Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

"That's exactly what a bucket is. So you were right, Minister of Agriculture and Commerce, Fatteson."

A corner of a special seat set a step higher than the general audience seats.

Hamze, Kisletin's foreign affairs minister, who had anticipated an overwhelming difference in power, whispers praise Fatteson, the farmer and commerce minister who did the fine work of the lottery, as delegations from countries who saw the earlier battle gave him a startling look.

"No, of course, Ufena. I thought I shouldn't have scratched your name, but that's just about it..."

"Oh...... just a shame, no matter how strong you are as an individual, the battle is number. Not everyone can fight like him for leading Clarice's army"

"That's right..."

It is true that what Hamze says is true.

Still, in the eyes of an overwhelming difference in skill, Fatteson could not honestly nod.

Hamze, on the other hand, who sees such a upset of him, places his hand gently on his shoulder.

"Well, calm down. If you interfere with our army, it won't even be a battle for the Clarice army. If you polarize about it, you don't have to think about fighting him if you don't fight Clarice. We'll leave that to the Foreign Office."

"... Indeed. With the help of our country, there's no problem with how there was one bucket."

Remembering that there was an overwhelming difference in national power, Fatteson, who managed to calm his feelings, takes a big deep breath there once. And again, he switched his mind.

"Foreign Minister Hamze, by the way. Did you find out the identity of the man in the mask in the example who is the representative of Rhindle?

"… the inquiry means that even the First Intelligence Department has not been able to wash it yet."

Hamze's words and expression.

It implied one answer to Fatteson.

In other words, the fact that Hamze, who leads the Second Intelligence Department, has not yet been able to wash a masked man by the name of Ain.

Consequently, they are almost simultaneously determined to engage in unusual interactions.

"Yeah. Apparently, it turns out there's a researcher from another country with the same last name at the Royal University of Rhindle."

"Researcher? That's information we don't even know about. What we know in our department is that the man was a direct nominee to King Rhindle and took part in this Western conference."

As an organization, the information held by the first and second intelligence units, which are friends of the dog monkeys, is presented while being held hostage by each other.

We understood to each other that there was room for thought as to whether the information told by their mouths was true, but we thought that we should now trust each of them more than they were at the heart of the regime.

That's why Fatteson provides Hamze with extreme information.

"Well, that would be interesting."

"Funny? What?

"It's a story we grasped, that Zhu and the masked man earlier may have made contact"

"Hey, what? Is that true!

Information that you haven't grasped yourself and you can't miss hearing.

That's what popped out of Fatteson's mouth, and Hamze accidentally showed upset.

"It's only possible. But on the eve of the festival, we saw some kind of interaction between them."

"Interact...... but that's all, don't feel hard to say you made contact"

"No, this is not the only story. After the night before that festival, Zhu is headed somewhere from the mansion that Clarice is renting out at night after he stopped beating all our intelligence agents who were watching him. Moreover, on the same day, the guards of the old Connique mansion, used by the Rhindle, had been stunned without making a single sound. Is this a coincidence?

When Fatteson says so, he peeks at the look on Hamze's face in front of him.

I almost accidentally tongued with that slightly proud look in my eyes, but Hamze barely stomped over.

"I see, that's an interesting story. If that's all you did, you might only be around Zhu."

"Yeah. Normally, I'd just like to laugh him off, based on the assumption that he had just passed out the watchman and guard by himself. But don't let that skill fascinate you..."

When he said so, Fatteson unwittingly shook his head to the left and right.

On the other hand, I didn't know how he felt like that, but Hamze couldn't honestly nod to that view.

"Just Lord Fatteson. It's an interesting story, but don't even think it's a little too much of a leap forward to just say the two of you made contact right now. Even if it was Zhu who uncovered the guards at Connique Mansion, that purpose would not necessarily be to make contact with the masked man. Assuming the night before the festival contact was true."

"Maybe. But for the purpose of making contact with the Rhindle, would you stop beating the guards? Doesn't seem like it to me. If so, I tried to meet a masked man who was more acquainted with me than before for some purpose. And the masked man is just as disobedient to the Rhindle as Zhu... I think you can understand that this kind of prediction will come about. Of course, the contents of the masked man are based on the assumption that he is a researcher from another country at Royal Rhindle University."

I understand, of course, that it is a Fatteson and just one of the possibilities that are innumerable. But something like the survey that led him to this status warned him that the man in the mask, not just Alex the Zhu, was dangerous.

Hamze, on the other hand, far more realistic than Fatteson, shy away from the man in front of him and does not laugh with his nose. But it was his conclusion that the more hypotheses overlapped, the farther away from the truth.

"Hmm. No, it's an interesting story with the wings of my imagination spread. However, most of the conversation is not based on reasoning and ill-founded information... Let's put the conclusion on hold for now. I'm sure Ufena-kun will reveal the identity of the masked man in the battle that begins now."

"... right. If you know your face, it's easier to gather information. It's certainly not too late to see the man's face."

With that mouth, Fatteson turns his gaze to the center of the colloquium.

Then there was an incredible man there, one big man who was still trying to start fighting and who, even on this occasion, remained wearing a visionary mask.

"Are you ready, you masked man?

That's what Ufena asks, seeing a man slowly walking in front of her, with a skinny rapier in his hand.

But when the masked man slightly distorted his mouth, he let him gently shrug his shoulders.

"Hmm, don't you say a reply...? Or I wonder if I can utter words. Well, let's try to get you thinking up there about the hard stuff. I'm just doing everything I can to help you."

With that mouth, Ufena holds the sword of love with both hands as huge as his height.

"Two-handed sword... though flamberge in terms of shape"

A special sword, also known in the Empire as Flamberg, etc., because of its fullness, which looks as if the flames are loosening.

Ain with that in his eyes squeals so unexpectedly with mild surprise.

Ufena, on the other hand, hearing that faint twinkle, laughed with unexpected pleasure.

"Well, does your lord know this guy? Give me this flamberge."

Ufena asks Ein that as she turns her interesting gaze.

But the masked man moves the glimpse of his mouth only slightly. I mean, there was no voice coming out of his vocal cords again.

"Hehe, sman. No, if you're going to fight a puppet opponent, be happy because it's something you miss. No more words, let's say from here we speak with each other's swords."

When said so, Ufena re-grips her two-handed sword. And once he exhaled small, he was slashed to Ain with a single flying leg.

"Whoa, fast!

Ein accidentally spills words of admiration at that speed, which does not suit the giant. And the moment he felt the danger and threw the body to the side, in the space where he existed until earlier, a sword with enormous mass swung down as if to cut off the space.

"Well, that's a good response. But you can't win just by running away!

Ufena, who sees Ain't dodging, rather gladly loosens her mouth. And I didn't put my hair in for a while, and aiming at Ain, who was losing his posture, I paid off a blow of horizontal giraffe.

An approaching silver waved blade.

But Ain, anticipating the blow of that pursuit, dares to sink his body into the ground and dodge it at the rind.

"Shit, did you get rid of this too!

Ufena, also dodged by a second blow, waves off her two-handed sword, while at the same time unwittingly striking her tongue. In other words, I understood that it gave Ein a chance to fight back, but it was late.

And Ain't got no hair in between, Ain't Rapier brilliant.

The audience accidentally cheered on that sight, which they had not expected at all.

Unlike earlier battles, it was because he felt that there would be a great madness against Ufena, his destiny.

But the cheer is repainted into a different cry in an instant.

It was completely unexpected behavior by Ufena.

Instead of dodging, he pushed forward against the Rapier's thrust of his own shoulder glance.

"Become!"

At the next moment, the Rapier in Ain's hand comes into contact with Ufena.

But not the shoulder he was after, but the belly.

At the next moment, his rapiers made a dull noise and bent over.

"Hehe, this is what happens because you bring in such a liturgical weapon or something. Though it's branded a mock war, this is a battlefield. At least I'm fighting with that intention. That's why we need you to be careful enough to plant a plate in your belly and take it for granted."

Ufena, who regarded it as having already had a battle, wants to lighten her own belly when she takes one hand away from the sword. Then a blunt sound called Concon echoed around.

"... I see. Seemed a little sweet."

When he says so, Ain sighs out small. But he rearranged Rapier, who remained crooked.

"Dude, so you're still gonna fight? Unless the other person is a baby, but this is me in front of you. There's nothing wrong with that. Surrender."

Ufena suggests so while showing some spare time, showing a slightly frightened appearance.

But I never showed Ain's bare gesture of lowering Rapier.

"Are you really going to keep going? Then I have no choice. I don't know about courage and recklessness, but let's just pay tribute to that determination."

That being said, when he regained his two-handed sword, Ufena straightened to Ain and reassembled it.

And no longer hesitating, he turns to him and tries to wield the blow of the horizontal giraffe with momentum that should also be called atrocity.

A blow with a constant determination to kill the man in front of you.

But the blow never raised the masked man's bloodshed.

Because Ufena felt an unexpected shock and couldn't help but stop the sword she wielded.

Yes, that was because Rapier, thrown by the man in front of him, hit him straight in the hand.

"Ki, you, what!

Soon Ufena tries to squeeze her sword back together and wave it to Ain again.

But that moment, slightly out of sight, the masked man was disappearing from his sight as if he were a ghost.

And the next moment, when he feels an impact on both legs, heaven and earth flip over and strike him hard in the back of the head.

What Ufena saw just before she struck her body on the earth.

It was from a low position as if sinking into the ground, the figure of a masked man who had finished releasing the foot payment in the form of a rotating body.