Unmotivated Hero's Tale

"As soon as the military chief is ready, proceed with the soldiers for the Demon Stone Workshop. In the meantime, I'll take four of my men ahead of me."

"Okay. Mr. Istarz... don't push it."

Ernst knows more than enough about Yui and his prowess.

Still, he remembered the resistance and apologies when it came to getting ahead of him in small numbers.

"Ha, there's no letter about trying hard to force my dictionary or anything"

Yui, smiling bitterly at Ernst's worried voice, replies as he scratches his head.

In response to such Yui's words, Ernst laughed bitterly so that he could be caught as well.

"Okay, I'll be on my way, so excuse me for this"

When Yui returns his salute to Ernst, he returns his heel and walks under the Clairees, who were holding back.

"Husband, what are you going to do with the guy in Creha?

"For now, he stays put. Just tell him not to keep in touch."

Yui replies instantly, without hesitation, to a query about the treatment of Kreha, who is holding out on Tarim.

"I understand. Then it is easier to ask the Army to enhance the personnel for liaison."

"Oh, I'll take care of that area. Yeah, yeah, Nanya. Depending on the extent of the fire, I'm going to ask you to cast water magic on everyone."

When he leaves the information entanglement response to Clary, Yui shifts his gaze toward Nanya and mouths a minimum of flame control.

"I don't really like water magic...... okay, I'm going to make it relentlessly wet, so you guys be ready"

Nanya says so and gives her a nibbly mouth angle as she looks over the face of the strategy department.

Then Foot, who hated to get wet, had an overtly unpleasant look on her face, and Cain gently put his hand on her head when he noticed such a Foot reaction.

Despite all this, he's not much the same face as usual.

Seeing it, Yui unwittingly smiles bitterly.

"Well, let's say we go on a little troublesome hike"

"Dear Elise, we're going to be able to cross the flame zone in a little while."

"Yeah, I get it"

Listening to Eince's words of encouragement, Elise desperately descends down the mountain path as she feels the fiery fervour in her white skin.

And finally, beyond the fiercest areas of flame, gradually the ambient temperature began to drop slightly. Exactly then, a sticky mocking mixed voice shook a line of tympanic membranes hurrying down the road.

"Whoa, whoa, you're in such a hurry through these mountains...... which way the hell are you going to be headed?

At the same time as that voice, suddenly the burning trees fall over Elise's head.

"Danger!"

Slight delay in response to unexpected events.

But Aince, holding Elise, managed to throw herself forward than the falling trees.

Flying to the front with all his might, despite the downhill, Eince can't even take a passive, just roll down the slope so he can roll off.

Two, three, four degrees.

Rolling to jump, the momentum finally showed a fit as he hit his body against a giant tree that was forested forward.

"... are you all right, Master Elise"

Eince, who had struck him in the back intensely, tried to make sure Elise was safe, which he was about to hold ahead of his own injury.

But the earlier shock hurt Elise's leg, or she tries to stand up, distorting her face in pain and collapsing to the spot.

"Hehe, this mountain path doesn't seem to fit the princess's noble feet. But you next door. I have nothing to do with you... I'm sorry to interrupt, but should I disappear here?"

Hearing that malicious voice, Aynce raises her gaze.

Then, at the end of his gaze, there existed a long-haired man with a lowly grin and a short-haired man who looked nervous.

"I don't have to ask you who you are... you must have been hired by Tarim anyway"

"Ha, it's out-of-heart to be called Gorotsky. Well, it's true that Mr. Tarim is in a cooperative relationship."

"Brother. We've blocked the rear, but we don't know when the others will rush us. I'll do my job before I slap you in the mouth."

The man, called his long-haired brother, gives one tongue to his brother's reluctant remarks. But when he admitted the word was right, he stuck his right hand forward as it was.

The motion of not pulling out a sword lowered to the waist, but just sticking your right hand out into the hollow.

Aince, who saw it, sounds the alarm of his heart in full open anticipation that the long-haired man was a magician.

And from the earlier term 'brother', considering the possibility that the other man was also a magician, he rushed around to look for the Kingsguards who were accompanying him to compensate for his numerical disadvantage.

But the facts he noticed are too cruel.

That was because the sight of the eight close guards who had spearheaded them until earlier, who were already being unilaterally massacred surrounded by several times as many armed soldiers as they were.

"Aynce...... sorry, I just can't move"

In front of the sight, Elise turns to Eince and speaks out an apology.

But after hearing such words of apology, Aince laughed at her to reassure her the other way around.

"Dear Elise, that's not true. When you say this, you just have to say," I'll leave it to you. "

Hanging that word toward Elise, Aynce slowly moves toward the men in front of her.

"Are you ready? Then I'll take that life. Foyer!"

A long-haired man called his brother casts one spell.

At that moment, his protruding right hand dwelt a burning flame, and the flame was unleashed at once aiming at Aince.

From his own positional relationship with the long-haired man, when he understands that there is no Elise in this flame orbit, Eince overtakes the flame in the form of a spin to the side. And he went straight ahead and kicked the earth hard.

Distance between the two disappearing in an instant.

And when he entered into the midst of the sword, Eince waved his sword to cut it up.

"Shit!"

The magician who unleashed the magic of the flames flies back and forth greatly as he tongues over a sword strike quicker than expected.

Meanwhile, a new magic was suddenly directed at him from the side against Aince, who tried to pack a further distance.

"Steife Breese!"

A spell spoken by a short-haired man who was on the side.

When it resonates, distortions appear in the space in front of him, where a swift breeze is created.

And at the next moment, the wind started walking straight for Aince.

"... is it Styfe Breese to Foyer? It's just imperial magic, isn't it? I see who you are."

As he stops moving forward and survives the disease, Eince says so to the enemy magicians.

As soon as he did, the long-haired man had his frustration recruited into his expression and once again braided the magic of flames in his right hand.

"... Hmm. Whatever we are, it has nothing to do with you losing your life here. Foyer!"

A new flame unleashed.

It's a big jump to the side again, and Eince tries to do something about it.

But at that time, the wind magician also produces a second blow of wind, as he interacts with his brother.

No longer avoidable.

That's why Eince decides to be ready and somehow tries to be passive.

But the magic power was so immense that he was slammed straight into the rear tree.

"Ku...... that's exactly what you're dealing with at the same time in this scaffold is a bit of a broken bone"

Ace faces the back pain he strikes again, while moving his body from an earlier reflection to keep both magicians in sight at the same time.

But it was just after that that an unexpected voice shook his eardrum.

"Stop it! Get off me!"

Aince looks back in haste to Elise's voice, which sounded suddenly from the rear.

Then the rebels, who had surrounded the Kingsguard until earlier, grabbed the princess and tried to take her as she was.

"Stop it!"

Aynce also forgets that he was confronted with a magician and runs under Elise with all his might.

But when the magic of the opposite wind was unleashed on its back, which became completely defenseless, the shock blew Ace's body wide open.

"Whoa, I wonder where we're going. Have you forgotten that we were in the middle of a battle?

A decent direct blow of wind magic, Eince nods on the spot not being able to move very quickly of the pain.

Seeing such damage to him, the short-haired magician pulled the dagger he had hidden in his nostrils out of his sheath and jumped at Eince for stopping him.

Eince in a nogging state whips desperately against his pain-dominated brain and body.

But he understood.

that under this circumstance, and in my present state, I cannot avoid the fate of my own death.

At such a moment of thought to his own defeat, he decides to be ready and closes his eyes.

But to him like that, the pain that was supposed to strike with death never came.

"Ki, Xama is!

The hateful voice of a long-haired magician shivers his tympanic membrane, and surprised Aynce opens her eyes.

At the end of his gaze, there existed a sight where a dagger swept down by a magician was being held back by a long sword plugged directly from the side.

"You always say that, Aince. He told me not to give up until the last moment!

Moving his gaze to the Lord of the Long Sword, Eince acknowledges the appearance of Lute, who, while bearing burn marks everywhere, did everything in his power to open it to this occasion.

Lute, on the other hand, as he jumped up the dagger held by the magician, stepped forward and severed the magician's left arm without hesitation.

"Gwah!"

Bleeding blood and a sorcerer's cry colored the scene, and the short-haired sorcerer, who lost his left arm, swoops around the painful ground.

"Thank you, Senior Lute"

"Hmm, it's natural to take care of juniors. But what was that attitude? Isn't he the one who influenced you to give up your habits?

"Ha, there may be that. Senior Lute did say, 'Don't give up all the time,' but that senior was coached, 'Don't be stubborn. Just give up, think of an easier way.'"

"Hmm. That's why he can't."

Lute says so, but desperately holds down the grin that is really going to float.

Sneaking a sneak peek at the trick next door, Aynce's grief, which had covered his entire body until earlier, disappeared like a lie, inadvertently loosening its mouth.