Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Military Ministry Buildings present in Milanir, capital of the Republic of Kisretin.

There was the man in one of the rooms on the top floor.

Forty years old, he went up and down to the chief of integrated operations in this country, and now there's Calowyn Cleftberg, who should have gone down the field.

"So, Errob called me, what the hell does this look like to me?

"I'm going to explain that. Just hang up, Mr. Calowyn."

Opjim Pennelman, who is currently in the post of Deputy Minister of Military Affairs and is essentially at the apex of the nation's army, advises Calowyn to sit on the couch in front of him when he says so.

"Thanks for this."

"Your treatment of reserves has just been lifted and I would like to appoint you as the Supreme Commander of the Holy Army against Turmenia as of today. Of course, Elrob, I think I've already heard from you."

Opgym turns to Calowyn, who remains somewhat fluffy, and cuts out that way in a way that confirms the premise.

Then, also, Calowin had nothing to deny in particular, adding sarcasm and cutting back.

"Yeah, I hear that because it's stubborn. But you did something bold. I didn't know you were rewriting the paperwork on your own and treating me like a reserve. No, it depends on how the sign of the Freedom Country falls before it's built."

"Still tough, you are. I have no words to return the allegations, but I am truly glad that Elrob has taken ultra-legislative measures."

While taking Calowyn's sarcasm directly from the front, Opgym tells him to head to the grand age in front of him without making a slight move.

In contrast, Calowyn unwittingly shook her head small to the left and right.

"They say bold things again. Instead of voting when your current statement is on the table, you lose your seat if you're bad."

"How about that? If you lead and win this battle, my seat will be safe."

"This is why politicians. Anyway, I haven't said I'm going to talk to you once yet."

With a small sigh, Calowyn speaks that way, just in case.

Turning to him like that, Opzim immediately said the question.

"Hmm... so you want to keep an eye on the change as a citizen?

"... leave me alone, but I'd love to if you guys would win"

"I see. But unfortunately, given the circumstances, we're going to lose."

That word of Opzim, who is currently at the apex of the army of this country.

The moment he hears it, Calowyn wrinkles between his eyebrows when he first removes his thin laughter from his expression.

"I wonder if the head of the army on the boulder would say something like that lightly."

"But it's true."

Calowyn is slightly puzzled by the words, which he releases without getting lost.

And for the first time, he moved on.

"... so what exactly do you want me to do as commander?

"As I said earlier. I want to entrust you with the Supreme Commander of the Holy Army, or Eastern Front."

I understood that as Opzime what kind of answer the magnificent years in front of me were looking for. However, he answers differently than the answers hidden in Calowyn on top of each other.

With that in mind, Calowyn gave a bitter look.

"I mean, if you don't let me fight him, is that what you mean?"

"I know your obsession with the former Minister of Military Affairs. That's why you left the army. But for our country, the biggest crisis is the Holy Army."

"Honestly, I don't feel comfortable...... but it's also true that it's not a coincidence that the country is doomed and allowed to convert to his faithful Cremeanism. Is it inevitable..."

When Calowyn speaks like that, let him try to spread his hands gently just to surrender.

"Oh, can I ask for it?"

"Thank you for taking care of me for a long time. There's just one condition."

"Conditions?"

Opgym is bewildered for a moment by an unexpected Calowyn offer.

Then Calowyn clearly put his own request in its mouth.

"Yes, put competent personnel on staff. I repeat, the competent one."

"Are you dissatisfied with the faces you're placing on the Eastern Front right now?

"We have a collection of competent faces only when it comes to clerical work. Unfortunately. In fact, because they're incompetent, aren't they pushed into them while outnumbering them?

Calowyn mouths that he has neither body nor lid, and Opzim mouths the question with a weak look on his face.

"It's not true in a way... but who do you want?

"Solanent."

That person's name was emitted without any hesitation or hesitation.

With that in his ear, Opzim gives a slightly unexpected look.

"Solanent...? I'm sure you were unfaithful.

"Yeah, but he's capable."

"I know that, too. But unfortunately, he can't."

"Why?

"I've just appointed him as the substantive head of the Southern Front."

The moment that fact is told from Opzim's mouth, when Calowin tongues, he puts his hand on his chin and begins to worry.

"Shit... but I didn't even say he seemed like someone else who could use it. Military bureaucrats other than that guy are full of heads, and I honestly don't see how they're going to help me as my auxiliary brain. If you're incompetent, there are a lot of things that are better without you."

"Auxiliary brain...? Well, if it's temporary, I have arrangements for an excellent auxiliary brain."

As soon as the word comes out of Opzim's mouth, Calowyn gives a heartfelt, unexpected look.

"Well... I don't remember anyone else being able to do that when I left here."

"Oh. I certainly wasn't there when you were. No, maybe I should say I'm still gone."

"You don't see the story. Who the hell are you talking about?

With a strange look on his face, Calowin asks the old man in front of him.

That's how Opzim approached stating his answer to it, when suddenly one man appeared when the door to the room was knocked.

"Pardon me, Deputy Minister Opzim."

"President!?"

The moment he saw Feliam Gruzenpark, the leader of the Free Cities Alliance party, Calowyn said so in surprise when he opened his eyes slightly.

"Ex, Mr. Calowyn. And the deputy minister, he just arrived."

"Right. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"What, I don't mind. It is the prerogative of our opposition to move freely even under these circumstances."

With that mouth, Calowin slightly hoists the right corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile, Calowyn, who overheard the conversation between the two, spoke frank questions.

"Who is he?

"It's the talent you're looking for. No, he's more than that."

"What do you mean?

Calowin, who questioned Opzim's answer, immediately asked.

Then at that time, one small figure emerged from behind Feliam.

"Kids? Yes...... no, you are!?"

Seeing the boy who showed up on the spot, Calowyn opens his eyes to both.

But as soon as the boy shook his head to the left and right, he made him laugh lightly.

"Don't get me wrong, Calowyn. It's not me."

"Dear Fox, what about that man?

Four great sages leave alone and head to Fox, who keeps looking young, and Feliam asks so to look back and confirm.

"They'll be here soon. You see."

The moment Feliam says so, the person shows up with a bitter smile as he scratches his head.

"I stayed a bit until this time, but I'm basically unfamiliar with it. Don't leave people on their own, Fox's grandfather."

A brunette who showed up in that space.

The moment he saw the person, Calowyn couldn't help but chuckle at the attraction.

"hey... jokes are tough"

"I'm not kidding, Calowyn. I'll lend you this lazy bastard. That's part of my deal with him."

"A deal or a unilateral order? Well, it's easier to touch east, but eventually it's going to be easier and better, so it's a boat to cross."

Taking the words of Fox, who looked like a boy, the brunette mouths so in a sigh.

"Right? So that's it for my job. Good luck to you guys later."

With that in his mouth, Fox walks out of the room just saying he's no longer done his part.

That's how he sees one man left at the entrance to the room, and Calowin shakes his neck left and right again and again just because he still can't believe it.

But as soon as he accepted that this was real, he smiled nicely.

"I see, excellent...... no, you mean the best staff you can hope for. If you say you can have this much food, let me try to do the same for you. There seems to be a lot to include, thank you, Western hero."

The Kisletin Army sarcastic, who spoke so, turned to the brunette man in front of him and offered him his right hand.

A battle later called the Caserta Religious War.

It will mark a turning point with these two encounters.