Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

The fact that the president himself, the national leader, planned the coup.

The fact was a shock to the citizens of Kisletin that could be called exactly the Blue Sky Thunder.

And now that Tomiel, the party and responsible party, is gone, the anger of the citizens is directed towards the ruling party, the Movement for Democratic Reform and the united religious front, which is seen as Turkmenistan's forerunner. A fierce protest rally had been held in front of their headquarters as a terminal representation of that.

But if we change our perspective, it is also true that even though the coup d 'état was beeped up, there was enough room for citizens to hold protest rallies immediately.

The citizens also fully understood that.

And so, just as trust in the opposition falls to the bottom of the earth, it is inevitable that the names of the two men will be regarded as heroes among the citizens.

One, of course, is Yingjieufena Valdez, a country proud to have directly dominated and shown this coup.

And the other was a brunette man not from this country.

Naturally, the citizens also know that he is not from this country. That's why the citizens of Kisletin called him this.

Western heroes, and.

Looking sideways at the reactions of such citizens, the representatives of the countries present in the West were in the midst of an inconclusive meeting on how to deal with the sword thrust down their throats.

"As I said earlier, everyone present at the Western Conference. Send rescue troops to our country now."

"But there's just been a coup underfoot. Sending troops from this Miranill is dangerous now. Besides, Turkmenistan has suffered this failure in Milanir, not so long as it invades forcefully."

While showing understanding in what Grand Duke Cordoin said, Fatteson, currently at the helm of the extraordinary government of Kisletin and acting as President of the Western Conference, gave a harrowing look.

On the other hand, in response to his statement to that effect, Shadvi of the Cross Venetian Union, which existed ahead of the Duchy of Hoshel, fully understands the dangers of his own country and, in turn, speaks out his objections.

"Mr President, are you only thinking about your own country? If the Duchy of Hoshel is invaded, our country and your country beyond will be targeted."

"That's right. In order to prevent it, we should direct enough troops at our country to restrain Turkmenistan."

As if he had been pushed on the back by Shadvi's remarks, Cordoin makes a request for reinforcements on top of each other as he flies by his side.

Then one woman, who brought an amber liquid into this rigorous meeting room, opens her mouth as if two rushing swings in its eyes.

"Well, I wonder. On the contrary, would that be the result of stimulating them?

"Lord Nanya. Because your country is far from Turkmenistan, it can be described as such an other human resource. Look, if they break through our country, they'll reach out to you eventually. I want you to understand that."

For once, although he has only been dressed, Cordoin speaks that way while suppressing his anger, with a clearly raised complexion of Nanya in his eyes.

Then, while anticipating the slightly hardened air of the place, the young king opened his heavy mouth that he had to claim his place.

"In the meantime, I'm going to send some reinforcements from us, too. However, there is still a lot of confusion in the country and it is difficult to dispatch large reinforcements… somehow, by some country, just after a coup was induced"

"Well, that was only Tomiel's plan. Please understand that it was not the will of our country"

Receiving the thorn that was contained in Kyle's statement, Fatteson says so with a rugged look on his face.

But Kyle never stopped talking to him like that.

"But you were part of the same opposition and cabinet. I was wondering if it would be painful to be called irresponsible."

"It's..."

"I'm sorry, but so are we. My country also has bugs inside of lions, and mobilizing large reinforcements makes it extremely difficult. I'm sorry, but forgive me."

The beautiful blonde young man, who had anticipated the air in the field, insists on the situation in his country only at this time.

Then the red-haired woman, who quickly drank up the amber liquid she had at hand, turned to the Fattesons and poked at the unforgiving reality.

"In the end, there is only one country today that can send soldiers to their country."

At the moment the words were uttered, the same gaze was directed at a single man, forming behind the conference room.

And where an ironic grin appeared on his expression, Fatteson turned together in an abominable tone to make one declaration.

"... I do not rely on a nation that is an observer"

"Hang on, is it Pride? No, it's only gonna be pig shit. At least... no, that's good. More importantly, does the Acting Chancellor have any other abdominal proposals?

Where she almost uttered a word pointing to a certain dark-haired man, Nanya asks that again, once she swallows the word.

Then at that time, one soldier jumped into the room, letting him breathe out.

"Ha, my God!

Sudden entry of soldiers who do not take regular procedures, even during Western meetings.

Fatteson understood early that what it meant was never a good report. That's why he asks you immediately why.

"What, what happened?

"I will report to you. Fort Kazanci, set on the border of the Principality of Hoshel, but appears to be in the vicinity of falling after a Turkish assault. And..."

"Wait, what did you just say?

In a way that blocks the soldier's report, Cordoin, who changed his complexion, turns to him for confirmation.

"The Turenian army suddenly raids with a large army without declaring war… perhaps the fort cannot be revealed for a few more days.

"Oh, my God"

Hearing further reports, Cordoin shakes his neck left and right just because he finds it difficult to accept reality.

Meanwhile, the blonde young man, who had remained relatively calm in the conference room, asked the soldier for further information.

"So what is the size of the enemy?

"It's not accurate, but it looks like at least 80,000 people"

"Oh, my God. So they've put in nearly 70% of their total force?"

A hundred thousand religious soldiers, said to be the size of a hundred thousand.

In response to the fact that he had put in the majority of that, Shadvi could not hide his surprise.

Meanwhile, Kyle, who calmly received that report of the current situation, could not help but question the figures.

"Isn't that strange? Turkey should have fought the Kingdom of Rouche in the centre of the continent for many years. In spite of that, why do we have so much power in the West?"

"I don't know the details. But rumors tell us that the Duchy of Rouchet has a remarkable devastation of its national territory. Probably not for that?

"We've heard that, too. But......"

Following the soldier's view, Cordoin wrinkles between his eyebrows.

But going to him like that, Aynce made it clear that he should accept it as a fact once and for all.

"I also know it's hard to accept. But Grand Duke Cordoin. Now let's look at reality. Whatever the history, it is true that they turned the great army against your country. And perhaps its ultimate destination…"

"This land, it would be Milanir"

It was Fatteson, acting Speaker, who said so.

As soon as possible, silence is engulfed in the conference room.

Then, as if to break the same silence, the soldier who visited the report spoke of further ferocity as he deflected his gaze.

I'm sorry, there's something else I need to report.

"What, they're sending you a surrender recommendation?

"No, nothing from them... just something strange in Napolei"

The words severely distorted the look on Fatteson's face acting as president of this country.

"Anomalous...... you say it's anomalous? What, what happened in Napolei?

"It's a coup."

"What? What are you talking about? The coup was the other day--"

Fatteson said so with a tongue-in-cheek look that he didn't know what he was talking about.

But now the soldier blocks his words.

"No. Not them, but someone else altogether. It also seems to have put much of southern Kisletin under control."

"Hey, what is it? Stupid, where can you do that?"

I'm the Secretary of State for Military Affairs.

In response to the upsetting Fatteson, the soldier spoke of the position in a clear tone.

As soon as possible, Fatteson hits his fist against the conference desk.

"Minister of Military Affairs!? I mean, the Kettis guy!

"Yes, we are talking about eliminating the enemies of freedom, starting with Tomiel, who monopolizes national politics in the center..."

"You've been targeted... probably"

When Cordoin speaks that way, he drops his shoulder as if he's tired as it is. He had to understand that it had become more difficult to send reinforcements to his country.

When the space is thus enveloped in severe air, one man enters the conference room following regular procedures without attracting the same attention. And he whispered something in the ear of a man sitting behind him together.

As soon as possible, both eyes of the noise are wide open.

"What... is that true?

"Yes, thank you very much..."

In the form of a chase after Noin, only a few of his men, who had entered the country, shook their heads vertically with a serious look on their face.

At that moment, Noyne slowly rises from the spot once he closes his eyes. And as it was, he walked straight out to the entrance to the conference room.

"Where are you going, Lord Noyne?"

It was Fatteson, acting Speaker, who issued the inquiry.

In response to that voice, once he stops his leg, Noyne speaks in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

"Oh, do you mind if I, the observer, keep my mouth shut?

In response to Noin's statement, the Acting Speaker gives a reluctant look.

With that look in his eyes, Noyne smiled bitterly and opened that mouth again.

"Either way, gentlemen. This I treat only as an observer. So basically, there shouldn't be a problem if you're not here. So let me be a little rude."

With just that in his mouth, Noyne steps out of the conference room without looking back.

And he admitted there who he was looking for.

"Looks like you've been waiting for me, Mr. Ferm."

"Yes. My teacher tells me to show you around. So, have we finished the meeting yet?

Feeling uncomfortable that no other person is coming out, Fermu asks likely to turn to the exotic Crown Prince in front of him.

Then, Noyne accidentally smiled bitterly.

"No, the inconclusive crap meeting continues. There's only one answer. More than that, I could suddenly ask you to do something. I'm sorry, but can you give me some guidance now?

"Guidance? Uh, Crown Prince Noyne, if I could show you which way."

To his sudden request, Fermu finds himself confused.

Then, noticing his upset like that, Noyne made a slightly softer voice.

"Mr. Fermu. You're not my man, you don't have to be so careful."

"but...... the"

"Surely I am the trail of a great nation. I don't even consider myself an important person in this West. So I know you want to be concerned, but you're by someone more important than that. You should understand that fact a little more objectively."

Noin turns to the young man in front of him and speaks so slowly as to teach him.

Fermu then put a slightly out-of-heart look on his face.

"Are you talking about the teacher? No, I'm gonna be there."

"I have no idea. I don't know how much it means to be there for him... well, that's the first time I've seen you go away."

To put it that way, Noyne gives a slightly nostalgic look, recalling only a few hours when the brunette man stayed as ambassador from Clarice.

But when he immediately remembered the imminent status quo, he retightened his expression and once again turned to the youth to speak out.

"Anyway, apparently this West is going to be a little bad. Probably from the north and east at the same time."

"North? No, I know the east. But wasn't it Napolei in the south that caused the other coup?

I wonder if it might be some kind of mishearing, and Fermu immediately asks again.

Hearing that inquiry, on the other hand, Noyne modified the youth rating in front of him even further upwards.

"Well, were you feeling Napolei's coup?

"No, just that the teacher thinks it's possible..."

"... I see. But if you add Napolai, should it be called a three-way? Most of them should be treated as essentially from the east."

Noyne's voice gradually dwindled from the middle of nowhere.

Fermu, who manages to hear it, gives a puzzled look.

"Um... sorry, I can't see the story"

"In short, it is the return of the Dark War. That's all you'll know."

Dark War.

It used to be about the northern island nations attempting to invade the continent and sending in large regiments, and the long and black battles fought everywhere.

That is why you will hear the word, and Ferm's eyes will be opened.

"The Dark War!? No way Britnia!

"Oh. turmenia and britnia. These two countries set out to cut the West. It can be a terrible threat to our empire as well. That's why we need his help now. The most important person for this West. I mean, the power of the hero Yui Istarz."