Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

A tall building to the east of the Wang capital, Ertbourg.

In one of its top floors, a young blonde youth was facing thick material as she sighed.

"You still say this is better, so you're in real trouble"

The material he's seeing.

That was nothing more than a report document on the military budget in the past.

What he sees from it is how many military budgets were flowing to each aristocrat and how difficult it is to augment the armaments of the current Clarice army.

And at the same time, he was deeply grateful to his predecessor, Reinberg.

I gathered these materials and took them over to him because it is undoubtedly him.

With that in mind, he turns once again to the documents in this year's draft budget. And where he exhaled a loud sigh, he realized that the door to the room had been knocked wide open.

"The Minister of Military Affairs, Under-Secretary of State for Armad Strategy, is here. May I let you through?

"Go ahead, please"

In response to the sound of a guard from the outside, Eince immediately responds.

When the door opened before placing a beat like that, the blonde grandeur, whose white things began to stand out more than before, slowly appeared.

"Hi, sorry to keep you busy. Minister of Military Affairs"

When the magnificent man speaks so, he perfectly moderates salute.

But the young man to whom it was directed gave an indescribable expression.

"You know what, uncle? There's nobody else here right now, and it's not a public place, so I don't care if it's Eince."

Instead, it would be annoying if they responded like they do now. With a look that didn't hide anything from him, he told Armad clearly.

On the other hand, Armad, whose words were pointed at, laughs unintentionally. And when I took out a single letter written in a slightly dirty handwriting from my nostalgia, I handed it straight to Eince.

"Hmm, well...... then, Eince. I just got one letter, could you read it to me ASAP?

"This is..."

The moment he drops his eyes on the text of the letter handed to him, Eince unexpectedly loses his word. And as he rushed up his face, Armad nodded one big time.

"I didn't expect you to grab it faster than our intelligence agency. Maybe it was Dr. Azwell or Kreha, but really..."

"Uncle...... you mean they decided on the flag color?

The anomaly in the port of Le Aeg, which was described in the letter.

If we were to interpret it in a straightforward fashion at this time, it was considered almost synonymous with the House of Lords' gesture of cooperating with Britonia.

"The colour of the flag itself is not determined. By you, when Thames and the others were swept out of here. So, what do we do now?

"While seniors fear that Le Aeg may be destiny, it also says at the same time the risk of being a stiff. But there are a few things to be vigilant about this whole claris..."

Yes, after the battle with the Empire five years ago, the Clarice army is still nothing short of in the process of rebuilding.

And now that we cannot expect the private soldiers in the House of Lords, it was easy to imagine how difficult it would be to defend the territory of this country.

"Sure, to be honest, that's not realistic. If you can't do it, some of the soldiers will have the breath of the House of Lords, and could be fitted in reverse. If so, we'll still have to narrow the point."

"Yeah. In any case, if the House of Lords gives them, eventually this Ertbourg will be the place they aspire to be. Consequently, it is a great premise to protect this land. But the question is, is the senior fearful Carlin…"

"The strategic importance will drop by about two ranks, but based on historical history and the current situation in Britannia, it would be a good option."

A historical circumstance that once temporarily, but has fallen under control, and a Britonian internal affair that is said to be scarce in demonic stone resources.

If those two were to be taken into account, it seemed just plausible to Armad to keep an eye on Carlin, the best quality demon stone producer in northern Clarice.

"Right. As a trading material with the House of Lords, the concession of his land may have been included from the outset. And you can see that our vigilance is weak."

"But you can't give Carlin the lead."

"In the end, do I have to get on with this suggestion from my senior..."

Eince sighs out as she sees the two suggestions that were being run over in the letter.

I saw his reaction like that, and Armad shook his neck left and right by accident.

"That word is dirtier than usual. It will tell you what he wrote about it. Anyway, all we can do is try not to let them do what they want."

"Now step up your vigilance around Le Aeg and Portspawn. As soon as we find out what their footsteps are, we'll be in touch. And..."

"Prepare the Expeditionary Force."

In the form of taking Aynth's word, Armad tells him so.

Then Aynce shook her neck vertically just saying she was right.

"Yes. Suppose you ask one of your seniors to take command of the main unit? I'm not going to vacate this place."

"Hmm... Aince, how about in a way that moves Division I?

Following Eince's remarks, a proposal made by Armad.

With that in mind, the blonde puts a wrinkle between her brows.

"Is Division I...? Sure, the division chief over there..."

"Oh, my synchronization. A man who reached the commander of a division while continuing to walk along the sidelines of the army, even leaving some blindfolds behind. At least I'll give you a heartbeat that I'm capable."

While the words showed some reluctance, I could see clear confidence in Armad's expression. Having noticed it, Aynce floats the name of a man who has faced each other only a few times in the back of his brain.

"Surely my uncle was the chairman and the division chief was the second seat, wasn't he? The name is certain..."

"Ellen. So, will you take it?

Armad asked that to the magnificent year sitting next to him when he put the glass of eau de vie in his hand on the table.

Ellentum von Lambs.

He was once his best friend, rival, and now head of the First Division of the Royal Army.

"Hmm... when the Under-Secretary General tells me you're not going to say no as a person in the field."

The magnificent year, with its tightly consolidated hair as a trademark, tells only that without daring to gaze at Armad, staring at the amber eau de vie poured into the glass.

He then carried the glass to his mouth again and gently enjoyed the fragrance before including it in his mouth.

Its taste like it melts in your mouth and the feeling of burning your throat.

Take it lightly. After he enjoys it, he finally turns his gaze back toward Armad.

"Ha... If you don't like it, you don't like it. So I hear my predecessor hated me a lot."

"Under-Secretary Thames had the House of Lords as his top priority before this country and the military. Well, I can't help but disagree. They know that, and they seem to be using me on it."

Hated by the former Under-Secretary of Strategic Affairs, Thames, a man who kept living his military life without being cut off while being kept away.

That's how he looks back at his own steps and laughs ridiculously.

Meanwhile, Armad, sitting next to him, exhaled one deep sigh.

"Well, I think he wanted to keep the trump card on hand. Something more distracting than that was when I began to travel in the army."

"That's what they are now in the mainstream of the military. Now, are you really going to give this old soldier a chance?"

That word Elentham casually uttered.

When he hears it, Armad immediately pinches the word.

"Whoa, wait. If you're an old soldier, this means I'm an old soldier, too. I don't want to get old by myself. You stay out of this with me."

"Ha, I'm sorry about that. But sometimes I think. I wonder if I have a place for myself, who has become everything to others, without forming my own will."

"Military reform has been your dream since cadet school."

"Oh. And a dream I shared with you. But in the end, they did what you thought they did. The result is satisfactory. Just..."

That's all I said, Elentham stirs up the glass in front of me again.

Armad, who had such an appearance of him in his eyes, spoke to him as he shook his head from left to right.

"No, Ellen."

"No?"

"Oh. Military reform has just begun and nothing has been done yet. That's why I spoke to you."

It was undoubtedly the true meaning of Armad.

And that's why he doesn't distract himself from Elentham's eyes and goes on to say more.

"This time we, no, we sweep the House of Lords. There is no loosening in that determination. So why don't you wave your sword for me?"

"Clear the House of Lords..."

It was a dream that was close to the ideal they were both discussing long ago.

Two young young officers were worried about the current situation in this country.

But it was the brilliant talents who were going to make it one generation below them.

It's a lie when it comes to whether Elentham doesn't remember being jealous about it.

But even if you can't accomplish it with your own hands, if the light shines on this country, it's...

"... okay"

"Ellen!"

The reply you wanted.

Having received it, Armad unwittingly brightens the look.

On the other hand, with the expression of such a best friend, the magnificent man who made the decision clearly spoke of his own determination.

"To be honest, I was both jealous and jealous of the military reform in this country that was going on without me. But if you want my help there, I'll gladly give you this sword. For the future of this country."