Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Sovaltoy Meadows, which will be outside Carlin.

There was a line of citizens who had evacuated from Carlin, as if it were a river across the meadows.

"Ernst, the evacuation of the citizens is complete"

The old grey-haired man, who was vigilant around in the rear position of the citizens, receives such reports from the young man who has rushed more than behind him.

As soon as I did, there was a bitter smile on his face.

"I'm a former military chief, Mr. Ramritz. But you seem to be doing well."

"Yes, Master Beatley is very good at working with these hands…"

that, although the decision was slow, the subsequent treatment was indeed vivid. In itself, it was a cause of great complexity for Ramlitz.

Ernst, on the other hand, realizing the inside of such a young man, opens his mouth with a smile of nicole.

"No, that's great. Not sarcasm, of course, but sincerity. Because there are things that are not right for people."

"Ha, that's right"

"I was so good at this, I couldn't guide the citizens. That is an indisputable fact. So I just do what I can for Carlin. Munch this old body."

That's all he tells you, Ernst gently strokes his jawbeard.

In contrast to him like that, Carlin Army-born Ramlitz whispered softly as he looked around the left and right.

"I acknowledge Master Beatley's strength. But running away without doing anything is slight..."

"As a soldier, are you unhappy not to fight?

With the look on Rumlitz's face showing youthful blood, Ernst once again understands what he's thinking.

Then, in a presentation of disapproval, Ramritz opened his mouth.

"I'm not saying I'm dissatisfied... but I was wondering if it might be too passive"

"I don't even know how that feels. But perhaps it was my men who wrote this march picture. Now it's on the clouds."

"On the clouds...... could it be that Captain Istarts"

A legendary hero who worked with the land only one year after Ramritz enlisted.

The moment they gave him that name, he couldn't say anything more.

With such a look at Ramritz, Ernst opens his mouth with a bitter smile.

"Hehe, you seem convinced. Then we're done talking. What else can we do? If you're really unhappy, I'd like to say that you're still too young to serve as your lord with me."

"With me, my lord? What do you mean? The chief military officer is on active duty."

"Oh, I'm retired. So it will be before the chief military officer, but just in case you give your life, think this old bone is better. Beatley, you agreed in advance."

Owing to lack of manpower, Ernst smiles delightfully, recalling the appearance of Beatley, who inevitably accepted the proposal.

Then, taking his word for it like that, Ramlitz had a sinister look on his face.

"But even if the chief military officer doesn't do that,"

"Hehe, just in case you're ready. The evacuation of the citizens is almost complete, and there is still no shadow of the enemy. No, there was, exactly, but now is it real?

With that much mouth, Ernst has a meaningful grin.

"Huh... So you think the invasion of Britonia is a false alarm?

"No, it won't. Istarz, you couldn't have bothered to send me a false alarm. If so, there is only one possibility... and even more so, the Lord will not give way to the younger ones."

At that point in his mouth, Ernst lifts the right corner of his mouth slightly.

Then a big old man took all the older soldiers and walked up to their side to hear their conversation like that.

"Ha ha, military chief. Already ready ready ready."

"Kerenz ninth! Your Highness?

The person Ramritz saw.

That was an old soldier who was supposed to have retired from the Carlin army last year, former ninth place in Kellenz.

"Hehe, of course. If it's an order from the chief military officer... whoa, was he a former chief military officer? Anyway, at the request of my fellow veteran Chess, I'll be honest with you."

"Thank you. Now, young people, let's leave the evacuation of the citizens to the active group, and let's say we hit the alert behind us as planned. Just in case."

"Hmm, you're going to get to Carlin tomorrow or so"

The middle belly of the Crosseon Mountains, which soars to wrap the curlin.

The skinhead man, who saw the large army from there far away, exhales small as he gently strokes his jaw.

Then Helmihoff, the deputy director who was on his side, smiled nicely as he pointed in the southern direction.

"You apparently made it to the critical point. We can barely see the citizens, and now they won't understand what's going on."

"Oh. I want to see their amazing faces. I'm trying to get into people's houses with my feet in the ground, so I can't forgive you enough."

The act of handing over one's own birthplace to the enemy.

Though of the manoeuvres, some of Clary's thoughts existed.

On the other hand, it is similar to his deputy.

Helmihoff is from Remliak and has no direct ties to Carlin.

However, as one person in this country, I could not help but remember the complicated mood of giving up the cities of my own country to my enemies.

"Not at all. I will always owe you……, so how do I do it? Our initial mission ended without delay. And then when you've finished some of the harassment you're planning, will you return to Remliak with the Carlin people?

"Right, that's not bad either. However, my husband would fit in when he was already in motion, and then he wouldn't be able to make it to Act II. If so, I'd like to rendezvous on the planned battlefield, if possible."

Clary, who has been acting as the right arm of a brunette hero for many years, begins to prejudge his superior officer's behavior and mouth his own plans for action.

But his voice was suddenly to be blocked.

"Captain. Captain Clary, it's tough!

"What's the matter, Micebola? Did they flip and start going back to the country?

Turning to the youngest of the troops led by Clary, Clary asks that in a mild tone.

But in response to the words of such a superior officer, Micebola made one report with a wrinkle between her eyebrows, without loosening any expression.

"No, of course not... Actually, just a little something unexpected in this eye..."

"Something unexpected?

Clary leans slightly to Micebola's report, which had ordered him to look around Carlin City.

Then he nodded loudly, and uttered what he saw himself.

"Yeah...... actually, I saw a few figures in Carlin at night. It seems that some of them are still running empty nests."

"What? I hear the evacuation of the citizens is complete. Who would do an empty nest?

"It seems that the slum children lurking in the city were after this gap…"

The moment I hear the word, both Clary's eyes open.

And as he bit his lower lip hard, he suddenly walked out of the spot.

"Is that them? Naturally, you don't know that Britnia is imminent. Shit, shit!

"Where are you going, Captain?"

That's what the deputy Hermihoff asks, chasing Clary, who suddenly moved out.

Then, the skinhead superior stopped once and fired an angry mixed voice at him.

"I'm going to go punch the shitty kids in the city. You guys wait here."

"Bump me... please don't. The Britannians will be here soon!

Helmihoff rushes to stop his superior officer, who does not hide his anger.

Clary, however, gently shook off his stillness.

"Ugh! Those guys are desperate. If you don't, you can't live. That's why I know I have to go."

Bitter, dark childhood memories.

Memories of those times, when everything had to be done to live, rush through Clary's brain in an instant.

And he walked straight again without getting lost.

"Captain..."

"Besides the fact that what you're doing is a crime, it's not ridiculous if the situation is right now. Don't just strangle yourself. That's why adults have to go right. of life, and this one of their seniors."