Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

"Are you only going after this me? This is all the difference in power, but it's something that gets done out of the blue."

Looking around and reflecting the faces of the surrounding dragoons in its sight, Alex says so without changing one complexion.

It was also a kind of unusual sight.

Because they, already surrounded by a state of conflagration with the Imperial Army, are supposed to be a few disadvantages nonetheless, distribute this many dragoons to this occasion, and only this corner is quiet as if it were a blank zone.

"To you, yes, to you, which can also be called a bug in this world, we have recognized the value of facing directly from the front. I'd rather be happy."

Standing next to Zeth, Emiol says with an invincible grin when he points to Alex with the hand he was supposed to have lost.

The arm, which should have already been lost, existed as if nothing had happened, and he did not even show a bare gesture questioning the matter.

That was the same with Alex, who narrowed his fox eyes slightly after a glimpse of Zeth, who would have made that anomaly.

"Is it Yui's ability to hack the world? It's a big deal. But it's the same thing."

"Same...... what do you mean?

To Alex's words Emiol lifts his eyebrows slightly.

Then Alex shook a small shake before approaching Emiol in an instant.

"When it's healed, just hang up again. Yeah, where it can't be cured either."

The sword of his borrowings at the same time as the word, makes Cariburnus brilliant.

And the blade approached Emiol's neck sooner than it blinked... it was bounced by another blade at the next moment.

"I see, do you react to that"

"He can't change. No, everyone in the dragoon is. So while my eyes are black, I won't let anyone kill you anymore, Zhu."

Who played Alex's sword moves with a knife in his hand.

That was nothing more than Zeth Christopher, a boy with a slightly uncomfortable look on his face.

"Two-on-one...? No, three to one if you put her together. Well, maybe a little rough on the boulder."

"Hmm, don't count it on your own. I can't help a fig like you."

Girl with a knife in her hand securely nestled in a circular blank corner.

When she tongued lightly, she distracted from that gaze just because she was not interested, as the words said.

"Zhu, where are you looking!

"It's her direction. She should be more vigilant than you, whatever the boy you are."

Alex gently swords at Emiol, who is approaching with anger. But Zeth cut him from side to side, as if he had been watching the machine.

"That spare face, let me erase it"

At the same time as the words, his knife approaches Alex's chest.

Alex waved his sword back and forth as he gently blurred it.

Again overlapping swords and knives.

... and it was the sword that was played.

"... Impossible. This result cannot happen with that body and muscles, and with that knife of weight. I mean, you're being fooled."

"That's this line. I plan to take your life as it is now, but I have been critically escaped. I see, moves seem to be troublesome inside."

When she snaps so in a sighing tone, Zeth shakes her head small.

Meanwhile, Alex, who was still feeling a light numbness in his hand, regained his time intact without failing to be vigilant.

"I finally understand that he chose this choice. You sure are unusual. [M] And I don't understand the reason for that anomaly. Fine, this Alex Hughes will do everything in his power."

"Be my guest. But I'll let you two do it. I'm not interested in your manners or your pride."

Zeth turns to Alex and tells him so, with a cool face.

At the same time the three men moved out in unison.

Three steels overlap, tearing skin, and a red blood tide strikes the universe.

The time they had waved the blade for a moment, but the reciprocal situation was clearly showing a change.

"This is the third time you've scratched me in the last decade. No, there's only two of us, so I'd say the fourth showed up at the same time."

Seeing that a red muscle has been created in his right upper arm and in his left thigh, Alex makes that mouth with a slight distortion of his face.

On the other hand, although the bodies of the boys confronted him like that were wrapped with mutilated clothes, the scars that should have been worn no longer existed.

"I will not be alarmed by the bug. We can't let some mistake freeze us. [M] And you will exterminate it here. Before that nasty man could do anything extra."

That was also exactly the last notice.

Emiol never fails to be vigilant while spinning the word.

He thinks as he puts the man in front of him into his sight that he should abandon any chronic mind.

For him, who is supposed to be entrusted with maintenance because of the formation of this world, the person in front of him was by far different and worthy of fear.

Genius that just relentlessly devours and bankrupts the wishes of that man who created them. And such a mediator who puts him at hand and tries to walk with him.

Exactly that is the anomaly infected with the virus, and Zeth once again hereby establishes her readiness to exterminate them.

And he glanced at Emiol, and suddenly a scream came up at that time when he tried to take a step.

"Master Zeth, it's enemy reinforcements at the rear! I don't hold this number on boulders."

It emanated from the mouth of a dragoon soldier who kept paying off the pressure of an overwhelming imperial army.

As soon as Emiol wrinkles between his eyebrows, he shouts a stirring scream.

"From the rear... the stupid perimeter should have marched in confirmation. Even if they were splitting up the detachment, it's impossible to get around in this short time."

"No. The enemy is not the Imperial Army. They're..."

"Howard Wind!"

Severe whirlwinds are created at the same time as resounding words.

And the dragoon that was making the report is bounced off the horse.

On the other hand, the moment he saw that magical wind, Alex slightly loosened his expression when he shook his head and uncommonly uttered a word of condemnation.

"You took longer than I thought."

"Not really. It's an unscrupulous favor to follow them as they distance themselves from each other. I'd like you to think I'm still in a hurry."

Speaking from Alex, the magician speaks out his objections with a gentle tongue.

Behind him are countless soldiers dressed in different armies than the Empire.

With that desperate sight in his eyes, Emiol opened his mouth in frustration.

"You, who are you?

"Well, when you ask people their names, didn't you learn to name them from yourself? Well, if it's his kind, I don't mind if it's rude."

The red-haired man smiles so bitterly as he gently distorts his cheeks. And when he put Zeth and Emiol in his sight again, he uttered his name with prestige.

"My name is Lute, Lute Hanneburg. Dragoon to the modifier who trampled our kingdom of Clarice on the ground, destroying you on this occasion for illegal immigration, disturbance, looting, sabotage, and mass murder. All units, hang up!