Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

A separate building in the school building present in the cadet school.

There exists one room where students usually don't stop by.

In the room, there's always one old man.

Watching the paper as he normally sat in his chair, he turned that grumpy look to his visitors when he heard an uncomfortable knocking noise.

"Are you still here today..."

That voice that looks obviously uncomfortable.

dark-haired man, who took it directly from the front, gently shrugged his shoulders

Open your mouth as if protesting.

"Don't look so disgusted. I told you I'd be there tomorrow."

"I can't guess what you're talking about. Especially when it comes to appointments. So can you bother remembering"

"No, even if they say so grandiose..."

Yui, who could strongly argue from his usual deeds, only mouths it as he scratches his head.

Meanwhile, the bearded old man, staring at Yui with a slightly sharp eye, mouthed one question.

"So, is he usable?

"Right. To be honest, a little bit more like…"

"Right. Hmmm......"

Listening to Yui's answer, Azwell gently strokes his jawbeard.

"It's okay. He's the heir to Kirinko, the magician."

"Hmm, I just said that on my own around me, and I've never nominated him as my successor. First of all, I've never named myself that name before."

"Is it also the name of the wise man in the diaspora?

The moment that word was uttered from Yui's mouth, Azwell's eyebrows moved pickly.

But as soon as he regained his mind, he laughed with his nose at his remarks like that.

"Hmm, I would have had to mention a country that doesn't exist right now. Few of the living ones know the very existence of his country anyway. It's all about the past."

"Right. Well in any case, I think we can handle it soon when it comes to lute. And if not. It's going to be a little rough."

"That's what turning to passivity means. So for a long time, I told you that the situation should be on the making side whenever you can. Nonetheless, you always are."

Azwell's statement, which is no longer anything but a sermon.

In contrast, when Yui smiled bitterly, he scratched his head lightly.

"No, I'm going to do the best I can with this."

"You don't know that. Well, in any case, when it comes to reverse engineering, the rest depends on the one. I left all my skills with him."

"Right. But honestly, doesn't your teacher have feelings about being a teacher, too? For example, you want to leave behind those who will inherit your research."

With his right index finger up, Yui mouths one hypothesis.

But it was to be lightly denied by the old man in front of him.

"No. First of all, I can't help but leave something I can't see for myself."

"Ha, I'm not being honest."

Yui sighed lightly when she said so.

Meanwhile, Azwell, who was uncomfortable with Yui's reaction, just switches the subject.

"Say it. So, what happens to you?

"As planned..."

"Right, I see. This guy's almost done with the analysis."

With that mouth, Azwell puts a wave of sword on his desk unwrought.

Yes, that sword that couldn't have existed in a place like this.

"You're a boulder. So, how was it?

"A sword that keeps causing cause and effect. Exactly what you said. More on this."

When Azwell tells him so, he throws a bunch of paper toward Yui.

Upon receiving a few portions of it, Yui spoke the truth with a bitter smile.

"Uh, can I have this?

"Stupid mon. Why should I rewrite it? If you remember to just copy where you need to go, just come and give it back. No common sense."

"Hey, my ear hurts a little when I can throw up words like this sword in front of me and give it back. Either way, you can still use this one."

That's what Yui says as he nods one thing, looking at that report close to running writing as it falls apart.

"Because you're gonna use him."

"Is he...?

"Oh, he's a fool who's making young"

"I see, you're Fox Leorgaard's grandfather"

Yui, who understood the person Azwell was referring to, scratches his head lightly when he utters his name.

"That perverted jizzy should be able to handle that theory. Probably."

"Right. You're absolutely right. If so, it's still -"

"Senior! We have an urgent visitor. Please come back now!

One young man jumps in haste as he momentously breaks down a bunch of unmade paper placed inside the room.

Yui then turned his gaze to the young man with an unexpected look on his face.

"That's Aince. What happened to the Minister himself on purpose?

"Everyone doesn't like coming to this room... I asked about it with the professor's room, so naturally it depends on me coming"

Aynce, glanced at by Azwell, rushes to correct his own loss.

Meanwhile, from what he said and did, Yui gave a light insight into why.

"Oh well. So, who's on the other side?

"You don't know which country."

"Well, it's only possible for a neighbor. I've been waiting for that."

Yui says so while gently hoisting the right corner of his mouth.

As soon as I did, a question mark came up behind Aynce's brain.

"Were you waiting?

"Oh. If we're going to make a move anyway, we have to look ahead and move. To be honest, I wasn't going to push you from here. It's true that there were more priorities than that."

In response to Eince's inquiry, Yui adds a concise explanation.

With that in mind, I finally nodded one as well as Eince said I'd gotten it.

"I see... if you want to sell it anyway, you sell it at a high price."

"Not while I can afford it on the other side. Anyway, I've been cutting cards over there. If so, let's say we respond. So, I ask you again, who came?

"This is Mr. Ufena Valdez."

The moment she hears the name, Yui gives a sinister look for a moment.

"... I see. Oh, my God, this is going to be hard."

"It's better not to look too far at the other person's feet, trying to be too easy. He's a senior villain."

"Not at all. You have a habit of using people to make things easier. Better fix it early."

In the form that follows Eince, Azwell also pulls down the dark-haired man in front of him.

Yui turned to the old man with a beard and said back when he accidentally gave him a bitter look.

"That's terrible for both of us. And at least I don't want the professor to tell me."

"Well, I don't know."

"Do you have this professor and this godson?"

Azwell, and Moving his gaze in turn with Yui, Aynce says so with a grunted mouthful.

Then Azwell stood with his right hand, lightly tongue-in-cheek, just asking him to leave toward Yui.

"Shit, okay. If you want to go now, just go. I'm in the way of research."

"Yes, I'll see you later."

"Now excuse me, Dr. Azwell."

In the form that follows Yui, Eince also bows her head gently.

And as I tried to leave the room, Azwell's voice echoed from behind.

"Wait, the line's small."

"To? Is it me?"

Not expecting to be called to a halt, Aynce turns to Azwell again with her neck tilted.

"Ains. You got something to do, don't you?

"Uh, things to do......?

I don't know what they're saying, Aynce solidifies on the spot.

Then he turned to him like that, and Azwell gave one order in a harsh tone.

"That's right. Organize the documents you scattered when you just came in. Just let it end. That's good."

"Um, no, but, uh... yes"

Young Minister of Military Affairs proud of the Kingdom of Clarice.

He was allegedly late for a negotiating seat with the Republic of Kisletin, but the reason for this is unknown for future generations.