Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

"Well, let's just say I live up to your expectations, hero."

The red-haired man said so, accelerating through the large conference room at once. The blink of steel shines brilliantly as you jump into the side of an enemy soldier approaching a man with a busty abdomen.

At the next moment, the soldier standing in front of him had his body cut in two.

"A, Under-Secretary Alex!

"Hehe, thank you Grand Duke Cordoin. How are you feeling?

Alex asks that in a mild tone. But his body and sword did not show a moment of stagnation, and he swept away one enemy soldier after another.

One, two, three.

Along with the red bloodshot, a human being rolls on the floor who can no longer move.

In that so tragic, and overwhelming sight, both enemies and allies were consolidated on the spot as if frozen.

"Oh, I think we're just getting started, are we done? You can have as many of them as you want, right?

Alex's words, obviously nothing but provocation.

Originally, that was also an unlikely statement in his role, which presupposed a great deal of protection for the Cordoins.

But the men who lay their weapons in front of him, like rats shot by lions, cannot even move with pickles.

In front of those soldiers, Alex shook his head left and right by accident.

"Hmm, you all seem to have a discreet personality. It's like opposite to some woman...... whoa, that's a silence right now. Forget it."

After running her gaze in the direction of a chilli and red-haired woman, Alex smiles unexpectedly. And just one step, he walked forward.

"Lord Alex!

"Oh, Master Shadvi. And don't let Archduke Cordoin move in vain, either. Because they have to be targeted badly, and most importantly... they shouldn't be strangled together."

The moment the red-haired man says so, he feels the air in the rear tense on his back.

Then he slightly distorted his mouth. And looking at the enemy soldiers wandering into his words, he rushes straight forward.

At the next moment, one red blood hua after another bloomed madly inside the conference room.

"Ola, don't fly. Explosion!"

"If so, fool. This is the building."

When the red-haired woman unleashes the explosion magic, the man standing at his side tries to stand still with his eyes open. But his words were lightly dispelled by explosions that could be played into space.

"Hehe, a dozen up and"

A long, damaged and scattered desk in a compressed bent chair. And together, the enemy soldiers who were bounced off.

Despite indoors, Nagna laughs with satisfaction in front of that sight as if a storm had passed.

Meanwhile, Noyne, who saw a tragedy next to her, couldn't help but complain as she pulled her cheeks together.

"Nanya, are you an idiot? Where's the guy who uses explosive magic indoors? Don't you have common sense?

"Honey, I'm sorry about the novel."

"It's not a novel. What I'm saying is common sense!

Soon he turned to Nanya, while Noyne exasperated without interrupting her hair.

But such his words meant nothing but worsening the mood of a red-haired woman.

"Shut up. Just because you're the next emperor of a country that's a little big doesn't mean you're in common sense. By and large, you're coming to the enemy country and you're swinging something like that. Normally, it's insane enough."

"It's a matter of degree, fool!

With that in his mouth, Noine trumps off one of the soldiers who has been dancing around the explosion.

Then Nanya, who saw the act, laughed with her nose at the Crown Prince, who braided the magic but waved more sword strikes next door.

"If you're gonna get mad at me anyway, you're with me, small or big. In the end, I hope they don't find out, if they don't."

"How do you hide the tragedy in front of you if you don't find out?

"Ha, easy. You can either erase all the witnesses or you can't talk. It's easy, isn't it? Well, it must tell you that the representative of Filament was an angelic woman."

Having spoken such disturbing remarks, Nanya confirms the skill of Noyne, the Crown Prince of her neighbour, and leaves the interception of the enemy on the side intact.

Meanwhile, Noyne raises a somewhat anxious voice, seeing Nanya begin to concentrate only on the enemy in front of her.

"Hey, let's just say it's a good idea to give up a hundred steps and erase enemy witnesses. But you're not going to turn us off, are you?

"Come on, that's up to you. So avoid eating it by mistake, ice shot!

As soon as Nanya mouths that spell, countless ice bullets unfold in front of her, all at once facing and unleashing the enemy soldiers in front of her.

Noyne, who avoided one of the shots while blushing his cheeks, was no longer angry, but had to be blushed.

"Oh my God, such a woman is the representative of the country..."

"Did I say something?

"Shit, it's nothing. More than that, your back is empty!

At the same time, Noyne slams down enemy soldiers who have been after Nanya's back in a roundabout fashion.

Then Nanya, in the saved position, slightly distorted her nickel and cheeks, and made her laugh karakularly.

"Gala vacant? Ha, what are you talking about? I just didn't care because you were here. I need to split the job for you a little bit. So I left the finesse to you, Noin."

"Why would I want to wipe my butt... no way, this is what he's after too"

When he says so abominably, Noyne gives a bitter look.

And as he exhaled small, he regained his hold of the sword hard again.

"Mr. Nanya is still Mr. Nanya, and his senior is still a senior, and he has no cut in the number of enemies..."

Ace waves his sword as he speaks so.

Enemy soldiers pushing from right to left. It was true that although the magic of Nanya greatly reduced the number, it was still more than the same number.

Seeing such a difference in numbers between him and me, Ace shakes his neck small, left and right. And once again, when I tried to deal with a new enemy soldier approaching from the right side, a shadow suddenly broke in between them.

"I'll help you, Grand Duke Rhine"

A slightly dull blonde young man.

He waves the slightly skinny sword in his hand with the momentum as it rushes.

As soon as possible, the enemy soldiers, unable to deal with the unexpected slaughter, collapsed on the spot.

"King Kayla!? No, please step back"

"Ha, I can't give you all the delicious places"

When he says so, Kyle crosses his sword with a new imminent enemy soldier.

At that time, a new joiner rushed to them.

"At all, because this is it as soon as you take your eyes off it. Weigh yourself a little."

"Malfes with that said. Your mouth sounds delightful though."

As he rushes, Kyle slaps so lightly at the look on Malfez's face when he begins to engage.

In response to that word, Malfes made no denial.

"Well, I'm supposed to be a crime scene guy. It's not my hobby to be roaring in front of paperwork in the back of the court."

"If your boss hears about it, he'll probably hold his head. Well, Kyle Soma has nothing to do with me."

"Oh, no, I'm not impressed with imitating someone."

A pseudonym supposedly used by a young man in front of him against certain dark-haired men.

When he hears it, Malfes smiles bitterly.

"So Grand Duke Rhine. Don't worry about us."

"No, you can't do that. In other words, you are too adversely affected by your predecessors."

After an unexpected addition, Aince, whose situation has only slightly improved, tells him so with a bitter smile towards the two of them who assisted him.

Then the magnificent man, who had grown a barren mustache, opened his mouth with pleasure.

"I'm sorry. I don't know, Your Majesty, but Kyle, the leader of our resistance, seems to be a fan of the man."

"Exactly. But I'm sure the king of my country is the one who respects that man the most in the world. So much so that I don't want to return to my country to the south."

That word, which can also be called provocative in a way.

When he hears it, Aynce's eyebrows hang pickly.

Then he mutilated the enemy soldiers in front of him instead of responding.

"I don't want to go home, either, because it's only up to that guy to decide. Whatever you say around you, you're not the one to change your mind... but unfortunately, it's not King Kayla on the Rhindle who has the most respect for him in the world."

To that Eince statement, Kyle unwittingly hoists the corner of his mouth. And having read the air, he dared to speak up about the question in order to elicit the expected answer.

"Heh, so who the hell are you supposed to be?

"Of course it's decided. The first godson of the hero Yui Istarz… this is the Ains von Line."

The moment Aince speaks so, he smiles proudly despite the battle. And without exaggerating his own skill, he attached his left hand to the belly of his own sword.

"Flame...... on!

As soon as possible, his sword is wrapped with flames. And Aince waved the sword to the enemy soldiers without straying.

"Nanya is Nanya, and deals with the magic of flames indoors up to Eince... a whole lot of trouble"

Despite his disadvantages in numbers, Yui smiles bitterly as he speaks of stupidity, seeing the sight of the battle being waged in more than five minutes.

"Then, silly...... we've mobilized nearly fifty soldiers. Why is this happening?"

"That's because you think about things in numbers. No, that's not bad in itself, but at least you overestimated our calculations of life a little too sweet, Mr. President."

"Diplomats from all over the country were here. Nevertheless, I expect you to use explosive magic anywhere in the conference room. Don't you have common sense!

The plans of Tomiels, who were overwhelmed in numbers and were supposed to instantly capture the representatives of the nations and take them hostage.

The presence of Alex and the dark-haired man in front of him, who would be an obstacle in determining it, was naturally assumed from the outset, and they intended to mobilize more than enough personnel.

In fact the most fearful Zhu demons are able to impose restrictions on their movements for VIP escorts.

But it was an unexpected extreme, such as the presence of Nanya, acting Magic King, and above all the massive magic she unleashed indoors one after another.

"Hey, even if you don't have common sense... it's not like I'm messing with you"

"But the teacher also put in the calculations that that Magic King surrogate would be busted, and he was called here, right?

Two people who might not even come true for the rest of their lives if they were normal. After guiding them to the occasion, Fermu, with a slight load on his shoulders, asked as if he were frightened at his teacher standing next to him.

"Hehe, now what do you think? But even if that filament's most iconic human being can't possibly make the wrong magic output adjustments."

"You'd be right about that... but regardless of Master Noyne, that guy really had a hard time. Despite the first meeting, open your mouth and buy alcohol. I'm a magician's end too, so I had an admiration for the representative of Filament, but no way -"

As soon as the young man speaks so, as the ice bullet passes in the form of a blur on his cheek from the rear, it strikes straight into the face of the enemy soldier.

A red-haired woman staring at him from a slightly distant position existed there as the cheek-scramped Ferm turned back in a hurry.

"Ferm, for now, it's about focusing on the enemy in front of you. At least if I didn't want to piss off the scary sister behind me any more."

"Right. At least, that seems to be the best thing right now"

"Oh, that's good. Anyway, it's never a bad thing to keep your teacher in school."

Yui has a casual tone and speaks so.

As soon as he did, Fermu, standing next to him, solidified on the spot.

"Uh... what does that mean?

"Hehe, you're right, but let's just say I'll deal with my uncle right in front of me. So I think it's time to pull the curtain. Wouldn't they decide to give up around here?

"Stupid. Just because you've gained some advantage, don't get on with it."

"Somewhat...... hey. But it must have been true that your quote was sweet. The situation is..."

It was when Yui said so.

Tomiel, standing in front of him, had a distorted grin as if he had noticed something. And giggles happily.

"The quote is sweet? No, no, no, I'll admit I fought harder than you guys thought and my calculations went crazy at least. But my comrades have already begun one decision after another in the city. I gave them one order like that. You know what that is?

"eh...... no way!?"

With Tomiel's meaningful grin on his eyes, Fermu realizes that there was a sound of many humans rushing down the hallway outside the conference room.

And at the next moment, one man after another, dressed in the equipment of regular soldiers in this country, entered the conference room from the main door behind them.

"Yes, the order is to assemble at this location as soon as we finish controlling the target point. I don't want you to get me wrong, but I'm not underestimating the strength of you guys that you showed me in a mock fight. It's just that I've been deciding there's nothing wrong with that."

Tomiel hoists the right corner of his mouth and laughs happily just saying the battle has been decided.

Meanwhile, seeing that sight unfolding in the rear, Ferm couldn't help but freeze that look.

"No. Now you're dressed as a pincher. And the number of enemies..."

With that much mouth, Fermu shook his neck left and right, just saying it was unacceptable to the situation.

But the dark-haired man standing next to him still looked cool.

He doesn't even look back at the noisy rear, scratching his head and continuing the words he was made to interrupt earlier, as if nothing had happened.

"We have no longer decided on the situation. So why don't we just get this over with?

"Oh no, I can't accept an unexpected situation, have you even touched it?

"No, I'm really listening to you as I say. Or rather, you are the one who understands the situation correctly?

"What?"

Tomiel, hearing Yui's words, creases between his eyebrows for a moment.

And his expression was stunned and distorted, and it was precisely after that that his eyes were opened.

"hey...... what are you!?"

"Hmm, I'm glad you just turned your men around. I didn't know you'd bother to come...... hey, thank you for your hard work over work"

Ahead of Yui's gaze finally turned backwards.

There existed a figure of one samurai.

"President Tomiel. All the coup troops you've already fanned have suppressed. And I'm arresting you for incitement, leaking state secrets, and attracting foreign nationals."

The large samurai, who stood loosely at the entrance to the conference room, softly read the contents of the paper in his hand. And when I tighten my expression again, I list the arrest warrant I read out against the indoors.

Seeing the act, Tomiel's complexion was dyed bright red.

"Ugh, Ufena, you!?"

Yes, the last person to step into this conference room.

He was the former captain of the president's guard and Yingjieufena Valdez, deputy director of the National Security Department.