Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Sixty-five years old building.

That was the city's largest building, the Carlin City Hall.

In one of its top floors, there is a room called the Office of the Chief Military Officer.

in a room inhabited by a person who may be referred to as essentially the chief executive, since the mayor, Count Samuel, barely represents himself in this building.

In its executive seat, a magnificent man known as Beatley von Ernenlift repeated his signature to the paperwork in a painful manner, shaking his plump body.

"Secretary Beatley, may I?

Come in, come in.

Hearing a familiar voice that suddenly rang from the outside, Beatley tells permission as she sighs out.

It was Lemlipot, his deputy, as expected, who entered the room that way.

"Attorney General Beatley. Early horses have just arrived from Wang Du to contact you as soon as possible."

"Immediately? What the hell. Was it a coup d 'état in Wang Du?

Beatley asks about the lack of interest as she receives a written letter from Remlipot.

Lemlipot then briefed him on the information he had received from the liaison soldiers from the Wang capital.

"No, that's not true, apparently because the Minister of Military Affairs has contacted all parts of the country to exercise immediate vigilance."

"Minister of Military Affairs...... oh, the Bonbong of that Rhine family"

Beatley herself is from a lower aristocracy, but has graduated eighty terms in the cadet school with a second seat. And after a meticulous feat in the army's accounting fields, I was finally able to reach this fifth place.

But Bonbon, who just likes his big face in the military, is already in the position of Minister of Military Affairs, even though he has been younger than himself for a time and has not raised a great deal of war merit.

If, of course, he was that remarkable hero of merit, he was, as far as he was concerned, a presence that would gladly obey that order, albeit the one below.

But let him say that the present Minister of Military Affairs, by two fortunes: the Rhine family and the Queen's child, established that status without merit.

"Secretary of State. Your voice is a little loud."

"I don't mind. That man was born with the trust of a gatekeeper and queen, plundering the achievements of his predecessor. Anyway, I don't like that minister."

Insulting remarks against a clear Minister of Military Affairs.

Remlipot, who overheard it, looks around in a hurry. And he immediately turned to his superiors.

"I know how you feel, but this land was originally a Queen's land pattern. Be very careful what you say."

"Shit, I didn't expect to leave you in this whole country and give you pointless orders against me like that... if that wasn't the land you used to live in originally, I would have definitely turned you down. But against the backdrop of the power of parents and queens, the situation in this country where the House of Lords and the guy are confronted. Precisely ironic, don't you think?

"I don't deny it...... anyway, military chief. This is about security, how about that?

"One more night guard."

Asked by Remlipot, Beatley told him that was all without getting lost.

On the other hand, it was Remlipot who was upset by the instructions of such a superior officer.

"Yes, one!? Um, what else?

"Anything else? What more do we need to do?"

"But the Apostle told me that there might be an invasion of Britannia and that it was an alert for it. Despite that, is that really all you need?

"Britnia is not coming. And I don't have a budget. So I can't. Above"

When Beatley told him just that, he threw the letter in his hand onto his desk.

Lemlipot, who sees it chillily, dares to mouth the most noteworthy text of that letter.

"But write there that Britnia is extremely likely to attack -"

"Have you forgotten the dark war, Remlipot? If you remember that, Britnia won't do anything ridiculous like invasion. War across the ocean doesn't suit you. I can't figure that out. The Britannians aren't stupid either."

"But..."

"You're a persistent one, too. Either way, I can't do it realistically. We have no money or people. You know that, don't you?

Yes, that Beatley word was exactly true.

Originally it was the Karin army that existed solely for the maintenance of law and order in this neighbourhood. That budget naturally also existed subsidies from the Wang capital, but the centre is transferred from the city's budget.

And the current state of security, naturally the budget coming down from the city, was commensurate with that.

"Yes, but why not consider putting a budget on the mayor?

"The mayor is a queen. If you owe me poorly, you won't be seen by queens until I do. Until the political dispute between the House of Lords and the Queens comes to an end, far-fetched action should be avoided. That's why I'll increase my night security by one. Above"

That's all Beatley tells him, he turns his gaze to the paperwork on his desk just because he's no longer available to his deputy.

If I tried it on him, I thought this might be a stepping stone.

A stepping-step picture of whether to follow the instructions of the current head of the army, making a story of the unlikely invasion of enemies, such as Britonia.

For this reason, Beatley was determined to take only the form of a very minimal response while using the pre-construction form of budget convenience.

It was about a month later that an answer was given to his choice like that.

A month has already passed since the envoy from the Wang capital visited Carlin.

Men who didn't even know that had happened in the city hall were fighting incandescent battles in one of the most luxurious buildings in this Carlin.

"Ha ha, you've got your arms up again"

The old man with white hair laughs delightfully as he sees the battle situation on the chessboard in front of him.

Then his opponent, the blonde middle-aged man, smiled happily.

"Really? Teachers are good things, and at this age, you can see you're growing up."

"The Count is still young, so he will be strong from now on. Even I'm telling you, I feel like I've raised my arm recently."

The old man smiles when he says so.

Meanwhile, Earl Samuel shrugged his shoulders unexpectedly, listening to the words and actions of such an old man.

"I didn't know you could raise your arms any more. How much are you playing with? After all, you've had plenty of time since you stopped being a military chief."

"Well, instead of spears, because this is how you're just holding the pawn. Now I feel like I can beat that guy, who couldn't beat me in my active life."

Ernst declares so towards Samuel, stroking his beard lightly.

As soon as possible, Samuel turned his intriguing gaze to the former military chief in front of him.

"Heh, I didn't know you had someone you couldn't beat. It's really interesting."

"No, you know the mayor, too. It's him."

"Him? Oh, I see. If so, I'm convinced. But I wonder where and what he's doing now, too."

"The position is no longer quite the same as when I was in this land. Okay, well, what are you doing?"

Ernst, who naturally has no reason to know, such as he is desperately speaking excuses in front of his classmates, spins that word with a grin.

"But it's been five years since he left the land? The moon runs fast."

"Heh, not at all."

"Personally, I honestly want to see you early once. Anyway, I need you to think a little bit about the market disturbance caused by Lemuriak's demon stones."

The city of Carlin is one of the leading demonic stone regions in the country.

Today, however, market prices were on a long-term downward trend as emerging huge demon stone supply sites were created. That is why Samuel's genuine desire to keep it on the spot once and for all, along with the adjustments around it.

At the same time, however, he knew from the rumors he heard that it would be difficult.

"Well, if it's going to affect my old age, it's inevitable, so I'm going on a journey to find that man."

"Hehe, you simply want an excuse to travel. But you can't. Unfortunately, I haven't beaten you once yet."

"Out of the blue, you hate to lose, too, Count."

In response to Samuel's words, Ernst smiles bitterly. He then stretched his hand over the chessboard in an attempt to move the pawn in front of the mayor to determine the situation.

But at that moment, the Count's men jump into the room without even being knocked.

"Ha, it's tough. Run now."

What the hell are you talking about?

Regularly and absolutely impossible subordinate behavior.

Therefore, Samuel thinly perceives that nasty things are happening. But what it was, it didn't come to mind.

Then he turns to him like that, and his men mouth the key words somehow, even as he breathes constantly.

"And here comes the enemy!

"The enemy?

Hearing an unexpected word, the mayor wrinkles between his eyebrows.

Meanwhile, in front of those two conversations, the warring samurai uttered one assumption.

"No way, House of Lords?

"No, Master Ernst. The enemy... the enemy is Britnia!

"What?"

Neither Samuel nor Ernst understood because of what it was about for a moment.

Even the possibility that they are rather teased by their subordinates crosses their brains.

But the man with the grievous look in front of him poked too harsh a reality at the two of them.

"A large army flying the flag of the Britannian army is marching for Carlin. Prepare to escape now!