Fly the Flag of Fire!

One man was on fire.

In the middle of the firewood, which was piled high, the whole thickness stood, and the man fixed to it in chains of iron, and the flames containing oil swept over it. Burning. Burning. The flame makes a roaring noise and blows heat. Cook the meat. Take your life.

The audience was boiling. Everyone, old and young, men and women, rich and poor, barked wide open their eyes and their mouths. It's a crucible of excitement. In the vanished sight of sanity, only three men and women were dyeing their faces in a different emotional porn than their surroundings.

"Come on, flame, get up! This is purification! It is a sin of flame!

One of them. A fat middle-aged man in a luxurious priestly outfit was also standing upright on a luxurious platform, making a good, cloudy noise in the crowd circle.

"He is the man who conspired to kill many of the valiant men of the Sacred Scriptures in awe! That is the work of the devil and the most important testament to this man being a demon! Our grief is God's grief! Our wrath is God's wrath! This is judgment!!

The intensity of his gesture splashed with sweat and spit. Words that are spit out of your mouth without stopping though. That is the oil that is poured into this flaming alley. Stirred by incitement, people are even starting to mix screams in their growls. Crazy feast. If there is a rally to glorify it, as the devil exists, it will be true.

There's a girl looking down with a bright blue face. One of the first three. The building facing the square is shaking in detail without being able to blink, in a special seat called the upstairs window, which is most suitable for viewing. Wrapping it is clearly the finest dress. Same ornament you wore again. Is it the knight of the escort who solidifies his surroundings?

"God, look at you! And bless you! To the princess who uncovered this man's plot and gave us the honor of the Devil's Crusade! To the wise princess! Bless her for losing her beloved brave!!

The girl jumped small as the roaring heat was also directed at the window. I was struck by a terrible fear. The eyes spread round are white, and the tightly tied lips are purple.

"... this, this stuff... it's my fault..."

Words that whine without a voice. That doesn't even extend to the droplets exposed before the great calories.

"Wow, it's not my fault... this..."

No one will ask me, and I will not reach anywhere. It was like knitting a constant breath hard on your tongue, which fell to the feet of a puffy, unknowingly laggy girl.

"Such a... disgusting thing..."

If that word had reached the last one, that one could have died of outrage. There is a woman looking up at the mountain of fire that burns every man round, as she is ambushed by soldiers and pressed against her cheek by cobblestones. Dressed like a village daughter, but the exuberant muscles don't belong to an amateur. The sword falling nearby is used.

The eyes with open eyes are red. Unnoticeably, the white eye runs bloody and the eaten back teeth are tight. Faces that make ghostly shapes have their natural shallow blackness. Silver hair reflects the color of the fire. Sounds like a minority ethnic origin.

She only tried to save one man on this scene, a man who would be killed in flames.

The result was like this. I can't even hang around, I just can't look. Take the excited footsteps of a crowd full of dancers as tremors, and burn the sights of hell to your soul.

Sora...... in the heart of the burning orange, something that looked like a black column finally collapsed. More cheering. The sound of shoes being trampled on. Hands and feet to be shaken. Its hustle and bustle, which also enjoys the wreckage's misery. A woman doesn't utter a word.

"Oh! The judgment has been handed down! Our flames have destroyed the demon!!

If this place is to be emulated as an orchestra, is the man in the priestly garment the conductor? He manipulates his enthusiasm with his hands and mouth.

"Today will be the day of glory! Sons of God, sing! And let's celebrate! The ordeal to this day is already in the past! Come on, let's exchange cups together!!

Those in white robes hand out drinks to the people. He seemed to have brought in several barrels beforehand. It is as if it were a festival. No, actually, this is a festival. A cheerful orchestra fills the void after the fire calms down. The song is sung. Dance is danced. Spare the body and mind the calories...... throughout the night.

The death of one man.

Before and after death as a grand feast.

The whole city is raising a kai song to the night sky like a single bonfire.

With all that in other personnel, some black lines are stretching out of the city. Waterways and sewers. They all merge into a huge stream of muscles. The flow is slow. They will eventually reach the ocean, wielding nourishment around them, while also gathering nourishment from around them.

beneath its surface reflecting only the darkness of the starry sky... darker than the night shadow... the dark little fish was chewing repeatedly. Over there, over there, countless of them eat while swimming. What is eaten is something charcoal scattered large and small. It was dumped like garbage in the city. It was formerly in the form of one man.

The clumps were flocked and pecked, and the fragments scattered in the water currents were cheeked up on each, and the little fish ate up the charcoal of the carcasses. That's even polite. I took care of myself and started walking at night before dawn.

Walk. One, again, appeared more in the water. They had legs. Two undressed legs on the fish's body. I go up to the shore with a chick and tear the grass apart. The faster it leaves the river, the faster it will be. The appearance of the first incapable half-fish man is gradually reshaped and driven as a dark walker similar to a mouse.

It is as if the moonlight crosses the field and the hill crosses, as if it were a gust of wind sweeping the earth. The countless dark colors that conceived charcoal eventually burst into the woods. Without worrying about the signs of the monstrous creatures, he rushed to the spot, where the rock caves were demonic and fearful. Run in. There's a swing of lightning in the back. Running. With no sound whatsoever coming... the dark pieces jumped into the pot above them.

With a plundering voice, the song began to spin.

"Soul burning (sometimes) How old are you... Soul consumption (Tagi) When you die..."

A small figure appeared wearing a hood deep in his eyes, as the shadow took shape and cut a thousand pieces. When he succumbed, an incredible green fire began to lick the kettle.

"Blood knows... Zhu is a curse... grace and resentment... fringe and disgust..."

The color of the fire changes blindly from green to blue, from blue to purple, and from purple to yellow. The darkness in the kettle boils. But that's not hot. If it's not the fire of interrogation, it's not the material of interrogation.

Magic, this is.

Eventually the song withered, the multi-colored fire cost, and the kettle cracked.

A drizzling liquid ended up in the world. Sole sealed in a vial.

With Sole going out into the ordinary world, this story opens the curtain.