Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

A certain corner in the Clarice I Division position.

There exists one hut in a hurry where there is clearly stricter vigilance than the surrounding area.

In it, one magnificent man, as if he were a figurine doll, sat down on his chair with a grumpy look without even moving with a pickle while nagging.

"Excuse me, Commander Franz."

"... it was definitely you, Nexal. What the hell is it?

Franz asks, looking at the young officer who appeared inside the cabin, when he slightly raised his face.

Nexal then opened his mouth with a slightly nervous face.

"Commander, I... I have a request for an interview, can you accept it?

"Do defeated generals have the right to veto?

"No, it's... it's just... it's up to me to see you."

In response to Franz's inquiry, Nexal, who had difficulty saying that he had no right of veto, tells him so, apparently with a look of trouble.

Franz could easily understand that he was not the one who could ignore the person who brought him here in front of him because of the language of such a young officer's reaction.

"In short, you're a high-ranking man, a visitor. So, who is it?

"You said that you would know if you told him that you kept the sword."

The moment the word was uttered from Nexal's mouth, Franz's expression changed from what he had previously deviated from.

"Ace...... That's it! Why is he here?

"Well, that, from my mouth..."

Anger emanated from Franz suddenly.

Nexal, who saw it, takes a step back and manages to squeeze out the words.

Meanwhile, Franz quickly calms his mind with such a bewildered look on Nexal's face. And once I took a big, deep breath, I regained my original calm expression and opened its mouth.

"By virtue of this circumstance, the searcher appears before me...? Fine, I'm a loser. If you're the winners, I'll see you with anyone."

"Thank you. Now, please wait a moment."

Nexal hurriedly lowered his head and rushed straight out to the outside of the cabin.

And after a few moments, a familiar brunette appeared inside the cabin.

"Is it real...? I'm not tired of just fooling our country, have you even come to fool the defeated generals?

"Ha, I don't mean to be hairy...... Whatever, we're out of time. Commander Franz."

The brunette walked up to Franz with a bitter smile, scratching his head and saying so.

"Oh. But how dare you show your face before me, Ace"

"Hi. How's it going? Could you be angry that I borrowed your arr?

"Naturally, fool! How dare you give me the sacred relics of our country!

At the inquiry of the dark-haired man, Franz revealed once again the anger he was holding back.

If you look at that, perhaps the Britonian soldiers will cease to exist.

Because that rational, gentlemanly Franz is yelling at people as they spit.

On the other hand, Teng himself, who enraged such a good sense man, panicked at the man in front of him with a bitter smile.

"Oh, please don't be angry. I'm just borrowing it. I'll pay you back when I'm done."

"What do you use such a sword for?"

"To cut something that can't be cut...... is it? No, I was a skeptic myself, but I was just convinced it was still probably necessary."

While accepting Franz's anger, the brunette speaks of an extremely vague excuse.

So, no, that's why Franz's anger never subsided.

"I don't know what to translate. Anyway, return it to Her Majesty as soon as possible! If you don't, I'll make you throw up where the sword is."

With that much mouth on his mouth, Franz rises out of his chair with momentum.

As soon as he did, the dark-haired man stepped back with a bitter look as he stuck his hands out in front of his body.

"No, that's what I'd like to do if I could give it back, but I don't have it anymore..."

"Hey, what are you doing? Where the hell did you go? I guess I didn't already sell you out, you greedy merchant!

"No, I'm not selling it. I'm not selling it. So please calm down. Because it's only something I have to give back. I'm just lending it again."

A brunette who speaks with a carefree look of utter nothingness.

As soon as he heard his words like that, Franz finally glanced wide open at both eyes and glanced at the man in front of him with intent to kill him.

"He said he'd lend it again!

"No, Ha... I was. It didn't say in the borrowing letter that something else would use it, did it? I didn't realize this, and sincerely..."

"Such a borrowing letter is invalid! By and large, you just pushed it unilaterally. I don't remember ever agreeing with you enough."

Franz slaps his anger as he blocks the words of the man in front of him with a proper excuse.

As soon as the dark-haired man in front of him slipped his gaze slightly, he snapped with a slightly smaller voice.

"'Cause if you told me to lend it to you, I wouldn't have gotten permission, would I?

"Naturally!

"Right. So what about this? Instead of paying the loan, you pay the Britonian soldiers back to your country unharmed. I don't think this is ever a one-sided condition."

Franz, who was still stuck to the brunette man with all the momentum he had grabbed, regains a slight calm as he stiffens onto the spot the moment he hears the conditions.

"What... what did you just say?

"No, I hope it's not a one-sided condition"

"Before that. You said you would return my soldiers intact. But there's no way you can do that."

Franz, once again fuzzy and angry, speaks that way in a tone of utter disbelief.

Meanwhile, the dark-haired man tilted his neck gently, looking like he didn't really know.

"Why not?

"Why not? There is no way a lustful merchant would have the right to free his captives. If you're going to fool me, you're going to fool me a little better."

"No, you don't mean that... I mean it at all, but if anything, I'll write a contract or anything in my name"

"How can I trust your contract?"

One borrowing letter originally placed in a resting place in Cariburnus.

That's what Franz tells him as he shakes his head left and right.

"Sure... but can't you trust me there? Uh, Mr. Nexal. I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you could bring me the contract I had prepared."

"Yes, this way"

The moment his voice is uttered toward him outside the cabin, Nexal, who showed up earlier, comes running early enough with a piece of writing and a pen.

"Thank you. So..."

The brunette, who receives the tools from Nexal, gives an insignia and autograph in a pre-prepared document. And as it was, I handed it to Franz.

"How about this, Commander Franz?

"This stuff, no credit whatsoever... wait... what is this?"

Forced to hand, Franz asks so with a crease between his eyebrows when he looks at what has just been written.

"Whatever you say, it's a contract,"

"So I know that. That is not the problem. This name... Are you going to fool me again?

The Franz's voice was slightly trembling.

Too much situation, and too much to talk about.

But if that signature, which I saw for myself, was true, it would be unacceptable, but it was consistent with all the circumstances and possibilities.

And to back it up, the man in front of me suggests that his own name is not one with a slight laugh.

"Ha, so I never fooled you. Because the name Ace Crosser is the name I've always used as a merchant."

"... is it real? Are you sure you're Yui Istarz?

Still half-hearted.

On the contrary, Franz was honestly feeling that he was seeing a terrible scam.

However, in response to his suspicions like that, the brunette shakes his neck vertically without hesitation.

"With regard to that inquiry, it is Jesus. Or is it fake? If you're going to take all the trouble, I'd love to give you a name."

"But that's... no way..."

"Hmm...... right. Well, is it impossible to suddenly ask me to sign a contract? Okay, here's what we'll do. Tomorrow the main body of the Clarice army will be on its way back to Eltbourg, the king's capital. So please think slowly during your journey to that point. By the way, I wrote down various conditions besides lending swords in my contract, so check it out."

When the dark-haired man says so, he returns his heel with a nickel and a grin.

As soon as that was the case, Franz hit one question when he turned to his back and regained gentlemanly calm.

"Wait, Ace...... no, Isterz. What's your real aim?

That Franz inquiry.

In contrast, Ace Kloser thing Yui Istarz looks back once as he scratches his head.

"Well, what is it? Am I going to pay a little debt to someone in Turkmenistan? Now if you'll excuse me."

That's all I told you, the brunette walked away from Franz.

The remaining commander of the Britonian army was to hold his head as he sat down to the chair tired.