Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Something you want to meet.

"Oh, this is Grand Duke Rhine. Would you enjoy it?"

Capturing the young man surrounded by many flowers earlier in his sight, Tomiel immediately smiles back at his expression.

Turning to him like that, Aynce smiled back softly.

"Yeah, thanks to you. You're all so beautiful, Kisletin 'women."

"You will, you will. But Grand Duke, we were surrounded by many women earlier, are you glad they came out? I'm sure everyone will be disappointed when you're gone."

Noticing a gaze from the women in the rear who gaze toward Aynce, Tomiel asks so with a bitter smile.

Then Aynce smiled back at the bitterness of people.

"No, I'll take my time with them later. More than that, you've had some interesting stories. Mid-day events this year, like a mock fight?

"Yeah, yeah. So I'm asking Jen from the Rhindle to join me."

When Tomiel says so, he stands behind Kayla, pointing his gaze at a blonde man wearing a mask.

Eince followed that gaze casually and gave him a strange look with an incompatible masked man in his eyes on this occasion.

But with King Kayla present on the spot, he decides that if he sees too much Girosilo, he will be rude to the Rhindle kingdom, and he turns his gaze back to Tomiel. And again, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Hmm, but is it a mock fight... If so, let's say our country will join us"

"... that was just a favor, of course. So, who the hell is going to be in?

Tomiel thought the flow of this story was less favorable.

Of course, it's about a man he's concerned about taking part in a mock fight.

That is why he intended to make contact with Kyle in anticipation of the timing at which Eince would not come close to being surrounded by the women and, at a later date, without the eyes of another country, to have coordination with the Kingdom of Clarice.

But such an unknown Eince, such as Tomiel's thoughts, asks one unconstitutional question with his hand on his chin.

"Right...... one confirmation, can you still leave your lord Ufena Valdez from Kisletin?

"Yep. So far I plan on doing that...... what's that?

"No, I have heard your martial name. But then, our country will have to compete in the rude character of Lord Ufena. If so, shall I ask you to compete in Under-Secretary Alex Hughes of the Army Department, who came all the way out here to talk to me about my escort?"

The words gave each expression to what was in that space.

Among other things, Tomiel, who wanted to avoid this if possible, immediately confirms his statement.

"Ah, Zhu...... no, the Undersecretary is going to appear?

"Is there a problem?

Tomiel immediately shook his neck from left to right as Aince inquired that way as he tilted his neck. And as he chose the words, he tried to press on to rethink them farther away.

"No, of course not. But Lord Alex is the head of your country's army ministry. In case something happens in a mock fight..."

"In case? Don't worry about that. You don't mind, do you, Senior Alex?"

Speaking so, Eince turns her gaze toward the rear escort.

The red-haired man, who was gazed at, shook his neck vertically without any stray, keeping his fox eyes narrowed.

"Oh, of course. Lately, everyone's been taking care of me and I've stopped dealing with them. I wonder if this is exactly the kind of opportunity I wish or fulfill."

When he says so, Alex smiles nicely.

Meanwhile, Aynce, who confirmed the statement, turned to Tomiel and smiled.

"My country will be represented by the Under-Secretary of State, as it is said. Well, it's only with mock warfare, so I don't think there's going to be any accidents... thank you very much."

"... ok. I'll tell the lottery clerk that the contestant from Clarice is Undersecretary Alex."

"Best regards, As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to work with Mr. Ufena in your country, if possible. That's what I want to fight for the most... no, because it sounds like the most fun"

Alex smiles bitterly and dares to correct his own words.

Of all the people who were there, there was only one person who could understand its sincerity.

And naturally, Tomiel, who never paid attention to such a correction, turns his words to Alex so that he dares to be cautious.

"I apologize to the Undersecretary, but this is all due to the lottery, so I can't promise..."

"Well, that's the only way. So, who is going to be able to leave your Rhindle Kingdom after all?

Alex, who had captured in a corner of his sight that the man in the mask had finished telling Kyle something to his ear while Aynce and Tomiel were having a conversation, looks back at the time with the same thin grin as usual.

Kyle then turned his words to Tomiel with a smile as he gathered his gaze together again.

"Before I speak to the representative from my country, may I consult President Tomiel on one thing?

"Talk to me? … Let's ask."

Because he kept Kyle and the others completely out of consciousness, Tomiel understands that there is some purpose to this consultation from the look on Kyla's face that he can afford. But at this stage there was no reason to refuse, and he urged ahead.

"It is true that every year in this midday celebration, some kind of praise is to be awarded by your country for what has worked. In that regard, I have one request… In fact, instead of a reward, I would like to have a private interview with someone who is not attending this meeting."

Consultation on the compliments emanating from Kyle's mouth.

The moment I heard it, Tomiel's face rose in the back of his brain of one person.

Yes, the face of the Minister of Military Affairs, who was absent on the pretext of ill health, even though he was supposed to attend this eve of the festival.

"... Hmm, we will see you sooner or later if the Western Conference starts, but it will certainly be difficult to take up the opportunity for the two of you to meet in the presence of national delegations. Ok. I promise to arrange for your escort to resume the interview at the dawn of your victory."

"Is it true? No, I really appreciate that."

"But King Kayla. Basically, it is customary to give praises from us to individuals. Would you be unhappy with your escort for taking that up?

Kettis Esteheim, Minister of Military Affairs and representative of the United Religious Front.

It is true that personal interviews with him, rumored to be busier than the President in a way, do break bones in the adjustment. But if Kyle wants it strongly during the Western Conference, the interview itself is not such a difficult story, even if it just doesn't go with the two of us.

Moreover, Tomiel, who lists democracy as his country's title, expressed slight concern, as Kyle and Kettis' interview is in a sense a proposal that equates to the state taking up an individual's martial arts medal.

"No... you seem to be mistaken, but I'm not the one who talks."

"Well, then who the hell... is your escort better?

Tomiel thought that Kyle, as the sovereign of the Rhindle, wanted a deal on military or religious content and a meeting with Kettis, the Minister of Military Affairs and representative of the united religious front in the country.

He therefore shows some surprise at Kyle's unexpected answer.

But to Tomiel like that, Kyle dared to lean his neck and ask again.

"Yes, shouldn't you?

"There's nothing I shouldn't..."

At that point in Tomiel's brain, all of that thought was directed at two things: the question of why an escort wanted to meet with Kettis, and how to introduce another escort to Kettis and attach an appointment for the interview.

And for that reason, his reaction to the next word from Kyle's mouth would be a step behind.

"That was good. No, I heard it was hard to see you, so Ain, my escort, will be willing to do a little too. Somehow, one of the four great sages once met with Master Fox Leorgaard."

"Nah...... Fox Master!?"

With the utterly unexpected name of the person emanating from Kyle's mouth, Tomiel sounds surprised, despite the presence of the eyes of dignitaries from all around him.

Fox Leorgaard.

It was the name of one man formerly known as the Four Great Wise Men of the Continent, along with the previous magical kings of the Magic Duchy of Filament and the Wise Men of the Exodus, who are now drawn to the cadet schools of a certain country using an alias.

"Oh, Mr. President. How are you?

"... King Kayla. Do you really know what it's like to meet such a wise man?

With a sinister look on his face, Tomiel turns his sharp gaze to Kyle.

But Kyle nodded small and took that gaze head-on.

"Yes, of course, Mr. President. That's why it would be a deserving wish for a winner at a Western conference meeting. Normally, the president won't give permission to someone from another country."

With even a smile on her face, Kyle said so to Tomiel.

A moment of silence.

In the meantime, Tomiel thinks.

Surrounding eyes on this spot. and the implications of this interaction for the entire Western Conference.

"I will confirm, but only if you win, not the memorial you participated in in in the mock fight...... does that matter?

The conclusion Tomiel made was that, based on his trust in Ufena, in this context, it was to be a pain division.

In other words, the lottery, which is considered to be a public and impartial college, that will take place later.

It is already a matter of decision that Ufena will thereby fight the Rhindle escort named Ain.

That's why he chose to let Kyle have flowers when it comes to negotiations on this occasion, and by the power of Ufena, to recover it.

"Of course it is. No, you're very concerned about the lottery if this happens. I will pray for him personally so as not to fall into contact with Lord Ufena, who is there, or with Lord Alex of Zhu."

"... Well, what happens? Because all this is what the lottery chooses. Either way, I'm going to have to excuse you for a moment. I have not yet been able to greet Lord Shadovi of the Union of Cross veneers."

When he says so, Tomiel walks away with the blackness.

Using it as an opportunity, Feliam and Cordoin walked away towards another circle of conversation one after the other.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm keeping the women waiting, too."

The last thing that remained on the spot, Aynce slowly walks under the ladies waiting for her expression as she bows her head gently toward Kyle.

But his guard, the red-haired man, walked the other way.

Yes, sliding through Kyle's side, and not like the man in his escort.

At that moment, the red-haired man muttered small in his ear to the extent that he could only hear the man in the mask.

"Tonight, behind the hall where you are"