Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

"Chief, I have one report for you."

"Something, Michamul."

In Clarice Army Division I, which was recommending horses to Carlin, Elentham Third, who binds one army, asks likely to head to Michamul Fifth, his deputy, who has pulled the horses over.

"This is a report from a subordinate... it seems that our army has been under surveillance for some time."

"Well, surveillance..."

"Yes, look on that cliff"

In a form prompted by Michamul, Elentham raises its gaze.

Then there was the figure of the multiple who kept seeing their trends in such a way that they melted between the rocks on the cliff.

"Hmm, I see. So, do you have any wild feelings that they might try to attack us or make contact somewhere?

"No, that's nothing in particular..."

"Fine then. Leave me alone."

In response to Michamul, Ellentam shifts that gaze forward herself as if she had lost interest.

"Um... are you sure?

"Is there something wrong? At any rate, our presence and troop size have been found out by the people through the House of Lords. Plus, there's no chance of a sudden ambush in a place like this that's still far from Carlin."

"That's right..."

Michamul, who was honestly unconvinced by Ellentum's statement, speaks so as to devour.

Then, with a bitter smile, Elentham turned to his still young deputy to offer one tip.

"For once, you should reconsider the prerequisites. Are they really enemy troops to fulfill?

"Well... but I don't think anyone else needs to be watching us."

"If our surveillance is for a purpose, it certainly might be. But I wonder if it would otherwise make up a different interpretation as well. I mean, there's a different interpretation of what they really want to monitor."

"When we're not meant to be... no way!

Michamul, who understands what Elentham intends, opens his eyes to both of them.

His superior officer, on the other hand, who saw the reaction, nodded one satisfactorily.

"You seem to have noticed. Of course there is no denying the possibility that their aim is ours. But then I guess I'll have to do a little more. I mean, you don't have to do it with enough people to discover anything. I mean, that, I guess, being found is a message in itself. Anyway, he's not quite an honest man."

"Is he..."

"Oh. Probably the work of my best friend's godson. Well, when it comes to the hero of salvation, I guess you know."

The moment the word is uttered, Micamul has a startling look on his face.

"No way!? Then he said that he was coming back to this country!

"Armad's guy was hinting that he was moving. If so, maybe that's the purpose of telling us to just look forward. Of course, I'm just checking on the situation."

With that alone in his mouth, Ellentum tries to shrug his shoulders gently.

But Michamul, who lined up horses next to him like that, had no idea what the superior officer meant by words.

"What the hell do you mean?

"I guess that means they'll get rid of the intruders, I guess. I mean, I don't care what's behind me, I'm telling you to come face to face with Britnia. In other words, it could be interpreted as being slapped in the ass."

"I mean, the rear safety, you think those guys will take care of it?

"That would be the case. That's why they don't come in contact with us on their own. There is no doubt that the grass of the House of Lords is in this unit. But I don't know what you're going to do with the number of soldiers in Lemuriak."

The number of local troops stationed in Lemuriak is naturally also known to Elentham.

And at the same time, their number is far less than that of the House of Lords.

"Should we still watch out for surprise attacks from the rear?

"That's natural. As a matter of fact, the hero is not moving, and it is possible that that is the scout of a dumb enemy. In that case, there is no denying that it would be unfavourable, both in numbers and in formation."

"If so, I just pray that that is the soldier of the Lord Hero"

That was the exact truth of Michamul.

That's why Elentham nods one thing, and whines as he does.

"Right. Either way, he's not a man who prefers to work too aggressively, but he's also not a person who is silently looking at the evolution of the situation. In anticipation of his darkness, let's just say we focus on the enemy in front of us. Anyway, he's the one I'm gonna take care of... yes, Yui Istarz."

"Dear Zeth. They say the Clarice army has begun its progression to the land. In contrast, Franz and the others will be discussing this soon."

A relatively beautiful inn, almost in the centre of Carlin.

Zeth, who accompanied the Britonian army and borrowed it between them, listens and agrees to the report of the young man who at some point appeared.

"Well, that would be reasonable. If we're surrounded by enemies in a place like this, we're done. So, where are we going to fight?

"I thought if the Clarice people would respond, it would be the Lucida Plains."

From the information they get from Franz and the others, Emiol tells them the battlefield they think comes first.

With that in mind, Zeth smiled nicely.

"Ha, I see. Franz-like tough choice. So, Blau, what about you guys?

"Clarice, if you don't poke the back of the army, it looks like you've already made a move."

"Hmm...... I see. Now, when that happens, how does he move?

Organize the information told by Emiol in his brain, and Zeth dares to speak of someone who probably holds the key.

"When I say him, do you mean the mediator?

"Oh, you're right. After going to the Empire, I haven't been able to grasp his trends. But, you know, maybe this is the right time if he represents himself. If not, you can ignore it in the future because you're just incompetent"

Laughing lightly, Zeth tells him so.

Meanwhile, with that look on his face, Emiol gave an honest impression.

"Sounds like fun, Master Zeth"

"Fun? Heh, maybe I do. Without using my wallet, I can see the foolishness. This isn't fun, what do you enjoy?"

"That's certainly true. Do you like it? Franz has asked us to stay in Carlin."

As for Emiol, it was taken for granted.

If we think normally, it is because Zeth is nothing but a disturber to them, such as going out to battlefield.

But the person at the time didn't even put such Franz's aspirations and other shards on his teeth.

"Ha, is that a request? Unfortunately, he's not my superior. And I didn't sign a formal alliance either. So unfortunately, I wonder if you have a stepdad to follow that."

"Are you sure?

As a precaution, Emiol asks.

Then, the boy in front of him gently shook his head vertically.

"Absolutely. Most of all, you can't keep them down after all the bone breaks. So for this fight, let's not just hand it out. Emiol, do you like that, too?

"... if that's what Zeth says"

Although a few thoughts existed, Emiol nodded unacceptably, prioritizing cautious behavior that did not meet Zeth's expectations.

Satisfied with the reaction, Zeth smiled nicely.

"Fine. Well, I wonder what kind of battle it's going to be. The future would be interesting if we pulled her out looking high and were to be directed to confront him."

"Is she looking high..."

"Oh, the queen who hasn't gotten to this stage yet. I mean, I lost my sword like no other, Olivia."

The name of the exotic queen who saw it as an opportunity and sent the army, but has not been able to decide to intervene fully. With that in his mouth, Zeth unwittingly hoists the right corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, with such an accurate understanding of his aspirations, Emiol slowly put into its mouth one future that could happen.

"In that case, the western part of the continent will finally be chaos."

"Right? Well, then shall we go and worship his face, too? Make my enemy the face of mediator Yui Istarz."