Unmotivated Hero's Tale

The season is the most beautiful and colorful with signs of spring and flowers coloring wild mountains.

A seemingly fragmented group of people were walking horses down the streets further south from the border of Clarice towards the imperial capital.

"Captain, isn't the next city here yet? I think I'm about to run out of nutrients."

The red-haired magician holding the liquor bottle in one hand next to the unmotivated brunette turns a desirable gaze.

"You can't even look at me like that, Nanya. I don't have my own liquor. If the billboards that were unabashedly provided for the streets earlier are correct, it's time to see the lodging town now, so a little more patience"

"... right. Then I hope there's good booze there."

Nanya exhales and then braces the bottle around her waiststring, staring remorsefully at the empty pocket-type bottle.

It is a Nanya who takes liquor as a friend and cannot live without liquor, but is now the sixth privilege to keep the SS magician corps, whose strength as a magician is undoubtedly the best in the corps, except for a man with a solid queen.

That is why there was no disagreement whatsoever from the point of view of its competence that it was selected as a companion to Yui this time.

It was, however, an open fact that there was a great deal of concern that there would be absolutely nothing to soften when it came to everyday bare aspects rather than capability.

"For once, we're going from the Novamim Autonomy to the Empire, and we're going down this road through the next Inn Town. The largest lodging town in the northern part of the empire. So I guess I won't have a problem with the store that keeps the liquor."

"Right. Well, I guess I'll just have a little more patience looking forward to that. Hey, Hoot, you can hang out with me too. I just fell asleep yesterday."

Nanya shifts her gaze and speaks to Hoot, who is manipulating her horse to sleep with her sword of escape on her shoulder at the rear.

Hoot Normic.

She is also a subordinate of Yui from the Carlin period and a female swordsman who currently keeps the SS Swordsmen as a six-place treatment. However, with regard to her, the sword technique was of a very high standard, but she was initially anxious to be extremely silent and able to pull the squad as a captain.

However, Race von Hollywool from the cadet school, who also took the form of accompanying her this time as her subordinate, was now a good bridge between the crew and Hoot and the atmosphere of the troops was maintained very well. Rather, it seems that some of the crew are stirred up with protective appetite by this adorable and silent hoot, and even speak loudly that their lives can be hanged.

"Mr. Nanya, give him a break. You know Mr. Hoot is weak on alcohol. The other day, even in the Wang capital, Nanya crushed me, and I stopped training for the Swordsmen in the morning..."

"Whoa, chick. You sound great, don't you? So you're gonna hang out with me instead?

Reis, who watched if she fell asleep next to Hoot and would not fall horseback, gives a weak look at Nanya's sudden invitation.

"I haven't even reached the Imperial City yet. I'm sorry I died of alcohol on my journey."

"Hey, you funny kid... Alex, can I borrow this guy tonight"

Nanya, who looked at Reis with a grin of niggardness, takes confirmation to Alex at the rear. Then the fox-eyed red-haired swordsman nodded one with a nickely look on his face.

"Go ahead, feel free"

Alex Hughes, a comrade of war since Yui's student years, is now fourth.

Originally part of the Army Ministry, he was a swordsman who had long been engaged in front-line units of border defense with the Empire before joining SS. The sword moves were just a half-step over the realm of masters, and if you let Yui tell you, he was the one you never wanted to pair up with again, even when you died.

An episode that tells the story of his strength is that from the time he had repeated small-scale battles with the Empire near the border, he was called and feared by the Clarice Army to be Alex of Zhu and the Imperial Army to be the Mage Killer of Zhu and the Devil of Zhu. And undoubtedly that was true, and if I may add further, it was not only the enemy who was afraid, but not the exception to his disciple, Reyce.

"And, Master... please give me a break. What did I do?"

"Hehe, this is one life training. Sometimes it's a good idea to leave my watch and stretch your wings."

"No, it sucks enough under the master, but this time it's more than that... no, it's nothing"

Reyce, who tried to speak out against it, sees Alex's fox eyes narrower than usual. At that moment, Reyce hurriedly held his mouth, obviously feeling more dangerous than drinking with Nanya.

"Hehe, you can talk, Alex. Nothing. You can come with me."

"Hmm, right...... it's an invitation from the beauty of the moment, shall we not let it happen today? It's going to be a full moon tonight."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but, well, you're not. That's why, Reis. I'll be out drinking as soon as I get to the city."

Having listened to Nanya's remarks, Reyce gives a sneaky look, but he can't resist any more in front of Alex, and nods powerlessly as he gives up.

It was a line that was relaxing and walking the horse to the boarding town, repeating such a frivolous conversation, but suddenly a noisy voice and horse chirping approached from behind them.

Alex, the first to notice the sound, raises his voice toward the leading yui.

"Yui, there seems to be a group coming from behind. From the sound of a horse's hoof, the number of people is a little over ten. It's going to be a little faster than we are."

Knowing the rough distance and number of people from the sound of the horse's hooves, Alex tells that to Yui, who goes forward.

Yui, who received the report, put his hand on his chin and gave instructions to everyone as he scratched his head.

"Hmm... well, I'm sorry for the trouble. I don't know who it is, but let me just drop by."

When Yui says so, they all pull their horses to the edge of the street. That's how, at the time when we cleared the middle of the road together, a group of people with a bad pattern came together to run horses.

"Oh, my God, you're just a dick"

Nanya, who was drunk, whines casually as she sees them trying to get past the street.

Then you listened to the voice, one of a group that was about to pass by the sides of the Yui, and when you stopped the horse, you called out to Nanya.

"What is it, sister? Wouldn't that be a long time? Are you complaining about us?

Sometimes there were only five of them in a row, and their galloping men laughed thinly, stopping their horses and starting to surround them.

Yui, who perceived the air that the trouble had begun, turned to them after scratching his head twice and whispered.

"Ha, sorry. Looks like they said something rude. I'll thank you instead --"

"Hang on, my breath stinks, you. All those painful men, all lined up in pictures. Wash your face, body and mouth before you come back out."

At a time when Yui tried to bow his head in an attempt to do things peacefully, Nanya, the drunk, oil the fire against them without hesitation at all.

Then, as the leader-like skinhead man among those chimps moved forward, he spewed out the words either from the margin of coming from the difference in numbers or in a tone that looked down towards the Uys.

"Heh, you don't want to sell a fight to us, do you, Nee? Our heads will be here soon, so let's have a good and sincere wasabi before we do that."

That's what the leader-like man says as he looks at Nanya's limbs from top to bottom, with a humble grin.

"Head...... right. I see, is that what you mean? I assume that you've come this way too, Clarice or from the Novamim Autonomy, but is the word Novamim?

"Oh, you're right. I just want to teach my classy brothers who grew up in Clarice how tough society is, but if you're going to leave all that money behind as a sincerity, you can miss it."

Did you calculate that it would be enough gold from Yui's horses and ornaments, or the skinhead man grins and tongues down the used knife as if to intimidate him.

"Are you sure, Mr. Zenid... my head was ordered never to rub on the road"

A somewhat luxurious, merchant-inspired man who feels uncomfortable being in this group says so with a worrying look on his face.

"I don't mind. Mostly these guys sold the fight first. If we don't buy it here, they put mud on our sign. That's not how it works, is it?

"But the heads will be here soon, and even after asking for that decision..."

"You idiot. Anyone else report that you were screwed when you were screwed? Come on, let's not talk about it. Enclose it."

When the skinhead man gives instructions, the others surround the Uys at once.

It's completely surrounded by surroundings, one-touch instant air.

But there was no wind to worry about the situation, and Alex, who had somehow cleared his ears from earlier, spoke to Yui with a nico expression.

"Yui, another big group will be here soon. Eighty-nine of them must be his group."

"Oh, I know... well, I'm sorry, you guys, but it looks like your heads are gonna be here soon, and I wonder if I could let you talk to that guy. If you really want to talk to him, I'd appreciate it if you talked to him."

After nodding once against Alex, Yui turned to the leader-like man of the chimps and said one suggestion with a bitter laugh.

"Why do you have to let me see your head when you're in jail? I don't know what that means. I don't care, you guys."

"Why do I have to shut you guys up? About that, Fire Arrow!

Nanya, who had accumulated the depression caused by the liquor running out, makes a massive arrow of flames appear in front of her own eyes, hoisting the right corner of her mouth.

The moment I saw that formed magic, the look on the faces of the men who were making fun of her changed.

"Hey, he said he was a magician!

Those who were bravely about to fly to the Yui give a stunned look at the moment they saw the flame.

With that funny look on their face, Nanya tried to unleash the arrow of flames as she laughed at them with her nose.

But precisely at that moment, a glimmer of sword sticks out in front of her.

"What are you doing? Alex!"

"Hehe, wait a minute. Because you'll see something a little more interesting than that."

"Um, what do you mean?

He was a Nagna with an astonishing look at Alex's remarks, but sometimes he has a glance at his prowess, fogging a frankly braided flame.

Thus, at the time when she unlocked the magic, a greater number of bent men appeared than those in front of her as she raised sand and dust from behind them.

"Hehe, it's finally the arrival of their main unit. They were originally like exposures, weren't they? Probably an advance party to check surveillance of troops and officials. And I'm probably leading them..."

Alex puts a nicotine look on his face and makes it look like he's headed to Nanya.

Meanwhile, an earlier skinhead man rushes to report, realizing their head has arrived.

"What the hell are you guys doing? Who told you to sell oil here?

"My head, in fact, is that these guys are so smart with our mouths... I tried to teach them a little bit about themselves, but it looks like they have a mix of magicians. Excuse me, but I need your help."

"Huh, magician? Why would a magician sell you a fight? I guess they didn't even look at the fight again. Anyway, where are they? When?

"Heh, they're surrounded there, well-dressed, unknown people. Just because you can use a little magic doesn't seem to bother you. Please tell me what you're doing from the head."

When they heard the story, their heads scratched the men surrounding Yui and proceeded inside.

And the moment he glanced at the group inside to intimidate him, he saw the faces there and nearly collapsed from the spot.

"Hey, Omersen. Long time no see. I didn't expect to see you again here."

Omersen, president of Novamim's largest chamber of commerce and head of the criminal organisation Serrarem, Lemriak's main counterparty. To such a man in front of him, Yui speaks with a smile as if it had been to an old friend, raising one hand.

Meanwhile, immediately realizing the identity of the person in front of him, Omersen revives the memories of testimonials by them the other day, and his complexion turns pale. And as he quickly turned back to his subordinate, the skinhead man, he dropped his cock on the top of his head without getting lost.