Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Please don't call me by that name. I'm Marco."

That was a rejection. Even though the voice is normal, behind his eyes are blue purple eyes glowing strongly, releasing resolute pressure. It makes you feel swordswallowed like the black of your hair is shaking and crumbling. Klaus couldn't pronounce the words that went on. Even though the desire to ask Jikilrosa arose, I even learned to fear doing it. I felt I was being stepped in even in impeccable time.

"Don't get me wrong. The man called by that name is dead. It was tied up, burned, and ended up black at the end of severe pain and breathlessness. If you ask me, they dump me in the drain and I don't have any bodies left? It was done in the name of God, so there can be no miracle of resurrection… the day you can forgive yourself will not come"

I felt a blade piercing my chest. It's intangible and cold. That, if it really had formed the shape of a sword, would have torn the flesh out of the outside but from the inside and protruded. Klaus realized he was sitting at some point. One boy is smiling with a huge presence in front of him.

There was something soft that gently touched my hand. That's Amalia's thin, weak hand. The twitchy fever is encouraging Klaus' old, tense skin and bone meat. But the cold that comes from the chest uproots everything.

Cocksucker. Cocksucker. Tips.

Is that sound of ear beating monotony a heartbeat...... or a shoe? Klaus hears that chilling sound. Time swirls backwards. Time before the "Holy Flame Festival”. To the time when the man was in the king's capital and had not yet received a rope. To the night Klaus heralded death and that man accepted it.

Moonlight stretched the shadow against the wall, and the man was standing.

The hallway beside the garden, where the two of us opposed each other without going through the others, was dominated by silence. There were few lights. The colours of the world were white and faded. Klaus felt himself like a dry, cracked plaster statue. I guess that's why I didn't get the color of my emotions on the words.

"The kingdom is filled with the fanaticism that everything wants to fight, from above nobility to below the people. As it is, the Royal Army will avalanche into imperial territory with hatred, destroying and plundering all things. No order, no food, no plans, no boundaries, no shame... you're the one at the head of such a bandited army, Salomon"

What did they say, the man just looked up at the moon. Those who crown the continent when it comes to mass production of death on the battlefield... is something that makes them smoke in the eye sad or pitiful... or desperate? It was clear somewhere, and Klaus couldn't tell if it was any of them. It's what kept throwing words in the tranquility.

"The fact that you didn't let the army cross the plains of the crime is an English break, but it's impossible to keep it. There are multiple rhetoric going up, and among other things, what the Church has been opinionating through the First Princess is painful. They say you are a demon who thought of the princess and fell in bravery. You, I know, are a human being, saving the recklessness of a brave man more than once, and I think he hated the princess for incompetence... but oil and firewood are already available. If you don't take the lead in attacking Imperial Territory, you're only standing in jail."

It was a vain prophecy. It was a stupid blackmail. Klaus was desperate.

The Army Marshal is reckless against the heroes who saved the Kingdom of Asaria from the peril. You hold the army's reins to avoid the tragedy of the King's National Mob, etc., and press for two choices: running on it or being tragically killed against a soldier who was desperate for it like a rampaging horse. You know there's no honor ahead of you in choosing either, there's just ruin, and you still stick it out there telling you to choose. What hope would there have been?

"If I leave the army, the country will perish."

The man did not take that gaze away from the moon-floating starry sky. Klaus thinks. He said it might have been the instinct of those who were prepared for what was hard to avoid death. I wanted to eliminate the elephant on the surface and just fill my sight with something beautiful… out of a desire to fill my limited time with something wonderful, I thought I would have done so.

"Go on eating everything like a worm storm, dyeing the earth and the great river to the vermin, and later all that remains is ruin. Operate the mob that way. There is no other way to survive than that. And I will be independent upstream of the West Dragon River. I have no other means of feeding my men than to do so. But still, I can't live long. You can't be more than one party of thieves. I won't do it."

He was not a man lacking courtesy for Klaus' title. So that's a monologue spinning towards the moon. A hero speaking to heaven in isolation in the world of man seemed to have already given up much, even in his wisdom. So the disgrace spoken doesn't sound like that to Klaus' ears. Sarah and dry words have flown through it.

"Within less than three years, both the authority of the kingdom and the authority of the empire will be lost together. The continent will be disrupted by a thousand cuts. Crowds line the wilderness of decadence, real warfare is fought, culture declines and only the authority of the Church penetrates more seriously. That's the kind of future I see. That's the only future I see."

The future diagram the man talks about was a similarity of what Klaus had in mind. It is the division of the kingdom, the lag in reconstruction, and the loss of royalty that awaits the maddening Royal Army as it crosses the plains of the disaster… Klaus had expressed his consent to the heroic monologue by creating a roar behind his throat.

"So I must die"

It was a cruel word. I look ahead to many things, but I see the need for my own death. One soldier who fought the empire for the kingdom was speaking at that time of a decision to cut off his own future for the survival of both nations... he was being made to speak. By no other Klaus, deceive the intentions expressed in darkness.

"We must die a great deal and be the separation of times. We have to convert people's consciousness into a post-war, let spear-held hands hold a shovel, and let them use their power to fix it more than to take it away. We must make reconstruction fight more than war… To bring peace, I need to die as a righteousness of war"

Amazing irrationality was there.

Klaus knows. The man was just a man forced to fight in confusion. It was a clear disdain to be forced to re-war a battlefield unrelated to honor or war merit, even if it was due to ability that rose among the miscellaneous soldiers. He and the soldiers he led were the cheapest consumables for the army, the puller of brave men and nobles, and very different from the gravel that filled the wooden shields and muddy soil that prevented the arrows.

Because he is such a man, he will not be treated as a hero, even though he has an extraordinary war merit. He was dressed in incredible stigma, prepared for a tragic death, as he imagined, and was scheduled to be dishonored long after his death. It is as if the opposite were about to pass as justice that the prize imperative should be at the root of the law... Klaus also took on that one stick. I had to take charge.

"If you're going to buy numerous lives with one life, there's nothing more sensible. Military and politics are both efficient if stuck together. The decoration of emotion comes in time enough, even when it comes later. Whether you are a soldier or a politician, you should not pass that judgment in times of crisis"

Was that word of a man directed against himself? Or was it a word directed at Klaus? Without being able to confirm it, the man stopped talking to Klaus alone. I decided to enjoy the liquor at the City Inn for a while, so please feel free to do so later.

That means wanting an arrest, not an appearance. The intention is to play miserable from the beginning. Willing to use his life thoroughly. Take all that heart, and you'll live. That's what you've been poked at.

And the leaving footsteps are still echoing in the ears of Tickle and Klaus.

The sound of a hero walking away to an irrational death is cold, dry and terribly painful. What Klaus's beat lived after the war was, or perhaps it was itself. Tips and constant sounds that do not allow any ordeal to be felt as a ordeal. It is also unacceptable to regret it. It's the sound of forcing you to do the best you can with your life for as long as your heartbeat lasts.

Bread, and a wake-up noise sounded.

The sight of intoxication, both dreamy and present, is clear, and if you have seen before, the boy is in the palm. Apparently I hit one round of applause. Klaus felt in the corner of his head that it was disrespectful behavior. But I was fascinated beyond that logic. The boy was laughing.

"I forgive you. No one else, this me... born after the war, this me who lived after the war, in the name of which you called me, forgive you now. The rebuilding of the kingdom could not have been possible without your dedication. That battle, which has lasted more than a decade, is no less inferior than a moment of burning. Be proud."

It was a roughly disgusting thing to say. But that word somehow crosses Klaus' mind. Whatever you do, everything faded and froze before the sin of extreme cold, and Klaus never worked himself where any hardship lay. He has lived like a sinner, serving his labor in his heart. Against that old Klaus, the boy, who is like a hero of the past and the latest, speaks of forgiveness and encouragement.

"War, whether it's everyday or unusual, is war. You drove a man to the crematorium, but you fought the battle entrusted to you for more than a decade without rest, and you were never defeated. It might not have been a complete victory. But I didn't throw it out. I didn't escape. That's what Klaus Ulyhalsilla is all about. You are the general of the Protectorate."

Klaus' vision blurred hot. That was due to tears that had been unrelated for a long time, but at that time he wasn't the noise where he became aware of it. I forgot to breathe and saw it.

There was Salomon.

Blue light shines as brilliant in seeping vision, and purple flames are burning. At the heart of this swirling swirl of phantom light and phantom heat is definitely Salomon. A man who never finally saw Klaus that moon night is watching Klaus now. Salomon, not a demon or hero, as one young, old friend, stares at Klaus with a glaring grin on his face.

Tears accumulated and overflowed, passing down Klaus' wrinkled cheeks. The vision illusion disappeared with it. In front of Klaus is a boy smiling in a lenient manner. Klaus' hand is wrapped in a grip by both Amalia's hands.

"Marco... the name Marco, you are"

"Yes, My Lord Marquis"

"What was your... fourteen years of Marco in Kiko Village..."

"I have a far reaching ambition in my chest, and I have lived. I saw the success of life in my eyes, heard the world's business in my ears, and smelled the smoke of war in my nose. Preparing a battle in my mouth, I swung a sword at my hips and flicked a sharp spear in my hand. My legs clapped on my heels, and I watched the battlefield from the horse, and I ran through it."

The boy overlaps words like he sings. In doing so, the grin disappears, the eyelids are slightly closed, and if opened, the eyes are vivid. It comes with pressure, but it doesn't scare Klaus again. Because the light also dwelt in the eyes of the old former National Army Marshal. It was not an easy barometric pressure now.

"But not yet. My battle will not end where both countries are exhausted together. It's rather difficult from here... that's why I came to see you. My Lord Marquis."

It was an awesome statement, but Klaus didn't wonder himself hearing it very naturally. At the same time he's talking to a fourteen-year-old boy, he's also talking to an old friend. That's what I believed.

There is no such thing as the dead coming back to life... the boy denied it, and he doesn't seem to be an orphan, but there is still a sensible magical wonder. A heart that had long been pierced by an ice sword had felt Klaus' soul present here a man who was supposed to have died in the flames. My chest was hot so I could burn it. People say they're proud of that vitality they gave up. Klaus was no longer going to lose it.

"If you're going to fight in that man's name, I have a duty to follow it. You owe me a hero's life... and I'll do whatever I have to."

"Well, give me your family name first. It's a family name for the army. You know that, don't you?

It was such a rhetoric as to remind an accomplice of a prank he used to do. Klaus was hilarious. It seems that life, which is supposed to die slowly and withstand suffering, is transforming into something much more enjoyable as it is lit by the flames of the fireplace.

My heart danced. But there was no mistake that the difficulties would increase. Because there is no way in Salomon's name that small things will be exchanged. Things move big and hard... Klaus answers and asks while he has a hunch about it.

"Mm-hmm. That's all you got. Let's make it happen. But there are times when such a birth is desperate. What kind of future do you see ahead?

If you ask, there's a serious look at the boy there. Klaus was serious again. Whoever bears great responsibility does not combine into anything light-hearted. But on the other hand, we must be involved in the huge business. It is the responsibility to identify and make decisions.

And what was told was exactly what it was like to try Klaus' readiness.

"First the kingdom breaks. I will be deeply involved in one force and then face the Church."

That was a hell of a statement.

Besides, it doesn't mean Klaus didn't anticipate it at all. The contents of what the boy said on the occasion of the showdown with the Empire… In view of its contents discussed by flying the colour flag of fire and letting it spit flames, it is known that the boy has something to think about the Church. But I didn't even think that the means was civil unrest.

"You tell me to acknowledge the civil unrest in this kingdom"

"It's not like I'm causing civil unrest. Civil unrest starts from scratch, Marquis. Now that the battle is over, it's better to think that the king will be stable in the name of the First Princess."

It wasn't a noise where my ears hurt. And I'm reminded of a letter handed to me by Daniel before the showdown. Klaus read Salomon's will there and moved to transfer the full power of the battle to the boy. Fulfilling, the boy in front of him is another salomon to Klaus. Klaus asks. You can't just ask.

"You... shall I resent Master Eleonora?

That was Klaus' statement to try the boy. Let's do a big business. Even if there are circumstances that have to be stopped, its success is at stake if it is one who lives driven by resentment and vengeance. It would still be nice if it were military, but if it were to confront the church, it would not be so simple. Above all, I could not allow people to lead their hearts with negative emotions. Then it is the two dances of the celebration of the Sacred Flame.

The response was simple and conclusive.

"You can't expect anything from incompetence... there's no resentment"

The boy's gaze looked far ahead, and it didn't seem cloudy. And say.

"Royal distrust in the north is beyond its limits and can no longer be helped by ordinary means. You have to manipulate the flow...... it's the cure before the big water, this is. And pioneer. The Church won't allow it, so in a few years, we'll be in contention."

I laugh after I try to make it seem easy.

"Beat it, halfway down the road. My ambitions lie ahead."

Klaus was more than out of line.