Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

A huge collection of light and heat flying in from the other side.

Marianne, who saw it, raised her voice close to screaming at Franz, who stood next to her.

"Yes, Commander. The giant magic of earlier mysteries is heading towards the heart of our army!

"Hurry up and let it scatter. Avoid direct fire!

Franz, who had seen the sight when he hit the House of Lords directly, gave quick instructions, assuming the worst.

Forget to follow the back of the Clarice army in front of them any longer, and they will even try to evade the expected landing point.

Their efforts have been remarkably fruitful.

Light and heat emitted at the same time as colliding with the ground.

Most Britannian soldiers made it to the center.

"Shit, I landed a bullet. But the damage is minor. It's critical, but it looks like it's spreading in time."

Confirming one report after another to be delivered, Marianne tells him so with a relief look on her face.

Then Franz also finally unwrinkled his eyebrows and nodded satisfactorily.

"You almost had a hair. But thanks to the distance, once I hadn't seen it, I couldn't help it"

"Yes. But what is that outrageous magic?

"Probably... collective magic"

Franz tells the magical name of it, conceived of only one, with a bitter look on his face.

But Marianne couldn't honestly agree with his hypothesis.

"Collective magic... are you talking about that magic that the Empire is said to have developed? So you think the Empire and Clarice tied hands?

"I don't know. But that distant, seemingly small group may be the ones of the Empire. Either way, to avoid a second blow, I want Clarice's army to drink right now."

"Commander, it's an enemy!

A soldier's cry to block Franz's words.

With that in his ear, Franz shifts his gaze toward the east sky.

"The enemy... I still don't see that monstrous collective magic."

"No. It's not magic. Clarice Army. The Clarisse army suddenly arrived where the magic hit them directly."

"What... That's it!

At the end of his hastily lowered gaze.

There was a Clarisse army there that was supposed to have been chasing that back.

At some point they are flipping and pointing their spearheads at our army.

That aim is only one thing.

It was the point where the magic struck directly earlier, that is, the central part of the Britonian army, where the troops were the thinnest.

"Move on, move on. The opportunity to break through the center of the enemy doesn't exist at this time!

Elentham's hectic voice clings to the battlefield.

In response to the commander's words, the soldiers who ran the battlefield entered one after the other in the middle of the enemy.

"Exactly, Master Elentham. I didn't expect to see a re-inverted central breakthrough in anticipation of the enemy's diminishing center."

With praise, Michamul, who once raised doubts about the inversion that his superior officer, Elentham, had attempted to make, could not help but be ashamed of himself.

Meanwhile, knowing or not knowing the insides of such a deputy, Ellentum shakes his head left and right twice.

"Michamul, that's different. That praise should be given to that man, not me"

"That man...... that's still about Yui Istarz"

"Oh. Collective magic is indeed great magic. I don't know what deal you made, but just bringing them to this battlefield would be laudable enough. But more admirable than that is the way he operates it."

With a rugged look on his face, Ellen let go to admire the man who had made her try to create this situation.

His deputy, Michamul, meanwhile, can't understand one word his superior's mouth ran and leans slightly on his neck.

"How to operate…"

"Collective magic has its deadly drawbacks. Because of that destructive power, we can't possibly involve our allies. That's why, normally, there will be few restrictions on its operation"

"For example, if we and they had already started a war, he couldn't shoot the collective magic."

It was self-evident what it meant to shoot collective magic in a state of confusion in which enemy allies crossed.

In contrast to the metaphor that Michamul has put out, Elentham shakes his neck vertically without hesitation.

"Exactly. That's why he first punched collective magic into the House of Lords. To show off our existence and our trump cards."

"To show off, not just to us, but also to Britnia?

"Oh. What do you think would have happened then if the aim of collective magic had been the Britonian army from the beginning?

"I think it was inflicting more damage on the enemy than it had done earlier."

Michamul says simple answers without getting lost.

Then his superior officer never denied his words like that, just added one word.

"Not once."

"Just once?

"That's right. The enemy, who saw the power of collective magic, would have either attached itself to us in death or decided to withdraw early. If the former, the collective magic that involves us, our allies, will continue the fight in a situation where we cannot shoot. And the latter, in a situation alerted to collective magic, would now have fought head-on with the House of Lords and the Union of Britannia, which will be a total number more than ours. Either way, it's not a very fragrant future."

Hypothesis spoken by Elentham.

Michamul, who rebuked it in his head, soon understands that it is certainly undeniable.

"You're certainly right. Your Imperial Soldier, led by His Excellency Istarz, does not appear to have a very large number of them, and you will not be able to use the collective magic of power that once devastated our army. If so, we will not allow prediction of how the result will fall if it becomes a front showdown"

"Yes, that's why he shot the first shot at the House of Lords just before we made contact with Britnia. It also means riding your own paintings against me."

"So much thought ahead..."

After Ellentum's commentary, Michamul unwittingly shuts up.

Of course he also knew enough about the heroic abilities of the Redemption. I cannot, however, forbid to marvel at the fact that the man who leads the troops with the smallest number of soldiers is in complete control of the war situations moving one after the other in front of him.

But I could never give him enough time to be surprised.

Because a soldier who was accompanying the lead unit rushed into command.

"Commander, the lead force has completely breached the enemy's rear guard. Successfully split enemy forces."

"Dr. Yui! Clarice Army's front line has successfully broken through the center!

One young man who has rushed from behind.

He will report to his superior officer who holds the spear.

"Oh well. So, how are they starting to move?

"We're moving to envelop the enemy's left wing. They're probably going to half-surround the enemy that split them in half."

In response to the report of the ferm, the dark-haired man exhales once. And to the old man with the spear tip on his throat, he shifted his gaze.

"Checkmate......"

"Why, for this matter. We should have had a numerical advantage. That's..."

With his gaze toward the spear tip directed at him, Emiliotts says so as he shook his neck to the left and right.

Hearing his words like that, Yui turned his gaze towards another enemy commander as he returned his spear to hand.

"Unfortunately, we've almost decided to win or lose. As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to fight any more between Clarice humans. Please surrender, Under-Secretary Thames"

"The Clarisse kill each other...? I do know what you're talking about. But if we surrender here, the fate of those who will be brought to the House of Lords and of their families and ruling people will come to an end."

Though there was the patronage of the House of Lords, he was a man who went up to the top of the Strategic Ministry with Thames. I understand that we no longer have a chance to win.

Nevertheless, he could not accept the reality that had been thrust into him.

"That's not true. Yeah, the face of the House of Lords' central round-table meeting can't be acquitted of boulders. But neither I, nor Her Majesty the Queen of this country, should want to be tired of more than that."

"It's not a matter of wanting, not wanting. This is synonymous with losing our pride, which has been handed down to our ancestors. That's why I took you..."

"Stop it, Thames. That's my job."

It was Emiliotz who had already lost his love spear who controlled Thames from the side, trying to take a step toward Yui.

"Under-Secretary Emiliotts......"

"Don't be impotent, Emiliotz"

Heading to Emiliotz to confront Yui again, Thames rushes to stop him.

But Emiliotts drank him like that.

"You have a job as commander of this unit. As a samurai here in the House of Lords, it's my job to stand up to him... and to decorate the end."

"Nah... so you're going to accept his recommendation"

"That's right. That is my will. Remember, Thames."

With that mouth, Emiliotts pulls out the sword on his hips that he had prepared for his protection.

Seeing the appearance, Yui exhaled loudly.

"Under-Secretary Emiliotts. Wouldn't you accept it yourself?

"You can't. I'm as wise as Thames. The only thing I can believe is this blood and pride flowing as a nobleman and my strength as an Army soldier."

With that in his mouth, Emiliotts thrust Thames backwards and walked one step forward.

"... you have to"

"Let's go, Istarts!

As well as spewing out the word, Emiliotts raises the sword in his hand on the big upper stage and waves it down towards Yui at once.

A wave released with the temper of tearing.

But it was to be taken by his love spear.

"I wonder where your pride has been distorted, Under-Secretary Emiliotts."

At the same time the words are spouted, Yui, who twirls and rotates the spear, then taps a patterned blow into the neck area.

And one old samurai collapsed to the ground, and a dark-haired man was left on the spot.

"Emiliotz!"

"It's okay. I just lost consciousness. I'm sorry, but I can't ask the man responsible for this fight to disappear yet."

Yui sighs and tells him that as he sees Thames rushing over to Emiliotz. And he once again asked his former boss in front of him.

"Under-Secretary Thames, I ask again. Would you accept your surrender, please?

"... don't have to. All right, your..."

"No, you can't. Not at all. What is this? Too boring. Put yourself in the audience for a moment. Who can enjoy such a one-sided game?

That word was uttered in a way that could be worn on the words of Thames.

It was emanating from the side of Yui and the others.

The moment he follows the Lord of his voice with his gaze, Yui remembers something called chills that he hasn't felt in a long time. At the same time, in the brain, a bell rang, reluctantly complaining of danger.

Yes, he understood intuitively that the boy in front of him, for Yui...... no, is something of a kind that should not exist by nature for this world, but therefore.

"Who are you?

Asking so, I feel an unpleasant sweat flowing through my forehead.

This is, yeah, pretty, not good.

A being who shouldn't be. Such a battle, such as this, is so calamitous that it becomes light and sumptuous.

Nonetheless, the silver-haired boy existed as if he had been there from the beginning, without even making Yui aware of the signs.

And with the ease that he was on the road and to his friends, he calls out.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Zeth Christopher and I am the Cardinal of Turmenia. Please keep an eye out for us, mediator."