Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Those who continue to stretch the streets of southern Kisletin at full speed.

The figure was clearly not that of the defeated.

There is no agitation whatsoever in the expression of every soldier, and on the contrary, no emotion can be read from it, as if frozen.

However, exceptions also existed in the population.

A young man who takes substantial command of the troops and a man who should have been the commander of the defeated.

Though their most obvious expression was completely different.

"I didn't know the archbishop's katanas were magicians."

Kettis, with a tired look on his face, squeals so toward the man next door as he sighs.

A young man who suddenly appeared as the head of the dragoon just before starting northbound. He took the word and dared to give it a mild laugh.

"Oh, I thought you knew so much about the nature of the dragoon."

"If so, there were many things that were easy to explain… but I honestly didn't want to believe it"

With a slightly thorny tone, Kettis tells his neighbor to turn to the young man.

As soon as I did, a laugh of further ridicule echoed around me.

"The realist Cardinal Kettis was being seen only what he wanted to see? Ha, that won't be possible"

"Hmm... so who's your lord who's partitioning the dragoons at some point?

The dragoons sent in by the Cardinals as they mounted armed bees in the south.

The man who was taking that command was a magnificent samurai named Lantis.

Clearly, however, than when breaking through the siege net, the troop commander was being taken by the youth in front of him, not him.

Yes, a pale-haired young man unrecognizable to Kettis.

"Oh, this is rude. I was escorting someone who was a little wild, so I entrusted Lantis with the position of captain. It is in Emiol Fressando, the head of the Dragoon, who reports directly to the Archbishop."

"I don't know your name... no, it would be reasonable if you were a magician"

It could be said that it is taboo to put the presence of magicians on the table in the Cremea denomination, which lists magical exclusion.

That's why Kettis thinks it's inevitable that he doesn't know how to treat himself as a cardinal.

The young man, who named himself Emiol, however, let Kettis' remarks be lightly denied, with a smile of ridicule.

"I hope you don't joke. Whatever they are, this I'm not. Please be careful not to be associated with such filthy things as magicians."

While knowing that the person in front of him is Kettis, and in front of the magician's men, Emiol says so without any hesitation.

In response to that, I received no upset run over the other soldiers, and Kettis made me guess all the circumstances there.

"I see. Are you a modifier too?"

"Hehe, I'll leave it to your imagination. Mr. Kettis, the Fixer."

With a meaningful look on his face, Emiol mouths just that.

Meanwhile, with such a look at his remarks, Kettis gave a bitter look.

"You can say whatever you want about me. You admitted it more than that."

"So I'm counting on you to imagine. In the meantime, I want to tell you something more important than that"

"Important?

"Yes. At the moment, you would like to come under my command... Would you agree?

The expression had a full grin on its face, even though the tone said exploratory.

That's why Kettis understands what it means for him.

"... is that a threat?

"No way. Cardinal, there's no such thing as threatening someone. This is just a favor. If you don't obey me, I'm going to have to change the way I ask you to do it."

With any unchanging grin, Emiol tells Kettis so, as a matter of course.

Soon after, a deep sigh was exhaled from Kettis' mouth.

"Ha... that's what you're threatening me with. Either way, I am a loser who has lost many of my followers. I'll follow your instructions."

"That's really great. So, shall we hurry? Napolai must already have a ship waiting for you."

"What, say it again"

"Yes... our holy army, which invaded Kisletin, is devastated. Cardinal, all the priests below died, and Judana, who was an auxiliary, was held captive by the enemy."

To the fury of Cardinal Clemens, known among the Cardinals for his militancy, the rapporteur, Priest Tortina, reads out the report at hand with a trembling voice.

As soon as possible, both fists of Clemens were slapped to the table.

"Stupid! Wasn't the enemy trying to retreat and flee to the capital city of Milanir?"

"No, that was apparently their fiction. The enemy has acted as a retreat and turned their collective magic on us -"

"He said it was collective magic!

The next person who blocked the priest's voice was Cardinal Pampoline.

Usually in that word of warm pampoline, the Tortina priest shook his voice again.

But he never gave up his role.

"Yes. It's definitely collective magic. Our army is in chaos and defeated by the collective magic of our enemies. Perhaps there was cooperation from the Empire."

"They should have been friends with the dog monkeys. That's why..."

The pampoline of expressions, who still said they were incredible, said so in a weak voice as he shook his neck left and right.

Then an old grey-haired man, who had remained silent until then, opened his mouth to him.

"Cardinal Pampoline. You must have already listened to the Imperial Crown Prince showing up at the Western Conference. the lowest result, but it won't be surprising"

"You can stay calm a lot, Yale. Our army is torn, and behind our enemies lies the shadow of the Empire."

Clemens, calm down.

With that mouth, Cardinal Yale shows his palm to Clemens.

So what Clemens saw was Yale's palm, where his nails were eating and discoloring.

"Mmm..."

"That's it, we have to hit the next hand as soon as possible. As it is, the Kisletins won't be able to drive the extra money into our country."

Taking advantage of Clemens' silence, Yale, who took the lead in the conversation, tells the Cardinals to do so towards the same gathering together.

But there were those who turned to him like that and spoke unexpected opinions.

Yes, it is Berk, who will be the oldest in this Cardinal Council.

"Yeah, but before we do, we should figure out how to take responsibility for this fight."

"Is that what you're saying?"

To Berk's words, Clemens immediately rebels.

Turning to him that deviated, however, Berk slowly let him shake his neck to the left and right.

"No, if you're doing it. As it stands, we can't even put together anything that comes together. While we're splitting in two."

"In two...... no way, are you going to do it?

Understanding what Berk means, Yale accidentally pulls his cheeks.

But to him like that, Berk spoke clearly where he intended to be.

"Put it down now. Let's see if there's anything else. Fortunately, the Southern Army, which Shimoshi sent all the way to the Kamikata, was defeated, too, right? Then you should take the form of impending responsibility."

"It's inevitable..."

Clemens nods one bitter look at Berk's remarks.

And so that followed, the cardinals who were there consented one after the other.

Thus, with the consent of the venue, Berk opens his mouth after looking around together.

"Then quickly contact the Musketeers and martial law throughout the capital Anquat -"

"Hi, good evening"

A voice too bright for the occasion.

He who hears it turns his gaze toward the door of the entrance, which is suddenly opened at the same time.

that existed ahead of their gaze.

It was the figure of a beautiful boy with luxurious silver hair.

"Cardinal Christopher!? Why are you here?"

"No, the chores at Ellenput are over, so I just got home. Then there's some urgent cardinal meeting going on."

Cardinal Zeth Christopher, a silver-haired boy, answers that with a laugh like nothing to Cardinal Pampoline's inquiry.

And when everyone on the field looked at each other in the face and made sure they were confused, they opened their mouths again as they hoisted the right corner of their mouth.

"Oh? Could it have been any inconvenience for me to show my face in spite of the Cardinal Council?

"Yes, no... that's not true"

"No, there's a problem"

Answer one hundred and eighty degrees different from Pampoline.

It was Cardinal Clemens who stood up for it.

"Well, what is it? Let's ask."

"That he had gone to another country without saying no to the cardinal council for an important fold in this country. That wouldn't be anything but a problem, would it?

"Ha, sure. But Cardinal Clemens, my journey to Elempt is with the permission of the Archbishop."

Zeth makes her own claim with a slight cheeky grin over Clemens' pursuit.

But Clemens immediately saw his remarks as problematic.

"I know you have permission under my command. But you must have been obliged to report to the Cardinals when you went to another country."

"Oh, speaking of which, some of them were like that"

"You did? Don't be ridiculous. It's impossible to be a cardinal to an irresponsible kid like you, no matter how presumptuous you are."

Clemens slaps his right fist on the table when he makes him recruit anger.

The moment the sound echoed in the space, the air of the field quieted back in an instant.

And the oldest old man slowly opens his mouth as if he had predicted exactly when.

"Ruri. I'm sorry, Christopher, but I was wondering if I could combine my responsibility for this defeat of the battle against Kisletin with your resolution to dismiss the Cardinal."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whatever it is, it's gonna be painful."

"Heh heh, let's correct as many charges as we want later. Like you don't have to worry."

That was a clear declaration that you were not entitled to be here.

Meanwhile, Zeth slightly shrugged her shoulders, causing her mouth to distort more nasty than earlier.

"I see. So there's a conclusion? If that's the case, I can't seem to remember my conscience either."

"You think it's a reproach of conscience?

Clemens, who didn't know what the word Zeth mouthed meant, asks so with a crease between his eyebrows.

In contrast, the words returned were completely unexpected by the Cardinals.

"Yep. Let me take this opportunity to enforce the punishment of those responsible in the fight against Kisletin. Please forgive me."

That's how she talks, and Zeth opens her own door wide.

As soon as they arrived, men with guns in their hands with turbans wrapped around their heads entered the conference room simultaneously.

"Hey, dragoon..."

"Yeah, we got your help on the remaining troops. Oh, yeah, yeah. I'll correct the charges properly and accurately later. Even so, you don't have to worry about the grievances because this meeting itself would be an indication of rebellion under the Archbishop. Now excuse me."

That's all he tells you, Zeth walks straight out of the room.

Soon after, Clemens' voice panicked toward his back was uttered.

"Ma, wait. Is there such a one-sided story? We talk, we want to talk."

That assertion of the best Clemens.

What was returned against it was countless gunshots.

Heavy firing sounds echo, and the sound emitted from the conference room disappears after a moment.

There was no confirmation of Zeth's results on the spot.

He stays put and slowly walks down the deserted hallway, squeaking towards the void.

"I wonder if the concern that we should not intervene too much has become an enemy to them. Nevertheless, it is their role to open up the future to be. I wonder how they can be so stupid in spite of that"