Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

corner of Potogorica, capital of the Principality of Hoshel.

The embassy of Turkmenistan exists there.

And now, in one of its deepest rooms, he was welcoming one man.

Yes, it is Ramur, general bishop of the Order of Cremea.

"Thank you for waiting, Your Eminence."

"Welcome, Priest Kalonak."

Karonak, an armed priest who had boarded the embassy one foot away and had a full security system in place, bows his head deeply to that word hung.

But at that time, he saw in its eyes one person who should not exist behind the Archbishop.

"... why is Cardinal Kettis here?

"I asked you to accompany me, is there a problem?

In response to Karonak's inquiry, Ramur, on the contrary, re-asks the question.

As soon as he did, Karonak pulled back in a hurry, remembering something intricate inside.

"No, excuse me"

"Now, I'm going to have a little meeting with him, so please pay for it"

"... Roger that."

I can't solve it.

The emotion had wrapped the caronaque, but he never differed in the instructions of the archbishop.

"Well, that's a look you don't know"

When only two men are left in the room in no time, the archbishop asks likely to turn to the person who let him accompany himself.

"Yeah. I'm a defeater for the Cremea Church, and a traitor for Kisletin. I don't know why I should accompany this pageant."

To be taken some responsibility if you dare, or to draw some condition by handing that figure over to Kisletin.

Kettis couldn't find any other reason for himself.

But the Archbishop smiles bitterly at his remarks like that.

"Hmm, sure, I can't help but wonder about you. But there's no substitute except you."

"Instead..."

I don't know what that means, and Kettis asks back.

Then the archbishop nodded small and mouthed the unexpected fact for Kettis.

"That's right. With the exception of you and some special people, there is no Cardinal in the Order of Cremea."

"What do you mean? No, you said you were special right now. That means..."

"Yeah, probably what you expected."

When the archbishop blocks the remarks of the upset remarkable Kettis, he tells him so softly with a smile. Then he turned to Ketis, who remained silent, and the Archbishop opened his mouth again.

"It's all due to the intentions of your users. And they consider you my successor."

"Successor? So, but I'm an outsider. And the fool who scratched the denomination... very unqualified"

Defeat to such an extent that the existence of the denomination sways, it is the Teng himself who caused it. Kettis was clearly aware of himself.

But the Archbishop turns to him like that and tells him his assessment from a completely different angle.

"I'm qualified. Because your body has your own factors."

"Your factor… So what is the Cremea Church?"

"It's probably what I imagined. Originally, an organization to religiously correct this distortion of the world. If Zeth is right, it's a product of a mixture of several religious mechanisms that will inevitably serve as models."

Turning to Kettis with a stunned look, the archbishop tells him so clearly with a smile on his face.

As soon as he shook his head from left to right, Kettis uttered words in a tone that seemed to bite.

"Stupid, then what we have believed in..."

"God himself, Kettis."

The voice came from behind them.

Those who existed ahead of Kettis' gaze in haste, it was a pale-haired young man by the name of Emiol who, as the head of the dragoon, had saved him the other day.

"Dear Emiol,"

That word from the mouth of the archbishop.

The moment he hears it, Kettis understands everything.

The power relationship between the two of them.

And that the existence of a modifier was completely different from what he had in mind.

"... well, is that what you mean? A modifier is just something that has the power to interfere in this world. That's what I was thinking, is that a mistake"

"Hehe, apparently you understand. Yes, a modifier is someone who modifies this world to the way it should be. And one religion was created to assist the modifiers in their activities. Yes, there's a religion called Cremea."

Emiol slowly walks over to the Kettys with an invincible grin.

I wonder why I didn't know the other day.

This overwhelming presence, and remarks that clearly draw a line with ordinary people.

They were clear indications.

They are completely different from the normal people and, on the contrary, from themselves, called detachment modifiers, etc.

"Cardinal Kettis, as he said earlier, you are the next archbishop. So I followed you here so that you could act as a spare at any time."

"Master Emiol is right. You're an outsider and you haven't been dealing much with the Cardinals. You may not know. But a Cardinal is a position given to something with a modifier factor."

"Nah... so that's what they say it's not a position to guide the faithful!

Emiol, and the truth that Ramur asked me to keep standing.

Kettis, witnessing it, gradually becomes unable to hide his anger.

But to him like that, Emiol relentlessly poked at further facts.

"That's right. But unfortunately, there are not many factors that can be expressed. Like you and Ramur there, even incomplete detachment modifiers are rare enough."

"That's why the mechanism for not missing valuable factors outside. That's the Cardinal System."

"... do you mean isolate anything that could interfere with the world? So the Clemeans have a role to play in making the world right, but at the same time, they have a big prison."

With his voice trembling, Kettis makes that mouthful of hard facts to admit.

As soon as he did, Emiol's laughter echoed indoors.

"Ha, that's an interesting analogy. But you're right. I don't know if you knew the facts, but the Cardinals were trying to escape their rightful place, and that's why I solemnly gave them to you."

"Solemn Qing..."

After an extremely disturbing remark, Kettis becomes aware of a cold Shizuku running on his back.

Then Emiol shook her neck wide and vertically with a delightful grin.

"Yes. There are no more Cardinals in this world but you. No, you're not. Is there just the other one?"

"Zeth Christopher"

The person that Emiol's words point to.

There was only one of them.

But the moment Kettis speaks the name, his neck is grabbed by Emiol's right hand.

"Kettis, this is the last time you call Zeth away. I don't think they're gonna say anything because they're tolerant, but I'm gonna want to cut your throat off because I don't know if I can stop you."

The moment he says so, Emiol throws Kettis lightly, with a force he doesn't know where he exists in that luxurious body.

The neck that had been grabbed and the back in contact with the ground had a clear pain remaining.

And that pain is what makes Kettis feel like this is real.

"What... well, let me ask you one thing. What the hell do you want me to do?

Didn't you hear what Ramur just said? You don't have to do anything. The spare just makes sense there. Rather than that, Ramur, is that man coming to this land?

"Yes. Yesterday we arrived."

To Emiol, who no longer lost interest from Kettis, the Archbishop tells him of the information he has just entered.

"Oh well. I just wanted to say hello once, but unfortunately, I don't know if I can act on my own without Master Zeth."

"... which way is Master Zeth going?

To the inquiry of its archbishop, Emiol smiles with Nicoli.

And slowly, he opened his mouth.

"If the welcome of his people is over, it's time to save our neighbor's country by now. As Christopher Lantis, the only wizard in the kingdom of Zelbein to stop desertification"