Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Through a somewhat narrow strait known as the Strait of La Mantea from the continent, there is one giant island that encloses several states to the north of it.

Greater Britannia.

Three states existed in his land called Skelpland, Falls, and Britnia.

Of those three countries, Britonia is present in the southern part of the island and boasts the largest forces.

His country had once repeatedly fought wars of aggression against each other with Western nations.

But it is as if we were tired of those days, from two hundred years ago to discarding any alliance or concerted policy. And now he continued to insist on glorious solitude and a proud position, but only then was the existence of that nation about to be forgotten from the memory of the ordinary people of the continent.

It is one young woman who currently receives the crown of supremacy in such a Britannia.

Queen Olivia.

Because of its beauty, which is too neat, and its governance, which is known for its pity and ruthlessness, people call her the Ice Queen.

And now in one of the luxurious halls standing in the middle of the Britonian capital Rondinium, with its cold beauty, she unleashed one question towards the man kneeling before her eyes.

"Franz, have you heard from the wicked?

"Yes, Your Majesty. I have a letter from Turkmenistan to His Majesty urging us to enter the continent."

A magnificent man, called Franz, dressed in black-crusted clothes, answers with respect, handing a single letter to the queen.

When Olivia glanced lightly at the text, she decided on the country's policy in a light tone.

"Hmm, fine. So, Franz, let's say we move too."

"... Are you sure?

Franz asks the queen, who decided to go to war without changing her expression.

Meanwhile, for the first time, a woman dressed in a clear dress in pure white, hearing such a word of loyalty, distorted her mouth only slightly.

"Franz, what the hell are you trying to say?

"Yes. After fighting the continent two hundred years ago, our country has always maintained its glorious solitude. In a way that is instigated by both the wicked."

Where Franz spoke so much, the woman in front of him opens her mouth to block the word.

"Don't get me wrong. We are not responding to the demands of the wicked. Except for entering the continent for our people. Even you know that. We've taken this lean Britannian land away from two countries, Skelpland and Falls, and the future doesn't exist."

"That's right..."

"We have no other choice. First, before us hungry and starving, the people of the continent have prepared bait for all that is greedy. You should remind them of their arrogance."

"... you're absolutely right."

With all due respect, as Franz, I'm not talking about it that I can fully agree with.

And as the queen's right-hand man, he was prepared to speak up when he had to flatter her.

But still, when the queen speaks of white, the black must also be white.

It was always the Queen's first subordinate, himself, who had to take the lead in its governance.

That is why, now that the policy has already been laid down, what he should do was not to plead with the Queen, but to tell her what she should do with it from now on and be a people.

"You know what I mean. In consultation with Lord Norrenfork, so that preparations may be made as soon as possible. Because this kind of thing doesn't make sense unless you control the destination."

With that mouth, Olivia carries the cup at hand to her mouth. He then poured a little cooled red liquid into the back of his throat. Then she puts the cup over the saucer and releases the question to the man in front of her in a slightly risky tone.

"By the way, Franz. You, the head of the secret police, should have been given another order besides preparing for war. What's going on over there?

"Unfortunately, the footprints of his people and sacred relics remain uninterrupted..."

With that mouth, Franz drips his head deep again with an awkward look on his face.

Towards him like that, Olivia opened its mouth somewhat sarcastically.

"Hmm. I hear in Parliament that person is constantly lying about policing our country, but now which is true?

"I don't have any words to give back. But even if we keep investigating this much, we haven't found a single trace to follow him. Perhaps he has escaped from this country for a long time..."

As Franz, he tells the Queen once again that there has been no progress in the investigation with the thought of being salted over and over again on his own wound.

Soon after, a murderer and a single man's face emerged behind the queen's brain, and a firm wrinkle appeared between her brows.

"That man...... utterly abominable. Franz, never be enlightened by the nobles or by the priests of the National Church."

"Yes, I know. However, if they continue to investigate confidentially while paying attention to their eyes, it is imperative that the investigation be difficult to navigate…"

You can no longer even look up at the Lord's face, and Franz, who remains nagging, gradually weakens his voice as well.

Turning to him like that, the young monarch of this country in front of him threw cold words.

"Franz, I'm tired of hearing that response over the past year. All I'm asking for is no excuse, just results. The man who left behind one ridiculous borrowing letter that he borrowed for a little while, etc. and disappeared neglectfully. Only the result of retrieving the sacred relics of our country from him and making them atone for their sins."

"I know. I will make sure that the great sinner who stole Caliburnus, Ace Kloser, redeems his sins."

A suspicious man with dark hair who showed up in this country last year under the name of Demon Stone Merchant.

That man, who had always shown a floating attitude, at some point became cordial with the nobles at the heart of this country, but one day he neglected to look at it.

Yes, leaving behind a borrowing letter equal to just one running letter, along with a wave of sword that the Britonian National Church had in its possession.

There was something hard on my tongue about how much that fact bothered Franz's head as head of the secret police. In fact, he even wants to keep talking about his hardship in that ear all night long before he can make that sin pay if he captures the brunette man who did it.

"... well fine. Either way, if that man were to be fleeing the country, it would be just the right opportunity. In conjunction with this advance to the continent, we will continue our investigation on the ground."

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"Then start entering the continent as planned. Burtonian, which should be our territory. First let's say we hold onto that land, which is also a treasure trove of demonic stones. Surely his land, which the fools of Clarice call Carlin and so forth."

With that mouth, Olivia, Queen of Britonia, slowly rises from her lavish chair. The gaze was then directed out the window with dim cloudy skies.

Far beyond that gaze existed a vast tract of land to be ruled by her.

Its vast continent, called Euresia.

The division of Kisletin and the western entry of Turkmenistan, as well as the continental invasion of Britnia freed from the glorious wedges of solitude.

The greatest battle in history, which will later be called the Western War, will begin to mark its history by the participation of this great old nation known as Britannia.