Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

"It's you again... you really don't punish me, at all. That's why I hate people involved with mediators."

Zeth, who confirms with his eyes the existence of Kreha, tells him so in a depressing tone.

Creja, in contrast, turned his usual cold gaze straight towards him.

"I'm not moving because I don't like you."

"I see. Heh, sure, that's right. But only this time, I want you to move it because I like it or not. [M] I'll pull, blossom night."

A girl with a knife suddenly turned to her voice immediately protests as she distorts her expression.

"Hey... you want me to put that woman's son in front of you?

"Oh. This is an unscheduled case. I'll let you take his neck at the right time to be sure to strike him out. That was the deal."

"... I could definitely beat him here and now"

Keeping Yui in a straight glance, the girl, called Blossom Night, spits out a determined word.

But towards her like that, Zeth turned her voice again.

"Well, I don't know. I don't deny the arms of your sword, but look, I'm surrounded by an uninvited audience at some point."

Yes, at the time he spoke, the Kisletin escorts who heard this noise were gathering all around him.

Lots of passives.

As the situation is clearly being created, Yui turns to a bitter smile.

"I was the one who didn't even invite you. Either way, let's put it on here in black and white, Fixer."

"Hehe, you're strong. The sadness of seeing things only in this limitless setting... mediator, you are of such magnitude"

"Well, don't talk funny. What do you mean," limited "?

The man who pinned his words on Yui's conversation with Zeth.

It was a magnificent man with a grand prestige that gently flushed silver hair behind him.

"... who are you?

"What, a little associate. You were just brought in by the woman there. So, in this enclosed situation, we can afford that. I wonder if it's just a haunt, Cardinal Christopher."

"Stupid...... yes it is really stupid. I don't know who you are, but I've come all the way to the land to find out who you are. Anyway, I know you're going to be surrounding us, but it's the other way around."

Turning to a silver-haired man dressed in black clothes, Zeth says so in a tone like she made a mockery of herself.

In contrast, the question was raised by the overly unexpected developments that played out in front of him and the appearance of a man he hadn't even thought about. Feliam was baffled.

"What do you mean the other way around?

"Oh, yeah. The next president, you are already birds in cages. Yes, in a cage called the Principality of Zelbein."

"The Principality of Zelbein!?"

Hearing an unexpected name, Feliam's eyes open wide.

Satisfied with his reaction, Zeth smiled nicely, pointing to the hills that existed west of the city.

"Oh, look at that."

Ahead of what Zeth pointed out.

There were countless crimson flags of the Duchy of Zelbein flying there.

"I apologize to you, but already all their armies are sieging the perimeter of this city. As a matter of fact, we're already fighting."

"Oh, my God. So this pageant itself was a trap to attract us!

"That's the thing. Next term...... no, let's not say a future that doesn't come. The former president."

"Right. I see...... I finally understand everything. Why is someone here who can't be here, and the idiot there is still worse than he thought?"

Feliam, who received Zeth's statement, says so as he glances at Yui, who had told him nothing.

"Ha, that sounds like a compliment...... then"

"Definitely, Yui. Lord Feliam seems to have noticed, but anyway, Cardinal, it is better that your lord re-learns the definition of the word trap and siege a little."

"You just got a word from the top on your nose. You're depressing."

Turning to the innocent human being who has interrupted this scene from the middle of nowhere, Zeth openly gives a look of repentance.

Meanwhile, the person turned to such a face let him gently shrug his shoulders in a bitter laugh.

"That was rude. But let me check one thing. You're seriously gonna hit us with the Zerbainian army, aren't you?

"Oh, yeah. Does that look like Tenko's tiger? You're done here."

"I see, fine. I did receive the declaration of war. Royce, send a signal."

"Ha, foyer!

When the order of a man with silver hair is made, one man who had refrained behind him unleashes the magic of flames from his palm to heaven.

On the other hand, Zeth, who saw the magic, for the first time floated a tight crease between his brows.

"Imperial magic...... so!?"

"Cardinal, no, let me apologize for my rudeness earlier. Whatever your lord says is too pleasant, I couldn't stand it like this, forgive me. Somehow, he thought he could siege our Imperial Army with an oligarchy like Zerbain."

"Damn, people are bad, Noin. Fixer who doesn't know what's going on... No, bullying a young Cardinal."

When Yui tells him all that, he gently shakes his head to the left and right.

In contrast, the elderly man, known as Noine, returned the words with a nymphomaniacal look.

"What, compared to you, I haven't. He didn't even coordinate with Kisletin, so he made an appointment to give the entrance to the center of the continent to our empire."

"My empire...... and he said it was Noine! I didn't think you..."

Hearing Yui's conversation, Zeth says so, letting him pull the right corner of his mouth.

Then, turning to him like that, Noin made him smile invincibly.

"Oh, let me introduce myself again. It's Noin von Kelm, Crown Prince of the Kelm Empire. And now the navy, which our empire is proud of, will let us ravage Turkmenistan, and the kingdom of Azerbaijan. For a short time, remember this name."