Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm."

A small, plump foot, dangerously fluttering, yet treading on a special white cloth. What was first exuberant under the cloth is gradually flattened to the left and right. The footsteps seem to stabilize as well.

"Hmm... I'll do it three more times"

Another piece of cloth laid on the floor...... this is just a clean cloth with no philosophy whatsoever...... landed on it and Paulina has a full grin. While Vilma loves it, she can't help but worry about two other spectators besides herself.

"No, it's a brilliant thing. I thought you were the one with the feet on the ground..."

While somewhat disrespectful to words and deeds and expressions, the soldier is a wind that impressed him. Accessories. I don't care if they tell me to sit down, until I'm upright, but it's Vilma who wonders what it's like to put an arm in front of a princess.

And one more.

"That's amazing. Looks like a way to pinch a battle from that white cloth gloss. Expectations increase."

This one has a boy sitting down but showing courtesy. Though the tone is sincere, Vilma is restless when she feels strangely barometric, called brilliant, blue-eyed and good slurring hands and legs under her dark hair.

(He's the son of the village chief, like Marco. I mean, he's 13...)

It is Vilma who sees it as a chilla and still thinks it is strange. It's not like this when it comes to the thirteen-year-old boy of the world. Turn inward. Turn outward, at a time when you're unstable with strong intentions. So were all those whom Vilma saw. Pure, clumsy, lively and painful.

How about that? The calm of this boy named Marco is not all that matters. Whether it was an amazing zoo event, such as the Princess's coming to the village, he was at the forefront of the floating adults to rule over everything.

Show the soldiers of the escort where to set the tent, let the villagers prepare the leaves and water, and propose to Vilma the best possible guidance from the duration of their stay… leave everything untouched and do not make them feel like any kind of hawk. Heavy Paulina with all due respect. He's a reckless entertainer.

Are you sure you're thirteen?

Vilma prefers good people, regardless of their status. I am not going to discriminate on the basis of age because I am a young person myself. But this boy's anomaly was hard to accept.

(What does this boy have and where does he look...)

For Burma, who continued to be exposed to the intangible blade of malice in a poisonous swamp called Wang Du, bottomlessness was itself something to guard against. Whatever you think, whatever you do, if it fits somewhat, I can handle it. Otherwise we can do something about it, even if we can't prevent it. But you can't deal with someone you don't know enough about. Because when something is done, if that one is fatal to Paulina, it's over.

Speaking of its paulina, it folds what it stretches flat, turns it into a mountain again and steps on it. Grab the hem of the dress and stretch it out again. Is it for the admiration of the spectators that the momentum is better than usual?

What she makes is food called "practiced noodles”.

It was commonly eaten in the mother Hiltura family, and the ingredients are light flour, salt and water. Mix them together and refine the matured for about an hour, then slice into thin pieces and boil after you want to mature again. Put it on the stock. Okay, tease it on the eggs. It's a good thing to sprinkle with fish soy sauce, which seems to be popular in the Everian Empire as food for ordinary people. Vilma has never known her since she became a samurai samurai.

There are various ways to make it, and in the case of Paulina, step on the part where you practice with your hands. I make up for my weakness by weight. Beautifully plush your bare feet and trample the ingredients with a special white cloth. When I first saw the scene, Vilma was a surprise in a double sense.

First of all, it's insane to step on what you put in your mouth with your feet. It is against the teachings of the Church. No matter how beautifully you wash it, your feet are legs, which is why it is considered an act of impurity.

Next, it is a special white cloth to be used when stepping on. It is the most noble Kwynn textile of all cloths. White and glowing lustrous material… When it comes to dresses made of total Kwynn textiles, it is a woman's dream, so much so that possession of more than one is not fulfilled when it comes to daughters of the great nobility.

Paulina uses the treasure cloth given to her by her father, the King, as a cooking tool for her specialty dishes. Even now, I'm stepping on it as a delight.

Is this naive? Or is it something else?

Vilma still can't make that decision. Just covering up this act from the public. I don't care what they think around me. It's no longer just a fresh-flavored worry, but you can't be deprived of a white cloth. It's a treasure for Paulina to tread on and eat deliciously. I have to protect you. Church or aristocracy... even if it were a king, I wouldn't let this get in the way. I don't want you to.

"I'm just impressed with the princess's feet, but, heh, I can't imagine what she could do."

"Oh, I'll hang up after this. And you boil it up. You may be close to imagining a juice that is edible. You can expect this."

But this is the situation. Vilma doesn't even know what she looks like right now. Inside the tent for the princess, who was not going to let anyone in, it is Paulina who is waiting for the military and the boy to snort at each other and use the cooking methods to be hidden to cook dinner.

That's also because the practice noodle rigging has flourished between Paulina and the boy.

During the course of the guide, the boy gave various explanations while not speaking familiarly to Paulina. Vilma was responding as a mediator between the two. That is natural as royalty, and Paulina defends it, too. Though everything seemed to proceed without any problems.

The color of Paulina's eyes changed when the explanation extended to how the wheat harvested was utilized. Mekong wheat is trying a slightly different method of cultivation as a measure of cold damage… because the name of training noodles was mentioned as a means of exploiting its properties.

It was only when there was time to stop that Paulina repeated the question enthusiastically. How to grind it, how water soluble it is, how delicate it is, how hard it is, how sticky it is...... it was a straightforward response. The snort was also rough and specific, while Paulina was stepping on the spot as early as possible.

And there is now the name "tasting".

"Done. That's about it for the last time, and then I'll put you to bed again."

I dyed my cheeks peachy and Paulina gave me a full grin. The sweat on my forehead is sparkling as well. If you're done stepping, you're off for a while. Ingredients finish while enjoying a cup of tea. Vilma loosened her cheeks, presumably because she was able to make a meeting. Paulina's feet move as excitedly as if they rebuff her senses. Wipe it with a cloth while holding it down gently.

In the meantime, the military and the boy also praised Paulina for her skill...... mainly her legs...... and praised her for the good fight she had completed a total of eight stepping stretches. There is no longer room for Vilma in between. I would love to see proud Paulina, and I also think that people's intimacy with people sometimes transcends identity, but Vilma is a samurai samurai.

"... accessory, is it a mouth where raw eggs can go?

It depends on freshness.

"All right, then. Try the Egg Covered Noodles too. I'll bring some."

I'll sit down a little, and I'll follow the boy out of the tent with my eyes. And I also saw military men dropping it off. I'm not sure, but I have something I doubt. It's called the glance, it's called the mouthpiece between the two, there's something immeasurable in Burma... and I think it's connected to the boy's bottomlessness.

"Lord Captain... what is your relationship with him? I'm very close to you."

I couldn't possibly not ask if it was offensive. As we reflect on today's events, as we look at the interaction between the two, one suspicion arises in Burma's chest.

Wasn't the purpose of letting him see you?

It was the prophecy of this military man that led to the arrival of such a border in the depths of Earl Hellevy's territory. He said something like that, but the truth is, he came to this village because of that strange boy. I looked around at the village by the boy's guidance, but that also means I was seen today by the boy.

"We've been dating for more years than we've met in this village... Hmm... there's something hard inside when you tell me to put my relationship to words. I'm sure you're close."

After twisting his neck with his imaginary face, lightning popped out of his mouth.

"Well, if he commanded me to destroy the kingdom, I would do it"

It was a word I couldn't solve right away. Billy and meaning shook his whole body, and Vilma moved like she was bounced. The hand grabs the sword and the body shelters Paulina. The man in front of you is round hips, but if you're going to release the murder weapon of the word, it must be steel. That must also be hidden.

"Its loyalty. First of all, it's brilliant. But sad, it's just a martial arts in the garden where my sister protects her sister"

"... shut up. Hands behind your head and kneel. Turn your back. Or I'll kill you."

"If you kill me, you won't be able to help me."

Again, this man's word is a murder weapon. With the opposite thought of his hair, Vilma explored the signs around the tent. The sound of the sunset wind rippling the cloth, the sound of bonfires burning and trees playing small, and... too many footsteps at a time for security. Swinging metal sound of a sword belt. The sound of a spear stone bumping into pebbles and pounding dirt.

Surrounded. The number does not go down twenty, enough not to exceed fifty?

"Have you read it? By the way, it's all in front of the lead infantry unit. A borrowing soldier. My hundred rides are leaving here now. I hear there's a horse thief out there."

"Then, stupid!

"Yes, it's a stupid story. There can't be any more horse thieves. But the sightings are coming up, and arguing horse thieves is strictly a top priority. I hear you're thinking about the Princess on the road, but is safety in the village an unexpected thing?

To the soldier laughing at that, to the sharpness of his eyesight, Vilma stepped back under barometric pressure. Something soft touches my back. Paulina's warm delicacy. You can't leave any more...... breathe deep and low.

"Yes, that's fine. Boulders are samurai samurai."

The dust appearance was too much fun, and Vilma's body seemed to relax. I felt like it. Military men have been overlapping words faster than they can get back on their feet.

"It's okay. They can't attack me as long as I'm around. It is my role to publicly decapitate a princess for failing to protect her from horse thieves. We can't just kill him here. If you kill him, the infantry unit captain will be beheaded instead. Then the other side will be in trouble."

That's what I say, take the cup, drink the water. What is this soldier saying...... Vilma worked her head in tension as well, trying to find gold coins out of the mud and mouthed the reasoning.

"Are you… Captain, are you not like them?

"Whatever. I'm not willing to offer my neck for the kingdom"

And he grinned, adding:

"If it's for Marco, well, maybe that's the kind of job"

There was something flashing.

Wonder that it's in the village. Hard treasure. Isn't that what he is? Something bottomless I feel for a 13-year-old boy named Marco... isn't that more honorable to a person named Captain Axeli Arnell than the kingdom and heavier than his own life?

"... what about that guy?

Behind the glittering Burma, there was a voice quietly asking.

"Soon I'll cut and boil the dough, but can we eat it together?

It is such a critical situation. Vilma tried to get Paulina to keep her mouth shut, and to see the first one. Even when I opened my eyes, I couldn't see through everything, and I still tried to open my eyes.

Someone, Paulina and not Paulina, stood there.

I didn't change my appearance. It doesn't make a difference to be an innocent, unadorned girl. But it was huge. Something was spreading greatly and greatly, and it was at the same time deeply and deeply distant. Vilma realized how she had misjudged her master. I had a grumpy feeling. At the same time, the urge to rejoice made my chest hot.

(Oh... did I? Did I look down on you again too......!

The sky was visible in Burma. The sky is blue and clear. If you see it through a narrow window called People's Views, what you see as tasteless, inferior, and boring compared to paintings and gems. Something that is obvious but therefore doesn't know its value and doesn't feel flawed, such as glamour.

But if you jump out into the outside world, the heavens will shine across everything you look up to. I do not solve all things in the world of men, and therefore I am not bound, and I am not tired of freely liking everything.

As a tattered ego...... Paulina stood there.

"You can eat it."

The military men were answering with the same attitude. That surprises Burma again. It can't be that he doesn't even feel what it should be called Paulina's divinity. There is no way that so many military men have not seen the great vessels that have emerged during this emergency. Yet.

"He went to get his eggs, but it's already dark, so he just comes home a little careful. The pebbles, the twigs, everything... they're just gonna blow it off with their hands."

That would have been just before for prophecy.

There was a series of strange noises outside the tent. The scrubbing sound of metal, the sound of something falling dry. The screams crept, and the screams of agitation were unnaturally turned down. In a few moments, various objects rang and all sounds vanished. Only one thing is the sound of the tent cloth stirring with the wind.

Trying to rock a strangely heavy body, Vilma walked out of the tent.

The moon was out.

Dozens of bodies were scattered around in a world lit by its smooth light. Those were dressed as soldiers. The ground lights up the moonlight slightly, but it must be something bad because it smells of iron rust.

There were men on their knees. The outfit is falling apart. Those who looked like farmers, blackheads, merchants-style...... many dressed in the same way as falling soldiers. Every one of them brings together the awesomeness of those who make struggle their livelihood. One of the most prominent is the man with the green headscarf. He carries a terrible sword and is still kneeling at the head of the men.

And... he's here.

Like the son of the moonlight, there is one dark-haired, blue-eyed boy, fu (not to blame) on the men. Is the night breeze around him something to be afraid of, or is it the only place where everything is surrounded by silence and without a shadow like a landscape in an unseen mountain river?

Marco. A terrible boy with something to hide and a view of somewhere.

What was in his hand was... an egg. Two in one hand, four in total.

"Oh, did I make you wait a minute? We haven't boiled it up yet, have we?

Vilma met.

Vilma encountered wonders beneath the moonlight.