"It's also possible that the enemy's use of that new magic prevents them from attacking... No, it doesn't seem that way."

A group of mysms dressed in loess apparently head to their own forces to begin their operations, and realise that a herd of blue diorum, located in the rear, begins to braid their magic and enter.

"Right now, there's one unit that doesn't try to take action. I mean, that bunch of dark greens must have knitted up the magic earlier."

"... again this time, do you mean that abominable Mirahoff"

Mouth the name of that house, which seems to have been manipulating the mastermind behind the attempted assassination of the late Emperor, Padel unwittingly shakes his head to the left and right.

"Yeah, of course there would be Dioram's potential, but I think that's more likely as it stands. Anyway, what we need to think about now is what we're going to do, but as things stand, even if we fight from the front, defeat will be imperative."

"Right. Assuming they managed to prevent their offense and our magicians recovered their magic, that's the same with their mysms. It will mean that there will be no victory in this battle at a time when the trump card named Grazen Kugel is sealed. I have to. Let's retreat here."

Staring at Thor's remorseful expression, Paddell advances the retreat.

Hearing that judgment of the Secretary of State, Thor hesitated for a moment, but saw a looming group of loess and he made his decision.

"... ok. Then I will try my lord."

"Your Highness!"

To Tor's unexpected remarks, Paddell voices a protest without getting her hair in.

Soon though, Tor shook his head to the left and right, releasing words in a strong tone that was none other than theirs.

"I need you to hand this army over to my brother and father. Especially only magicians!

"The magician... but you saw their defensive magic earlier, didn't you? Whether our army uses any more collective magic, it will only benefit the enemy."

Frowning at Thor's remarks, Paddell immediately argues with him.

"That may indeed be the case. But all of the enemy forces are magicians, and their individual skill is not comparable to that of our magicians. That's what invades the capital almost intact. Perhaps without collective magic, our nation's victory will surely be elusive. And most importantly... there is one in my country right now."

"That one?... No way!

When Thor remembers to catch on to the words he uttered, Paddell makes a person float behind his brain and attract a look.

"Yeah, Yui Istarz...... if you broke that first collective magic, I'm sure"

"But that man is Clarice's man!

Paddell immediately turns to Thor and raises a negative voice.

But Thor has a nickely grin once, and then in an instant he gets a serious look.

"It's okay. I'm sure my father and brother will hit me in the hand about that. Anyway, no matter what we do now, it is our mission to bring back even one of these soldiers. Get the soldiers together quickly, because I will take responsibility for this battle as a member of the royal family."

The words of the Tor were full of strong readiness.

Shock of defeat and a strong determination to avenge the Sisplams at all. With those sentiments mixed in, he stares at the enemy army out of its sense of responsibility as something that brings him into the royal family.

Having seen such a Thor figure, Paddell revalued the former godson in front of him, who previously considered him slightly poorer than his brother. And with it, he solidifies his readiness to be stronger than Thor, at that point.

"... you don't seem willing to change your readiness. I have to. Excuse me."

"Hey, what..."

Padel instantly takes the back of Tor and wraps his own thick right arm around its neck as it is, then tightens his carotid artery at once to take consciousness away.

"I asked His Royal Highness. After this, I will only lead my direct soldiers and try to stop them as long as I can."

"Secretary...... ok"

Paddell softly deposits Thor's body with the captain of the Kingsguard unit that was being dispatched to escort the prince.

From the look on the face of the Secretary of State at that time, the Kingsguard unit leader realized that he would never meet the person in front of him again.

"Dear Thor, you've been splendid. Compared to Lord Noyne and His Majesty, the line is thin, which this Padel has always misjudged, but that seems to have been a mistake. I'm really, really sorry I can't watch you grow any more."

Paddell slightly dampens his eyes once he finally strokes Thor's hair.

But the next moment, he put his strength on his lips and let a ghost dwell on his expression.

The Edemilus Castle Fortress Attack Battle, known here as the first battle between the Empire and the Magic Principality, closes the curtain.

The empire was later credited with losing General Sisplum and Secretary of State Paddell, who led the army on the southern side, as well as a huge number of soldiers, and was just a complete defeat.

And the battle between the empire and the magical principality will shift its stage to Elmund, which is no longer the tip of the eye and nose of the imperial trendy.