Fly the Flag of Fire!

A river ship was slowly moving through the water.

The atmosphere, which has not yet been lit by the sun, is crisp and cold, and the sound of the water that can be smashed at the tip has some strange sound. On the clear water surface, the waves are also behaving and modest, reflecting the fresh blue sky and just clear blue.

"Morning."

To whom and against what did the girl stand on the deck greet so? He stood quietly looking ahead to the river's flowing tips as he huffed his small, white breath. There is no joy or worry in that look facing west. Her cheeks are slightly reddened to indicate her childhood. There was also softness.

Paulina.

The third princess of the kingdom of Asuria lived the autumn of the twelve this morning.

"Dear Paulina, isn't it cold?

A woman who showed up to chase me has spoken worryingly. It's Burma, a samurai samurai of Paulina. Blonde hair shines back into the morning sun. What I have in my hand is a warm shoulder. Paulina shook her head to the side and turned it down. Because I felt the coolness that touched my skin was beautiful.

"What's going on?

"Huh? No, if it looks cold, I would like to hang this..."

"What are you afraid of?

Vilma seemed gnawed. It was something that woke me up suddenly, so the thin sword on my lower back made a metal noise. The crisp sound of it was terribly clumsy, and Paulina thought she heard the finesse of being swayed by the water. Vilma pampered her mouth a few times, and after showing her roaming with the crowd, she began to exhale white and long.

"Master Paulina surprises me all the time. I'm just ashamed of our immaturity..."

While bathing in the wind with plenty of water, Paulina heard what would be revealed.

Vilma seemed frightened by the fate she had set in motion. Boring days in the out-of-house haven't changed dramatically from this spring to the future. The northern border rocked by carriages through the long idle sky... where small incidents and great encounters awaited. Vilma uttered the name of fate.

Marco in the village of Kiko.

When pronouncing the name, Vilma's voice had a small mix of tremors. It was the usual thing. Over the past six months, there have been stories she has told more than once. I'm talking about Marco.

A horrible figure who can follow ghosts under the moon. The temper to lurk the killing beyond the smile.

The sight seemed to have been engraved in her soul as something she could not forget if she wanted to. Paulina thinks that being the body and mind that drilled martial arts may have fuelled fear by rejecting it. Because those who know how to cook are more heart-moving when they encounter an excellent plate.

He and Paulina like that are bound by one promise.

"I serve you. Her Royal Highness Princess Paulina."

It was a voice reminiscent of the serenity of the Great Mountain.

"You were about to be reversed here tonight. I don't consider it a credit for holding it back. [M] Because in some cases you could have acquiesced to it. I tried you. I'll reveal that first. You tell them as facts, not apologies. I repeat, you have been tested by me. Would you be angry about that?

That was a confirmation, not a question. Paulina knew that, so she just shook her head to the side. Marco knew that too, so he just shook his head vertically. Paulina thinks it was to make her surround hear what she said.

"Another war is about to come to the continent. That would be like seeing and hearing a historical scroll in real life. The plains will be filled with military flags, and the battle will come and go with the flesh of the general, and people will admire the Northern Heavenly Mountains with their exhausted faces. Perhaps this time, whether it's a kingdom or an empire, you'll never taste the excitement of an emerging country or the despair of an exile. It's just people dying. That's the kind of war that comes. It won't be long... even tomorrow"

It was a prophecy. When people talk about the future, they mix their hopes with good and bad. Tomorrow will be glorious if hope is mixed, and tomorrow will stare dim if despair is mixed. But I couldn't feel any hope for Marco's words. Paulina associated the noodle dough with which she had also left it condensed. It was dry. If they did, it would naturally dry out, and as a matter of fact I just have to take it lightly...... Paulina remembers as it was that way of speaking.

"I'm trying to break it."

Not to prevent, not to protect, not to fight, not to resist, but that brunette, Bigeye, declared devastation. What is “it”? What do you mean break it? Paulina accepted something as “history”. He said it was about people's history.

There was no way to tell the details, and the person who was trying to go a long way without telling the whole story never showed the color of his emotions as a shard, but he had a fever for his surroundings. Paulina felt the heat. It's a big mountain out there, but it's got a huge lava inside... it's got a huge flame of heat that can't help but leave the world behind.

It was beautiful. Paulina felt him beautiful. It seemed glorious to manage the divergence between the inside and the outside by itself without the shaking of fine dust, radiating heat while facing the world. Man obtained various foods by obtaining fire. He was a fire. The world will get a lot out of his presence. Paulina found out that she had also obtained prophecy.

"To that end, I intend to serve you. Her Royal Highness Princess Paulina."

By slightly sounding the Great Mountain and releasing its heat, he was pressing Paulina to be ready to see it. There were two things to be prepared for. I am prepared to accept the fire called Him and to let the fire go into the world. It was no longer about Paulina and him. She understood that. The real encounter is irreversible. I can't go back before we meet again. We just have to accept it or reject it.

"Do you like noodles?

It was an act of touching fate at your fingertips. Paulina didn't want to see what it was. I just wanted to touch it. I wanted the feeling of destiny in front of an encounter that didn't happen once in my life.

"I like it now. I don't hate it any more, but your noodles were stunning."

"What do you like?

"You're throaty. There are many different ways to eat, but the quality of noodles still affects everything. If the noodles are good, any way of eating them is savory, and if the noodles are unsavory, any way of eating them is not something you could have tasted."

"Yeah. Same as people's history"

"Yeah, you're right. It's the same."

Paulina smiled and Marco was smiling again. It felt nice. Paulina enjoyed it. There was a clear investigation that resonated physically and mentally. For those who are prepared, the colours of the world are a measure of their own destiny. That was nice.

"What do I do?

"Be healthy for a few moments. That's why I'm here."

"Want some training noodles I make?

"That's where you want it."

What's the rest of the "Beast” story?

"Sooner or later... I will always ask you about your continuation."

With a series of cool sounds, Paulina was pleased that her destiny had begun to move. The fire lit in me, and I found it to be vibrant. And I realized I was bored. As if the first person to get a full meal had finally come to think of the fact that he was hungry.

And Paulina and Marco made one promise. Marco serves Paulina, and Paulina releases Marco to the world. The two chosen will advance their destiny towards the future they have opened as a result.

Marco is to break his prophecy.

Paulina is to welcome her prophecy.

History had exposed its immense figure before him and her, but it was also as if waiting to be stepped on and consolidated by two feet. If you look back, there is a trajectory you have already stepped on, and if you look back, you have prepared the next step with his feet truly stepped on. Paulina felt good about its strength.

"... the SS's effects are outside common sense"

The story of Vilma continues. The morning as we welcome ourselves down the river is surrounded by a tranquil atmosphere, and the hours of the morning haven't even come yet. Paulina liked this time too.

"The surrounding area speaks of its good fortune while admiring it. A lot of coincidences took their side and gave them that extraordinary effect. You think many see the White Stream flag as a flag of luck? I hear that there are even people with white cloth towels as the guardians of the first line. That's how they take it."

But Vilma said somewhere spicy.

"I am closer to the truth than they are. That boy is...... a man named Marco is not a person who relies on coincidence to make something up. The SS fights were definitely gained to gain. We all don't know how, but I can still assure you. He seems to be out of common sense in its very existence... to me it is..."

There was a small, exhaling, deafening word. Paulina was just listening to it. Pochary and water sounds jumped and people's morning fortunes began to move to hang it up. The sailors make more moves, faster, and those noises overtake that of the wind and the water. Life on the water begins.

"Marco's scared."

Paulina's words seem to have surprised Burma again. I can see you grabbing your shoulder wrinkles. I put my own hand on that hand. Both were cold.

"Marco must know that. That's why I'm always hiding myself. That's sweet."

The place where the hands and hands touched each other began to create warmth from either side. Trying to grow it, Paulina shook her hands small.

"You can be scared. But don't be frightened. I can eat no matter how hot the juice is. Then it's gonna be delicious, right? Looking forward to seeing what kind of food you have across the hot air, it's a pleasure to hook up."

Warmth softens Burma's strong tension. Paulina loved the feeling.

"The food in front of me is destiny. When we're facing each other, we'll eat it. What you've eaten before, or what you might want to eat someday, isn't important? It's important what you eat now."

And if thou hast finished saying so, it shall be Paulina, who hath fulfilled and growled in his stomach. The hour of morning was approaching. The brilliance that shines back on the water is increasing in glamour, predicting the taste of baked fish in the fragrance drifting in Russia.

"Master Paulina's stomach is always accurate."

"Yeah. Something solid and alive"

Vilma was smiling. Similar to the surface of the water, its glossy blonde hair also had more light. Paulina enjoyed the brilliance. I liked her hard work.

"Looking forward to breakfast"

"Yeah. You're a fish. Your mouth is ready."

"Are you also looking forward to meeting with Marco...?

"Yeah. I'm gonna have a nagging leg right now"

Vilma smiled even more when she showed it as a stepping stone. I bring a large quantity of fine light flour, so this time I intend to practice Paulina more than last time. Don't worry, it's there for the duration of your stay. I was going to enjoy it in different flavors and entertain it in different flavors.

"Looking forward to it"

Vilma's hand was so warm that it also felt good and Paulina rubbed it. How long had I been obsessed and rubbing that hand, which I didn't run away from even tickling? Vilma laughed uncomfortably. Paulina was delighted.

"Come on, it looks like it's time for some support. Let's go."

Before being led down to the cabin, Paulina threw her gaze once more towards the river's flow and towards the ship's progress. The glittering path continues far and away with the rising day on its back. Whether Paulina wants it or not, everything goes on as it is. Go ahead. Go ahead. History doesn't know it will stay.

"Beautiful."

That was a word no one would ever ask. I'm sure nobody can hear me. But Paulina thought she heard back. That's a response from someone a little further away than here. There was only one person I could think of.

Since Vilma opened the door, this already had a specific scent inviting Paulina. There was something gushing in my mouth. Paulina goes down with a healthy walk. I think the morning is particularly delicious down the river.

The ship goes.

Paulina and the SS were actually about to reunite for the first time in six months.