Unmotivated Hero's Tale

The magical principality of filament.

Known for its magical power in the West, this nation is the mother of a school city created by the disciples of Filament, known as the Great Sage.

Unlike the surrounding nation, the nation's top leaders were called the Magic King, a provision that would come from the house of the three disciples of Filament involved in the happening of this country.

However, even though they are kings, state management is only carried out by a system of council of three houses: the Diorams, the Mirahofs and the Mysms, and so far this country has been run by a perfect balance within these three houses.

And the magic king is responsible for carrying out the policies determined by the meetings of the three houses as a sign of the nation. And the fortyfifth generation, the modern magic king, was served by Medium Dioram, the head of the Dioram family.

"Lord Medium, what has the emperor of Kelm said to us?

Phileo Mysmu, the head of the Mysmus family, the authority of offensive magic, turned his forged flesh toward Dioram, unlike a magician, and asked him.

"To acquiesce in the reduction of the price of demonic stones we are exporting from our country and the expulsion of Filament officials within the Empire from public office. And a lot of compensation and a transfer of Everolimur."

Fileo opens his eyes and reveals his anger as he mouths the conditions Dioram has been poking at the Empire with an abominable look on his face.

"He said it was an Everolimul concession! Isn't that land a valuable demon stone collection site in our country? You can't drink on such terms."

Everolimur is in the northern part of the Magic Duchy, a land that produces 40% of the demonic stones within the Magic Duchy from the same place.

Other conditions were never drinkable in two replies, but the assignment of the land implies the economic death of the magical principality. So Phileo hoisted his eyebrows as he overheard the conditions, yelling as he sat in the chair.

"Calm down, Lord Fileo. They're just running around. Probably not able to assign Everolimur. On top of that, I'm just trying to find a place to drop it."

"WOW...... but I didn't know there was going to be even a territorial transfer due to the extent of the spy noise. Again, the Empire guys are too greedy. That's why they're unreliable."

Hearing Medium's words in his ear, Phileo is unable to hold his anger and fists the table in front of him.

In the air of such a pressing meeting, there were people there who differed in the atmosphere. A man who occasionally pulls and laughs without meaning, shaking enough to sprinkle his right middle finger nail. It is the Vira of the Mirahov family owner.

He heard the two men's stories shaking his fingers, and suddenly uttered words as he wrapped his saliva around his fingers.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Kelm...... a nation that desecrates magic. Anything that uses magic like that deserves a maximum sentence. The blood of that filthy body should be purified. Death by death, old age, bombing, sutra, drowning, starvation, freezing, crushing...... Ugh. They're all attractive and lost."

"... U, Lord Uilla! Don't be rushed to a conclusion. Sure, we can't admit the collective magic of these people as our country, but we can also say that this kind of trouble was caused by the arbitrary nature of the house."

Medium speaks that way to Whirla in front of her as she pulls her cheeks apart, giving her a nail.

Meanwhile, Wirra's glance at the Magic King in front of her reveals a distorted grin with her mouth away from her shabby finger again.

"Page one thousand eight hundred seventy-two of the Minutes of the Three Family Conferences. In the twenty-fourth line," Against the Empire, if you have a chance, try to weaken it ". The Magic King has not remembered the rules that were set only eighty years ago......?

At the same time that the word was released from the man's mouth, an obvious runoff of killer magic stood in the conference room.

The pressure would have been sensible if those involved in the magic at all, so heavy that they could faint instantly on the spot if they were powerless. That releases unstoppably from the whole body of the Vira.

Nor could that Medium hide its agitation in the madness and magic of Vira enough to transform the air of the field in an instant. But when he desperately restrains his upset mind, he opens his mouth in the guise of calm.

"I naturally know that. However, the only decision to make should have been to weaken the empire. Your Lordship should also recognize that there is no such thing as designing a coup."

"Excellent! That's the Magic King. Nah! I don't know that annihilating the Imperial royal family won't do for the weakening of his country...... new. Indeed, the interpretation is too new and I suffer from understanding"

Vira's congested eyes capture Medium's appearance straight with madness.

Meanwhile, Medium was trying to keep Vira from looking, while concentrating her entire body nerves so that she could cope whenever offensive magic was unleashed.

"Nobody said that. I'm just saying there was a problem with the way things were done. Therefore, we are faced with such imperial demands"

"SEVENSLESS! Our mediocre, over-great king, who persists only in the boring past. I don't know if I can think of anything to come. You know, even if you think mediocre with that concurrent head. The Empire will soon invade this country. That's only a matter of time. Then there's one thing we need to do! Beat me before I get slapped, stab me before I get stabbed, shoot me before I get shot, and before I get killed... kill me yo. Hyahahahahahahahahahaha"

Uilla, who was impressed, turned herself over the chair in the conference room and fell off the chair. But even as he fell to the floor, he still didn't get excited and chill, and he laughed as he stunned over the floor.

"Become! You're telling me that should invade the Empire, that it was"

Medium is surprised to open her eyes to the unexpected suggestion of Ulla.

Then, when Uilla rises up as a look of joy, she leaks her laughter out of her mouth while holding her face down with one hand.

"Hyah, could it have sounded anything else? Luckily for you, my guinea pigs are ready to go to their opponents and I can slaughter them whenever I want. Uhihihi, and I've already heard you started arranging the battle, Phileo, and this is going to be a nice kill utah to hear, and my chest is going to rip open now, sa"

Hugging her own body with both arms, Whirla said so as she was bored, Phileo, who was told the story, also shook her neck vertically and opened her mouth.

"Oh, the war can start at any time. We don't use the lukewarm magic that the Empires treat, and with the magic of Lord Uilla's example, it's perfect."

"Eine! Yiyo! I hate losing. I'm the only one who can kill you, guinea pigs. I'm not gonna let the Empire trash kill you."

Uilla, who had originally known the character of the belligerent Phileo, makes a spooky laugh sound on the spot with a distorted grin.

"Nah! Lord, you're already ready for battle? What do you mean, we haven't decided we need a fight yet. It would be premature to wage war, even though we have not yet decided how to leave the empire."

"So which period do you think will most likely increase the chances of victory for our country, Lord Medium?"

Hearing Medium's upsetting voice, Phileo glances at him with an immediate blameworthy look.

Then, to the sharpness of its too much eye light, Medium accidentally clogged the words.

"Well, that's... but even making assumptions about war is still premature," he says.

Medium, who only explored the way things were cleaned up and did not envisage, for example, the possibility of war, cannot give an immediate answer to the question and shakes his head left or right to deny this debate itself.

But seeing him like that, Uilla uttered the name of a person who should also be called the steeple of Medium, as he echoed his tall laughter on the spot.

"Ale? Ale? Ale? Ale? You're mistaken, aren't you? I don't have a problem with the Magic King not being as decisive as that... Oh, maybe you're saying that because your daughter is in Lend, the capital of the Empire, Kana?

"Hey, what... you said it was my daughter! What the hell is that?"

Medium wolves inside as she glances at Vira, who spits out words she doesn't anticipate.

As we can see through his upset like that, Uilla has been layering more words with a niggling look on her face.

"Hyahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah As a subordinate of that abominable magic modifier, you and the same red-haired magician are entering the Empire's Clarice Embassy, yo. Hugh, you're beautiful with the love of parents and children. I can't believe you're trying to take my boy more than this lovely killing party and this country. It's too good a story. I think I'm going to throw up unexpectedly."

"Mm, it doesn't matter about my daughter or anything. No, the one who handled the curse before that already banished our house. It's not my daughter or anything!

Cut off unexpected cards and aware of the unfavourable situation on the spot, Medium confronts Vira with his considerable pre-construction mouth.

But when Uilla laughs at him with her nose like that, she exercises the right of proposal that only the owners of each house can make.

"Cook, then, no problem, sir. Let's put it to the vote, as usual, then, as a proposal from my Mirahov family. Now, the house in favor of invading the Empire raises your hand...... Huff, it's two on one, sir. An imperial invasion has been passed here, Ta. Yes, omedeto!

Only a few meetings have begun. During that short period of time, the policy of invasion of the Empire by Filament was decided here.

One of the parties, Medium, spits out his words as tired as he thinks about how this decision will affect the future of the magical principality.

"... If this happens, I won't say anything anymore. I will declare war on you as King of Magic, as you have done."

"Hihich, that's intent, yo. That concludes the agenda for today's meeting. I have to go home and have a snack with my favorite guinea pig, so excuse me, sir."

That's what he says, and Whirla walks out of the conference room with the pull and laugh going on. And Phileo, who saw the appearance, also took his seat intact without saying anything.

Only mediums are thus left in that space with both elbows on their foreheads on their assembled hands.

"Nanya... what are you doing now..."

After all sorts of mistakes, when he spoke of him and his daughter, Medium exhaled a great sigh into the void.