Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

"So are there any more objections to the arrangements regarding national tariffs after next fiscal year?

To put it that way, President Tomiel of Kisletin, who chairs, looks around at the people in the conference room.

And I smiled satisfied when I made sure no one spoke or raised my hand.

"Well, that basically brings us to the end of all scheduled cases."

"So long, President Tomiel. Shall we get down to business?"

This has been the case almost continuously, with the exception of the case concerning Demon Stone, but today's proceedings were all as the national bureaucrats had met beforehand.

That is why Shadovi of the Union of Cross Veneers, tired of the boring meeting of merely confirming and acknowledging, hastened Tomiel to bring the meeting to an end quickly.

In the wake of that statement, which openly gives a glimpse of the inside, Tomiel grins bitterly, nodding loudly all the time that he finds out.

However, unexpected voices were uttered from such unexpected directions.

"Could you please wait a moment?

The representatives of the nations who were present at that meeting and the men who refrain behind them turn their sights simultaneously to the Lord of the Voice.

And they immediately put the slightly dull blonde youth in their sight.

"Well, King Kayla. What the hell is that? The only thing left to plan is to sign the draft agreement."

Shadvi, who hates trouble, turns his frustrating voice to Kyle faster than Tomiel, the chancellor.

Then Kyle opened that mouth with a bitter smile, sorry.

"Yeah. I understand that. But before that, there was an urgent proposal from my Rhindle."

"Urgent proposal… I haven't heard such a story"

Tomiel, the chairman, says so with a crease between his eyebrows.

That was the case with representatives from other countries, and all those on the spot gave a surprised look.

"I'm sorry. Sure, I don't have it planned, but that's why it's urgent. If we know anything about boulders beforehand, of course, we will present them to you in advance."

"Hmm. Well, in the meantime, can you tell me what you propose?

"Yes. Did it happen sixteen years ago? At the Fourth Western Conference, one resolution was reached. In the shadow of it, we were able to invite to this meeting an irreplaceable friend, the Duchy of Hoshel. Isn't that right?

Upon Tomiel's enquiry, Kyle says so with a soft grin.

Meanwhile, Cordoin of the Duchy of Hoshel, whose name was raised in his own country, affirmed what the youth had said, with his hands on his chin.

"... Yep. My country became one of you at the Fourth Conference with the consent of all nations. But what's wrong with that?

"Yes. So, actually, someone wanted to introduce me to this meeting. I would like to invite that person to this occasion now, would you mind?

"Introduction… What country is it? Anything that was already the Lord of the West was in this meeting.

You're supposed to be in it?

Tomiel, the chancellor, questions Kyle on behalf of him to control everyone he starts bothering.

"Actually, it's this one. Rep. Nanya Dioram, please come in."

Kyle turns to the conference room door and speaks up, yes.

Then, from outside the slowly opened door, a luscious red-haired beauty appeared dressed in a clear, herd-blue dress.

"Ladies and gentlemen, nice to meet you. My name is Nanya Dioram, and I am acting Magic King of the Magic Duchy of Filament."

An impeccable beauty and a soft, graceful smile.

The representatives of the countries who saw that appearance were quickly blinded by her appearance, with a few exceptions.

"Is this the Magic King of Filaments?"

"As I named you earlier, I'm a surrogate, to be precise. The largest conference in the West means that my country has wanted to participate for a long time. So this time, it's up to you to ask King Kayla to come to this place. Was it still an inconvenience?

To Tomiel, upset by the unexpected, Nanya mumbles so much about adding and subtracting nagging while clouding his expression.

As soon as he did, Tomiel shook his head left and right in a panic.

"No, no, no. Your country is also one of us in the western part of the continent. I can't believe it's annoying."

"Is it true? Thank you, Master Tomiel. So you can join our country in the Western Conference."

"No... I can't decide that just because I exist"

With Nanya's soft grin on her face, Tomiel manages to avoid making a clear statement while giving her a troubled look.

Then, at that time, Kyle pinched the word against the two of them.

"What do you say, President Tomiel? Would you like to make a resolution on this occasion? Indeed, during the fourth meeting, your country made an urgent proposal on the first day of the meeting, welcoming the Principality of Hoshel to our company. As you know, the Magic Principality of Filament is well qualified to participate, including in terms of its size and location."

The words and expressions of Kyle were very calm. However, its content in itself was sufficient to upset those in the conference room.

Everywhere indoors, people who can also be called representatives and their brains rush to start a secret conversation in a whisper.

Situations that are not easy to clean up as they are.

In such a fold, a representative of a certain country, who had previously refrained from speaking, slowly rose up and uttered words without hesitation.

"My country agrees greatly. It is also a matter of precedent in the emergency proposal, and it is up to us to consider that the conditions for participation are fully met. As one of us, I would like to welcome the Magical Duchy of Filament."

When the young beautiful man's well-reasoned statement echoes in the conference room, the representatives of each country unexpectedly push to explore each other's expressions. And nature, and everyone's gaze was directed toward Tomiel, the chancellor.

The president, who was to gather the gaze in the conference room all together, asks whispers to his men who refrain behind him.

"Mr. Fatteson...... what do you think?

"There is certainly a precedent. But you have to be careful what this is all about."

The Minister of Agriculture and Commerce, Fatteson, makes such an infusion as he lurks his voice.

Then Tomiel nodded one just to say that he completely agreed, and opened his mouth again.

"Participation in meetings at this time… then the substance is participation only in the draft agreement. Is it possible they're up to something from the point of view of anti-empire?

"I don't know that far. However, Clarice, who has begun and welcomes the magical principality who wishes to participate, is also in a situation alongside the Empire. At least it is true that we need our strength..."

With that much mouth, Fatteson clouds his words.

Then Crewson, who was holding back behind him with a concomitant escort, whispered in Tomiel's ear so that Fatteson wouldn't even hear him.

"President. As far as the draft agreement is concerned, the three countries of the Rhindles will not have a majority in half, trying to do something wrong. So I was wondering if there was a problem. If we reach an equal number in the vote, we can decide on an agreement under the authority of the presidency, and above all, if the example operation is decided, it no longer means anything, such as an agreement. I was wondering if you'd mind accepting this place as it is."

That Crewson's words clearly pointed Tomiel in one direction.

And that's why, when Tomiel smiles at Nicole, he turns to speak with her inside the conference room.

"Here you go. It has been an example before, and my country would like to accept this offer. Does anyone have a problem with that?

The inquiry was synonymous with not allowing speech, at least for two countries of the former Kiemerte descent.

And the participation of the Magical Duchy of Filament in the Western Conference is hereby determined beyond the remaining Rhindles and Clarice being in favor.

"Lord Dioram. We welcome your participation in the further development of the West."

"Is it true? Thank you, President Tomiel. And all the nations."

When Nanya says so, she bows her head with him.

As soon as it happened, applause rolled from the representatives of the nations towards the beauty of the magical principality.

"You're right, we're all welcome. Please, I'll get you a chair right away, so please wait."

"Oh, excuse me. That the chair will be carried, can I just do one more thing before then?

Almost at the same time when Tomiel's instructions are given, Kyle utters words after looking around with him as he rises from his seat.

"What the hell, King Kayla? Are you going to delay the meeting any further?

Distracted by Nanya's beauty, Shadvi, who was immobilizing her gaze, exposes her discomfort to Kyle, who again tries to take care of her.

"Oh, I'm sorry. There was just one thing I said earlier."

"That you were nagging me? What the hell is that?

That's what Tomiel asks as he tilts his neck, listening to Kyle speak.

Then Kyle smiled bitterly and told everyone he didn't dare speak earlier.

"Actually, the other person was asked to introduce me to this meeting."

"The other one?

"Yep. It's this one... please come in"

Kyle talks like that out of the room again.

From the door where all the gaze in the room was thus gathered, a blonde man in a domino mask appeared.

"Ain't Gotch! Isn't this man your escort? Where is the point of introducing the escort?"

This conference hall was a meeting place for representatives from all countries.

Therefore, Shadvi shows frustration at introducing a one-time escort to such a venue and letting time go to waste.

But there was something that reacted differently to him like that.

President Tomiel, chairman of this meeting.

"King Kayla. We have already completed our investigation into who the mask you entered is. On top of that, are you sure you want to consider inviting this person to this place?

"Oh, did you know?

In response to Tomiel's shooting words, Kyle looks somewhat deliberately surprised, inquiring the other way around.

Then, after a gentle snort, Tomiel returned the words with a bitter smile.

"Yes. The city has already held up with the rumors, and most importantly, our national intelligence department is excellent and has an accurate grasp of the face behind the mask. But King Kayla. Not to mention how much Earl Territory he runs, his land is only part of Clarice. Unfortunately, the Count doesn't deserve to be represented at this meeting."

"Well, President Tomiel. Your lord seems to be very familiar with me. Well, it's too much of an underestimation to call me Earl."

"Hey, what... what the hell do you mean, Count Lemuriak?

A low voice emanating from the mouth peeking from the mask.

When he hears it, Tomiel mouths what could be considered the title of the person in it, with a surprising look on his face.

But such his words were to be laughed at with his nose by a masked man. When he gently distorts his mouth, he puts his hands on a mask on his face with an invincible grin.

"Now, with the exception of Nanya and Zhu, this is the first time I've seen you here."

When said so, the man removes the mask and the blonde wig.

What emerged from it was a majestically filled, magnificent face with silver hair.

"Ki, who are you?

The man in front of you is completely different from the appearance of the person you hear.

Shadvi, witnessing it and remembering unspeakable anxiety, asks for its name.

Then the grandeur of silver hair laughed thinly, and named his own name with dignity, without hiding, precisely in this place, which should be called the middle of the enemy land.

"It's the Prince of the Lend Empire, and the next emperor, Noin von Kelm. Regards, everyone."

In this conference room, where all the enemies are gathered, Noyne says so without showing any fright.

Seeing that gall power, Tomiel wolfed, as well as rebuffed Kayla, who had brought him into the scene.

"And he said he was the Crown Prince of the Empire!? King Kayla. You, what the hell do you mean you call an imperial man!

"No, I'm sorry, but I didn't invite you to the land. Well, it is true that you were asked to introduce me to all of you... for once, don't get me wrong there"

"So who the hell invited the people of the Empire?

Tomiel, who turned bright red in the face, listening to Kyle's excuses with no guidelines at all, continues to ask that.

The answer to the words was a joyful grin Noyne.

"The President. What he's saying is true. Anyway, I'm the dumb-ass guy who called me in there."

When he said so, with his right thumb, he pointed to the entrance to the door where he came in.

In an instant, the gaze of those in the meeting is concentrated.

At the end of their gaze, there was a dark-haired man, who could also slip into a tightened door at some point.

"It's a little bad to introduce people in a public place like this, isn't it, Noine?"

The dark-haired man, who gathers everyone's gaze all at once, scratches his head with a bitter smile.

Tomiel, on the other hand, who saw the brunette man sitting on the spot, turned to him for questioning as if to leak him accidentally, distorting his mouth.

"Oh, you're the one..."

Then the dark-haired man slowly lowers his right hand, which was scratching his head.

Then he headed with him and let the air on this occasion give him a disproportionate grin.

"Thank you. Nice to meet you, Mr. President, and all of you. Let me introduce myself. My name is... My name is Yui Istarz"

On this day, at this time, and at this moment, the hero once again represented himself on the tabular stage of history.