Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Sudden and intense knocking noise and a door that was opened without saying no.

As a result, Beatley turned her gaze toward Remlipot, a subordinate in front of her, with an uncomfortable look on her face, which took the form of being cut off from concentrating on her work.

"I don't know what's going on, it's noisy."

"Gu, military chief, it's tough. Just now, there are reports of a group of people in eastern Carlin who continue to invade the land!

That word emanated from the mouth of Remlipot's men who let him out of breath.

Taking that, Beatley wrinkles between her eyebrows.

"You think it's a bunch of invading people?

"Well, that's, like, flying a Britonian flag."

The moment that his men's words struck his eardrum, Beatley's eyes opened wide.

"Hey, stupid. So you're saying that that ridiculous information was true? But they... do the Britonian people have no brains? Why are you acting so stupid..."

"Not if you're saying that! They said they would arrive at this Carlin, not far from here. Arrange for defense as soon as possible."

Remlipot advised that way toward his superior officer, shaking his neck clearly beside him.

Beatley, however, continues to remain silent as she slightly distracts herself as she bites her lower lip.

Clear strays existed behind his brain.

If the enemy actually came, should we strike it out, or should we protect this place?

And what to do with the citizens, what to do with the mayors.

For him, the type who scrutinizes submissions carefully and makes decisions, this impending situation was uncomfortable. To be honest, it's not something I can make up my mind about in a very flash.

Yes, that was the only conclusion I was able to draw immediately.

Meanwhile, Lemlipot, who was witnessing him like that, understands that he has had another bad habit of being a superior officer, and gives him a rugged look.

Having traveled to the land as a deputy to Beatley, he never underestimates the person in front of him.

Rather, as a military bureaucrat, he is a talented category, he does not belong to any faction and has steadily continued to carry out his work without showing any major failures.

He also understands, however, the lack of competence of superiors in the task of sticking out the framework of administrative bureaucracy even one step at a time.

That's why he was in a hurry to give his own advice.

However, there is not even one option floating in his brain that he sees fit in such a situation.

Thus, the silence visited inside the conference room in spite of this critical situation.

It was broken when Solenen, a local recruiter, 10th in life, showed up from outside the door, which was an open door.

"Excuse me. Clary's brother just arrived with his parent book… No, Clary 5th place has arrived"

"Clary fifth? Who's that?

Hearing unfamiliar names, Beatley inquires back in a slightly thorny tone.

Then, sooner than Solenen answered, a skinheaded man appeared from outside the room.

"It's not easy. I don't have time for this, so I'm sorry."

"... who are you? It's an emergency now. Get out of here."

It was called appearance, good appearance and good looks, obviously I didn't think of myself as a snail person.

As a result, Beatley seemed awkward for a moment, but behaved resolutely, even in front of his men.

With such an eye for him, Solenen opened his mouth with a slightly awkward look on his face.

"Um... military chief. This is Clary, fifth."

"Suiyasu, military chief. It's easy to see for the first time. I'm Clary Arms, Deputy Lemuriak Army Chief."

Clary laughs nicely as he gently strokes Tsuruzuru's head, saying so.

Meanwhile, Beatley, confronted with him, could not hide his surprise at that word.

"Lemuriak...... so you can't believe it's his place?

"Heh, the chief military officer hears you know your husband. So my husband contacted me to give this to the chief military officer."

That's all Clary told, he headed to Beatley, his predecessor's fifth place, and handed him a single letter with dirty letters spelled out.

"hey... are you serious about this"

Beatley, who opened the seal and dropped his eyes to the text, accidentally mouths it as he pulls his cheeks.

Then, without straying, Clary shook his head wide and vertically.

"Heh. My husband declares that he will vouch for everything written there, in the name of Uncle Lemuriak. Perhaps by now, letters of the exact same content will be delivered to the King's capital."

"But he did nothing to the enemy."

"No, my husband stopped saying that's what's most harmful and effective in repelling the enemy. That's why you say the responsibility is for you to take it. Attorney General Beatley... they've come all the way to the side of the city. Please make your decision now."

That word by Clary.

Taking it, Beatley bites his lower lip again.

However, unlike earlier, he immediately spoke of his own decision.

"I'm never just going to sweeten you to his generosity. But in order to protect this Carlin, let me follow his... No, Lord Isterz's suggestion."

"So long, military chief. I will be giving instructions to everyone soon!

In the wake of Beatley's decision, Lemlipot also immediately understands what he should do.

Then, as holding him back like that, Beatley nodded loudly.

"Oh, please. Contact the citizens to exit the city as soon as possible. Anyone who needs help, even if they have city officials and military personnel, can help them get out."

"Probably Captain Isterz...... no, using His Excellency Isterz's name, the reluctant citizens will agree. I'll come with you."

Listening to the conversation between the Beatleys, the bareback Solenen also suggested using the name of a person who is the pride of this city and pushing the backs of its citizens.

"My husband would be happy to use his name and agree to it afterwards, scratching his head as usual. Then I'll bring my men out so I can stop them on their feet."

"But not just you..."

In response to Clary's suggestion, Beatley, who understands how risky it is, says sorry.

But when Clary shook his neck clearly to the left and right, he turned to Beatley and opened his mouth with an awesome grin.

"Even with a slight increase in numbers, we'd be together if we had a different number of enemies. Rather, the number of people who can turn around is easier to harass."

"... Clary 5th, no wonder"

"No, I mean good. It is easier to think that they are contacting their subordinates and telling the mayors to take the same action. Please cooperate and complete the evacuation south."

Along the streets I drove east about a few hours by horse from the city of Carlin.

There existed a force of hundreds flying the flag of Britannia.

"How was the hand supposed to be?

Just now, he turns to the head of the unit back from Carlin. That's what his deputy Hermihoff asks. Then the skinhead man in front of him had a nibbling grin on his expression.

"Hehe, so far so good as planned. I was wondering what I would do if I started reluctant or burst out on my own, but my husband's eyes are sure on the boulder."

"Which means Carlin's chief of military was moved as planned."

"Oh. If you tell him if there's a water field with his ass on fire, even a bunch of guys will run in a hurry. So, what's your tail?

"So far, those of you who have noticed our presence, I'm sorry, are all in our custody."

Slightly bitterly smiling, Helmihoff tells him so.

Indeed, I felt with him that I could draw attention to detaining an unrelated citizen.

But it is the clear Britonian shadow that Carlin needs today.

Yes, it should come soon, a real shadow.

"Please apologize very much. And when Carlin's men leave, they'll lead us south with them. You can't get involved in our fight."

"Copy that. Shall we move on to the second phase?"

"Whoa, do it good. That's why I don't give a shit. The play's over. Let's just say we start our own business."

When the skinhead man says so, he gently strokes his own head.

It looked and looked completely different, but the trick was twofold with his beloved superior officer.