Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

A black army runs, runs, runs through the land of Lemuriak.

Once an enemy nation, the momentum that just called it our country, they were even advancing the army.

"Hurry up! You can't let them like you in the realm!

Noyne, who runs horseback at the head of the soldier regiment, turns his scolding voice as he glances back.

As soon as the tension runs on his soldiers, it accelerates that stride even further.

In the midst of that, the deputy commander of the entire army, who side-by-side with Noyne and the horse, accidentally spilled words around in bitter laughter.

"In the realm...? Heh heh, I think your territory is a vast expanse to the south."

"Don't tear me up, Calowyn. I know what you're trying to say, but the only important thing is to tell the soldiers what to tell them."

Do you have any thoughts among yourselves, that noin's voice was somewhat bitter?

With that in mind, Calowin, too, nods one and turns that gaze forward.

"Oh, I understand. That's why... n⁉"

Stop the word, and Calowyn realizes its existence.

Running from the front in desperate shape, looking like a thin, dirty soldier.

"Your Highness Noin, please wait!

"You're certainly Leflant, who was assigned to the Eastern Twelfth Unit. Hey, what's up?

Noyne, who saw the soldier in his eyes, rushes to stop the horse and asks about going to a man who has rushed from the east.

Then, while surprised that he had been called in his own name, only a soldier, Leflant desperately raised his voice with one fact in its mouth.

"I will report to you. Enemy, the Dragoons used collective magic... and our Eastern Guards were devastated."

"Collective magic...... so!

The voice came out of Calowyn's mouth.

It is precisely synonymous with the Imperial Army, and he could not hide his confusion at the treatment of it by the Turkish soldiers of other countries, who also reject the magical culture.

But in contrast to him, Noyne takes Leflant's report lightly.

"Yes..."

"You're calm, Commander. Which one? Did your lord know the enemy would use your country's magic?

"There's no way. But the second time, it also becomes somewhat resistant. It's not the first time our country has been damaged by collective magic."

While shaking his head small, Noyne suggests to Calowyn about a battle that once suffered more complete defeat than just one man.

"Lord of the land which. Well, more than that, when the enemy has a trump card, it's a pain in the ass."

"Oh, what a real mess. But it's troublesome, but it's nothing more."

With a small sigh, Noyne returns that way toward Calowin.

In contrast, it was Leflant who gave the report a surprise.

"Yes... but the enemy has gathered magic..."

"It doesn't matter, Leflant." such as the collective magic that hundreds of magicians deal with. "

That word, which was uttered in a way that blocked Leflant's words, was immediately perceived by Calowyn.

"... I see, is that what you mean? I finally see why your lord accepts things so lightly."

Taking Noyne's word, Calowyn nods one as convinced.

Meanwhile, the Imperial soldiers surrounding Noyne failed to understand why and were still showing confusion. That's why Noin speaks out loud to them.

"The enemy deals with collective magic. Certainly that fact is not a terrible thing to do. But who created the collective magic? Yes, our empire. We are the ones most familiar with that magic. And that's why there's nothing to be afraid of. Collective magic handled by about a hundred magicians."

"I see. Indeed, Your Highness is right."

Noyne's deputy, who had remained silent until then, nodded loudly as he was convinced. And immediately many soldiers reacted similarly.

"Our soldiers, gentlemen. Of course not. But the enemy is not the most troublesome and troublesome lord of the land. Then what shall we fear? There is no hero Yui Istarz in the enemy. Come on, we won't eat the Hammer of Wrath on the people who used our magic without permission. Follow me!

At the same time as the inspiration of that noise, the soldiers cheer at the same time and resume their march.

In the middle of it, Calowyn lined up his horse with Noyne and crushed one as he was convinced.

"Istarts seemed to be right in his judgment. I took him as my commander, that judgment. Now, dragoons. I wonder if you can defeat this man, the royal family, and even defeat him."

"Ha ha, enemy breakthrough. This brings us one step closer to the center of Lemuriak."

Already three times, they dragoons kept breaking through enemy defenses.

Lantis, who leads the dragoon, openly turns his gaze to his own army, which is decreasing in number, while questioning the soldier who has been making the report so.

"Oh. How many wounded?

"I don't see a dozen soldiers. Probably..."

That's it, the soldier shuts his mouth.

With that, Lantis asked him the most important thing, even with a sad look on his face.

"Really...? So what about those people?

"I can't see him, but he's probably on the right track"

"Fine then. The enemy will stand before us again, but it is the same thing to do. After shooting collective magic and shooting at confused places, we make enemy breakthroughs at once"

Rapid war breakthrough methods of warfare that have been done three times before and have achieved absolute results in all of them.

Neither exhaustion nor, of course, few injuries, but nevertheless the results we have achieved so far have been just overwhelming.

"Yes, it would be best not to have enemy troops on their feet anymore..."

"That's not how it works. Earlier enemies had a mix of troops of Rhindle soldiers. Perhaps the enemy is rallying soldiers from all over the country. If so, the number of enemies will be ours… have they arrived?"

With that much mouth, Lantis exhales a deep sigh.

In his gaze looking forward, there existed the figure of a black army boasting an overwhelming beauty.

"New enemies ahead...... probably more than three thousand of them. And at the head of the enemy is the crown flag."

"The crown flag on the black army. You're definitely an Imperial Army led by Crown Prince Noin."

Slightly shifting her gaze to heaven, Lantis growls so tired.

"I didn't know you would mobilize so many soldiers in an instant. How… how many soldiers have been mobilized to such a remote place!

"Don't be annoying. Same thing to do. If the enemy pushes out more soldiers, only thrust it apart"

With Lantis, the real deal is the same as the soldiers in the distribution. I wanted to go to heaven and spit out a moan.

But I can't allow him to do that.

He is the general of the dragoon, and a shield and a contradiction to protect the two worshippers.

Then only do your best as a shield and as a spear.

"Come on, it's all yours. No matter how many, it is unacceptable for us to stop. And I don't have time for such an imperial soldier. The only thing we aim for is the neck of an abominable mediator!

"Captain, Grazen Kugel. We're ready."

Inspired by Lantis, his deputy immediately confirms and reports to the entire army.

Lantis nodded one big time at it.

"It will be good, only aim at the center of the enemy. And invade the holes you've worn. Graetzen Kugel!"

"" Grazen Kugel!

At the same time as the chant by the faces of the dragoons, over their heads the spheres of light and heat gradually begin to expand.

And exactly when I was about to unleash it, one soldier realized the fact.

"Please wait. I..."

"Graetzen...... Kugel......"

Lantis, who until earlier should have just concentrated on collective magic, accidentally leaks the word.

A sphere of light and heat that existed over his own army, a huge collective magic that said it would be many times more so, existed precisely over the enemy.

"You can't win. Such a huge thing..."

"of the main house, and the power of numbers"

That's how Lantis squeaks as he becomes a desperate face. But shortly afterwards, a horseman ran to his side and scolded him.

"Don't be frightened. That one will provide assistance. Hit him without hesitation. He says contraindications are contraindications."

That's all the words left, and the soldier dressed in the figure of a dragoon runs his horse straight to the enemy.

Lantis couldn't understand the meaning or intent of it.

But...

"Follow your instructions, Emiol. Graetzen Kugel!"

At the same time as that word, the collective magic, knitted by ninety less soldiers until earlier, enlarged its diameter several times.

Lantis, who understood the meaning of it, and more than anyone else, unleashes the sphere of light and heat without ever getting lost again.

At the same time, the spheres that existed over the Imperial Army also begin to accelerate.

The moment the two spheres approached as they roared and their distance was zero, an unlikely explosion was created on the spot.

Are you all right, Your Highness?

Severe blasts and explosions.

The influence naturally hit the Imperial Army directly, and their formation and formation were meagre.

Noyne, who then took the form of falling off the horse, slowly wakes up, covering his hips that he punched, in response to his subordinates' inquiry.

"I can manage... But overwhelmed by numbers, I didn't expect to be brought near each other."

That word to the deputy was exactly what Noyne meant.

A collective magic crush of enemies in him who were completely confident.

It is precisely to hit the collective magic by more soldiers against the collective magic of the enemy.

But the result is a match.

For him it could not be said to be completely unexpected. Because there can only be one reason for such an incredible thing to happen.

"Apparently, you're in them."

That's what Calowyn tells us as he stares at the dust created by the explosion, and the enemy formations made invisible by it.

Then Noin nodded one big time.

"Oh. Lay a siege net as soon as this dust has subsided. I would never miss it. Our, and the enemy of this world, the Amendment -"

"There must be no mistake in recognition. The enemies of the world are mediators. And we're the ones who won't miss it!

Words suddenly directed in a way that suddenly blocks the words of Noin from the smoke.

At the same time, the white blade shines with his eyes.

And what is produced is red blood.

"So, Your Highness. Are you safe...?

"Royce! You, no way!

What Noyne saw when he was suddenly popped.

It was the appearance of a subordinate who could also be called his belly, with a big knife stabbed in his belly.

And standing in front of a falling Royce is a modifier Emiol dressed in a dragoon outfit.

"Shit, because of the smoke, didn't you notice anything other than the Crown Prince? But it's the same thing."

"It's the one who came into the enemy line and vomited big words."

Noyne speaks that way, lagging back if he doesn't hurry to get the distance. In contrast to him like that, Emiol just put a bitter smile on his face.

"It's the same. Neither to you, nor to the kisletin 'mortals there, this I can never stop. Not to mention at this distance. This changes the flow. Goodbye, poor Crown Prince"

At the same time as the words, Emiol looks straight at Noin as he pulls the knife out of Royce's belly. And when he wielded it gently as it was, his glazed steel blade swung at once.

And again produced is red blood.

But it wasn't Noyne's.

"You're a little overwhelmed to think you're the only one moving in the dust. Not to mention being surrounded by the Imperial Army, there's more to exposing this defenseless back to me than a detour, Fixer."

At the same time as the words, blood erupts all at once from Emiol's lost right arm.

And he who stood behind such a modifier, it was none other than Alex Hughes, like Reaper, who dyed his red hair even more red by the blood that erupted.