Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Elmund Plains located in the southern part of the Empire City.

Surrounded by forests, yet wide open, this plain is spreading everywhere with blue and lush grass. What the Filament army had seen arriving on such a summer grassy land, it was a large black group spread across the earth.

"Heh heh, did you still choose this place to die?"

Fileo smiled niggardly as he saw a group of blacks forming wide apart beside him.

Then, having heard the word, Medium tries to trace the thought of the Empire as much as he does, and opens his mouth.

"On the number, the Empire has more soldiers. You mean you don't want to make a Ranger."

"Of course, there will be that too. But it could be more of a countermeasure to our magic than that. Either way, as far as my army was concerned, I would have much preferred to be challenged to fight in the Romsiara Valley in front of me... but it would have meant that I gave priority to offense over defense. Either way, fighting in this open place isn't bad for us."

While partially affirming Medium's interpretation, Phileo so praised the empire's placement by weaving his own arguments.

Meanwhile, as if to ignore their strategic theory like that, Uilla, the head of the other three houses, shows her usual pulling laughter as she drips whoever is next to them from the corner of her mouth.

"Hihich, the rubbish scum of the Empire, don't you guys know who you are yet? Is he not here? Kukukukuku, well, I'm a guinea pig, and if I can make you guys have fun killing people, I don't care about anything."

"... Either way, it's an example operation, right?

While frowning at Uilla's words and actions, Medium asks Phileo, after one sigh of sighing.

"Of course, you deserve it. I went out of my way to spend the night in Ademilus, where they were gone. I don't want to make that a waste of operational delay."

"Hyah hyah, I also endure acts contrary to my aesthetics. I can't forgive you, I can't forgive you, but I'll put up with you garbage scum with your lives. Oh, I can see their despair, their fear. Oh Ecstasy!!"

Because of the exhilaration that preceded the battle, Uilla became more high than usual, and the other two couldn't understand half the words he would utter.

But because he has become much more accustomed to a man named Uilla during this war, Phileo politely ignores him and opens his mouth to Medium.

"... I can't believe it, first of all, it's on the street. Lord Medium, as promised, I will borrow your army this time. I ask your Lordship to exercise the same vigilance as last time. Anyway, this is their land. I don't know where he's lurking the ambush."

"I know. You are in command in this battle. [M] Follow the instructions."

"That's exactly what I expected."

the heart of the Imperial Army's chief cabinet headquarters.

Noyne, who was sitting there, laughs contentedly with her eyes at a group of filaments that are approaching.

Hopkain, the deputy military secretary to refrain from such a side, nodded one at the Crown Prince's statement and linguised the sight in front of him.

"Yeah, the order of deep greenery, loess, and flock blue from the right wing of the enemy. It's the same line as the last Aedemiras Castle Fortress attack."

"Hmm, shall we just call it an outpost? Are there enough arrows in the avant-garde?

Noyne asks the deputy secretary in case he dares, understanding the answer that will probably be returned.

"Of course, Your Highness. All generals have already awaited His Highness's decree with thoughts for a thousand autumns."

"Don't rush, Deputy Secretary. Even if you release an arrow at this distance, it will hardly reach the enemy. I don't like waste very much."

"Yes, I understand."

"But we still need to get ready. As soon as the enemy forces are within range, they simultaneously fire arrows at once. It's time for the avant-garde to get ready to shoot...... well. That one!"

When Noin stopped the words where he said so, he did not miss the fact that a magical brilliance had arisen, in enemy formations that seemed far away.

"Enemy magic building… does this distance mean their distance"

"I guess that's what I should call filament. Sounds like the magic range of our army means we shouldn't distance ourselves from our opponents. It's slightly different from the plan but unavoidable. Magic Defenders, build a defensive junction up front! And move the whole army forward a little bit."

"Your Highness. But goodbye."

At the ear of an order spit out of Noin's mouth, Hopkins unwittingly raise his hesitation.

Understanding the meaning of its deputy secretary's voice, Noyne opened her mouth with a bitter laugh but a firm stare at the enemy formation.

"Deputy Secretary, I know what you're trying to say. But there's no way you're going to get killed at this distance. Besides, we can't keep waiting to move on to the second phase of the operation."

"but... no, you're right"

Having heard the Crown Prince's decision, Hopkins, once breathed heavily, braces his belly as well. And I was convinced by Noin's explanation and nodded once.

"Then hurry. Enemy magic is not strange whenever it is ejected. Hurry the defensive wall."

One magical brilliance after another begins to occur in the enemy formation, and Noyne heads to Hopkins as she tongues, giving hasty instructions.

And the command was conveyed early in the arrow succession, and this time the magicians in charge of defensive magic began to braid magical defensive walls in front of their own armies. And when we finally just do the magical expansion, one of our men, who was monitoring enemy soldiers, makes a report toward Noyne.

"Confirm the simultaneous ejection of magic from the enemy army. You will soon reach our army!

"Hurry up and build a defensive wall! And outnumber the enemy's first shot, while advancing all armies at once!

Noyne's instructions with a harsh look echo within the main unit. At the moment that instruction is given, countless magic walls are built on the front of the Imperial Army.

And those defensive walls happened to collide with the magic of filaments, and the explosion sounded all around them.

"Our military's magic defensive wall is almost destroyed. Numerous offensive magic has reached our army from the clearance of the destroyed defensive wall, causing damage!

"I know. Our army is clearly at a disadvantage in the battle at this distance. Come on, move forward as instructed!

Noyne, who receives a status report from his men, orders him to move forward aloud, with a slight rush of color. Hopkins, who had heard the instructions quite a bit, repeated the instructions on top of each other.

"All armies forward. Forward until you capture the enemy within bow range. Forward as much as you can before your enemies braid their magic again!

In a voice full of majesty, Hopkain's decree is unleashed on his men. The Imperial Army under that direction, as soon as that instruction is given, moves the army forward at once.

"Enemy troops, it appears you are preparing the magic of the second stage! It seems that the magic building will begin soon."

"Damn, that's just fast. Mages, prepare to rebuild defensive magic!

Following reports from his men, Noyne turns his gaze back on the enemy army. There is a magic building again, but the late brilliance could be seen there.

"Your Highness... they are still not insulted when it comes to magic"

"Naturally. I've known that since before this battle began. And that's why we move it forward. If we don't disperse the magic of our enemies into defense, our army will be devastated only by attacks from super-range range. Whatever you do, bring the enemy into the range of the Archers."

Noyne, who said so, gives instructions to move his own main unit forward as well.

"Wait, Your Highness. Nothing needs to fit your highness in danger. This is where the battalion will be placed and see the battle of the soldiers."

"Hmm, it's this me and him who are grasping this measure from start to finish. And who's going to lead this Imperial Corps but me?

"But..."

"I appreciate your feelings. But I can't take precise command even if I'm holding back on the guard. And we don't have time to argue here and now. Come on, move forward!

Noyne stares at the tri-colored enemy forces visible in the distance, shaking off the stillness of Hopkins and moving the main formation forward.

And when a bow unit positioned on the front line of the Imperial Army finally captured the filament within range, a section of the enemy army shone in unison.

"Enemy forces, we have begun building the magic of second shots one after the other!

"Mage Squad, build a defensive wall. And, Archers, as soon as you connect the arrows and capture the enemy in range, don't get lost! I don't need accurate shooting. And ignore the amount of arrows left. I'll send you down with the arrow."

Noyne's orders, similar to the scream, echo within the Imperial Army around the main force. When the magic walls were built one after the other in front of the Imperial Army with the word signaled, arrows were released from the front lines of the Empire in unison.

"Hopkins. Send a signal to Captain Morphi's troops." The time has come. Go for the enemy's right wing. "

"Your Highness, isn't it too soon?

Originally, when the Crown Prince utters the name of the leader of the First Division of the Empire, the deputy secretary who receives the order shows confusion at that instruction earlier than planned.

"I know. But you saw the magic of the enemy earlier, right? My army's defensive magic is as good as this. Even if the size of the enemy's offensive magic decreases with the simultaneous shooting of a bow, you are certain to become jilli poor. Of course, risks exist. But we need to move the clock needle forward now. What time do we have to move on?

"... ok. I'll arrange it right away."

"I asked for it. Everything went as expected, and yes, he doesn't always go as far as he thinks. Above all, that's what he said himself. The important thing is to make sure you take back the lead and pull it back into your own stream."

"What do you say, Remeluan?

Phileo runs his gaze toward the deputy of the Mysmus Army, and he explains the situation.

"Ha! Enemy shooting is out of routine. He doesn't even aim properly and seems to be releasing arrows into the dark clouds. However, only a few damage has been done to our army."

"Shit, even though he interrupted the second shot and defended himself thoroughly, did he still suffer damage? Attack is the biggest defense."

"Yes. At the time of our first shooting, we were creating a rupture everywhere on the Imperial defensive wall. Perhaps their magic defenses won't last long."

"Hmm, let the Dioram guys help with the defense..."

Fileo smiles slightly at reports in his favor. However, he spoke of a proposal floating behind his brain in search of further measures to give him a greater advantage.

"I don't think it's a bad idea. But when I do that, the example trick... the situation is in our favor. I was wondering if I needed to be proactive here. Instead, I think there is one way to retreat all armies and back out of enemy range, and be thorough in the battle at super long distances.

Deputy Lemmel Ann has been with Phileo for a long time and while respecting that suggestion in view of his character, insists on maintaining the status quo and safety measures.

Receiving that word, Phileo nods that when he puts his hand on his jaw, it is a reasonable opinion with a rugged look on his face.

"Sure...... yeah. Your words make sense. Well..."

Fileo crushes herself with bumps on the spot, advised by Remeluan. And I tried to make a decision. Exactly that's when the conductors jumped under him.

"Dear Phileo, it's hard!

The soldier, who had rushed in with his breath out, would not ask Phileo to speak, and he would say so.

"What's up, what happened?

If we were to ignore the format, Phileo was up to his throat, reprimanding him for saying the requirements first. But now that he endures that he is in a war and not in such a situation, he asks the soldier what the decree says.

"The Imperial Army... the Imperial Army has suddenly emerged from the right wing."

"What, the right wing? What do you mean? I thought they weren't there!

"It seems that they hid horseback soldiers deep in the forest and kept them down until we came to the land."

"... Shit, I need some small work. But it's enough troops to keep it hidden. Nothing so surprising. Rather, it should mean that the example measures have been achieved. As far as I'm concerned, I thought it would be used to intercept enemy assaults."

When Phileo speaks like that to himself, the conductor who had heard it accidentally raises a voice of doubt at his superior officer.

"Okay, Dear Phileo. Do you want to keep intercepting?

"Oh, tell the right-wing people. Let me prove to you that the strongest Filament is our Mysms!

With that decree, Phileo's instructions instantly passed to the right wing, and "a group of deep greens" set in motion once and for all for the horseback riding squad of the ambush.

At the same time Phileo gave instructions for the interception, at the head of a group rushing to Filament, there was originally the figure of the Morphi Commander who would keep the Imperial First Division.

"Come on, you guys. Almost there. Almost to the enemy's throat. Mixed warfare makes it difficult for them to talk to each other and use magic. And if we get there, we will be able to initiate the ideal White Soldier War in response to the armies of our allies. Whoever stops here is not my soldier!

Morphi looked back and encouraged his men to do so. The morale of his men is irrevocably high in the voice of his trusted captain. And their men, who were in the rear, cried out, as their troops approached the end of their eyes and their noses.

"Captain. It's magic. They're preparing offensive magic!

The moment he heard that subordinate's voice, Morphi raised his gaze slightly from the horse and ran his gaze to the left wing of the enemy. Then the immense magic of flames that is created from the next to the next pops into his sight.

And in the next moment, magic was ejected simultaneously with his troops in mind.

"Right, Captain! Again, this is!

"Mysmh...... they're not Mirahoff. The contents are being replaced by mysms!

Unusual offensive magic that strikes its own troops.

The imminent magic itself spoke of one fact, eloquently.

The contents of a group of dark greens in front of you, that it is not a Mirahov soldier, but a Mysmu soldier who specializes in offensive magic.