Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Slam Street, which exists in the western district of the city of Carlin.

At its centre are countless rough warehouses that remain abandoned.

These buildings were formerly used for the collection of demonic stones by a single man named Count Talim.

However, it was in the form of being left unattended on the occasion of the new building near the Demon Stone Mining Station a few decades ago.

Behind such a warehouse, there is one basement.

One of those rooms once used by Uncle Talim for tax evasion.

There, currently, four boys and girls were happily bringing each other loot.

"Hehe, Hoyce, take a look. They left the ham in the house today."

"Don't do it, Martins. Look, it's a new knife."

Two boys with impressions like they were about to plug into adolescence.

They smile at each other with a full smile, making each other look happy with the product they have come to.

Then he went to those two, and a slightly larger physique boy who was on the spot, happy to present him with a piece he had hidden behind his back.

"Bye. You guys, I don't want anything to steal. I'm this guy."

"Dick...... uh, what is this?

Until then, I remained silent, a little younger girl.

She asks so with a slightly pompous look as she gently shakes Bossa's head.

Then the boy, called Dick, answered briefly with his chest stretched.

"Pictures."

"Pictures? I mean, I'm not sure if they're good or bad, but that helps. Well, gold frames don't sell all the time."

The hose, with slightly shallow black skin, says so in a slightly ridiculous tone.

As soon as he did, Dick just said he was out of his mind, mouthing the source of the painting he was holding in a strong tone.

"It's a painting that was at the mayor's house, so it's probably much higher than a knife like that. More or less, nobility is difficult to possess."

"Really. I think this delicious ham would be better."

"Me and me. Hey, Martins. Give me a minute."

Having already lost interest from the painting, Hoyce tells Martins so, whispering the knife in his hand.

His wish, however, was to be shaken lightly to the left and right.

"No, I stole it because of you. Besides, there was still something else to eat. I'll tell you the house, so go. Well, there's nothing better than this."

"Shit, I don't have a choice. Adults, too, so why don't we go find some other golden eyes?"

In the form of a rejection, Hoyth declares that when he gently shrugs his shoulders, he heads again for the empty nest, with a body such as a bump.

Then Dick, who had placed the painting in the corner of the room, mouthed an unexpected suggestion.

"Hey you guys. None of those guys out there are gone, and you're gonna stop living in such a snug place forever?

"That would be nice. I'll get the mayor's house!

"Karin, what are you gonna do when you live in such a big stupid house?"

Shagging, Hoyce tells Karin to be embarrassed to do so, when she utters an outrageous thing.

Then Martins also began to show Ham with one hand and how he was getting out of here.

"I wonder where I am going to be. Because of this, I think I'm gonna get the house my hero used to live in."

"Ah... it's sloppy, Martins. Just you."

The official building where even they knew heroes lived when they were staying in the land.

Hoyce protested at the proclamation of that place that everyone admired.

Meanwhile, Dick, who misses their conversation like that, rushes to break it into conversations.

"Shit, then I..."

"Wow, but don't even be too good here for a shitty kid like you. So let me ask your uncle to follow me for a second."

A voice that suddenly echoed inside the room.

The boys, who heard it, look back behind them in panic.

Then there stood a tough looking man with a skinhead like a bandit at some point.

"Who, old man? How did you get in here! I don't know, what the hell are you!

"Well, neither of you need to know. Anyway, kids, we're getting out of here now. I don't want you to follow me."

In response to the words of the prestigious Hoyth, the skinhead man tells that in a pale commanding tone, without being frightened at all.

As soon as he was uncomfortable, Martins stared at the man in front of him.

"What? What are you talking about, old man?

"This guy's here to interrupt us because we're all stealing good stuff, right?

"Hey, you look like you're alone, let's wrap it up and bag it"

Dick and Hoyth mouth each other like that, surrounding the skinhead man.

Meanwhile, Clary sighed deeply as he watched the situation.

"Ha... I don't have much time, so I'll have to teach you with my body."

"You're not talking bumpy, old man. Die!"

The first leap was a hose with a knife in his hand. He comes from the side of Clary, in a single flight.

"Slow. Even more so than that ferm!

Clary gently precedes the boy's movements with a thin, laughing look as he compares to a young man from Rhindle.

And when I took the boy's arm, which protruded, I used the momentum as it was and threw it at Martins, who was on the other side.

"Are you serious?!?"

Martins falls to the ground in the form of a sudden impending crush on Hoyth's body.

The moment he confirmed it, Clary rushed out to one of the remaining boys.

"Shit, don't be ridiculous"

Dick, who was the most physically fit of the boys and confident in his power, turned to the impending Clary and, conversely, set up a body hit.

That blow with all your weight and strength on it.

However, it was a level of everyday tea meal for a skinhead man in front of him.

"Not yet, that's light. But it's not bad."

A tackle of young people who would rather be called poor if compared to Cains and others.

But considering it was the boy who let it go, Clary smiles at Nicole.

"Stupid. I can't believe you took my body."

"Yes, Dick is an idiot, but he's the strongest around here... old man, what are you really"

"I'm from here, I'm just a small-time user. And I'll tell you guys, in this slum... no, while we only know inside Carlin, we're frogs in the well no matter where we go."

Once in the land of Carlin, monsters gathered in a peculiar place called the Strategy Department.

And in the king's capital, more monsters were to be seen in the rhinestones.

Considering that the world really doesn't run out of monsters, Clary smiles bitterly.

But he also felt at that moment our happiness working under the monster he kept.

That's why he does what he needs to do now when he throws Dick away at the boys with buttcakes on the ground.

"You guys, as seniors here, I'm taking you outside now. Be quick."

"Seniors here... you can't be!

Rumors of one man who stacked a lot of evil in a slum and entered the local army with one arm in anticipation of the previous chief of military.

They had heard that, too.

That's why they understand.

The man who found out about this hidden room and showed the three men away lightly was the undisputed one.

"Well, here's the thing. Anyway, soon this city will be a battlefield. Stick around. I don't have time for this."

"Yes, Captain, it's not good. Their advance party's already inside the city."

From the corner of the ceiling that serves as the entrance to the room, a man who has suddenly stuck his face out.

He turned to Clary, looking so frightened.

As soon as possible, the skinhead man's forehead was engraved with deep wrinkles.

"Shit, you're fucked... I can't help it, I'm gonna force you to break through! You guys, pick these guys up."

"What about the captain?

"I'm the tail. The guy who runs mostly, he spears his ass around from behind. You have to do everything you can to escape."

"Commander Franz, some of the advance party we sent to the city earlier has returned, but there have been some strange reports."

"Weird? Sure it's bizarre enough from here, but is there anything more?"

Franz felt strongly uncomfortable that it was too quiet, with Carlin city in its sight at a distance.

Then Marianne's mouth first states what affirms his discomfort like that.

"Yes, as if a neglected person had disappeared from the city, that there was almost no shadow in the city"

"What? Didn't Lord Blau say that this Bourtogne is still one of the leading demonic stone regions in the country? Nonetheless, the fact that there are no people in the city... does that mean you've been fooled?

Yes, before heading to the land, Blau was turning to him to tell him and make him hear about the current state of Burtonian, or Carlin, as we call it in this country.

Nonetheless, what Marianne told me was completely different from what Blau had heard.

"No, I don't think Lord Blau's story is wrong"

"What do you mean?

Spinned from Marianne's mouth, the contents do not match the status quo.

Franz, hearing it, immediately inquired, wrinkling between his eyebrows.

"Hi. Until the other day, there were signs that people were living normally in this city."

"So you're telling me that all the residents were suddenly in hiding?... Seriously, you had a bunch of guys setting up a little smart trap the other day. What if they're after them?"

"Yeah, you probably are. I think people were buying time to get out of this city."

Enemies who have set quite a few small clever traps on the road to this Burtonian.

All of the traps themselves are to a lesser extent, with little damage done to them.

The two realised, however, that the aim was not to attack them, but to delay their march.

"Shit, did you march behind the alarm?"

"Probably..."

"Speaking of which, you said there were almost no people there earlier. So you're saying there were a few things left?

"Yes. Thank you. It seems so. Looks like they were harassing us the other day because of their outfits, but they said they took the kids and suddenly escaped the city."

Following Marianne's report, Franz is slightly relieved. And immediately, I questioned her about the most crucial point.

"So, you got him?

"Currently, the lead of the advance party is tracking them down. But securing seems to be a matter of time."

"Fine. Then we'll definitely catch him... right, let the second platoon head for it too. Never let them get away with it."

"Yes, we will make arrangements as soon as possible"

Marianne walks away from the scene at once as she salutes her superior officer.

Staring at its back, Franz crushed one unspeakable anxiety toward the void that no one could tell.

"Please. I need you to throw up everything you know about what happened here and what their aim is. I feel trapped in an invisible net from this part of the world. That's why I'm going to expose everything and add a counter-attack to someone trying to tangle me up... absolutely."