Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Sixth Western Conference.

This conference, which involves a small number of countries from the western part of the continent, was originally held at the beginning by the Republic of Kisletin, taking the heads-up, in an effort to contain the Kelm Empire, which is rapidly becoming erect.

It began at the time of its establishment in two countries, the Republic of Kisletin and the Kingdom of Claris, which border directly with the Empire, and the neighbouring countries were in the form of inviting only ambassadors who were sending them to Kisletin as observers.

However, in order to encourage other countries to participate formally from the next time, the only loose terms of participation were established. It is a state with a certain population in the western part of the continent.

On the basis of this condition, the Kingdom of Rhindle and the Croatian Union were to participate in the Second Conference, and from the Fourth Conference the Duchy of Hoshel, which could be called a relatively small country, was to participate in the livestock of Kisletin.

It is significant that the participation of countries that do not border these direct empires was considered useful as an opportunity to conduct intensive negotiations on a very large number of matters requiring inter-State coordination, such as transactions and border issues, as one of the reasons for this.

Especially in transactions, the implication of an economic block centered on kisletin, a large country, also existed with a relaxed effect, and delegations from countries gathered in kisletin were often viewed by leading merchants, also known as political commerce and others, as accompanying national delegations.

Also from an otherwise perspective, if we were to look at the countries participating in this conference, we would still find that there is a very strong presence of certain countries.

A representative example of this was the participation of the Principality of Hoshel from the Fourth Conference. In other words, it is the view of the Principality of Hoshel that they were allowed to participate as a combination in order to maintain the leadership of Kisletin at the same meeting.

Though the three countries, separated from the Republic of Kiemerte, have suffered extraordinary tortuosity, they have now forged a mutual alliance. But it was the fact that the weakest of them, the Duchy of Hoshel, had the army of Kisletin permanently stationed in its own country and managed to maintain its defence system.

As a result, his country is infrequently viewed in a nationalistic way of kisletin.

It goes without saying, of course, that Kisletin is originally a more overwhelming power among the countries participating in the same conference.

But just before the Fourth Conference, an alliance was formed between the Rhindle and Clarice, which is commonly interpreted as putting Kisletin into forceful hands because of the madness in the balance of forces within the Western Conference.

Until then, they interpreted what was commonly considered to meet the criteria for participation by the Cross Venetian Union as not defined by real numbers, and invited his country to participate in the Fourth Conference, arguing that the population requirement was also met by the Principality of Hoshel. They then succeed in concluding the draft agreement to their national advantage with the logic of numbers.

The draft agreement to be concluded by majority vote on this final day was to be directly linked to the governance policies of the countries participating in the Western Conference as it stood.

In other words, the Republic of Kisletin, by engaging the participating countries of Kisletin, Crossveneer and Hoshel, which emit their edge to the former Republic of Kiemerte, has allowed them to demonstrate their superiority over Clarice and Rhindle in alliance relations.

It was understandable, of course, that this mechanism would clearly prevail over Kisletin with the predecessor King Orado, who was king at the time of Clarice. However, with increasing pressure from the Empire, he has not been given the option to stand out and defy Kisletin.

Thus, the Western Conference rule of Kisletin became the cornerstone sixteen years earlier.

For participating countries, a sixth hot summer came precisely what should also be called a battle.

"You think the Rhindle Kingdom is very cool, despite this summer period? Oh, I'm so jealous."

A man with a slightly thin back of his head and a good width utters words as he turns to Kyle and grins.

The party, dubbed the eve festival, celebrates the beginning of the Western Conference.

In a space colored by the tentative initial title of a place to celebrate, delegations from various countries had already explored each other's bellies with a smile and a spear of words that had been misled by the vernacular.

And so is Kyle, who is in a position to lead the Rhindle.

Kyle, the youngest state representative on this occasion, had a strong interest in the Duke of Cordoin, only slightly older than his appearance, and was to be the first to speak up.

"Grand Duke, no, I'm afraid you can say that. I do have a good time this time of year, but in winter, I feel envious of your country. Anyway, it's hard to even walk outside on a snowy day."

"It is. But it's not going to work."

When he said so, Cordoin laughed to loosen his body as he shook his belly flesh.

Kyle, on the other hand, who was overweighing the man in front of him like that, explores the difficult landing of the conversation and opens his mouth as it is.

"Absolutely. In that sense, it's a south stop, but maybe this Kisletin Republic is in just the right position. Because it's not too cold, and it's not too hot."

"Oh, are you two young people talking about our country?

Kyle and Cordoin immediately shift their gaze to a voice that was suddenly uttered from the front.

Then there stood a gentlemanly grandeur with his hair flowing behind him.

"This is, Lord Feliam. We're out of time."

"Welcome, it's been a long time, Grand Duke of Cordoin. Was the last time I saw you, two years ago?

"Yes, Lord Feliam is still president... ah... sorry"

Cordoin feels it is obviously a silence and hurries to hold his mouth.

But Feliam, the person in charge, grinned lightly and shook his neck left and right.

"No, never mind. Titles change every five years in our country. Not necessarily, of course, but I live my days recognizing it in advance. So a lot of people have the title" ex, "so it doesn't really bother them."

"Speaking of which, Master Feliam was certainly the Home Secretary at the last Western Conference, wasn't he?

Though Feliam was showing a bare gesture he didn't care about, Kyle, with Cordoin's frightened look on his face, dares to divert the story a little.

"Yeah, that's right. Previously I would be President, but under President Prontham, at the time I was Minister of the Interior. Surely the Grand Duke was around that time..."

"Yes, I was out studying in Turmenia in the centre of the continent. I mean, I was also the first to attend a Western conference, just like King Kayla."

Cordoin makes such a mouthful of bitter laughter as he squeezes his jaw with one hand.

But such was his statement to be denied by Feliam.

"Oh, that's not true, Lord Cordoin. King Kayla is actually joining us for the second time."

"Oh, but eight years ago..."

"Yeah, it was just when I was this little girl."

With that in his mouth, Kyle deliberately placed his hand about the height below his waist.

Kyle's height, who was fourteen at the time, could not be to that extent, and Feliam, who understood it as a joke, understood Kyle's intentions and laughed.

"Ha, were you such a child? From my point of view, I remember that King Aluminum was a bright prince in his future."

"That's too much to say. He was just a hungry kid who kept his eyes on cooking at parties."

Although we had a similar conversation once since we had already come to the land, we dare respond to the subject of Feliam as something that Kyle did not.

Then Cordoin, who had heard such a conversation between the two of them, spoke to Kyle with interest.

"Ho ho, King Kayla had those days, too. But I hear that your father, Aluminum, was just the wise king, and after that, he felt a lot of pain?

"Yeah. At this age, I think I finally know what my father really is. And the last time I walked here, I was a really bad kid asking my busy father to play with me."

"Ha, but I know how you feel. Five years ago, my father suddenly collapsed and inherited the trail because I didn't know who I was, right or left. In that sense, it will be comforting for the former king to be alive and well. Speaking of which, was there an uncomfortable man targeting the king before the aluminum the other day?

Cordoin, who thought it was about time, finally made his first cut to Kyle.

But Kyle answers with dignity to that question, which was once questioned by a man who was already standing beside him and was always expected to be asked again this time.

"You know very well. But our dependant ministers have successfully rescued our fathers."

"Ho, that was good. But I'm really jealous of being blessed with competent ministers."

"Yes, we manage to do our days with the blessing of a minister we can count on"

Kayla replies with a bitter smile in embarrassment.

But toward him, an entirely unexpected man unleashed the question.

"A minister who can count on you means that your escort is a part of it?

This is the president.

The first to notice its existence was Cordoin.

As soon as possible, inspired by his voice, the gaze of one was poured on Tomiel, the exact protagonist of this meeting.

"Oh, make yourselves at home. Look, like Uncle Tanuki there, you can be grand."

"I don't think so, but what about Uncle Tanuki?

He will hit his gaze with the former and current presidents of this country with a slightly dissatisfied look on his face.

For a moment, tension ran around, but it was Tomiel, the host of this meeting, who broke first.

"Well, what do you think? Anyway, it is the purpose of this meeting to welcome all those who have come to this land to work today. Including me, the people of my country are looking forward to preparing for this day."

"No, when the president tells you that, you're unintentionally frightened."

Cordoin is in the position of his country, so he immediately speaks of obedience.

But Tomiel never cared about him like that.

Tomiel showed interest and turned his gaze behind Kyle.

There existed the figure of one masked man.

"So let's get back to it, if you're wearing that mask, are you the escort of King Kayla?

Once Feliam turned the spear over to me, a slight alarm existed in Kyle. But Tomiel turns to his own escort again, without missing such relaxation in his expression.

That's why Kyle was delayed in responding for a moment.

"Yeah, yeah. Yeah, but what's that?

"No, even though it wasn't meant to be a masquerade today, I was really dressed to attract attention, so I was unintentionally interested."

Tomiel, who never overlooked Kyle's slight agitation, takes a step further with a freaking look that says he's still young.

But at that time, the voice of one man was pinched from across.

"Mr. President. Well, I don't know how you feel. As a matter of fact, I was just asking him a question the other day."

"... well, so?

Tomiel feels stripped of the intermission he once packed. As a result, he almost punched himself in the tongue now, but managed to catch it with self-control.

Meanwhile, Feliam, with his words pinched, continues the conversation as something already known about his contact with Kyle and the others.

"Everything custom seems to prevent him from putting his face on the table in public. I was surprised, too, that we Kisletians are the people of the land of freedom. If you do, it's up to you to learn that you have to respect those cultures and ideas."

"Well, custom..."

With Feliam, the former president, pushing freedom and respect forward, Tomiel finds it hard to hit the next hand.

Then, without missing that timing, Kyle opened his mouth.

"Yeah, it's a custom in some of the polar parts of my Rhindle. I apologize first for not being able to remove my mask in front of you because of that, and not being able to speak out loud again."

Kyle tells Tomiel what he was saying in advance while thanking Feliam for taking the time.

As a result, the venue stagnated only slightly.

Among other things, the first to re-tone the conversation was the best man on the spot.

"But the rhinestones have quite a free breeze."

"Lord Cordoin. As you may know, our country originally had a history of people with small possessions coming together to form a single nation. Therefore, it has long been a lesson to respect each culture and freedom of thought."

Kyle dares to push the word Kisletin's beloved freedom forward as he strings through his country's history.

Then, having finished hearing his words like that, Tomiel uttered one question.

"I see, I see. But King Kayla, that alone will not serve as your direct escort. I'm sure you'll be accompanied to this meeting, so I'm guessing you're one of the best in your country. How about that?

"Uh... well, yeah"

Kyle, who could not see Tomiel's intention to inquire, nodded once with an ambiguous look on his face.

Tomiel then gave a happy look when he got the answer he was looking for.

"Well... shall I ask him?"

"Please? What the hell are you talking about?

Kyle shows confusion in a completely unintended flow of conversation.

As soon as he did, Tomiel made him apologize for the lack of explanation with a deliberate grin.

"This is, suddenly, excuse me. No, at every Western meeting, just in the middle of the meeting, we have an interactive event to make our citizens see the good relations between our participating countries. Last time we had debates by intellectuals in various fields in each country, and last time we had an equestrian comparison. Do you remember?

"Yeah, I took a look at it with my father."

Kyle draws memories from a corner of his brain, following Tomiel's words, of seeing a competition called crippled equestrianism and more at the Colosseum off Kisletin.

Unfortunately, from the land pattern or the rhindle has not developed much equestrianism.

He therefore recalled that he was the lowest of the four countries, with the exception of Hoshel, which did not participate, and that the Kisletin servicemen and their horseback riding won.

Meanwhile, while he gives thought to such a past, Tomiel spins further words toward Kyle.

"At that time, it was a regrettable result for the Rhindle Kingdom. But don't worry. I'm thinking about demonstrating for citizens in different competitions this year."

"Demonstration… is it"

Based on his stories so far, Kyle understood that Tomiel in front of him wanted the man who would serve as his own escort to participate in the competition for some reason.

Sino-Japanese Holding in the Western Conference.

That was an event that was no longer becoming the norm, and precisely because of the presence of elected representatives from various countries in designated competitions, it was of an indisputable nature to call it a proxy war to boast of national power.

Participants will be rewarded with honor, and those who show prominent results will be rewarded by Kisletin, the host country.

Whatever this thought, it is a holding with political elements, but he claimed that Kisletin was only a combination of rapprochement.

But it was only on the first day of the Western Conference that the content of the event was made public.

For this reason, it was undeniable that countries other than Kisletin had to choose their representatives from a limited number of personnel who accompanied the Western Conference, a significantly unfavourable condition.

And the fact that he asks for an escort behind him to a surrogate war of that nature.

Sometimes the intent was unreadable, and Kyle becomes alert, as well as natural and its mouth count is smaller.

Meanwhile, you felt his nervousness, and Tomiel dared to give him a refreshing grin.

"Yeah. After we've had a few meetings, I'm thinking I'll give you a little mock fight for about two games, as a demonstration at the end. Since ancient times, our country's Colosseum is a hall of things that aspire to martial arts, and you thought it was just right. Hoshel is sending troops out of our country, so I can't help but participate in four other countries."

"A mock fight? So who is our country going to let out, Mr. President?

It was Feliam who sandwiched his voice from side to side to make it take between.

Though Tomiel didn't put it on the table because of his frustration, he obviously answers less lovingly than he did earlier.

"From my country, I am going to let you out Ufena, who is entrusting my escort"

With that mouth, Tomiel turns his face backwards once and shows everyone the giant man who escorts him. Tomiel, on the other hand, asked Feliam.

"It's just a demonstration, not a ranking thing. But at any rate, try to elect the man I trust most and entrust my escort to. So, do you have a problem with that?

"... no, nothing. The President of this country is you. I have no right to speak."

To put it that way, Feliam closes her mouth with a bitter look on her face. That was because Tomiel's designated man was an unpleasant person.

Ufena Valdez is the chief security officer and escort captain of the presidential residence.

And it was in his kingdom the bravest, and fiercest, and a good soldier.

Originally, the Kisletin Border Guard was supposedly close to the Movement for Democratic Reform. That was due to the fact that the majority of the party was occupied by partisans from near the border, but the border guards with the Empire, to which Ufena once belonged, are particularly colorful.

In his affiliation with such an empire, Ufena was one of the most feared men by the Imperial Army, with the exception of a certain Zhuyi Shinigami, from the martial arts that used its overwhelming giant.

"Feliam, you don't have to be such a coward. You just said that. My country is a free country. Everyone has freedom of speech. Well, better than that. King Kayla, on an earlier occasion, I will also give you the most trusted escort, Ufena, so I wonder if you can give me your trusted escort from your country."

After pointing sarcasm at Feliam, Tomiel goes straight to Kyle and speaks directly of one request.

As soon as he did, Kyle had a slightly troubled look on his face.

"Uh... but"

"No, as I said earlier, this is only a mock fight to boost the ground. If a young Kayla puts on a masked prince who is strongly trusted as his own escort, the expectations of the audience will rise."

At the request of the president of Kisletin himself, the organizer.

At the moment it was told, it was clear that the air of the field was about to become a flow of encouragement to Kyle to answer one.

But of course Kyle couldn't answer immediately, so he turned backwards and turned to the man in the mask to confirm.

Depending on the way he saw it, his conduct, which might be uncomfortable as head of state, was to be prevented yet by the voice of one young man who had heard the noise.

"Whoa, whoa, at some point, representatives from all over the country will be here. Are we talking about something interesting? We would love to have our country among us."

refreshing, yet clearly gorgeous, that voice.

And when they heard it, they pursued the LORD of his voice all together.

Then at the end of their gaze was the figure of one blonde beautiful young man with a red-haired escort.

Representative of the Kingdom of Clarice at the Western Conference.

Yes, he was Ains von Rhein, who became one of Clarice's four Grand Dukes last year.