Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Miranill, the capital.

It was the name of the largest city in the Republic of Kisletin, which exists at the base of the peninsula on which the nation is founded.

Located north of the other major cities of Kisletin, the climate is not that warm.

Nevertheless, for those accustomed to the Rhindle, the northernmost part of the western part of the continent, the land did not have a sufficiently warm climate.

Not to mention, it's summer now.

Therefore, a man who reached the capital arrived at the guided private room and fell to the sofa where he had been installed.

Then he goes to the back of such a man, and suddenly a cold voice is heard.

"What, that outfit? Since when did you turn into a comedy actor?

A spicy word thrown at me by a brunette woman who was killing the signs.

Ain, who was to take it on his back, responds sadly with a lie on the couch without turning a gaze to her.

"... don't tell me. I care about myself."

"Well, it's a good opportunity to understand how I feel being made to disguise myself from time to time. Stay dressed for a while."

When Kreha said so, he loosened that look, usually frozen, slightly.

Meanwhile, Ain, who has routinely asked her to go undercover, replies with a somewhat throwing voice when she understands that her share is bad on this topic.

"I'm going to do better than that. You never want it, though. So, what's the situation?

"Almost every country has done it with kisletin. It's someone else's fault, and as always, the five countries are on track."

Eligibility for the Western Conference.

That is based on one text on which a resolution was adopted when this first meeting was held. That was the one sentence: 'A nation that exists in the western part of the continent and has more than a certain population'.

Of course, in this context alone, it is too abstract. That is why it was generally regarded as a criterion implicitly to be a state that exists west of the Principality of Hoshel, present at the junction with the centre of the continent, and above the population of his country.

In this Continental Western Conference, which is based on such requirements, both eight years before and sixteen years before the last one, it is held with the participation of five countries similar to this one.

Unlike the previous one, however, there was a surplus tortuosity with regard to this event.

That was the fact that two of the five countries, Clarice and Rhindle, which were middle-class, were at risk of participation.

The person who allowed the situation to be overshadowed inquired about his former homeland and turned to Kreha.

"So who was Clarice's representative?

"It's Grand Duke Rhine. As for you, did you miss the princess?

Heading to Ain, Kreha asks so in a tone with only a few inclusions.

Ain then finally woke up the body he was keeping on the couch, and shook his neck left and right toward Kreha.

"No, and Elise is not a princess anymore. The queen."

"Right. Anyway, the hand you hit wasn't enough for her to leave the country."

"Well, I guess it's a reasonable place. The presence of the Rhindle Army, which we know will almost invade the House of Lords, is like a grain of rice on the soles of our feet. I almost wanted to put a little more pressure on you, but I can't really bother Kyle."

Ain smiled bitterly as he spread his hands left and right.

Then Kreha nods small and opens her mouth again.

"Anyway, Clarice is represented by Grand Duke Rhine. And Rhindle is King Kayla. Well, this goes without saying because I'm with you."

"Oh. So what about Crossveneer and Hoshel?

"The Union of Cross Veneers is represented by Shadovi. From the Duchy of Hoshel, His Royal Highness the Grand Duke of Cordoin is here."

"Hmm, you mean they've both put out old supreme powers? As one of the men to be named to the Rhindle Ministerial Corps, it's a lot to expect from the young King Kayla."

"That's the same thing about Grand Duke Rhine, isn't it?

That's what Kreha tells her, thinking of someone she knows well, too.

Ain then scratched his head a few times with a slightly troubled look on his face.

"Well, sure. So, are their ties still hard?

"Yes. Originally, relations between the Movement for Democratic Reform and the two countries were good. It's not like my predecessor's president around here. Besides, both countries are sometimes close to the center of the continent, and have many followers of Cremea in their own people. It must also be part of the current honeymoon relationship around here."

"I see, religion..."

The meaning of the existence of a united religious front in the coalition regime, with the Cremean Church as its mother.

Ain, who put his thoughts there, shushes slightly with his hands on his chin.

Kreha, numbed by such silence, asked him simply.

"So, what are you going to do?

"Kreha, what do you think their true aim is?

"Well...... perhaps the draft agreement will be developed on the last day of the Western Conference. I think they're targeting us there."

Kreha, which took the form of being questioned, answers that with almost certainty, even if it shows slight confusion.

It has been customary in previous Western Conferences to indicate the common direction of each country in the western part of the continent on one final day.

Although exceptions exist, of course, it is not an exaggeration to say that basically these few Western Conferences have been held against the Empire always being its subject and for that matter. It is therefore in the form of a joint articulation of the pressure on his country on the last day and an exchange of undertakings in the name of the draft agreement with a unanimous majority.

Ein, who learns about it, also has an accurate insight into the aim of Kisletin this time, but therefore snorted deeply at Kreha's view.

"Right, I totally agree. Preparation of a draft agreement expressing the results of the Western Conference. This is a really good system. Kisletin... No, for the face of the former Republic of Kiemerte."

"The power of numbers. So. But it was originally Kisletin, and it has more than four other powers, so it's reasonable when it comes to it."

"Oh, you're right. But I don't want to fight in my wallet, even though I have a lot of power. If you want to use it anyway, I'd like someone else's wallet."

Slightly ironically, Ain said so, scratching his nose head twice.

Reading un-lingualized content to his reaction like that, Kreha opens her mouth with a thin, laugh.

"Both Rhindle and Clarice are user-friendly pawns for the purpose of opposing Empire."

"Basically..."

"Basically?

To what Ain't unexpected, Kreha learns to hook up.

Ain then nodded small and showed another way of thinking as it was.

"Oh. I can even look at it a little differently if I change my perspective. For example, if we tried to make it Clarice, we would not have had to have a total confrontation with the Empire because of the presence of Kisletin before. Until the Empire develops collective magic."

"... that's true. I don't know if they're the only ones to blame."

Convinced of Ain's statement, Crehe dares to put it that way.

Ain then shrugged her shoulders gently, daring to cloud her words.

"Well, what do you think? But that's what rushing between nations is all about. We're asking each other to use each other. And that's natural. In that sense, I think Clarice was pretty tenacious, too. At least until now."

"Until now...? So, what do you think you should do now?

"Things have changed. And the situation in the Empire changed. Then it would be foolish to respond the same way as before. And Kisletin is not going to choose foolishness. I mean, you want to do Kisletin."

Ain't got that much to say, separating words once and for all.

Meanwhile, Kreha turned to him like that and dared to encourage him ahead.

"I mean, have a war?

"Oh, have a war. They fought over the relationship between the Empire and the Allies and succeeded in seizing power. It would be a politically reasonable decision to want to take a decisive initiative around here. Not to mention if you don't have to get your own hands dirty at first."

"I see. So this Western conference is an imperial ballistic conference aimed at keeping them in power. Damn... this is ridiculous."

If you say so, Kreha exhales a small sigh.

But the man in front of her showed a completely different reaction to the same event.

"Really? The countries of the western continent also have their own troubles within them. It's a lot smaller. And that's not the story that started now. I don't blame them."

"But if it's the side that gets caught up, it's not the one that got caught up."

While understanding Ain's view, Creha shakes her neck left and right, as well as mouths so.

Ain then laughed lightly as if it was the best interpretation.

"Ha, sure it is. Anyway, their aim is obvious. Besides, it is hard to say that the empire is full now. Then I don't see a very fragrant future..."

"Does that mean that a powerful nation will be born in the western part of the continent?

No, the birth of a single nation.

An unexpected word emanating from Ein's mouth.

The moment he hears it, Kreha unexpectedly utters a surprise.

"Huh..."

"Magic in the name of democracy. It will probably hold them back in that direction. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I'm only from a royal state. Just..."

"Just that as far as you're concerned, you're gonna get in their way?

Ahead of Ein's remarks, he tells Kreha so.

Slightly facetious Ain, with a bitter smile, affirmed her statement just because she was right.

"Oh. Of course, their thoughts themselves are understandable. Just unfortunately, I can't agree with you. That's what I mean. So let's just say they hit the lead, sooner than they finish rooting"

"Leading the way?"

"Yeah. In short, first hand in this country. And for that, we're on our way."

The door to the room was suddenly knocked when Ain approached Kreha to share his thoughts.

Having swallowed the words along the way, Ain turns that gaze to the door. And when I turned my gaze again toward Kreha, the little brunette woman had already disappeared.

"Are you sure, Mr. Ain?

A voice emitted from the outside after being knocked.

Ein, who hears it, exhales small, responds immediately.

"... what is it, Your Majesty? The keys are open, so feel free."

"Excuse me. So, did you still wear a wig? I was just complaining."

Kyle shows surprise that Ain still had blonde hair sitting on the couch.

Ain then returned the words with a bitter smile as he put his right hand on his own wig.

"Well, it's only in the way of this. It was simply a hassle to take."

"Ha... is that the place after all"

In a slightly slurred tone, Kyle speaks that way.

Meanwhile, Ain, who recently felt the wind from Kyle getting stronger, asked the king in front of him for the purpose of his visit, exhaling a loud sigh as he was tired.

"So, what can I do for you?

"Yes, I plan to surround the table with the Kisletin diplomats this evening. I was hoping that Ein would be there when I could."

"Attendance or escort... I honestly don't like watching people stare at what looks delicious. But I can't help it. Okay, I get it."

With a masked escort, the first opportunity to make Kisletin aware.

Ain, who interpreted it that way, just accepted his role as inevitable.

"Thank you"

"No, I don't mind. And this time, ostensibly, it takes the form of being hired as an escort. You don't have to thank me. There's something about him."

During the day he touches the air in the field as a deputy apprentice with a malfest, and at night he conducts research under Ein's supervision. Such a breaking condition had been given to Ferm, Ein's godson.

Of course, this kind of generosity is also significant that it was Ein's wish. But more than that, the biggest reason was that Fermu played a major role in the recapture of Luna, albeit informally so far.

"Hehe, well, I expect him to, too. So even without you, we want to give him the best possible environment."

"It's not good to spoil too much, so much so..."

"Is that enough...... ok, I'll try to roll back"

As Kyle, though it was only a perception of a range of treatments commensurate with his merit, he also understood Ain's fear, so he snorts honestly.

Ain then smiled nicholly at the young king's such reaction.

"Yeah, do that. So, instead of accepting the requirements from you, there's just one thing I'd like to ask of you, too. Will you listen to me?

"Please…? What the hell is it?

"Actually, I have a few people I'd like to see. It's just that I'm the one going alone, so why don't you come with me? I'm gonna be back by night."

"Someone you want to see?

Kyle gives a look of surprise at Ain's offer that seems to arrive in Kisletin.

However, the person who mentioned the unexpected overlapped the words even more without a particular wind of concern.

"Oh. There are two people I'd like to meet in this kisletin. Among other things, I need to see you soon."

"... who the hell are you? He said he had to see you soon."

"A little acquaintance of mine, a clever uncle who says Feliam."

The light tone of Ain, as if to tell the name of the neighbor's uncle.

Therefore, Kyle leans his neck without knowing who he was talking about at first. But soon, recalling the name of one of the most famous figures in this country, he opened his eyes unexpectedly.

"Feliam...... no way!?"

"Oh, he's probably the uncle you thought of. Make it the first party in this country, the leader of the biggest opposition party. Feliam Gruzen, former president of Park."