Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

corner of Anquat, which will be the capital of Turkmenistan.

There exists the residence of one Cardinal.

An overly huge mansion that has not existed since everyday popularity.

But in this day there was rarely in it the lords of the mansion, and the figure of the Gentiles.

"I missed it while I was in front of you... I didn't mean to come all the way across the ocean for this?

Boyish, boyish looking brunette girl.

She turns to the man in front of her, who is also in the chair, and says so.

Then the young man named Zeth sighed out small and then slowly opened his mouth.

"I know. But you can't fulfill your original mission, and you're not going home. I just want you to let me take care of it again."

"You did a great job. Are you sure you can?

That word you might call provocation.

Take it, and Emiol, who had refrained behind Zeth, rages.

"You!"

"Emiol, I don't mind"

Zeth single-handedly controls Emiol, who turns to Blossom Night, the witch of the sword, to pack it. And he stayed put, smiling at the girl in front of him.

"It is true that he did get behind it. But the Empire card is the strongest card he has. If only I knew that, I'd do it."

"I hope so."

"Oh, that's the same recognition I have. Either way, waiting in that land won't make him show up. Confronting him requires our cooperation. Don't you?"

"... fine. Call me when you're ready again."

Zeth's words are true, and Sunset, who could not have had any other option, pulls back after one tongue slap. And as it was, he walked away to the room he had given her.

"Are you sure, Master Zeth? Free that little girl."

"It doesn't matter. I look like a kid, too."

"It's..."

Emiol silences Zeth, who speaks of his own appearance.

Reflecting on whether it was a slightly ill-intentioned statement, Zeth returned to the point.

"Anyway, it's not to our detriment. It's a simple story that we should use a bug that's not in the West to seal their bug."

"You think you'll have arms to that extent?

"At least it looked like he was crossing more than five minutes with his predecessor's son"

It is most annotated that the man does not have some kind of hidden hand.

But Zeth, who dared not speak of the fear, stated it alone as an answer to Emiol.

Then Emiol speaks of the most important and problematic person.

"I mean, you think it's a talent to fight Zhu?

"Oh. We need a key to connect this world to the program to do recovery. And the key is in his possession. By the conciliator's plot."

"Cariboulnus who should be resting in Britannia......"

A treasure that Britannia possesses, the Divine Sword Caliburnus.

Apart from just being sturdy and having an excellent cleavage, his sword, with only one special force, existed at the hands of one swordsman now also known as Zhu Yi Shi Gods.

"But it's not all bad. Some aspects of being rested in Britannia were more difficult to deal with. In any case, his country, on the surface, operates according to the rules of the program. It is against policy for us to disrupt it. Anyway, such events don't exist in authentic history."

"That's true, but..."

"I know what you're trying to say. But denying it doesn't mean we exist. We move only for the purpose of this world… to preserve authentic history. That's why I've been fighting him for centuries. Unfortunately, we don't recognize each other."

Zeth laughs ridiculously when she says so.

In contrast, Emiol shrugged her honest heart as she shook her neck left and right.

"As long as we take over the last record... as long as we can put a backup of the record, we won't let him do what he wants..."

"That's nonsense. The master is already dead, and this world exists to portray what he aspired to. And we are there to protect it. Yes, the true history of the world he aspired to."

"Right...... right. Exactly."

Small, but clearly Emiol nods.

Turning to him like that, Zeth uttered a word full of determination.

"Perhaps the mediator also seems to recognize that that sword is the key. I guess that's why I dare not hold it myself and let that Zhu hold it"

"I think if we hit the boulder together, how can we seal it up, even though it's a bug?"

"I think I'm right, too, if I even make my own alterations. but it would be a different question if they would give us such a gap."

I just spoke that far, and Zeth rises out of her chair. And as I moved my body straight to the window, I watched the streets of Anquat where the night book fell.

"... how will they move"

"I don't know. But it's not our way to wait for them to come out. Don't you?"

"Yes, you're right. We had a few moments on our feet."

The reality that they were totally done by the person they were insulting.

Having finally finished digesting the matter within himself, Emiol acknowledges the fact only in a pale tone.

With that in mind, Zeth opened her mouth just to say the same for herself.

"I don't have a choice. I didn't think you'd make it that far. But that's it. About him... yes, let's admit about Yui Istarz. Modern mediators are equal enemies of our modifiers."

"Is it reciprocal…"

"Oh, reciprocity. That's why we shouldn't act rashly now that we're at a disadvantage. Of course, the trump card" The Sword Witch "is not meant to be used well."

Yes, cards that are on us and not on our enemies.

That is no doubt none other than that girl who is the witch of the modern day sword.

That's why Zeth thought it was the way that the card was cut that would determine their, and the end of this world.

Meanwhile, Emiol's thinking goes further.

"The bankruptcy of this world… I mean, the limitations of current history are probably noticed by that mediator as well"

"At least, ten or twenty more years will be fine. But the desertification of Zerubin is further advanced, and not far away the West is swallowed by its waves. At least by that stage, he'll have something on his hands too"

"Will fulfill and the mediator care so much about this world? No, I'm not dissatisfied with seeing it equal. But when it comes to him, I can feel the verse thinking about me and the people around me."

If we tried to make it Emiol, our own enemies were opponents who showed inexplicable and extreme principles of behaviour.

A man who always seems to stare at the world with an awakened gaze somewhere, and who often glimpses lazy words, deeds and actions, unthinkable from a mission he can have.

The more I thought about it, the more puzzling a man he was.

Yes, the mediator by the name of Yui Istarz.

"For better or worse, he is still the son of that earlier sword witch. A woman who was always trying to live on her own and save the world on her own. The act is not something we should be praising, but I'm sure he'll want to end up on the same path. This is just a guess."

"No, I feel like I don't either. But whichever way we hit it, what we need to do is eliminate him and Zhu. That's all."

"Oh, you're right. And for that..."

Excuse me, Cardinal.

Doors that remained closed after blooming night left the room.

From outside, the voice of Bishop Kellilech, who hits their men, was uttered.

Zeth speaks with an unexpected look on her face as she allows him to enter the room as he is.

"What's the matter, Bishop? At this hour."

"The... seal has been delivered to the Cardinal, as soon as he decides it should be delivered."

"Seal? I see..."

Seeing the name of the sender of the seal handed to him, Zeth slightly distorts his mouth.

Yes, the name of the person you've been talking about has been written down there, so.

"Yui Istarz... is it from him"

"Oh, it seems so"

To state just that, Zeth shifts her gaze to the contents of the seal.

And as he tried to peek into the contents from next door, Emiol opened his eyes wide the moment he saw the text.

"Then, stupid. Why did he do this to us... No, what more hands are you going to hit than that!

"Hehe, ha. I see, yes or no, mediator."

Next to Emiol, who was stunned and later outraged, Zeth suddenly laughs out as if she had even touched her chi.

And after a slight laugh, he stared in the western direction where there would be an enemy man, squeezing out words to throw up and throw away.

"I hear the people of the West call him a hero or something, but it's really stupid. That man is never a hero. He is the enemy of this world and the worst demon to destroy reason."