Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

A huge mansion situated on the Duke of Blau's territory in the northern part of the kingdom.

In one of the largest round tables, the remaining facades of the House of Lords exchanged their words uninterrupted with different expressions.

"Has Division I headed for the Britonian army crusade? So this is finally the time."

"Oh. It was really long. How long have you been waiting for this hour since the day you were banished from the capital?"

Emiliotts, a former Under-Secretary of State for the Army who sits on a chair in the eight o'clock direction, answers that way toward Thames, who sits on a chair in the two o'clock direction.

Meanwhile, Rabe, a former Under-Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs who had received that conversation and was sitting in the direction of four o'clock, slowly looked around and sighed one by one.

"But it's something I've really missed."

"Four chairs were originally vacant in the Courtman case, and in the battle against the Empire. But after Lopen, even Lord Scrote betrayed us."

When the youngest Marquis Phil, who was sitting on a seat in the direction of ten o'clock, said so, he sees the seats in the direction of three and six o'clock, where no one is present.

Once the twelve seats present in this round table meeting were all filled with them. Currently, however, half of those seats are vacant as if they were toothless.

Yes, there is a seat at this glorious round table.

"I guess it's his fault again, anyway, about them. Abominable, that devil."

"Yui Istarz......? Now I guess that means I should have hit my hand when the Marquis of Kennich was first lost from this meeting in the Courtman case"

In response to Thames' remarks, Rabe tells everyone, in the same tone as he was put on.

Then he turned to him like that. Emiliotts dared to try to change the subject.

"In that case, it is also possible that everything was only included in a later invasion of the Empire. But it's all about the past. I wonder what the problem is going to be. This is exactly the opportunity."

"Right. Your lord is right. We have to take advantage of this opportunity to make that demon blow a bubble."

Thames, who concurred with Emiliotts, nodded loudly.

Rebbe, who saw it, let go of one question towards him.

"So, Lord Thames. What do you think your lord will do?

"The First Division just took the Wang Capital. Now, there are two options we need to take. I wonder if I will keep my covenant with Britnia and put my back behind Division I, or the King's Capital, which is gone and empty."

In response to Labe's inquiry, Thames asked him to present the two options he had prepared in advance.

In contrast, Emiliotts made Nicole smile.

"Though it's both options, they're both quite attractive options"

"Oh, we're the ones holding the casting board under these circumstances. Division I, the Queens, and the Britonian Army. Their fate depends on us."

"Hehe, that's a really pleasant story. Well, Lord Blau, what can I do for you?

Following a statement by Thames, Marquis Phil asks the Lord for his opinion at this round table meeting.

Then Blau, who had remained silent, opened his mouth as he gently rubbed his jaw.

"Thames, if we don't intervene, who do you think will win Division I or Britnia?

"That's the hard part. Britnia is slightly more advantageous in number, but the interests of the land are in Division I. The rest, then, is the commanding officer's problem, but I hear Uncle Franz Willenheim of Britonia is a trusted general of the Queen."

Blau nods once too to that Thames view.

Certainly for a short period of time, a man named Franz whom he saw, his hips were soft but cautious, and he lived in a clear intelligence behind his eyes.

That's why he dares to ask back about the other.

"So what about Division I? I'm sure it was the man who was under you."

"... Elentham is a man of habit. That's true in the sense of competence, but let's see if the young Minister of Military Affairs can get used to it."

Thames answers just that, with a bitter, bitter look on his face.

Naturally Blau also knew of the deep-rooted firmness that existed between him and Elentham. Because of this, it is also the fact that a man named Elentham continued to be made to go around Dosa.

Therefore, where Blau pressed silently with a crease between his eyebrows, Emiliotz, sitting in the seat across from Thames, dared to directly ask whether he had opened up to a dull answer.

"Lord Thames. After all, what does your lord think is best to do?

"In the short term, crushing each other is the best way to benefit fishermen. But in the long run, I still think it's a good idea to get to Britannia as promised."

"Hmm, let me know why"

"To keep the promise...... is only pre-construction. Think about what happened after the fight."

In response to Blau's inquiry, Thames responds that way in the end.

Blau then turned his words to him to confirm.

"I mean, in the future, you think it's best to maintain a system of cooperation with Britonia?

"There's that too. Anyway, we have to get the House of Lords rid of the uncooperative southern and eastern people for dropping the King's Capital. One thing I don't want to waste more people for. And more than that, I wonder if it would be a shame to abandon the flavours of the sea."

"You're certainly right. Let us say that it is futile to throw the golden tree deliberately into the dove. I agree with Lord Thames."

Convinced by Thames' words, Phil speaks clearly of his own views.

Meanwhile, Blau only cautiously made another check with Thames.

"Thames. If we are to sum up the thoughts of Sir, we shall first put the back of the First Division and annihilate it over Britnia and the interdiction. And drop the king's capital with a knife that returns it as it is. Is that good enough for you?

"Yes, definitely"

Answering that briefly, Thames bowed his head toward Blau.

With that in mind, the Allied Lord Blau nods one big time. And when he looked around, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Fine. Everybody, you got no other opinions? Okay, Thames. Deposit all our armies in the Lord. Show me who the top of this nation's army should have been."

"Ha, I accept. Now, let's get ready."

"The First Division has set up the Wang Capital. And so that they can follow, they're also showing movement."

"Hmm, I see. After all, Britnia and the House of Lords were in a cooperative relationship."

A night when everyone in the unit in the camp fell asleep, except the soldier around.

Yui, who was drinking coffee under a demonic stone lamp, responds to the voice of a woman who was suddenly hung from behind without showing any particular surprise.

Meanwhile, a brunette little woman who overheard the words returned turned to the man in front of her and asked for future guidelines.

"Right. So, what do we do?"

"Right. All you have to do is make sure that you command either Britonian army, but depending on that, I guess it's time to move the troops."

Yui mouthed just that, placing the coffee cup in his hand on a simple wooden table, smiling nicely.

"... that means go to me? That's a rough crowd."

"No, I've already hit my hand this time. I don't need you to go out of your way."

"Are you hitting your hand?

Hearing Yui's words, Kreha moves her eyebrows pickly.

Then the dark-haired man in front of him opened his mouth as he gently spread his hands to the left and right.

"Oh. Because I asked Clary to. Setting as many appropriate traps as possible. And to see how they respond and react to it."

"How could that have happened?

Cleha, who did not know what it meant to say to Yui's mouth, enquires so with a scarce voice of discouragement.

The dark-haired man scratched his head lightly with a bitter smile on his face, letting him stand two fingers on his right hand.

"The Britonian army, of which there are two commanders who are considered direct reports to the Queen. Only Uncle Franz Willenheim and Lord Wilbert Norrenfork. These two are close, but their personalities are exactly the opposite. Well, I've actually met and checked, so I'm pretty sure Franz, who beats the stone bridge and crosses, says Wilbert the swine rush."

"... I see. So I dared to prepare a clutter trap, and I was going to check one of them out with that reaction."

"Correct. That's not all, of course, but if Lord Norrenfork was here, I think he could confirm the power near it and the balance of power with the commander. Well, I'm telling Clary to be free, so maybe it's time for the results."

Smiling with a nickel, the brunette mouths the meaning of the instructions she gives lightly.

Creja, who was to see it directly from the front, exhaled small.

"Ha... it sounds like you when it comes to you. But do you really want me to leave it to him? There's a little too much for him, too. It's like someone somewhere."

"Like this red-haired princess over here? Hey, it's also a thought to be too closely influenced by people."

"Are you serious?

Heading to Yui, who answers lazily, Kreha turns his cold gaze to him instead of the word that it is about you.

Yui, who took the form of taking that look directly from the front, laughed bitterly but never acknowledged his own responsibility.

"Well, there are too many people who are likely to be adversely affecting him. Well, not as good as a little too much. More than that, I'd like to ask you something else from now on, okay?

"I knew people were rough... so, what is it?"

"I want you to give this to a certain northern youth. And as soon as possible."

When Yui says so, he hands her a single letter he was writing up.

Upon receiving the writ, Kreha gave a frightened look as she glanced over the text.

"How dare you write such a letter?"

"Ha, no, but no. That's for free."

"Nothing scares me more than free. I suppose you know that best, though?

"Oh. Absolutely right. So if you're about to be stripped of your figure, what name did you use to get away with it this time?"

With a gentle shrug on his shoulder, Yui mouths like a whole lot of other HR.

As soon as he did, a deep sigh was exhaled from Cleja's righteous mouth.

"Ha... you really are a troubled man. But I get it. I'll go for you now. But don't be impotent without me."

"Oh. I'll keep an eye on it. Thank you, Kreha."

Sooner than he finished saying that, she was disappearing from his sight.

Thus, once again alone, Yui takes the coffee cup on the simplified table. And I put a bitter black liquid through its throat that was completely cooled.

"Well, the bottom prep is done. Shall I move too? There's no way I'm going to put you in danger with all of Kreha and Clary..."