Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

"... Senior Alex"

The holding room given for the athlete after the simulation.

It was a space reserved for just one person, but a young man with a harsh look on his face there presents himself.

"I wonder what's wrong, Aince. You look so scared. I was gonna play a game that didn't discredit Clarice."

Alex, who sees a blonde young man as his own superior, says so in a calm manner with a thin grin.

But the words returned were extremely short inquiries that ignored the context.

"Did the seniors know?

"I don't know what... I don't know anymore. Yeah, I noticed him the other night at the festival."

The moment that Alex's answer is spoken, Ains bites his lower lip hard. And as it were, he inquired in a strong tone towards the person he would normally never clog.

"Why... why didn't you tell me!

Eince's frustration, which rarely appears.

Alex was slightly surprised that he was hit directly from the front.

But when I think of the relationship between the young man in front of me and the masked man who had just finished fighting, I immediately reconsider that it was not impossible either. That's why he uttered just a few mean words.

"Let's hear the opposite, how did you need to know?

"Huh?"

In Alex's words, Aynce unwittingly gives a punctuated look.

But towards him like that, Alex went on to overlap words without any consideration.

"Aynce. Maybe you're at a big branch right now. Are you aware of that?

"Branch point… is it"

"Oh, branches. I mean, as one of the four Grand Dukes, and acting as Minister of War, are you going to pull Clarice with your own hands, or are you going to have to rely on someone to walk in the future?"

The meaning of the word Alex is saying, it was also immediately understandable to Eince. In other words, while he stands almost at the top of the military, he is still asking if he will rely on that person.

But on the contrary, Aince remembered one question in response to the inquiry.

That means that this kind of inquiry is not at all Alex-like.

Yes, if you're a red-haired man in front of you, you don't have to talk about this kind of inquiry, you simply prefer to encourage action.

That's why he got here. He got to one fact.

That is to say, this inquiry itself is something that came out of the head of a certain brunette.

"Senior Alex. The word now is from that guy, not from you, isn't it? I mean, the seniors asked me to... no, stand alone against Clarice?

In response to that word emanating from Aynce's mouth, Alex erases the grin of his mouth for a moment. After a few moments, however, he returned to a joyful grin unlike earlier.

"Hehe. You're sharper, Eince."

"I understand. I've spent more time with him than you two have."

Understanding that his own answer was more than the expectations of the man in front of him, Aynce speaks that way somewhat proudly, even as he drops his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Alex nodded loudly at him like that and opened his mouth slowly again.

"Well... well, as you can imagine. And if you noticed him, that's all he ever asked me to tell him." Take my presence out of sight and make the choices that seem best to Clarice, "this is his message to you."

"For Clarice, what is considered the best behavior…"

Taking a message from Alex, Eince thinks quietly on the spot with her hands on her chin.

Then, towards him like that, Alex spoke quietly.

"Oh, it's just the best for Clarice. That's what he wants from you. Perhaps he's trying to paint a very large picture. It's the West of this continent... No, it could be from looking over the whole continent"

I just mouthed it that far, and once Alex exhaled small.

He realizes that what he is saying is normal, uninterrupted, and without clapping. But if he was his best friend to know, Alex had a strange certainty that he probably thought that far, as a matter of course.

That's why he opens his mouth again to tell the junior in front of him the role his best friend would expect.

"Except, Eince. No matter how he is, it is a substitute that cannot be painted alone. I think that's why he presupposes having some of that painting painted by you. You know what this means?

"... in short, let me meet that guy's impossible challenges as usual, right? I know, it's been a mess."

Though I dared to sarcastically say it, that was not the essence of Eince. Because he understood his trust in himself, he was, in his heart, prepared to live up to his expectations.

If I tried Alex, I'd know exactly what Aince meant like that. That is why he speaks of the role entrusted to the youth in front of him, just in case.

"Heh, that's fine. Until now, however, you have only served to paint. [M] But from this time on, his lower painting doesn't exist. I mean, everything you're in charge of, you draw it off."

"Am I the one who..."

"Oh, how about that? Don't you regret realizing he exists, honestly?

Towards Aynce, who showed only slight confusion, Alex makes a clear inquiry of the answer.

Then, as he expected, a powerful response was given from Aince's mouth, who retightened his expression.

"I won't, of course. I can't believe I regret it."

"Hmm... that means you're confident you'll live up to his trust."

"Naturally. Otherwise, the first disciple of a hero cannot speak very much."

Aince's smile that everyone would fall in love with if she were a woman.

In a way, Alex understands the inside of it more deeply than anyone else when he sees his grin unwittingly. And so, when he narrowed his thin fox eyes even further, he nodded one big satisfactorily.

"Fine. I'll help you paint on the canvas for a while, too."

"Is that okay?

"You haven't told him no. Besides, isn't it natural for the Undersecretary of the Army Department to help deputize for the Minister of Military Affairs?

Alex lets his shoulders shrug like nothing while he spreads his hands to the left and right.

Collaboration of swordsmen more comfortable than anyone else.

Ace proclaims his gratitude, which can be said, to be exalted toward someone who is not here.

"... thank you, Senior Alex. Then let's just say I show it to that guy at best. Clarice's future more than he can draw."

Ministry of Foreign Affairs, located almost in the centre of the Republic of Kisretin.

In a room provided on the top floor, Hamze was pouring the amber fluid he had hidden inside the room into his throat without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, Minister. I just got a visitor..."

The voices of the guards emanating from outside the room along with the knocks are clearly full of tension.

Of course, it was unavoidable for two reasons.

One of them was just after Hamze told him not to let anyone through in a strong tone when entering the ministerial office.

That's why Hamze yelled out of the room with an irresistible voice that couldn't hide his grump.

"Fool, he said he was a visitor at this hour. Didn't I just tell you to leave me alone earlier? First of all, I'm no longer in the mood to see people today."

"Could you bend over there and manage to meet me and do it? Mr. Hamze."

The door opened without confirming Hamze's consent.

From there it was the man whom he admired most in this country.

So Hamze sees him with a long beard, and hastily fixes his abode.

"Thank you for your patience. Please come in."

"Oh, no, no, take it easy. For today, I've been able to understand the inconvenience. Besides, I'm supposed to be in epidemiological care right now. It might be a little problematic to be here."

The old man, accumulating a long mustache, slowly shakes his neck to the left and right with the appearance of an agitated, hidden hamze in his eyes. And as it stood, sitting in a nearby chair, he opened his mouth again as he put his feet together.

"But it was a really nice spectacle. Didn't you think so?

"Yes, were you there!?"

"Yeah, mix it up in the general guest seats. I asked the young man sitting next to me to split the raw ale. Hehe, it was a very valuable experience."

The man laughs happily as he strokes his beard.

Meanwhile, the man in front of him was coming to the Colosseum and so on. It was entirely about water in his sleeping ear, and Hamze gave him a bewildered look.

"I said it was a pleasure and I had a seat I should have had if you'd told me... but wasn't it offensive this time?

"Uncomfortable? What the hell are you talking about"

"As you can see, it's that ugly state of Ufena"

My bowels boil back just to remember, and Hamze narrows her voice, somehow telling her that's all.

But the man in front of Hamze let him smile bitterly at the look of it.

"That's crazy. I don't remember seeing anything like that. I just remember letting you watch a really great fight."

"Excellent......? But the result will be the worst part. The citizens on their way home told the whole story."

Even though it was because of cowardly moves, audience dissatisfaction was so depressed that the defeat of Ufena, the representative of Kisletin, before the Rhindle delegate, could result in a slight riot.

There was a skirmish everywhere that had liquor in it, and the target of the eight wins is even directed at soldiers who were guarding the Colosseum. As a result, more than dozens of citizens were injured and several times as many arrests occurred.

If, after the battle, the masked man hadn't carried the unconscious Ufena in charge, it wouldn't have been strange if there had been a riot, he believes.

And so Hamze was intuitive about one fact with his skin.

That the defeat of this day could be a seed with harsh consequences for the current regime.

But the man with the beard, despite being a cabinet member of the current regime, uttered a statement as if it were every other person.

"Hmm, if your citizens' grievances were directed to the regime, it could certainly be considered the worst as a member of the Cabinet. But that's just a distraction from the point of view of Tomiel's cabinet. In other words, if you change your perspective slightly, a completely different interpretation will be made. Do you understand what I'm trying to say, Mr. Hamze?"

"Well, that's what you're saying after the fall of the current administration... is that what you're saying?

A statement that is part of the current cabinet but too bold.

Hamze, hearing it, asks so with a trembling voice.

Then, without showing any stray, the man's neck in front of him was shaken vertically.

"Hehe, even though we are members of the opposition, the ultimate responsibility for all this lies with Mr. Tomiel and the Movement for Democratic Reform. If they're different, we can help them and put them on their backs. Isn't that easy?"

"I see… we must avoid spearheads."

"Exactly. Being dissatisfied with us is synonymous with being dissatisfied with our God. Unfortunately, that is not acceptable. It is an unforgivable story of those who live in a nation about Kisletin desecrating our God. Because they are nothing but a gift to God."

"... Yes. You're right, sir."

Impelled by the madness of a glimpse from the man in front of him, Hamze replies with trembling.

Then the man with the beard laughed lightly as he distorted his cheeks.

"Ha, well, what you think of this country is never a bad thing in itself. Soon this country will be dedicated to our God. Because the offering for this must be in the best possible condition. Okay, well, that's okay, did you notice it was time?

"Have you noticed? What the hell are you doing?

It's about our enemies.

It's changed from a tolerant tone until then, and the man speaks so with a sticky voice.

As soon as I did, Hamze's expression just changed.

"Shh, wait a minute. What the hell does that mean!

"... weren't you guys thinly suspicious too? About that masked man."

That word refers to a particular person who popped out of the man's mouth in front of him.

The moment he hears it, Hamze realizes that when he pales his face, he was stuck with the facts in one.

"No way...... then what's in him!

"Yeah. But just as I noticed his presence, it would be about time he noticed me, too. No, maybe you went out of your way to use King Rhindle to get that exploration in."

"... that man... I mean, they say the man in the mask is the mediator?

The other mediator has already disappeared, and there is only one that exists.

Hamze once again asks if one of its last and most famous figures in the western part of the continent in recent years hides its face under that mask.

And the question was to be lightly affirmed by the person in front of him.

"Exactly. Think calmly. Ufena, there are no such things as the one who defeats you unarmed, or anyone else who thinks of you except the successor of the sword witch. Different?

"That's why he wants to see Fox Leorgaard..."

Hamze will throw up the name of the troublemaker sitting in this country who wants to die as soon as possible if he can.

Taking that, the bearded man just nodded loudly that he was right.

"Hmm, it seems you finally understand the situation, too."

"… let's do it. Do you want to secretly kill me?

Now that I understood the truth, as Hamze, I had no reason to hesitate. And that's why we search first and foremost for illegal means without getting lost.

Even if the truth he arrived at was false, the more I thought it would be better to confirm after killing him, the more enemies he was going to oppose were the ones he should strike his hands on as soon as possible.

But the man in front of him laughs lightly at Hamze's suggestion, which he speaks with a serious expression.

"How about the Intelligence Department, who can beat you with no hands? It would be a fancy project to mobilize so many people."

"But..."

Hamze quickly understood that the denial material was scarce, even though he could inadvertently utter objections.

It has already been investigated that the masked man did not even have any hands on the food or even the water, even at the eve of the festival. It was necessary to mobilise as many personnel as could surely kill him than it was difficult to poison him.

But surely, as the man in front of you says, the opponent is the man who defeated Yingjie in this country with no hands. Therefore, given the personnel needed to kill it, it was clear that it would certainly cease to be a silo thing that could be called a stabbing, etc.

Meanwhile, the man in front of him gives instructions to Hamze, who has been silenced, in a mild tone.

"Mr. Hamze, now you just have to keep him swimming. Rather, it would be a good opportunity to get rid of the worms."

"Bug..."

"Yes. We must give death to those who are avengers to our God equally. And around the mediator, there must be a particular gathering of infidels avenging God. That's why you shouldn't fail to keep an eye on him and those who approach him. Until then, I offer this country to our Lord."

"Ha, everything as directed by Master Kettis"

To say so, Hamze is the Minister of Military Affairs of this country, and drifts his head deeply toward Cardinal Kettis Esteheim of the United Religious Front.

Taking the trick with a gentle nod, Kettis smiled joyfully.

"Now, let's just say we watch you dance on our palms and go crazy until the time of your promise. To the foolish Tomiel, the brainless men of every country who showed up in the Western Conference, and our hateful mediator, Yui Istarz."