Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Yes, do as you please."

With that one word, which was truly unscrupulous, Klaus was allowed to stay on the front lines of the Knights of the Sword Horn. The east house of the garden smells like tea. The scent of flowers is also mixed and itchy on the nose beam. The examination of the orchestra was pressing a carefree tone on his ears, and Klaus remembered himself in a harsh winter morning. An atmosphere of disgust in the bedding is close to this.

"Is that all we're talking about?

The voice that should be close is far away. Because the woman is pointing toward the ungodly, and she has no glance at Klaus. I try to stay in the sweet scent, and the bright-eyed, obtuse side looks at the glow of the autumn garden.

Eleonora.

As the son of the King of the Kingdom of Asuria, she is the first woman to inherit the throne. He is now essentially at the apex of kingship, where the king's denial continues. Everyone was aware that the status quo was the acting king and that it was a near-established future to change to the name Queen.

"No… I understand the military has reported a front line battle situation, do you have any thoughts? Also, if you have any fate, I will tell you."

"You won, didn't you?

"By the glory of His Majesty the King and Her Royal Highness Princess Eleonora, we have won a small battle in the Plains of Doom."

"Yeah, that's good."

I couldn't feel any discouragement in my voice. As always, the voice is released into the garden. Klaus had no choice but to overlap words.

"… As a matter of concern, there is a lag in transporting supplies to the front line. Waterways are not allowed by land anyway. We can't help but think about water security."

I didn't hear back. But Klaus must tell. I have heard that the long rolls of the report have been broken down without even being cut off. The letters and numbers that are represented in them write down a lot of desperation and a lot of effort. You can't let fluff and words be buried by scriptures and stories.

"In addition to increasing security, it seems that the damage can be reduced by dividing a large percentage of the traffic to land. May I have your approval?

"You can't do that. Control the battle by the action of the water… more ships. I prefer ships to cowhorses."

"… accepted"

Here it is. Eleonora has this... Klaus pushed his anger into his belly and killed him. They say that they entrust most of their government to the deliberations by Klaus and other Sihou Roppe, but occasionally they issue strange powers to push through policies that don't make sense. When you do that, you are determined and confident. I'm even laughing looking at Klaus now.

"Then it will be somewhat delayed, but we will make preparations hasty anyway. In the light of the changing circumstances, it is likely that the opportunity to meet the plains of the crash will be early in the spring."

"Yes."

Not interested, Klaus drinks another sense of restraint. It's as if Klaus doesn't know the direction of Eleonora's interest. The sun will rotate two to three times over the chimney. That's no surprise to Klaus, even if he hated the ship to Russia this evening and wanted to see it.

Dangerous.

That is Klaus' assessment of Eleonora. Now that unreasonable whim also falls within the scope of not affecting the big picture. But Klaus believes that's only because she's filled. Sooner or later, when she faced difficulties, that danger would take on a clear form...... it was a dark feeling. The kingdom may face another crisis. Klaus couldn't have tolerated that.

"Oh, yeah."

Unexpectedly his voice rose, and Klaus returned consciousness and gaze to Eleonora. And I saw vivid emotions there. Somewhere earlier the dream atmosphere had disappeared. The reddish lips take the form of a crisp grin.

"Take Paulina to the front."

"... what? Her Royal Highness Princess Paulina...?

It was just a flight-out, and Klaus could only inquire without saying no. Eleonora's lips finally lifted the edge and her teeth peeked. The grim whiteness rose inside the shaded East House.

"Me and Margarita went to the front. Only Paulina hasn't been there. So that's not fair, is it?

Couscous and laughter were all together. Klaus forgot the words. Just ask.

"Let the generals on the front line comfort you. It's royal duty. Let me go right away."

Klaus remembered the heartbeat while he felt it was not sanity shabby. Because the princesses' visit to the northern realm of the kingdom was also drafted in this way. No, if Eleonora had spoken of any proposal, it would be an order under royal authority. The will of the Kingslayer moves the kingdom unless it is unreasonable enough. Even if that's surrogacy.

Attempted assassination of the third princess...... although it was the executioner who was executed, it was frightening Klaus that it was a treatment that could not reach the truth of the matter. Or will they be targeted again this time? If the target is an empire, it is still a crisis if there are disturbing elements within the kingdom. Klaus guided the military upset.

"... then let the SS go the same way as an escort"

"Oh, that's what happened. Let it fight."

"Oh no, tell me to send the SS to Shipwreck Plains!?

"You're a soldier, aren't you? My soldiers have won. I don't know about that kid's soldiers..."

I didn't know what you were talking about, Klaus, but I got to crack what Eleonora meant by “soldier” and roar small. It is the Knights of the Sword Horn. Eleonora speaks of Klaus' Knights of the Sword Horn as "my soldiers”. A knighthood of nobility in his own faction. Muscle goes through.

It was a battle to make Lucas go through his first line. The Knights sacrificed it as imperfect and still brought back the victory. The Knights chief showed readiness and Klaus made him even more prepared for it. The Knights have made a bet on the military flag to have a lodging enemy.

All of that was now told in the tone of whether the flowers in the garden had bloomed or not. That's what the next king named Eleonora said. The person, who may also be suspicious of being aware of the Knights' redeployment, is trying to send a thousand and five hundred people pushed into secluded areas to the front on the grounds of the battle of the Knights of the Sword Horn. I even tried to dissolve that group once, in a tone easier than the pruning of the plants, as I came up with.

"Get ready...... let's take a season. I was wondering if you needed an extra payment."

Klaus tried to squeeze it out and threw up words. Six months after being sealed into a discarded fort, I didn't think SS was keeping its original size. Even the usual half was left behind with only a small amount of working capital. Klaus expected nothing short of fame. And I thought it was necessary. It's in the kingdom now, and the power the royal family possesses over me is too dangerous.

But the soldiers were pitiful. A soldier is something that swings to politics, but is only irrational, such as being sent to a dead place without any busy preparation. Klaus learns about the reality of the battlefield. No armor, no sword to ask for on your hips, equal to a hungry and wandering battlefield or other prison sentence. If you're quitting the army, fine. I can't let you die miserably as a soldier.

If we are to take them to the front, we must gather our troops as soon as possible. This should no longer be treated with normal reason. Mercenaries must be gathered, sorted and organized with the remaining soldiers to conduct military operations. Arrangements must also be made for equipment and supplies, as well as for means of movement and means of transport. Klaus stood out that it would be early and forty days, or twice as long if it were late.

But the response was concise and cruel.

"No, you can't. Be quick."

Not long after asking why, red and white leapt under both eyes of joy.

"Let him fight before he reaches the front line. Don't let me see you. Meet me after the battle. Let that child hurry with him. There is no support or work at all, so let them leave by the end of the day. And if he hadn't fought yet when he arrived, he'd impose servitude as punishment. You avoided fighting against your king's life, so it's natural, isn't it? Let them dig the pond. Me, I'll float there and have fun."

The laughter went up. It had the sound of keeping Klaus' heart and balls out of the cold. I couldn't stand this kind of thing, although the gall strength I had built up on the battlefield only showed strength in bumping into each other. Poison. This is something toxic. Klaus went on to be exposed, blindly, to the words of a venom overflowing with a beautiful princess.

Apparently there was a rumor.

That was at first a mockery of the loneliness of the third princess who had to make the SS and others. Instead of thieves, let us mourn the lack of human morality attacked by soldiers, and cower who hastily gathered escorts. The SS group was not even allowed to be stationed in the King's Capital and headed for the abandoned fort in the secluded area... mocking it as a good fit for the herd of wild dogs again.

One new rumor, however, seems to have made the situation unpleasant for Eleonora.

The last seat of the SS has the name of one boy. Marco, son of a village on the border. He is a loyal citizen who risked his life to save the third princess and even resigned himself to be adopted by the nobility. That's what he said.

"It is an unparalleled pleasure to be able to work for Her Royal Highness. This feeling did not belong to me alone, but to everyone who touched Her Royal Highness's will. The SS is truly the manifestation of a heart that loves Her Royal Highness, and if we were the only ones in the kingdom, we would not have this honor. Our presence is a testament to the bond that binds the king and the people."

It should be noted that it was distorted and heard by Eleonora, the contents of which included what struck Klaus in the chest. King's power to receive sincere service from the people... because it was only sweet, ideal or not. And I had a grumpy thought. Though it stopped its dissolution, it was Klaus who sealed the SS in secluded areas. I also expected to lose weight. What did the boy think when he saw the fort? How do you spend your time now and what do you think?

Even if I didn't know that, I could perceive the princess's discomfort in front of me. The purer the boy's statement, the less interesting it will be for Eleonora. She has no SS as well, having come into contact with the people of the North. Klaus guesses it's not necessary or not. Jealousy. You can call it nothing. Don't you care that the third princess has even one thing she doesn't have... Klaus took a lot of effort to push her anger to death.

Because I understood you wanted to crush it. Eleonora craves it in a childlike mood. I want to speak of the Knights of the Knights of the Sword Horn, which I have never shown any interest in, as my own soldiers, and with that victory I want to deal with the SS. Their defeat was already a matter of decision in her, and she ordered all kinds of things to show the appearance of their defeat. Or maybe he's already watching it, Klaus thought, and shook at the mess.

The sight of Eleonora as a trance… it is the face to face of the SS and Paulina, who have made a tragic success. The front-line generals are going to execute it as they see it. It's a contrast between the Knights of Victory and the SS of Defeat. It's a contrast between your own soldiers and those of Paulina. It's a contrast between the glorious self and the miserable Paulina.

(With such a lowly motive, you want me to let a soldier... die a loyal boy!

I had to stop it. Klaus tried to speak out in anger about the protest and couldn't do it. I had a ruthless look at myself. Eleonora was sticking out that finger and showing Klaus the stand to rebel.

"You killed the brave man."

A sharp word seemed to sting between Klaus' eyebrows.

"You only protect your father, that man only defeats his enemies, and for that reason the brave men have been killed by imperial soldiers. I said help me. No one asked. That's why I resent you guys. But forgive me. That man dies, and you make what I want come true. Don't forget, Marquis Klaus Yurihalsilla. I'm making an effort to forgive, and I've never forgotten a brave man."

Even if your fingertips are frozen. Klaus remembered the cold, followed by a sense of falling where his whole body's power was fading away. On the inside, a gloomy flame is burning without sound. I have collapsed into the center. Note that the eye of one man looks to himself... I can hear a voice that I can't hear. I resent it if it was a grudge.

Klaus lost time. The past swallowed itself up in great numbers, making the present and future invisible. Cold air and hot air were pinching Klaus and roaring. Klaus couldn't even speak up. It was just painful.

"Back off. It's prayer time."

Not sure what he answered, Klaus left the royal palace. Riding a carriage was also a hundred million hijackings. Even after I arrived at the mansion, I was unable to get up for a while after being opened the door. It was heavy. My body was refusing to regress to the landscape outside the carriage.

Klaus wandered the protective bag he lowered from his neck. Now I thought of my late former wife. I thought of my sons scattered in the war. My current wife and her children did not come to mind. My body was too heavy to think of that.

I had my eyes closed.

Klaus Ulyhalsilla still wasn't allowed to cry.