Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

"Shit. They're doing bullshit."

Impact enough to sound like an explosion and the whole castle.

Ellenbauer, while indoors, decides that the magic handled by his enemies is a hell of a silo thing, strikes one tongue.

"The Royal Army still seems to be serious about mobilizing magicians who handle so much magic."

Determining that several higher magicians used magic at the same time because of the vibrations that rocked the castle, Kurnelson dared to say so while steaming back earlier conversations.

As soon as possible, blue muscles rose in Ellenbauer's temples.

"Well, let's admit they didn't ignore us. But..."

"Let's get this far. We shouldn't have time to argue with each other here. Different?

Against the fierce Ellenbauer, Kronelson only calmly blocks his words.

Then, even though they were Ellenbauers, they had to immediately understand the situation in which they were placed and acknowledge the correctness of their words.

"Shit, okay. But this time we'll deal with him. Be quiet here so you don't get in the way."

"Yes, yes, we will. Please don't make our turn, Lord Ellenbauer."

With a grin like a bruise, Crunelson tells Ellen Bauer so.

Though he could not hide his frustration with the cramps, Ellenbauer quickly turned back his heel and ran straight out of the room.

"Master Kurnelson, do you mind?

Grisel, who remained in the room, turns to the young superior officer in front of him with some concern.

"Something left to them alone? It's a fight over holding a dignitary hostage, the fight will be over soon. They have their pride, too, and we need to respect them every once in a while. Our aim in the first place is not to win the lead fight with them. Didn't I?

"... you're right"

Grissell thought the superior officer in front of him was more confident than Ellenbauer. Therefore, I always dislike taking pride and other things into account in my opponent's standards of conduct. And that's why Grisel doesn't dare inspire that, he just bows his head.

Meanwhile, Kurnelson, not knowing the inside of such a subordinate, opens his mouth again, laughing sarcastically.

"Perhaps the enemy's aim is to recapture this place before we shield the hostages, but if Ellenbauer makes a move now, he'll make it enough. So let's be a sight to behold at best."

"Will you make it...? Is there any reason you can think of that?

Couldn't hide his anxious look from the giant vibrations earlier, Grisel couldn't understand why Crunelson could afford to laugh.

Turning to him like that, the young superior grins strangely as he hoists the right corner of his mouth.

"Huh, Grisel. Do you remember who built this castle?

"Hey, he said he just got a crack in there while letting his magic just hit him..."

The blast by magic quieted back down, what Malfes saw.

It was the main entrance that could not be completely destroyed, even by magic by Relim.

"Ha-ha-ha... so I told you, seriously, it won't be a problem if you do it. Are you sure you've been reading the material here?

"Absolutely. From internal structures to intervals, I've had it in mind."

In response to Relim's inquiry, Malfez, who was the side who gave her the material, immediately speaks out against it.

But the woman in front of him laughed with her nose.

"Ha, I can't tell by just reading the drawings. What matters is the design idea of this castle. Who do you think built this castle?

"Right, mullah scene!

In response to that remark by Relim, Malfes finally understood what she intended.

The castle was originally designed by Muracene, a magician, to focus enemy progression on a frontal point.

Naturally, therefore, the main entrance had been subjected to strict magic measures.

Malfes, of course, grasps the drawings of the inner structure of this castle.

But it was created only after the death of the Murasene by the surveyors of the King's capital when they took over the castle. There was no material or construction method on the paper, and his reaction was impossible.

Meanwhile, Lerim's title, formerly as chief magician of the court, was Professor of Magic at the Royal University.

That means she's an educator, but also a researcher. She was therefore giving adequate consideration to the drawings obtained and the presence of the designers of this castle, without any involvement in any administrative work on the march of the army. And the conclusion she came to is that more than enough magic measures have been taken by Murasene.

"I've handed down the first shot, but I barely even had a crack in it. If you were an old man, you wouldn't have been distracted by my magical flair and realized that. Aren't you getting a little old to call yourself a general or something?

Lerim says so with a sarcastic grin on his face.

Then, after tough allegations, Malfes shrugged his shoulders gently.

"Shit, well it's wild to argue with words... so let's just say it shows in action instead. That I'm still active!

When he tells Lerim so, he rushes straight out to the front.

Beyond him, there were soldiers under Ellenbauer who were in a hurry that the castle gate would collapse if any more magic were unleashed.

"General, please wait!

Colton, who serves as Kingsguard Staff, rushes to the back of Malfest, who rushes out to enemy soldiers to speak out for deterrence.

But the words returned over his back were such a strong tightening of his stomach.

"You want the temper to get out in front of me, not stop it, Colton!

Malfes increasingly accelerates its speed when he says so without hesitation.

He then waves his own sword down in the face of the leading enemy soldier intercepted from the castle.

"That's sweet!

Releasing a tearing mood as if to control the enemy's advance, Malfes broke the first soldier under one sword.

And keep pulling your right leg and half-body.

Then an enemy soldier's spear passed where his right half existed until earlier.

"Become..."

From behind the leading man, the soldier, who unleashed a spear to poke a blind spot, opens his eyes to surprise that he was lightly dodged.

But his consciousness was turned down by the sword of Malfes, by the way.

"... what do you say! Am I still fading, too?

"What's wrong with just the two of us? Malfez, get out of the way. Tourbillon!"

In response to Malfes, who has turned his words with a proud expression, Relim unleashes a bunch of wind knitted against his back with a delightful grin.

"Oops, not you at all"

From his experience when he fought shoulder to shoulder in the resistance, Malfez expected that he could unleash magic in a way that involved him. That's why he steps backwards diagonally with a bitter smile.

And at the next moment, the enemy soldiers, who had no idea that magic would be used for positioning with allies, were bounced away by the magic knitted by Relim.

"Hmm. Apparently, your arms aren't rusty enough."

With his own magically avoided malfest in his eyes, Lerim gives no evil expression at all and speaks so.

"Naturally. Your arm, your taste. It stays that way until I get involved with my allies and try to shoot them. But now that I'm mentoring students, I really suffer from understanding. I have sincere sympathy for your students."

"Yes, I have a lot to say, you are."

In response to Malfez's remarks, Relim points slightly at his mouth.

Laughing nostalgically at her for such a bare gesture, Malfes turned that gaze towards the enemy soldiers.

"Well, I guess you've been a little cautious. This is going to buy us some time."

When he says so, Malfes re-grips his own sword.

And he glanced at the soldiers, asking how they were doing at the main entrance.

"Doctor!"

A second explosion that echoes around you.

While hiding it in the shade of a tree, Fermu, now or now, waits, turning to Ain, who is bringing it to the next tree, to speak.

"He said he would signal twice, including the meaning of attracting the enemy's eyes, but this sound at this distance... what the hell kind of magic did she use,"

Ein exhales a deep sigh as he shakes his neck to the left and right as he shudders.

He turns to him like that, and although he wonders how to speak up, Fermu urges him just because he can't be guzzled.

"And anyway, Doctor. Let's hurry!

"Right. Time is a battle from here, and let's move."

Ein nods twice as he scratches his head, slowly representing himself in the moonlight as he explores the signs around him.

"Hmm, apparently their eyes were completely turned to the noise on the other side."

Ein sees that the enemy soldiers, who had been looking around the walls behind the castle in turn until earlier, disappeared completely.

However, with only around a hundred soldiers, he saw it from its blueprints that it was still difficult to keep an eye on surveillance throughout this castle. In other words, no matter how good a castle is as a defensive base, a large number of deadly blind spots are created, regardless of the number of operational personnel.

That is why Ain aimed not at the structural problems of the castle, but at the gaps created by the defenders themselves in the operation of the castle, which had its high defensive capacity.

"Well, Mr. Ferm. Finally, it's time to show the fruits of instruction."

As Ain hoisted slightly up the right corner of his mouth, he slowly looked back.

"Doctor... Aren't you really going to swim across this water dig?

Unable to hide his anxiety, Fermu asks Ain to push his guard.

Ain then grinned bitterly, denying the inquiry.

"Swimming? Unfortunately, I don't really like manual labor. I don't know if you want to do such a rough thing. Number one, if you swim to the castle, how are you going to climb that vertical wall?

"It's..."

In response to that Ein inquiry, Fermu mumbles unexpectedly.

A wall that stands perpendicular, as if standing apart from the water.

That surface was completely irregular so as not to allow enemy incursions easily, and from this distance he had to know too that it was not easy to climb.

"Ma, if you say you like swimming and climbing walls, I won't stop you. But from the point of view of time, I wonder if you'd like me to stop it for a second. So did you bring the spear?

"Yes, over here"

Asked by Ein, Fermu takes out one unobtrusive spear that was wrapped in a bag.

"Well, shall we start the operation soon?"

"Let it be, Doctor. I did learn that magic from Dr. Lerim. But I can't let you get to the walls from here."

"Yeah, I know. Even if she's in charge here, it's a little impossible."

From the experience of once confronting each other twice, Ein had grasped Relim's magical splendour and its limitations.

Therefore, it lightly affirms Fermu's suspicions.

"Then why?

"Ha, you'll see when you try."

Whereas Ferm asks with a crease between his eyebrows, Ain urges him to execute in a mild tone.

"I don't care if they tell me to try."

"It's okay. I'll take care of it. So come on, hurry up, hurry up."

"Ha..."

Ferm couldn't hide the confusion while Ain said it was perfectly possible to say what seemed very impracticable.

Ain't pounding his shoulder like that.

Warmer and stronger hands than it looks.

The silent trust of the brunette man in front of him passed from his hand to the ferm.

That's why the silver-haired young man takes a big, deep breath once.

And he confirmed in that brain the identity of the man in front of him and cemented his resolve on it.

"Okay. Okay, let's go."

Ferm closes its eyes and concentrates all nerves on both palms holding the nerves spears.

And when I knitted up the image of the magic present in him slowly moving his hand into the spear, I spoke of the activated spell.

"Asier!"

Added magic once knitted by Relim, the chief court magician of this country, to make his favorite shortsword variable during battle.

The moment that the spell was emitted over the mouth of his godson, the spear that was in the hands of the young man stretched rapidly, more than twice as long as it had originally been.

"Yeah, that's great. Not as good as her, of course, but enough."

"But, Doctor. That's the limit for me..."

To maintain his magic, Fermu, who continues to infuse himself with magic, sweats on his forehead and says so.

"Oh, thank you. Just for a little while, just keep it that way."

One snorted satisfactorily Ain starts exploring something when he suddenly puts his hand in his own pocket.

"Um, it's definitely in here... oh, there it is"

Ain squeezes the little crimson crystal he took out of his pocket. And once he exhaled loudly, he erased the grin from that look earlier.

"It's the first time in practice... but as long as we limit the subject to matter, it shouldn't be a problem"

"Doctor? Did you say something?

"No, I'm just talking to myself. Listen to me for a while now."

Yes, Ain said, he drops his gaze on the crimson crystal in his hand.

"Material Code Access...... Power Liberation"

An unintelligible chant spinning from Ein's mouth.

Having heard it, Fermu saw the impossible sight in its eyes.

The tiny crimson crystal in Ein's hand gradually transforms into just a transparent crystal when he wonders if it emitted a strong, momentary glow. And with it, there was so much magic all around Ain's body that it could be felt on his skin.

With a ferm in its eyes that cannot hide its surprise, Ain, covered in magic, laughs thinly. And when he nodded one at the youth, he began spinning one spell out of his mouth again.

"Magic Code Access"

The moment that powerful word is uttered from Ain's mouth, Fermu shudders.

He now remembered at this moment a feeling he had never felt before in his life.

The feeling of a tremendous amount of magic flowing through his entire body into the spear in his hands.

"Let it go, Doctor!

To a feeling he has never experienced, Ferm does not hesitate, but turns to Ain for help.

"Don't worry about it. There's just a little more magic to deal with. What I do is just bridge and fine tune. All roots are in your magic. [M] So concentrate, Ferm."

"But such a vast amount of magic is very much to me!

"It's okay, you can do it. That's why Mr. Relim accepted you, and the dean and Kyle recommended you to me. Calm your mind and imagine. Imagine a spear stretching through heaven from your hand."

The eye of Ain so mouthed was the seriousness that the youth saw for the first time.

With that look in his eyes, Fermu recalls the words of Relim.

That I was chosen as the godson of a hero named Ein.

At that moment, when Ferm devours his teeth, he nods back towards Ain.

Ain realized from his powerful gaze that Fermu was ready.

So without daring to take away the magic control, Ein finishes spinning the spell that will be the key, leaving the magic control to the Ferm.

"Crack!"

Full of magic rapidly rushes through Fermu's body and simultaneously flows to the spear in his hands.

"Ugh... oh my god, here we go!

When Fermu closes his eyes and focuses all his nerves on the point of magical control, he summons the knowledge and sensations gained so far to restore the power flowing through to the magical formula.

Perhaps it would have been extremely slight in time.

For Ferm, however, that time was precisely a moment that could be felt every minute or hour.

"Fermu, open your eyes."

A gentle, yet gentle voice of Ain.

Fermu, hearing it, slowly opens his eyes.

And the next moment, he saw a stunning sight in his eyes.

"Ko, is this!?"

A single spear infused with enormous amounts of magic. As it stretched from his hand to the castle of Millenberg, it was still penetrating deep into the walls.