Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

"Report. The Holy Army of Turmenia collapses in the centre. However, the damage to the Clemea Order Army appears to be extremely minor. Clarice Army has begun operations again."

"Hmm, I guess we're not going with a full score. Because our enemies won't move for us either."

In response to Reyce's report, Yui nods with a bitter smile.

Then Reyce immediately asked him what he would do next.

"So, what are you going to do after this?

"Right. This is basically the end of our work in this fight. I'll leave the rest to them."

That's all he says, Yui scratches his head gently.

"Are they..."

"Oh, it's them. There are a lot of obstacles to taking care of everything. After getting Aces and the others to do a good job of stopping him, we need them in this country to take the last delicious part."

Yui speaks that way and sees in its eyes the appearance of the two armies that began their action with great momentum.

One was an army that continued to be pursued until earlier, while the other was an army that now boasted of overwhelming personnel who himself were involved in the retreat.

"So you think the rest is Eastern and Southern military work? Are you sure?

"After this, it will be a mixed war. Let's just say you're quieter than you can't use collective magic anymore. You might need a finish."

"Finish?"

In response to Yui's remarks, Reyce moves her eyebrows slightly picky.

"Oh. I would never have crossed that if I didn't have to. If you need it, it's when trouble happens. Either way, their likeable way of doing things is limited to sealing it. That's why I'm escorting you, soldiers. Please wait a while."

Yui, who said so, slowly looks back.

There existed the figure of two soldiers, dressed in black armor and helmets, guards with their faces hidden.

"Damn, isn't it all up his palm?"

Calowyn inverted his army on the eastern side and made his way to the Holy Army with all his might to begin his entry.

Being a commander, he exhaled a deep sigh as he saw his own army, which was unilaterally chopping down his enemies.

"You're winning, but sighing is a luxury story."

"He took all the delicious things to me."

That's what Calowyn answers, smiling bitterly at his deputy's words.

whereas the slightly older deputy smiled bitterly as he was caught

"Even though it's a battle in our country, it's true that he took everything to his guests. He said he gave us something delicious."

"That's the kind of guy, that guy"

Having a brief relationship but roughly grasped the humanity of a man known as a Western hero, Calowyn answers that in a somewhat tired tone.

"Anyway, let's just say we look like decent military men and work neatly to the end"

"Right. Well, it looks like we've successfully begun rear deployments as well. Shall we tighten the rest slowly and securely?"

At the end of the line of sight, a unit breaking through the center of a confused enemy joins some units of the Clarice Army to begin rear deployment.

This situation was exactly as the two men intended it to be, as well as an endgame view as an eastern army.

And with this sight in sight, the deputy speaks of one suggestion while being slightly lost.

"Commander, we have some leeway in the situation. Why don't you send reinforcements to the southern side of the army?

"I'm sorry, but I've already arranged that. When their magic succeeded, the difference in strength between them became decisive. And when you use collective magic, turn some soldiers over to you if there is less damage to the army in the south. It's called Plan F II."

"... how many patterns were you guys planning?

In response to Calowyn's remarks, his deputy asks as he pulls his cheeks.

In contrast, Calowyn shrugged her shoulders slightly.

"Well, three digits if you include even the fine conditions. But in the end, there's always one choice. So let's just say we don't waste any more words like him and focus on annihilation."

"Roger that. And... I'll check, are you sure the commander isn't headed south?

"... who else besides me can command all this number now that he's got a high profile? Besides, even if it looks like this, we're not going to have any personal feelings about the operation."

That was clearly a word that pushed something to death.

That's why his deputy bows his head immediately.

"Excuse me. I will now give instructions to complete the siege."

"Whoa. Nice to meet you."

When Calowyn replies to Eagle Deep, his deputy leaves the scene early.

And Calowin, who was left on the spot, transferred his gaze to the hill where the collective magic was unleashed.

"But what are we going to do? As for my country, it's a lot more troubling than being shown his strength so far after the Western Conference... well, I'm quitting because of the Caserta Fortress, and do you think the rest of the trouble will come from above?"

When he only speaks of it, he redirects his gaze to the battlefield in front of him again.

That was precisely where the battle was moving into the final phase.

"No, Cardinal. Both sides are overflowing with enemy shadows, of course."

"Completely surrounded..."

In response to Mahzun's words, Nurzan, who looked around, exhales a deep sigh as he drops his shoulders.

Turning to him like that, Byram uttered one suggestion in a strong tone.

"Cardinal, how can I help you? If we force a breakthrough, I still think it's backwards."

That choice Byrum spoke of.

But Nurzan shook his head left and right against his suggestion.

"Our enemies know we will. I guess that's why it was the central breakthrough rear expansion."

"Are you saying that it was the enemy's main force entrusted with breakthroughs and backward blockades that held us back?"

"Uhm. And if you move poorly, that magic will probably strike you. Even if it's not as powerful as it was earlier."

Nurzan says so in a tired tone, pointing to the hill where earlier magic was unleashed against Mahzun.

In response to that word, Byram, a belligerent and a constant mouthpiece of aggressive measures, sat on the spot as if he had lost his strength and slowly spun his weak words.

"Are we losing..."

"Oh... get ready for harmony"

That Nurzan statement.

Mahzun, who overheard it, confirms it in the form of a press.

"Do you mind?

"Much less. Making this decision was the one that imposed on me -"

"Oh, no, please wait, Cardinal. It's not in your authority."

The words, which were suddenly uttered within the formation, were uttered by a man with a smile who made a mockery of him.

"Judana?"

Byrum, who was sitting on the ground, raises that gaze to words that make him feel that nasty.

And he saw in his eyes the midst of one supposedly general episcopal offering and the appearance of his children's men.

"Judana Festival. What do you mean you don't have the authority?

"Hehe, it would be quicker for you to see this than to talk with your mouth. Check it out."

With that in mind, Judana hands Nurzan the document she had in her hand.

As soon as Nurzan saw the writing, he stared seriously at Judah's face as he pulled his cheeks.

"... hey, that's stupid. Why is this happening?"

"You said under the Archbishop. In the unlikely event of a defeat, I will take care of everything in my peace with my enemies."

With a niggling grin, Judana clearly tells him so.

"Ho, that's what really happened... but you're just a midnight holiday -"

"Yes, I forgot to mention one thing."

In a way that blocks Nurzan's words, Judana gently slams her hands.

And as he took one step further forward with a full grin, he waved that right arm gently the next moment.

"The neck of the defeated fool was talking about letting him go."

"Hey, Judana, you!

The moment one neck fell to the ground, Byram, who was plunged into the earth, emitted his anger.

But when he turned to him with such a thin grin, Judana softly raised her free left hand.

"Whoa, it's time for you leaders to take responsibility for your defeat, too. Be quiet."

The moment his words were uttered, countless firing sounds echoed within the formation.

And Byram and Mahzun, who were bullets all over their bodies by the men of Judana, fall straight into the earth.

In the line so quiet in an instant, Judana turned its gaze far south.

"Apparently, Kettis is still fighting. It's utterly barbaric. Even though efficiency is called efficiency at first and efficiency at second to achieve the purpose. It's a nauseating story, but the mediator might be more comfortable with me around there."