Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Kisletin Republic.

It is now a great nation, also known as the two great powers in the western part of the continent.

Once upon a time, in the western part of the continent, a giant nation, known as the Republic of Kiemerte, existed in its history.

His country, even within the continent at the time, is known as a rare democracy, whose existence will only disappear in history after its stubbornness towards the philosophy and its corruption due to institutional exhaustion and, above all, the battle called the perpetual war waged for a long time between the central countries of the continent.

And today, the vast nation formerly known as the Republic of Kiemerte, after various internal conflicts and skirmishes, has led to the separation of the Republic of Kiemerte into three countries known as the Republic of Kisretin, the Croatian Union and the Principality of Hoshel.

Among other things, it was the Republic of Kisletin, which hosts this Western Conference, that inherited the legacy of the former Kiemerte and much of its national territory.

Nation with sea leading to the Alliante Mountains to the north and many of the continental western nations known as the White Sea to the south. However, since its major urban areas were concentrated in the peninsula rather than in the mountainous areas, his country, unlike the overall shape of the country, was sometimes regarded as a peninsula state.

Of course it was the enemies of his kingdom who shouted up and made fun of him.

Together, the Kelm Empire, which has grown its strength in recent years in the western part of the continent, and this Kisletin Republic, which inherited the legacy of Kiemerte, are now often named after the two great nations.

And the discord between these two countries could no longer be hidden, but fortunately the perfect balance equilibrated each other's national forces, which until now had never led to total confrontation.

However, after two recent wars, the Kelm Empire is causing little exhaustion of its national power.

In addition, the reality was that the Republic of Kisletin also had a massive coup d 'état, which was difficult to say was smooth and full of sails.

This brings to the forefront the discovery in the elections held last fiscal year of alleged insider and bribe with an empire resentful to the Free Cities Alliance, which had previously been at the centre of the state.

In fact, it was a clever trap set by an old man and a brunette, but they ended up holding the first party in the election but going down after a political rush.

Thus, it is the coalition regimes of the second party, the Movement for Democratic Reform, and the third party, the United Religious Front, which are responsible for the fate of the Kisletin Republic today.

In the midst of such an attempt to upset the balance of forces within the continent, in the Republic of Kisletin, for the first time a Western conference was to be held here, hosted by a non-Free Cities Alliance.

several groups headed to his country at this time to participate in such Western meetings.

One of them existed a certain group, departing from the Rhindle kingdom, the northernmost of the western continent.

"Um come on...... will you let me take this off as long as I'm on the move? It's hot, it's steamy, and to be honest, it sucks."

One carriage located almost in the centre of the population.

Among them existed a young man in a bright dress and a blonde man with the upper half of his face covered by a domino mask.

"No, you can't. This place is already in the Republic of Kisletin. I don't know where the agents are hiding. I've never been too careful."

"No, I'm the one who did say that maybe I should hide my face. But, you know, that's only a story since the Western Conference started, and you wouldn't have to get ready from here."

The man, regretting his own proposal, so pleads with a slight pointy of mouth.

But when the young man in front of him shook his head slightly to the left and right, he opened his mouth as if he were frightened.

"That's how I try to have fun right now. I heard your unscrupulous favor, so listen to my favor."

"No, yeah. I can't say anything about that..."

Ain't like trouble. When he talks like that, he slowly tries to scratch his head.

But when I realized that what was ahead of me moved my hand was a wig, not my own self-haired hair, I gently lowered my arm out of my consciousness that if it deviated, I would be told another novel.

"Anyway, as you yourself said, your presence is our country's trump card and Achilles tendon. No matter how vigilant you are, it won't be enough."

"I know that, Kyle. But... we're heading south this season. Despite this, I'll be tired before the meeting starts."

"Sometimes I don't know if you're careful or not."

Turning to Ain, who spoke pitifully in a quiet way, Kyle said so with a troubled look on his face.

Repeated interactions during this journey.

At a time when the same conversation, no longer counted by the number of fingers on both hands, was exchanged in the carriage, suddenly the sound of knocking on the door sounded from the outside.

"Is something wrong?

Sometimes it was driving, and Kyle reaches for the door with his neck tilted.

But Ain, who understood his position, controlled him like that, and opened the door gently to the outside.

"Oh, don't hurt yourself, Lord Hero."

A voice emanating from a gap in an open door.

It belonged to Malfes, the person responsible for this trip to Kisletin.

"That's right in the middle of official business. You wouldn't let the king do the chores and I wouldn't be sitting around like that, would you?

"Sure. Well, then, as an escort, you're on your neck in a day."

Slowly peeking inside as he sidewalked his horse, Malfes grins nimbly as he nods deeply at Ain's remarks.

But Ain, who saw his expression like that, uttered a more tired voice than before.

"So, captain of the escort. What the hell are you doing in there?

"Don't look so unhappy. Even from the top of the mask, you can see clearly."

"Well, you're actually unhappy."

"Ha, well, I can't help complaining about all the weather."

In addition to this summer season, when he thought he was in a closed carriage, Malfes didn't feel much sympathy for Ain.

However, as the head of this escort, there was nothing he could do from a safety point of view, only smile bitterly.

Meanwhile, Kyle, who was listening to the conversation between his uncles in front of him, fears the possibility that he would see no progress at all in the content if he were letting them talk.

Therefore, when I coughed gently with Cohon, I urged him to head to Malfes to talk to him about the subject.

"So, Malfes, what the hell does it look like?

"Oh. Excuse me, Master Kayla. We are pleased to announce that you will soon arrive in Milan, the destination capital."

"Really... you see, I knew you were ready"

When he receives Malfez's statement, Kyle turns to Ain with a slightly proud look.

The person to whom the story was turned, however, dared to present a completely different view.

"No, that's not true. In other words, you could have taken it off this far."

"Ha, a wand without falling. It's in your favorite Eastern language, you know."

"Mr. Malfes. I don't like the Orient. I'm just saying my mother's out there."

Ein denies what he says and does, with a troubled look on his face, against Malfes, who has made more tea from the side.

"Heh, I just thought you liked the Orient so much because I knew what you usually lower back"

"So I don't really like it or hate it. I've never actually been there. Better yet, I guess my array is bringing it right."

A love knife that was usually bound to be worn on its own hips.

That's not on his hip right now. What is different there instead was a single thin rapier.

"Oh, of course. With that ridiculous amount of experimental equipment, the guards are carrying it properly"

"Please. I really didn't want to leave you alone."

If I had a knife, my identity would be lightly broken.

That's what I said was the relim of a witch magician who is currently at the forefront of vigilance around her.

Then there is a discussion between the two by various metaphors and logic, and eventually the armament goes up to the woman professor of the pushy cadet school.

Thus, since depositing it with his juniors for operational convenience during the military years of Kunikuni, a situation had been created in which his love knife would leave Ein's hand.

"Ha, trust me about that. We'll take care of it until we need it."

"Ha... I got it, really"

"Whoa, you were going on a big boat. Anyway, I'll be a little busy from there because I'll be in the city soon. You're gonna have to take your last vacation."

With that mouth, Malfes smiled nicely at Ain, closing the carriage door vigorously from the outside as he drove.

"Weird...... this wasn't supposed to be the case with my initial plans. How could you do this?"

When he says so, Ain holds his head from above the wig. Then a slight wig slipped over his head.

With such a look at him, Kyle is sorry, but he unwittingly blows up at the funny look of the hero in front of him.

Ain turned his resentful gaze against such a king, while he sighed one loud sigh as he dropped his shoulder.