Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Half a day northbound by carriage from Milanir, capital of Kisletin.

Ain happily stretched one back as he relaxed down the idyllic path in the mountains.

"Hey, it's still something calmer in the country. The lack of people's hustle and bustle is amazing."

"Even when I was in Milanir, I felt almost drawn to the mansion, except when I was escorting?

Hearing Ein speak, Fermu, who was put on the carriage, speaks unexpectedly.

But the man in front of him shook the boom and his neck to the left and right, just as absurdly.

"No, no, what are you talking about? Look, just listen a little naturally. The whimpering sound of wild birds, and the spiral of streams. By comparison, even if you were in the mansion, you were in an extremely bad noise environment."

"Ha... but are you really glad you threw out your escort job?

I was not convinced by anything, but Fermu, who understood that it would be useless to defend himself with this hand topic from his previous relationship, turns the subject as he exhales.

Kayla's escort? Basically, if you leave it to Mr. Malfez, he'll be fine. "

"Of course I don't think I have a problem escorting General Malfes. But... I thought it would be more convenient for you to have a teacher at the meeting."

"Ha, I know what you're trying to say somehow, but I'm not an advisor, I'm just one of the escorts,"

"It's superficial."

Towards Ain, who spoke of Pre-Construction, Fermu, who already correctly understands the identity of the man in front of him and his ability to do so, points out so, as if he were frightened.

Ain then scratched his head and no longer denied his words.

"Sort of. But the debate that is currently taking place around bureaucrats in various countries is mainly about the coordination of interests in business transactions and residents' mobility. In fact, the area around it is closed with the negotiations we originally had before this meeting began. Well, to that extent, diplomats from every country are excellent."

"So the debate in the Western Conference is a useless long one and?

"That's not true. Format and foiling are important things in the world. Besides, on the last day there will be the formulation of a draft agreement. As far as that is concerned, this country will be planning to put together a whole story. Then you'll probably try to avoid useless trouble this time of year."

Formulation of the draft agreement to take place on the last day of the Western Conference.

This is exactly what we can call a Western Conference liver event.

This Western Conference has basically been the subject of an agreement against the Empire since its inception, and the significance of an agreement to clarify the responsibilities and policies of each country vis-à-vis his country has been enormous.

And so far, with regard to the agreement, the idea of the three countries of the former Republic of Kiemerte continues to be reflected by the number of violence in the name of majority voting.

Neither has the kingdom of Claris, which is most excluded there, ever expressed opposition to the intention of Kisletin, the ruler of a substantial Western conference, since he cannot fight the empire alone.

Not to mention the fact that the Rhine Dollar is sometimes not adjacent to the Empire and has not shown that much more interest than it did in the draft agreements that each country attaches importance to.

"I see. But this draft agreement, will it still matter against the Empire as usual?

"Well, basically it's a conference for the anti-empire and a draft agreement. Originally sequestering his country, and one day overthrowing it, is Kisletin's woe. So I guess it's impossible for them to argue hardship theory in front of an empire that's less powerful than before. Anyway, we're not holding the next election."

"Is Election…"

He was also born into a royal state, a relatively unfamiliar word, but Fermu did not make a very good impression on its political methods.

Then Ein shrugs her shoulders gently, looking through his insides like that.

"Well, democracy is important for popularity. Creating a common enemy for all is indispensable for a smooth administration. And it's nothing good or bad in itself."

"Do you want to make enemies?

"Oh. Politics that only do the right thing. That kind of thing is just an airborne theory on the desk, no, it could be less. Because only the number of people, the right ones exist. If so, it is the mission of those who preside over politics to move the country in a direction that is not detrimental to a relatively large majority of people. That's as smooth as you can get."

In response to Ein's explanation, although Ferm did not pin too much, he only manages to understand what he wants to claim.

"If we fail to proceed smoothly, that is, if politics has subsided, that the country will stagnate and the vast majority of people will be at a disadvantage?

"I guess that's roughly the place. Just dramatically, and drastically, it's not always the right thing to do. If that's the case, then Reindor, Clarice, and imperial-like kingdoms and imperial states should be the perfect political system. But if you compare it with a line dollar, when it comes to whether Murasene's political system was good, realistically it never is."

"Yeah, that's certainly true"

With Ain's metaphor, Fermu recalls the Muracene period, arguably the Dark Period, with immediate approval.

"Well, whatever the political form, I wish people living under it were happy. And if you come to me, a researcher, with a lot of money going around, you have nothing to say."

"If I didn't say that, I could honestly say it's a good story, but I don't know... anyway, I found that if I could get popular support in any system, the country would turn well"

"Oh. And try not to cause strife within the state as much as possible, but to unify the will of the people. For this reason, creating a virtual enemy is an extremely effective means. Most importantly, this isn't just a democracy, it's the same with the Rhinestone. We seek to integrate the state, for example, by breaking the Murasene, the former prime minister, as evil. This is also an extremely important and beneficial instrument. Aside from whether it's true or not."

That's what Ain says as he sticks one index finger up.

Then, soon, Fermu gave him a look of surprise.

"Um... isn't it extremely natural that the truth and nothing, the mura scene, is evil?

"Something good or bad is extremely relative. For the vast majority of the line-dollar folk at the time, he was certainly evil. But if you tried it on his men, you might not have. In other words, it's a question of how to put perspective."

"I very much don't think it's what those who actually defeated the mura scene said..."

Although he understands who the person in front of him is, Ferm therefore finds the explanation uncomfortable.

But the man in front of me smiled bitterly at his remarks like that.

"Who the hell is that about? I'm Ain Gotch now. I am to have never met the Chancellor. At least that's the way it's set now."

"Setting..."

"Ha, but well to get back to business, some of his child soldiers couldn't have had a life without him. Some of them may have been able to give milk to their children because he hired them in. Of course, there would have been a lot of things that didn't, and I have no intention of affirming the murky scene. However, depending on where you put your perspective, the way you look at things can easily change. Remember, there's probably nothing wrong with that."

That's what Ain says as he spreads his hands to the left and right.

Fermu then said one question as he nodded.

"I know what you want me to say. But on top of that, you've been defeated."

"So... okay. Anyway, I don't know what you're talking about, but that was what I needed then, and that was right. That's all there is to it."

When Ain says so, he shifts his gaze to the view outside just saying he's done with this story.

Salvazza, north of Milanir.

That was this desirable destination, as well as the land where the people they meet lived.

"It's about time, though."

"Oh. There are innocent people standing, so maybe that settlement is"

In the wake of Fermu's voice, Ain points to the small countryside that looks forward.

A dozen or so small houses were densely housed there at equal intervals, and a small number of soldiers were on guard as they surrounded the outer edge of the village.

"You mean just the village where Master Fox lives. But are you really glad you brought it up with dignity even though you might have their eyes?

"That?"

Not knowing what Ferm is referring to, Ain tilts his neck gently.

The young man in front of him then moved that gaze into a long wrap that stood in the corner of the carriage.

"Of course it's the teacher's knife."

"I see... you mean this guy. No, it was one of my goals to bring this guy. It's not like there's any other reason, but if you don't bring it, we won't talk about it."

"Can't we talk?

Ferm, who didn't know what Ain's mouthed word meant, gives a strange look.

"Oh, I'm meeting Fox's grandfather because of this. We need to get ready."

"Are you ready? I mean, that Fox teacher is your grandfather... Doctor, do you really understand? It's one of those four great sages in this village!

Ein's bare gesture as if he didn't understand the importance of the person he was going to meet. Seeing it, Fermu accidentally vandalized his voice.

Fox Leorgaard.

The figure, also known as the Restorator, was one of the only four wise men on the continent whose existence is now publicly confirmed.

The title Four Wise Men of the Continent, which must follow in representing him, was given to the four magicians who prevented the spread of the tragedy in the disappearance of the Kingdom of Burgunt, also known as the tragedy of Nortraben.

One lost its existence after the incident, and another, the Magic King of earlier generations, left the world by illness. Another man, using his old name, continues his research away from the secular in one of the rooms of the Kingdom of Clarice.

Thus, although he lives in his beloved hometown rather than in the capital, Fox Leorgaard was still the only one publicly exposed to the figure.

"There's no Fox's grandfather... well, I guess if he asks me if I'm a great guy, I'm just a freak to be honest"

"Oh already, this is why the teacher... What do you think of one of the Four Sages of the Continent!

I fully understood that the person in front of me was not normal. And so is that connection.

But in advance of his remarks as if to crush his dreams and yearnings, Fermu couldn't help but show his anger.

"No, even if I say the Four Majors, there's only two of us alive. I don't know what Carla Mysmu of the deceased filament was like, but the two that remain now, they're both quite strangers. Fox's grandfather will know as soon as he sees him, rather than stick around."

"Normally, it's incredible, but from the mouthfeel of it... are you still acquainted..."

"I'm talking about when I was little. But you probably haven't changed at all."

When he said so, Ain scratched his head slowly. Then the act shifts the blonde wig, and he rushes to set it back.

Seeing that pitiful series of actions, Ferm sighed deeply.

"Somehow, when I'm with a teacher, my longing breaks down one after the other."

"Admire?"

"Yes, I didn't know General Malfes was such a fancy person, nor did I think that His Majesty the King was the kind of person who would pretend to be a student and speak up. Besides..."

When Ferm stops the words there, he turns his gaze to the man in front of him.

But the person who was caught in that gaze did not even show a bare gesture of concern at all, but only reacted to the fact that the carriage had stopped.

"Whoa, apparently we're here. Now let's go down."

When he says so, Ain opens the door and gets off the carriage sully. And after asking the man of the carriage to stay on this occasion, he made one great stretch.

"Phew, I knew the country roads would hold up. My body hurts."

"Isn't it because you're old, Doctor?

With his own hands, Ain began to loosen his shoulders, and Fermu mumbled like that.

Then Ain's hand movement stopped perfectly.

"Age... I'm not old enough to be told."

"... Could it be that you care?

Ferm noticed that a man who usually showed no upset over rare things obviously raised his voice. He therefore reflects that he has just overstated it.

Meanwhile, he turned to him like that, and Ain quickly uttered a denial as he cramped his cheek.

"Ha, that's not true. But, well, I'm only a little older than you, so it's true I'm a little tired. So you, young man, find Grandpa Fox's house. Salary."

"Uh... well, sure, fine"

He takes it for granted from his own point of view that he should be asked to do a little errand.

But the mouthfeel of Ain earlier was sometime flat, and Fermu therefore remembered a slight hook.

But he walks out of the carriage parked in the middle of the small countryside for no definite reason.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?

Ferm's voice echoes all around him.

The soldiers who were guarding this village are positioned dotted quite far away, and if you're going to ask that far, it's quicker to head back to the carriage. That is why he sought to visit Fox's place to the inhabitants of this village.

Unfortunately, however, there was no one around to react to his voice.

"That's crazy. I don't know why people don't see me when I have a house and how I live."

Just looking around a short distance from the carriage, Fermu leans his neck unexpectedly.

And then he turned some corners, and suddenly a young youth's voice slapped his tympanic membrane from behind him as he moved away from the carriage and came almost as close to the outskirts of the settlement.

"Brother there. You're the face I don't see around here. Who the hell is that?

Sometimes he was walking around, and Fermu, who didn't think he could call someone, etc., almost accidentally slipped out of his hips.

But on the brink, he calmed down somehow and looked back in a hurry.

Then he captured in his sight the sight of a beautiful young man, unlike him in such a rural area, standing scratching up his silver hair.

"Uh, do you mean me, brother?

Turning to youths who looked younger than themselves, such as in their late teens, Fermu asked as he pointed to himself, as he confirmed.

"Oh, yeah. You're the one in the carriage that just walked into the village. It's unusual for people to come to this village from outside. I wonder where the hell you're from."

"Eh, I'm from the Rhindle myself. Even so, I'm staying in Milanir now..."

"Heh, that's from afar. But why bother in one country like this?

Heading to the ferm where he still can't hide his confusion, the beautiful young man of good stature continues to inquire as soon as he succeeds.

"My teacher really wants to meet the great sage. Speaking of which, have you heard anything from the government of this country to the village?

"No, you've never heard of me contacting you like that in particular. But by" teacher, "I wonder who the hell you mean?

In one word that Fermu uttered, youth show more interest than ever.

Then, thinking it was a lack of explanation, Ferm immediately added an explanation.

"Oh. He's my college teacher. I'm the one who came to this village with you... so don't you know where Master Fox is?

"Hmm, I can tell you... one thing before that. Are you sure your teacher is the masked uncle who came with you in the carriage earlier?

"Uncle...... if the teacher asks, he'll be shocked again"

Based on Ain's reaction earlier, Ferm was sure he cared about his age. He therefore smiles unexpectedly at the words of the youth.

"Ha, because adults are delicate around those ages. But when he comes to visit, do I have to deal with him... okay, show him around?"

"Uh... uh"

To the words of a sudden youth, Fermu shows confusion.

Then, as if to reassure him, the young man made Nicole smile.

"No, because I'm going to show you two around. You can't just go around the village like this."

"Yeah. That's true..."

Behind the young man's smile, Fermu remembered something unspeakable and uncomfortable.

But it is also true that there are no other options in the present situation, and he slowly walks towards the heart of a village with carriages in a way that leads the youth.

Thus, just before turning the last bend to reach the centre of the village, one question arose behind Fermu's brain.

"Speaking of which, you. You said uncle about the teacher."

"Oh. From what we can tell, I don't think it's weird to be called uncle."

"Why did you think that?

"Huh?"

In response to Ferm's inquiry, which suddenly stopped his leg, the young man tilts his neck gently.

Fermu then turned to the youth and reached for the sword he had laid on his hips.

"You said so yourself. A masked uncle. Why does uncle say anything to a teacher who's hiding more than half his face from us?

"Ha, that's because you call him a teacher."

The young man, suddenly turned to suspicion, argues so with his hands wide, left and right.

But the look and suspicion of Fermu never cleared up in those words.

"Sure, I won't deny that possibility. But a teacher might be an older person. But in your mouth, there was obvious certainty about the person inside."

"Hmm... sixty points, I guess. Seems more able to teach people things than their mothers"

"... who are you? He's trying to get me to go to my teacher for what purpose."

The person in front of you is by no means credible enough.

Yes, Fermu concluded. That's why he pulls out his sword and puts it in front of him at the same time as the inquiry.

"Whoa, whoa, I guess this is a reduction. Whatever the noise is, do it. At least I'm not going to hurt you."

When the young man says so, he smiles nicely at the ferm.

With that grin in his eyes, Fermu intuitively understood one danger, although none existed on which to base.

In other words, the young people in front of them are far higher than they are proud that there is no one to go right in the same age in the line dollar.

"Well, apparently you're not trying to judge me by my appearance. Wonderful. I'll give you about five points to rate you."

"Oh well, I was wondering where you were eating the roadgrass... I thought that would happen, but is that an indication? Playing with young people is not a very good hobby."

A slightly tired voice released from the rear of the ferm, as if to echo the youth's words.

The moment he heard it, the youth happily hoisted the right corner of his mouth.

"Heh heh, you think I'm the one who's gonna give him a fling, so you sent him out, didn't you? Anyway, it's been a long time. Yui."

"Yeah, welcome. But it's brilliantly the same as it used to be. Fox's grandfather."

That's what Ain says as he exhales one sigh.

person reflected in his sight.

It was Fox Leorgaard the person who remained youthful like a youth, the same as when he saw it at an early age or something.