Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Swizza hits the border of Kisletin.

There is a bunch of carriages heading even northwest through the land.

Compared to the large chamber of commerce, it seemed like a small number, but those who guarded their surroundings were in very unlikely shape to be mercenaries as they had hired in the taverns around them.

"Dear Zeth, we will soon be at the border of the Kingdom of Clarice."

The leaders of the men who were providing the guard are likely to turn to the boy with a worried look on his carriage.

Then the boy turned his gaze to Lantis, who partitioned his guards for me, as if he had suddenly regained consciousness.

"Well, that's surprisingly tricky."

"I never thought that all the kisletins would roll out into the sea on our faces..."

They were reminded by the sight of the sea that their country had lost, disguised as the Chamber of Commerce of the Union of Cross Venice, not Turkmenistan, and left Turkmenistan aboard a merchant ship.

Until then, I never saw so many sailboats because of my relationship with Turkmenistan. But now Kisletin was behaving freely so that the Inland Sea was his own territory.

Outside of their observation, of course, that is giving rise to an empire and a small amount of grudge.

But that won't be a problem for them. Because what they need to prioritize today is how quickly and through the eyes of their enemies they will defeat that man.

"Lantis, it was this me who decided to avoid engaging in the guise of a merchant ship. You don't have to worry."

"I'm afraid so."

Lantis bows his head deeply to Zeth's words of forgiveness.

His hair like that had a mixture of white things that he obviously didn't see back in the day. Zeth stares at him like that and tells him the words he had in his chest as he exhales small.

"That's enough, you guys."

"Nah... no..."

To Zeth's words, which were uttered suddenly, Lantis shook his head again and again, bewildered and unbelievable.

But he turned to him like that, and Zeth put in kind words of labor.

"You've been working really long. I appreciate it. But from here on out, I can't promise to return you to your country. So you just have to let me go."

Those who, in order to move as their own hands and feet, have at the end of their affliction a contraindication named magic.

Zeth loved them and was sad at the same time.

That's why he's been thinking about drawing one line.

with ourselves and the faithful, with ourselves and the dragoons, and with ourselves and with man.

And he draws that line here.

From here on out, we fight our own, and our own realm.

By specifying that, I wanted to let them open up.

Hopefully I can give you a time to spend time with your family in your hometown, about the last time before I repeat.

Words emanating from such Zeth thoughts.

And the Lantis, and the dragoons, do it in an unexpected way.

"Are you free...? I get it. Then I will."

Gently clapping his head, and Lantis restarts his protection as usual next to the carriage.

Seeing the act, Zeth couldn't help but remember the confusion.

"... what's going on? You're not going back?

"Yes. Master Zeth told me to be free. Then I will follow Master Zeth. All by one's own free will."

That was a word emanating from a belief that would never bend.

That's why Zeth realizes she can't convince him, either, and speaks their only joke.

"Ha... Sure, the land is an abominable kissletin, but I didn't expect even you to imitate their liberalism"

"We know that even if we add everything together, we are not far from the power of one Zeth. Still, you always need to be exposed. And that role is what we really are. Now it is time for us to defend Turkmenistan's ways."

"The way of Turmenia......"

A power that has already lost its former glow.

But the people that lived there still had a glow in their breasts.

It is in despair that there is a path of salvation, and it is at the end of misery that it becomes the right guide.

Unexpectedly, such a theory of teaching passes behind Zeth's brain.

Nothing they taught, nothing they instructed.

The teachings of hope knitted up by men in the abyss of despair to support and tremble their own hearts.

It's never just magical exclusion.

Such an aspect was undoubtedly equipped for Cremeanism.

"Either way, and no matter what the end comes, we are the shadow of Turkmenistan and at the same time we are with you. Please let me take full pride in that until the end."

"... Fine, Lantis. Follow me. I... I will definitely take you to the next."

The words are powerful, and the grief that had covered Zeth's expression is clear.

It was the face of the dragoon that accompanied him as a guard that pleased him more than anyone else about it.

Everyone sees tears that seem to zero unexpectedly, and even turns forward.

Then at that time, a pale-haired young man who was supposed to have preceded him had entered Zeth's carriage at some point.

"Dear Zeth, border security is still tight. Apparently, Clarice is working with Kisletin."

"Thank you, Emiol. I mean, do we have to get rid of it with our strength?"

Say thank you to Emiol for conducting the advance reconnaissance, and Zeth tells him so in a slightly stronger tone.

Emiol, on the other hand, shook his head vertically without hesitation.

"Yes. I thought the key was to get rid of the enemy quickly, and then erase the footprints and quickly re-lurk within the enemy."

"I still need your help... sorry"

Zeth once again turns to the Lantis and tells them so in a sincere voice.

In contrast, Lantis shook her neck twice, left and right, with a resolute expression.

"As I said earlier. That's our free will and true desire."

The words were powerful, and the determination of all Mr. Overflow was disturbing.

That's why Zeth is not lost anymore.

"Fine. Clarice, break through the border. promptly, properly, and overwhelmingly."