Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

A brunette walked through the deep woods.

Only a slight leak of moonlight from among the trees lights slightly the path he walks.

Behind such a dark forest, all of a sudden he stopped on that leg when he got an unexpected look on his face.

"Oh?"

Ahead of his gaze.

There existed an old hall that was now familiar to him.

Just something obviously different from normal. It was that the lights in the room had leaked slightly from the window of the hall that was supposed to be deserted.

For a moment, a man learns bewilderment.

But when he concluded that it was not obvious to think on this occasion, he walked again with his head on.

"I'm home."

Slowly pushing open the entrance door, he dares to speak out of his mind as he hands on the knife on his hips.

Then a cold voice was returned to him.

"You're late."

"Oh... was that you"

The dark-haired man smiles bitterly as he sits on a couch in the middle of a scattered front hall, with a dark-haired woman gracefully drinking tea in his eyes.

"I thought you were coming to get this, so I waited here."

When the little woman says so, she throws the leather bag she had in her hand over a dark-haired man.

"Ha, prospect"

When he takes a slightly weighted leather bag with one hand, the man slowly opens that leather bag.

And I took out the four red crystals that were inside.

"In the end, six things could be created...? Greed, I just wanted to make two or three more."

"If you had done some more serious extraction work, I think you could have made it?

After a sighing remark of a dark-haired man, the woman in front of her returns her words slightly shuddered.

"Unfortunately, all the demon stones brought in have been used up. You can't torture Clary any more."

"If you think of him, I don't think you should have wasted it on him to that extent. I don't care how much it cost, it was a shard."

With that mouth, the woman turns her sharp gaze towards the dark-haired man.

The man, shaped to receive that gaze, let him gently shrug his shoulders.

"What, did you know? Well, it's a test. A combination of educational purposes…"

"I don't think we should go too deep... well fine. I really need to tell you something more than that."

"What?

The brunette man becomes a slightly more serious look and waits for the woman's words in front of him.

Then she distorted her mouth just a few poles, and one dissatisfaction.

"This tea isn't delicious...... at least think about the waiting person and leave about some better tea leaves"

Kreha's joke-believed words that I don't speak of in rare things.

The moment he hears it, the brunette man laughs.

"Ha, I see. I'm sorry about that. Instead, how about some coffee? Because I keep what I recommend."

"Fine. Such a dark, cloudy drink."

"Oh, that's tough. I don't think it's gonna change that much."

Although he is a coffee lover, the relatively less committed brunette mouths so with his hands spread left and right.

Then the woman in front of her shook her head slightly to the left and right.

"It's sad you don't know what's going on."

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your expectations."

The stared brunette mouths an apology as she scratches her head.

Then the little woman gave a disgruntled look.

"Is that all you have to apologize for?

"No, but if you're dealing with someone, I know too much. What the hell can I apologize for..."

"It's about kisletin."

That was a pitiful voice like a polished blade.

Even the dark-haired man, who is reputed to be relatively diagrammatically thick, smiles lightly and bitterly as he weakens when he realizes the anger hidden in her words.

"I'm sorry about that. Honestly, I don't mind until I select a tracker. My carelessness. I'm sorry."

"If you're sorry, do something about that half-laughter face. But to be honest, I was just a little stuck with the investigation, so it was even at the time of the cut."

When Kreha said so, she slightly distracted herself.

Meanwhile, the brunette puts her hand on her chin and asks her.

"I was stuck...? Didn't you see their tail?

"The right way to describe the tail is the extent to which it's hidden. It's possible they're lurking in that country. But it's only a possibility."

The dark-haired man placed almost full confidence in the woman's investigative powers in front of him. Even such a girlfriend received no conclusive evidence and the man had to roar unexpectedly.

"Even you can't..."

"The person you can never tell by the way you look. Honestly, you're doing great with your normal findings. But..."

"But?"

The man who remembers to be hooked on Kreha's word butt repeats the word.

Then the brunette opened her mouth slowly, though lost.

"There's only one person, there's only one person caught."

"Who, who's the one who gets caught?

"Kettis Esteheim"

The name of the person spinning from the mouth of Kreha.

The moment he hears it, the man accidentally swallows the spit that was in his mouth.

"Kettis... no way on the united religious front"

"Yep. Take the head of the united religious front, now Minister of Military Affairs Kisletin"

"... he's bigger than I thought."

The brunette scratched his head twice, slightly biting his lower lip.

Turning to him like that, Kreha mouths the information he can gather.

"This Kettis, but he was just a warm priest until fifteen years ago. One day, all of a sudden, he says he's been revealed by God, and he starts his political activities."

"And you said you took over the front faction?

"The Unitarian Religious Front itself, originally seemed like a moderate mutual aid association of the Cremea Church. That Kettis is a rapidly growing actor by bringing unexplained funds to such a moderate organization and appealing for unity against discrimination and persecution of the minority, Kremeans."

Yes, Kreha explained, containing the cooled out tea in her mouth. And because of its unpleasant bitterness, it distorts the expression.

The brunette opened her mouth, grinning bitterly at her reaction like that.

"I mean, after God's revelation, he suddenly turned into a hot-armed politician."

"Of course, this is what people who have been on his side for a long time. He looks like Kettis, but it's like he's just someone else in there..."

"Hmm. Of course, such qualities may have been hidden in Mr. Kettis, a warm pastor. But fifteen years ago..."

Fifteen years ago, that was the year he was to have a permanent breakup with his parents.

And it was also the year he began to speak of the most famous names in the western part of the continent today.

"Don't you think it's too much of a coincidence?

"... Speaking of which, it was fifteen years ago that Uyla Mirahoff last came into contact with Murasene."

After last year's battle between the Magic Principality and the Empire, a fact we learned in the course of chasing the footsteps of Uilla, although it was limited information.

Based on the unanimity of these events, the brunette shakes his head slightly and opens his mouth again.

"I just want to laugh it off that it would happen...... I guess we should still see the sown seeds sprouting"

"So, what are you going to do? Can we swim for a while now?

"No, I decide to head to Kisletin. The king of a certain country asked me to accompany him on his journey."

"Trouble again..."

With a slightly shuddered mouthfeel, Kreha said so.

But the dark-haired man shakes his head to the left and right once small.

"But this is a chance. I'm sorry I took the form of using him, but you'll get a chance to make direct contact with Mr. Kettis."

"I disagree. It's too risky."

Clearly, and with certainty, Kreha turned to the man in front of him and told him so.

But when the dark-haired man laughs thinly, he opens his mouth to deceit.

"It's okay. If I have to, I'm gonna run away from Kisletin."

"I can't. You, something sweeter to others than you think. I'm sure you'll be desperate to babysit and you won't be able to escape."

"... I'll be ready then."

"Yui!"

its name, sealed and of special significance in the western part of the continent.

Called by that name that even feels nostalgic, the brunette gives a troubled look.

But he never changed his opinion.

"Kreha, I know your worries. But you can't have Rhindle and that country over here. Besides, I already promised Kyle. I'm sorry, but Ein Gotch, the king's temporary escort, has decided to head to Kisletin."

The words of a dark-haired man with a strong will who seems sorry, but doesn't flirt with it.

The moment he heard it, Kreha learned to shudder at the same time as he gave up.

"You're still going to be by that name."

"That's the name you called me, and you can't just walk in from the front with dignity."

"Really, really you have no choice...... ok. But I'm coming with you."

That the man in front of me would not change his own will, which she was the only one who knew more than anyone else. That's why Kreha exhales a small sigh. And with an unsatisfactory look on his face, he poked at the shaky exchange conditions.

But when he hears the words, the dark-haired man scratches his nose head slightly out of sight.

"Oh, that's it. Actually, I have another favor for you."

"... I don't want to hear it"

Clear rejection.

The voice spreads to the front lobby, and the man overlaps words with a weakened look.

"Please, Kreha"

"I don't like it. There's nothing wrong with you when you look like that."

The man in front of her has been her longest relationship since she was raw. That is why she affirms so with almost certainty.

"You're the only one I can ask for..."

Choosing the words, the man tells that to Cleja.

Slight silence.

What broke after that, as usual, was a small woman with dark hair.

"Ha... someone in real trouble. You can't help it, I'll just ask you. Say it."

"Thank you. Actually, on my behalf, there's someone I'd like you to meet. Would you look at this?

When the dark-haired man says so, he hands her a single letter.

The moment she saw the text and the person she was offering, she was unintentionally stunned.

"This is... ridiculous. Are you crazy?"

"Sanity and sanity. You can't blow a bubble in that big country without at least this much."

The man smiles bitterly and answers that to her.

The moment I heard what he said and did, there was a resurgence in her brain of one night's interaction three years ago.

"Once upon a time, you jumped outside the board to take on the Emperor of the Empire. But this is tantamount to flipping a plate surface. You are really... crazy."

"Hehe, that's the best compliment I've ever heard."

With the surprise of Kreha and his remarks, the man deepens the certainty of his own hitter. At the same time, he entrusted her with another hand to hit.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but will you see her again at last? You know the requirements, right?

"We'll catch up later. At least the most expensive booze in Kisletin."

From a man's statement, he thinks of his former colleague, a red-haired woman, in the back of his brain, and Kreha dares to warn him so.

"You have to stop. Anyway, now she's a real princess. Anyway, can you do me a favor?

"Fine, I'll do it for you"

"Thanks. And... sorry"

The apology of the brunette man repeated many times tonight.

However, what was included in this phrase was entirely separate from previous, lightweight, content-free words.

And because he understands it, Kreha despises him.

"Wouldn't you apologize? You always say," I'm never gonna break my vows. "

"I get it. But I'm grateful to you, and no, it's true that I keep thanking you. Even then, and always will be..."

When the man says so, he slowly closes his eyes.

What appeared behind that lid was the sight of the first time I met her.

his father and mother and the figure of her who existed across the street.

Nostalgic, sweet, bitter memories, again he slowly falls into the back of his chest.

And when he opened those eyes again, he turned to the woman staring at himself, and he nodded slowly.

After three years of femininity, the hero's fetal movement begins again.