Fly the Flag of Fire!

Everything in that room was lovely for Amalia Uliharsilla.

The soft standing of the benches opposite each other, the small tea table decorations, the elegant glamour of the candlestick, the decorative dishes that vividly depict the landscape of all seasons, the fairy statues of the painting stories and the portraits of the ancestors of the house are all the stage backgrounds for memories. I especially delight Amalia when my mother is associated with me the day I put the fire in the fireplace. All sorts of days of existence are fuzzy and fragrant there.

My brother Lucas doesn't stay in this room much. He has been a child running around here restlessly for a long time, but since he went through the first line, he has said that he is part of discipline. And in this series of battles, I can't leave Wang Capital. My father is going to Marquis Yuriharsila on his behalf, and I hear that he is still busy working in the Territory Capital.

Her fiancée Viscount Daniel Hackinen, who went to the battlefield, has also not returned. He was seriously wounded in the battle, and although his life was the only thing that stopped him, he is still being rehabilitated in the territorial capital of Count Salmant. Because I haven't even been able to recover the strength to travel to the King's Capital. The new year will be celebrated there.

And my father Klaus was... going and going early enough in front of the fireplace.

I've been doing that for a long time now. The outfit was a substitute for being able to climb the castle rather than a generous one, and the sword belt was the only thing that was unwrapped. There was a strained waist. The only time I sat down was at the beginning when I came here, and later it was as if I was restless. I'm still repeatedly changing directions when I warm both sides of myself up to full capacity, and I think it's something that grabs firewood and comes into the fire, so the fire gets stronger and a little dangerous. I haven't even put any chopsticks in it.

Amalia finally went into action. In time, my father decided that both sides would be seared. Klaus moves the firewood bundle farther away from the other side. And I started adjusting the fire.

"Hmm? Isn't the fire a little strong, Amalia"

"Yes. So stay away, Father. How about a glass of water?

"Mm... I do seem a little thirsty. Did you even sweat?

Amalia finished the work as she heard a strange voice on her back. Looks like Klaus brought every cup of water from the wall table to the tea table. I sit in a chair and let that be included in my mouth with a difficult look that won't taste anything.

"Are you sure you don't want to prepare alcohol?

"... um. I don't know who I can see drunk or who I can get drunk with... no, I don't know yet, but I'm still young anyway... because I also hear you're the same age as Lucas"

"Oh, Lucas likes alcohol, doesn't he? I'll be asleep soon though."

"Mm, really? I'm not saying no, but it's pathetic."

"I want to drink as hard as your father."

"Hmm, that kind of booze isn't something you want to drink... no, you still won't need booze. Somehow they come to visit me because I am ill. It would make sense to welcome you in a warm and cozy place. No booze."

"So you chose this room? If that's why I'm here..."

"It's not for service or anything. He wants you to listen to him too."

"Well."

Amalia took a serious peek into Klaus' face. If she doesn't have many people to work with, Klaus will not allow it. Although not pushed into the back of the house, it is Amalia who has made it her responsibility to protect the mansion on behalf of her mother after her mother's visit. Naturally, the breadth of socialization had become narrow and simple, and the fact that he was the eldest son but not the youngest had kept his politically oriented role away. The girlfriend is nominated by someone who makes her father Klaus nervous to attend the meeting… something that was unexpected to Amaria.

"May I ask who you are?

"... a soldier by the name of Marco. You must have heard of it, too. They call me a loyal patriot, and I have a martial name. Sounds like a strangely brave song these days."

"Is it Marco from that song called The Breaker of Flames? It was written in a message from Lucas. He said he was a hero of our time."

"It's that Marco. Hero...... I guess so. Sure, I don't doubt that..."

Needless to say, Klaus exhaled heavily and silenced. There are deep wrinkles at the root of the eyebrows, and the eyes seem to stare at the cup of water and are out of focus. There is also a strong tightening of the handwriting to. Amalia tilted her little neck and watched Klaus like that. Patchouli Patchouli and a fire are making noises in the fireplace.

And a servant came and told the visitors. Klaus rises up wearing the weight and Amalia follows it. Guests haven't gotten off the carriage yet. The Marquis princess and her daughter wait for it in the entrance hall...... Amalia understands what that means.

It was the two men who disappeared so much and appeared.

One is a slightly pale boy, even picturesque as long brunettes get sarcastic on neutral, endless faces. Its eyes are beautiful blue-purple, as if it emits a strange phosphor in itself. Sometimes if the other person doesn't accompany me, I'll be stuck on the steps, and it's interesting to be a nobleman of a wicked fantasy world.

The person who supported the boy in a worthy way also had an equal in the sense of having an atmosphere that was not always there. Light black skin on silver hair, and red eyes… a minority woman living in the northern poles. And she's a tough beauty. More physique than a boy. Back length. Because you're winning, you also looked like a loving guardian and smiled at Amalia. The woman looks genuinely happy to take care of the boy. I could see that in a few moments.

"This time you are invited to the joy of the ultimate. His Excellency the Marquis Klaus Uliharsilla"

The boy showed beauty and courtesy. Amalia wondered if he was the famous Marco, and in an attempt to repay him, she realized that her father Klaus, who should do it first, was upright immovable. If you look at it, there's a man staring at a woman in amazement, and you can't see any promises of gratitude there. He was full of tears.

"Jikil... of" Demon Eye ”...!

A called woman raised her face with a chill, but she took her gaze off in boredom instead of responding to anything. It was a bare gesture like nothing else I had ever seen as an attitude towards the leading aristocrats of the kingdom. But that doesn't come from ignorance. Amalia had a definite sense of reason in the eyes of a woman called Jikil.

"Being with you means, after all, he's... a human being named him..."

Klaus is squeezing out words in his constant breathing. The boy is watching that with a troubled grin somewhere, and the woman is as indifferent when it comes to it. Amalia was more than confused by the likeness of the Trinity. The odd glued condition involves an atmosphere that rejects the intervention of the rest of us.

"Marco... Marco? Is that what this is about...?

The person Klaus asked in a plundered voice is a woman, not a boy. No reply. Amalia felt as if there was nothing on her expression either and just slightly annoying signs were beginning to appear.

"I never even heard of that...... no, is that a possible story? Um, could it be enough... so Daniel wrote a letter like that... or something like that?"

Amalia thought she wanted to hear what it was about, but most importantly, she was concerned about the boy who didn't get a payback from earlier. It would be about him that he is not feeling well. He was smiling in a beautiful position, but there was a danger that he would fall in the next moment as well.

"Um... Father, it's gonna be cold in here... right?

Amalia touches Klaus' shoulder, even though she thinks it's unsolicited. Tremors that are also transmitted over the palm of my hand have had some strong pressures on Amalia to be nervous, but it shouldn't be a visit to stand talkin 'on her winter doorstep. So she told herself, and Amalia also spoke to the boy and the woman with a full smile.

"Welcome. Please come this way. It's my room, but I have a special seat that I kept warm to welcome you both. Come on, your father too... right?

"Mm... umm, mmm"

I didn't know this was going too far, but Amalia tried to push Klaus halfway through the room. There is no question that there was something unhidden, but there was no sneaking laughter heard from behind. Judging from the absence of disturbance in the footsteps, he had no problem with the speed of leading the boy... even without looking back, Amalia thought about things and cared about them all.

The fireplace fire gently emits heat, carving sounds and gently shaking the light and shadows of the room. When she entered the room she loved, there was a gift, and Amalia made sure she liked the boy.

"Very nice...... that's a peaceful room to feel at. I liked it at a glance."

To the house of the great aristocrats...... not to mention Amalia, born in the house of the military, so anxiety and loneliness as the fate of those who wait are those where they are more prepared than they are at a young age. We must accept it as the raw man of our lives and endure it well. But that doesn't just mean holding your knees and trembling. I was taught more than my mother, and I know it.

This room is the answer.

Her mother created this room for those who live in the unusual, where glory and ruin perish violently, for a moment when that fierce raw rests. I don't wish I had a place. It's not like I wish I had something. The time my mother spent here, the glow and shade of her life that she has engraved, has created a coziness that she has not even been told in this room. It shapes a special space. Amalia has inherited it.

This is the room where my father Klaus, my brother Lucas, wished his fiancée Daniel would take a break. If that's where you're going to let one boy who is now considered a hero relax, Amalia would be very proud of it. Because it means that what she believes has affected those who are at the heart of the times.

Sooner or later something unusual was between the three of them, and it was probably something to do with the tumult of war, something that I would not be allowed to have an opinion on... Amalia could not help but hope for while she guessed so. I'm sure I can make tea with a smile. No matter how ruthless and constantly the world is, a moment of warmth in the cold of winter creates compassion for each other.

So on this day, Amalia will reprimand her father Klaus for the first time in her life.

Pinching a tea table beside the fire, Klaus took a seat with the boy and Amalia in a face to face manner with the woman. The servant is leaving the room when he prepares the tea, and the scent of standing up with the hot air over the cup connects the four of them silently and intangibly. Everyone is silent. My husband, Klaus, and my client, the boy, are gazing at each other and never removing them. Amalia and the woman are both in a watchful position.

It was Klaus who opened his mouth the first time. He had a bitter voice.

"Mr. Marco... No, should I call you General Marco? As for your father... you resent me."

"... what does that mean? Was there anything in Kiko Village?

"Kiko Village? Oh, you mean your village of birth. It was unfortunate that the war did not cross the East Dragon River. You protected both the kingdom and your homeland... is that it?

"What?"

"Mm?"

Something wasn't meshing. Two of them, who could say grandfather and grandson, both looked strange and leaned their necks in the same way. The gaze does not detach from each other, but is all in all surprising.

"You... you're here to plead guilty to me, aren't you? Or do you want me to confess myself?

"... there seems to be some misunderstanding. I didn't come to hear your confession."

"What is a misunderstanding? I am the enemy of your father. [M] That's an unmistakable place. Don't hesitate because you have a daughter. This is also the daughter of the Marquis. Not the sinful and unrelated of parents."

"Wait. My father, Herman, is still alive. Why is there such a word as vengeance?"

The two crossed words as they gradually increased their voices, where they tilted their necks again. Both have moods that I can't say anything else than surprise in my eyes. And the feeling has also been contagious to Amalia and women. The boy has turned his eyes to ask Amalia as well, but she couldn't tell one thing. I just wondered what it was like to have my own father at the heart of the mess, and I couldn't resist it. I guess I'm not even asked to mention my state of health.

Without knowing that he had become worried by his daughter in Russia, Klaus leaned forward a long time when it came to women. And its content was shocking.

"Jikil, what do you mean? Isn't that the kid you made between you and that guy?

The air froze.

"You were the one who planted the day before and raised the baby, weren't you? I was therefore convinced that it was a gift and therefore that tongue... no?

Amalia doesn't even know who "the man" and they are. But I even guessed that the person was "someone" in common with the three of them, and that he was now dead, and that Klaus was involved in the death. It was also deduced from Klaus that he was a brilliant person and that he was in an intimate relationship with a woman.

Above all, however, it had been conveyed that women were furious.

Amalia can assure you. The woman in front of me has no childbirth experience. It is not a judgment based on looking at the age of appearance, because it is a minority known for looking in the twenties, even in the forties and fifties. The emotions where women passed each other denied Klaus' words altogether.

The woman offers love to the boy, with the thoughts of the whole body and spirit. It may have looked like a guardian, but it comes from a physical difference, and if you look at the eyes, there's a colorful "woman" there. It's not like that of my "mother". It was obvious.

The woman shook her fist with a crocodile in anger, but the fist bone was gently accompanied by the boy's hand. The boy is weak while holding his own face with his other hand. When it comes to Klaus, he leans his neck after looking at them alternately. This is the third time I have sat here. It is, however, something that backstrokes a woman's emotions.

So Amalia did it for the first time in her life.

Put your hands on both of my father's cheeks and make him turn his face toward Gui and himself. Gaze at each other and bite your lower lip with your upper eye. That's the make face my brother used to show me when he played pranks, etc. It was conceived as a way to be young, and it was done to my father in front of the guests.

"Father. Apologize. I'm being rude."

Suddenly, Klaus looked blind and speechless. Amalia and I were told to say more than that. It is the appearance of an embarrassing father and son. But by daring to expose it, I wanted to reward my father's insensitively trampled maiden heart.

I heard the bell.

That's the boy's laugh. I couldn't feel the malice or anything like ridiculous, I was clear and comfortable with my ears. Amalia lowered her hand and sat back down feeling like the power she had put into her body and mind had been unlocked. Klaus seems to be the same again. If you look at it, it is also a woman.

Gather your gaze and the boy laughs. The jewel-like blue-purple eyes sparkle in the narrowed eyes. He did it again for the third time, in a very generous way, whether the fire in the fireplace had enlivened its weakness. Leaning his neck into a prank, his glossy black hair flowed.

"You look happy and above all, Marshal. That it was worth the flame."

It was a strange word.

Amalia thought of a poem singing his work. I associate an impressive lyric with the one who breathes the flames. Then I thought of my father the other day. The way he was going back and forth in front of the fireplace and pointing both sides of the left and right at a strong fire, or maybe I can say that one is also in the fire. That's what I thought.

Klaus was standing up.

I wasn't trembling, but I was relieved. Amalia saw her brother layered on that figure before worrying. The way my brother, who returned from the first line, often showed himself in between everyday times...... that was very similar to what my father looked like today. The way those who don't know to delude themselves, like they're twilight on the way, and then they're stepping on both feet without buttcakes. He may be clumsy, but he can't help but have a hunch that he'll walk out ambitiously any day.

"You...? Is that you? Get this me in front of you...... with Zikil next door......!

Amalia does nothing, even if she feels Klaus' desperation. Just watch. She knows. Both her father and brother are people who overcome difficulties in their own power without relying on anyone. That appearance, which is now trying and trying to move on to exactly something big, was powerful and reliable for Amalia.

Desperately let him who is at the head of the kingdom nobility, Marquis Klaus Uliharsilla... the boy is smiling. I can't feel false about the way you relax in this room. Amalia saw. Both hands of the boy slowly returned, making sure to show off something, and the two palms were shown to Klaus.

"The strange thing is, it's something."

Let the tea gaze in the beauty... accompanied by such words.