Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Anquat, the capital of Turkmenistan.

It was the largest religious city in the centre of the continent, and its size was no less than that of Milanir, the capital of Kisletin.

Such an anquat is also the exact sanctuary of the Cremea Church, which has many followers to the east and west, mainly in the centre of the continent. As a result, worship facilities existed everywhere in the city, and the number of large religious establishments founded by the denomination was one digit different from other cities.

One ancient diocese exists precisely in the heart of such a peculiar city.

In the form of surroundings surrounded by luxurious religious establishments, the building is now about to collapse, where ordinary believers cannot even worship its appearance.

That was the birthplace of this Cremea Church and also the place where the Archbishop conducts his life.

"Under the Archbishop, I have something for you to hear with great fear"

The old man, who was praying silently to the statue of the Mother Earth God situated behind the diocese, slowly looks back the moment he heard the word.

At the end of his gaze was the figure of an armed priest, the head of security who kept his head deeply bowed and never even raised his gaze.

"Are you a Caronak Priest...... anything?

"Cardinal Christopher wishes to see you under his command."

"Well, Cardinal Christopher."

Without even moving pictorially in front of him, he turns to the priest, who keeps bowing his head, and the archbishop says so.

As soon as he did, Karonak said one suggestion in haste and trembling.

"Yes. Only an unscheduled visit. If this is inconvenient, I will inform the Cardinal to reschedule it as soon as possible."

"No, you don't have to. I don't mind. I'll see you."

"Are you sure?

Even those in the position of cardinals, usually in a position following the Archbishop, are not easily met or fulfilled.

As a result, Karonak had not made a report, thinking, for example, that the permit would come down from the beginning. That's why he unexpectedly asks back with surprise.

As soon as, words containing slightly thorns were uttered from the mouth of the Archbishop.

"Even though I'm going to be good, is there a problem?

"Yes, no...... excuse me. We will make arrangements as soon as possible."

The moment he said so, Karonak hurriedly quit before the archbishop, walking away from the diocese.

And once again he appeared in this place at a time when the Archbishop had just finished offering his prayers to God.

"I have taken the Cardinal, under his command"

In the wake of that Karonak voice, the Archbishop slowly turns his gaze toward the entrance of the diocese.

There existed the familiar figure of Karonak and the figure of one silver-haired boy.

"Cardinal Christopher... Long time no see"

"Yes, we've been out of time, my lord."

In the words of the Archbishop, Zeth bows her head deeply.

With that sight in sight, the Archbishop turned his gaze once again to Karonak.

"Priest Karonak, I'm sorry, but the Cardinal and I need to talk. Pay me, please."

"Oh, but..."

Normally, even if a cardinal with a status following the archbishop comes to the interview, it is unlikely that the archbishop's security will be removed, etc. Therefore, in the wake of unexpected words, Karonak gave a bewildered look.

But to him like that, the Archbishop opens his mouth again.

"Could you do me a favor?

"No, I don't... I get it. Then we will wait outside. Call me if you need anything."

In the wake of overlapping lives, Karonak gives instructions to his men, albeit slightly uncomfortable.

Only one old man and one boy were thus left in this old cathedral.

"Good day, Master Zeth"

Among the two, the first to utter the word was an old man known as the Archbishop.

He bows his head deeply, as if in the opposite position to each other's titles.

The silver-haired boy, on the other hand, accepted it as a matter of course.

"The church seems to be doing well, Ramur."

"Yes, this too, in the shadow of all the modifiers"

The archbishop, summoned by his own first name, bows his head deeply in awe once again.

Zeth, on the other hand, changed the spearhead of the topic so that he didn't seem particularly interested in his reaction like that.

"But when people pay so much, how can you say this anquat is a quiet thing? It was usually a bit more busy."

"Almost 80,000 armed believers have already paid for it, so I thought there was no way."

Not all soldiers, of course, originally lived in this capital Anquat. However, it was still in this capital that the largest number of soldiers were sent to the battlefield in every Turkmenistan city.

"Hmm, well I guess so. We're sending in about one soldier for a medium-sized city. So, what's going on with the fight against Kisletin?

"We have heard that the Holy Army, led by the Cardinals, has so far advanced to its advantage."

"Advantage…? Which means it's taking a while."

In the wake of Ramur's vague narratives, Zeth utters Zubari and his main points.

As soon as he did, Ramur became an apologetic mouthpiece, and he panicked to explain why.

"Kisletin was also divided until just before the battle, but when things started, it became unexpectedly tough... it was still a miscalculation that the Free Cities Alliance feriam regained the real power of the country"

"In short, we're going back to our pre-election state. Outreach I thought it would work, but I don't think the performer was strong enough."

Zeth gives a slight reflection, saying so.

Then Ramur opens his mouth to him like that.

"It's just that Napolei in the south is still being held back by Cardinal Kettis, expanding his twitching and his dominant area. My dragoons are sending them in, but I was wondering if I could push them."

"Heh, I'm even putting in a tiger boy gun cavalry. That's pretty thought-provoking."

"I have been told by Lord Emiol for some time now that it is not desirable to put in the battle in a sequential fashion."

That's how Ramur explains himself to Zeth, thinking of a pale-haired young man in the back of his brain.

Then Zeth laughed one satisfactorily.

"Ha, sounds like him. Either way, now it's synonymous with being practically a two-frontal operation for Kisletin. Actually, I could have threefront you, but I guess that's the only reason it didn't work out for you."

"Is that about Britonia?

"Yeah, well, I tried to stir it up a bit, but they were the ones who lacked the power of the performer. Well, it's also because they had an extra person."

When Zeth says so, she tries to shrug her shoulders gently with a bitter smile.

Meanwhile, Ramur took his word for it earlier and asked for its details.

"The extra..."

"Oh, mediator. Well, I guess the name Yui Istarz would be better off if I were to explain it to you."

"Yui Istarz...... even that Amfini's once again!

The moment I hear its name, Ramur's eyes open wide.

And just so that his interpretation was correct, Zeth nodded one big time.

"Oh, as in the meantime, it's his son's fault. Well, I just said son, and the contents felt darker in the blood of my wife, the witch of the sword, than he did."

"Abominable betrayal wise man. Is that why the son stood before us again?"

That's what Ramur says as he bites Zeth's words with a bitter look.

In contrast, Zeth let him have a thin grin on his mouth.

"Continuing with the Western Conference. So. For you guys who make it, he's becoming a tattoo over your eyes, isn't he? Well, I made a little fun of you this time, so I'll leave you to it. I'm busy."

"Did you make fun of me? So that's why we met in person?"

"Oh, just a little bit. Well, it's good about him. More like Operation Two Fronts than that, but what about our east side? I wonder if you're being quiet."

With a bitter smile, Zeth asks about another great power present in the centre of the continent.

Ramur then shook his head vertically once.

"So far there has been no movement in his country. They're burning their hands to desertification."

"I guess. But I can't laugh that it's a fire across the shore. In any case, desertification spreads to the land. That's why you know what to do, right?

"Yes, of course."

In response to Zeth's inquiry, Ramur says so without hesitation.

As soon as I did, Zeth's expression gave me a gleaming grin.

"Fine. Then keep fighting the way you think. I'll be back in the surveillance business for a while."

"Surveillance work…? What the hell is that?

Having heard unfamiliar words, Ramur asks likely to turn to the boy in front of him.

But Zeth asked him back the other way with a voice that didn't sound like him.

"Do I need to know what you're trying to do to me?

"Oh, I'm sorry about this."

When he hears Zeth's words, Ramur bows his head deeply.

Zeth, smiling bitterly at the reaction, turned to Ramur and spoke with a gentle voice.

"No, nothing like an apology. Anyway, if you need me again, please contact me through Emiol. Bye."

That's all I tell you, Zeth slowly walks away from the diocese.

Until his appearance disappeared completely from sight, Ramur kept his head deeply bowed.