Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

The great hall of Lend Castle, which should also be known as the exact centre of the imperial capital.

One man here was on one knee and drooling his head as he stifled his expression and shook his shoulders.

"Lost..."

Rialto, sitting on the throne set in front of him, turns his gaze and exhales at his son, trembling with too many tears of remorse.

In response to Rialto's words, Thor, gathering the gaze of all those in the hall, spoke even more of his own defeat with a trembling voice.

"I'm sorry. I congratulated Secretary Padel... on killing him and surviving where he should have given his life to redeem his defeat."

When he once served as his own military guide and uttered the name of the Secretary of State for Military Affairs in the Empire, the memory of that guidance, which was harsh and loving, was brought back to life, and Thor accidentally clogged his voice.

Having heard his words like that, Rialto dares speak to him in a flat voice when he moves his eyebrows pickly.

"Then it's Thor. The first thing you need to do is apologize for your defeat. Explain to everyone in this room what happened in the earlier battle to avoid wasting Paddell's death."

"Yes... the filament, yes, was braiding defensive magic to counter collective magic"

The moment Thor said so with a distressed look on his face, it was Noyne who had refrained beside the Emperor first to speak out.

"You mean the collective magic broke once again!

"Yes, this battle, we braided our collective magic perfectly, and then headed to the center of the enemy army to unleash the collective magic as a wedge. However, our collective magic was played by a collection of incredible and myriad walls of light braided by enemy forces. And our magic that was played... will it be, Ademilas, to the fortress?"

"Is that what you're saying about the failure of Ademilus... that our collective magic was the direct cause of it?

"... thoughtlessly, you're right. The Castle Fortress Guard and Southern Army were devastated by the damage of collective magic. Most of them were reported dead."

"Most of them died..."

Noyne takes a breath without thinking about Thor's report.

Originally, the development and operation of collective magic was sometimes at his disposal, and he could not go on with the words any further, much of the disappointment that the end of his own previous achievements turned out to be the exact opposite of what he intended.

"Probably been targeted from the beginning. Played Grazen Kugel's orbit is too convenient for them."

Instead of an upset, hidden noise, Rialto adds his comments on Thor's report.

Then Meniguez, the Secretary of the Interior, who had refrained from the emperor's view to the right, uttered his disappointing words as he shook his head left and right.

"I guess. But I didn't know that Gretzen Kugel, who spent so much money on research and knitted it, would be easily prevented."

He was the one who, as Secretary of the Interior, acknowledged the usefulness of collective magic and worked out the enormous research costs along with Noine. Even with him, I can't help but feel disappointed at this end, and I accidentally lean on the spot.

"So, what's the current trend in enemy forces?

Even though his mind remains untouched, Noyne spins words to squeeze it out of his responsibility to be the leader of the military, and asks the Deputy Secretary of Military Affairs, Hopkain, to that effect.

"Ha, the Filament Army is currently marching from the south towards here Lend. We marched slightly slower as we took control of the southern marquis northwards, but we still think we will arrive there within a short distance."

The Filament army was slowly walking toward the trend, taking control of the surrounding aristocratic territories and their private soldiers in order so that they would not be slammed back during the showdown with the Imperial Army.

Noyne, who received that report, whines inadvertently as she shakes her head.

"I don't have time..."

"I have received successive requests for reinforcements from nobles in the south..."

Obviously mouthing the clear content of the answer, Hopcain drops his shoulder before hearing the response.

With such eyes on his tricks, Noyne chewed on his lips while mouthing a reality that everyone understood.

"As things stand, my army does not have enough surplus power to send reinforcements. Originally, it was the southern army that prepared it for this kind of thing."

"I know. I'm sorry to hear that, but we're going to have to make it a wall that will buy them a little time."

That's what Hopcain says as he eats his teeth hard and gives a bitter look.

The thought of the hopcaine was the same for Noyne. But as the leader of the army, he gives his grasp of the status quo precedence over his emotions.

"If we put this battle to rest in victory, I'm sure we'll pay them back this debt thickly. So now let's just focus on defeating filaments. Hopkins, how far have we got personnel?

"The remaining troops left in Wang Du combined with the remnants of the Mage Centered Reinforcements that Master Thor has successfully delivered this time, 30,000. This is combined with Clarice's military personnel and the ranks around Lend, estimated at a maximum of 34,000."

When Hopkins told him the numbers, everything on the spot gave him a sinister look.

Prior to the Clarice invasion, the empire was undoubtedly the strongest nation in the western part of the continent, with its troop strength superior to 80,000. That was now less than half.

And above all, even though on the number they had a numerical advantage over the enemy army, when thoughts arrived at its quality, they had to understand the disadvantages of their own army.

"Thirty-four thousand...? Tough, a magician is usually said to be more than two members of the general army, but the magicians of this enemy soldier are those filaments. If their army is nearly intact... that is, if there are nearly 20,000 left, it is actually equal to 40,000 troops"

"And they're magician subjects, so we need a siege weapon... because there's a tremor destruction spell in filament."

A earthed-shaped filament vibration-breaking spell called a vibration.

Even though there is the difficulty of not being able to activate without attaching directly to the walls of the castle, they understood that the normal battle of the caged castle was difficult, having been destroyed by filaments many times before the fortifications and fences they had built along the border for their existence.

"If only collective magic worked, it would be 40,000, but it would be 80,000 to double, but it wouldn't be hard to win..."

"Don't tell me... now it won't even start to cry"

Noyne shook her head just because it was pointless to assume even here.

That's how silence came to the occasion, when the supreme power on this occasion slowly opened its mouth.

"I don't think we're going to lose fighting them like this. But it is true that our army is at a disadvantage. Then again, I had to move that man."

"Yui Istarz......? But!"

For a long time, Interior Secretary Meniguez knew that the Emperor had done something to that Clarice hero. But while he acknowledges the ability of an exotic named Yui Istarz, he utters a negative voice without dispelling the anxiety that he is another.

But such as his words and actions, as if they did not exist, Rialto turned his gaze straight to Noin.

"Prep takes a few seats off. I'll take care of the rest, Noin."

"Which way, Your Majesty?

Until Noyne got out of the meeting here, the emperor was concerned about where he was headed and asked as he was.

"Not to my beloved daughter. So... na"

Rialto, so mouthed, walks away loosely from the Great Hall without looking back any more.

That's how he's gone, Meniguez has a hypothesis floating in his brain that he accidentally crushes on the spot.

"At Master Miriam's?... No way, Your Majesty!

"... oh. Your Majesty is going to give it to him, my sister."

Noyne, who had grasped Rialto's measures, communicates that fact to the Secretary of the Interior, who cannot hide his surprise.

Meniguez then uttered a negative word or action after clogging the word for a moment.

"Stupid, he's an enemy man. It's from the common people, too!

"Sure enough, Yui's a common man. Except I hated him more than anyone, and he's remarkably capable of changing my mind..."

In the wake of this plot by Rialto, he puts Yui's upset figure in his brain, which would undoubtedly give him a puzzling look.

And he scratched his head slowly, as if his friend's jerk had been photographed, exhaling a deep sigh on the spot.