Fly the Flag of Fire!

And when he saw the building, the old man laughed with his nose, and made him say no.

"This is a fort to attack. Scary, scary."

Put your hand on a hat with a seven-colored bird tail feather, look over there and say, "Ooh, that's nasty," and turn your gaze over there and say, "Wow, that's nasty." It is an innocent grin that floats on its wrinkled face, but it is difficult to look directly at anything because it moves its fingers excitedly or shows its tongue to lick its saliva, and the magnificent man standing beside the old man turned his face toward the one who was not there.

The man, dressed in a thick dark green coat, is named Johannes Ronkainen. He is one of the Six Uncles of the Four Horses of the Kingdom of Asuria, who keeps the Marquis on the eastern side of the king's capital. He was receiving the landscape he could see as he moved his jaw to make sure his back teeth engaged.

White in the winter sky and long with flags. There is the garrison of the Third Princess SS for now. Though the land with more than three thousand people living in a tree and rocky environment is widely cut open, and the tastelessness characteristic of military facilities is what Johannes preferred, like a well-zoned city. Miscellaneous taste and depth, but there seemed to be a refreshing ventilation in designing life with one rational intent.

"Oh, what are you laughing fun about? Were you even a pretty girl?

"... this is an army garrison."

"Yeah, you're right. That's the tip of the sword I poked at you. If that hero comes along, I won't forgive you for giving him a pretty face. Scary, scary."

The old man's grin remains the same. He is the Maryaranta Marquis, nicknamed the weird old man of the north to the kingdom, who put his hat back on by spinning a circle at his fingertips. Although this is an ancient fort bordered by the King and given by royal authority as a garrison for the Third Princess SS, it is fundamentally within the Marquis territory under his rule.

"Is that it, this place?"

"This, this fort, it's still under construction, but it's not normal. It's like I'm not willing to restore my old stuff. Though there are many tricks...... you see, connecting the small forts that way. The scale of the battle we're supposed to fight is small, and it's estimated at 10,000."

"Surrounding the fort with 10,000, etc. on this land surface, which makes it difficult to move large armies..."

"Yes, you can't. Connecting to Chitoga Town makes it a comprehensive military force, including water transportation, and the northern part of the opposite shore supports it, so this is already a difficult attack base. I mean, I can't conspire with the South to attack Uliharsilla territory."

That's why I didn't want him to do street maintenance, he's happily talking about it, etc. Johannes swallowed his saliva at the sword swallowing of its contents.

Although strife within the kingdom over the next generation of thrones has not yet been accompanied by armed clashes on a new year, it is expected that sooner or later the moment will be difficult to avoid. The silence that solemnly celebrates the New Year's celebration seems to have turned down the heat in the back of the throats of the powerful. It's only an abomination for Johannes.

"I... only protect the King's Tomb and the King's Capital. If anyone had come with an army, they would have fought it."

"Hehe, you're a boulder. And those who named the Marquis Ronkainen were prepared before them, and there are no examples."

The Maryaranta sign walked out laughing at Karakara. Johannes followed but could only walk by making sure to look at the heels of the old man walking wide. Because I didn't know what to look like.

Members of the SS were paying attention to the two of them with a strange face. That number is only about twenty, but Johannes thinks it was put on for surveillance rather than for escorts. Johannes doesn't seem willing to hide his identity in the words and deeds of the Maryaranta sign anyway.

Proceed to the center of the garrison, exposed to strange eyes. I don't feel like I'm in danger, but there was no place for me to stay. It was a tour of the fort with the permission of the head of the SS Corps, but Johannes thinks the provisional figure to deceive the members of the general corps was too suspicious in the first place.

The profession of disguise, which was spoken with joy by the strange old man, is that of playwright and his assistant. Maryaranta actually writes theatrical scripts, so it's not a lie, but Johannes wasn't as good as the arts literature, and he wasn't good at playing more than anything else. If you don't peruse even a few volumes of a volume discussing the profession of assistant, you don't even know how to behave standing like that.

"Look, that's not a spare or generic building anymore, is it? I didn't originally think of the size of 3,000 people based on the number of barracks. There are fields, there are pastures, and it's almost his territory already, isn't it? Hey, you've been invaded!

Don't even know Johannes' mind, the old man is shouting softly. Perhaps this weird old man, as a convenience to move lightly, said, "Why don't you try your liver with patience?" and maybe he just invited me... Johannes endured what he would eat his lips and put up with. I've been forced to go out with abdominal pain these days.

Returning to the SS headquarters facility, there was now a man on the continent who was waiting for the two of them. Dragon General Marco Hahato. The weak crown fourteen...... he is the best hero in the world that he will finally be fifteen this year. Dark hair also looks like the son of a good house as lustrous, but something hidden behind a smile is horrible for Johannes. Somehow you can stir up anxiety.

"Hey, you don't have to bother welcoming me. I guess it's not in the book yet, huh? Why don't we sit down and sip in white water? Oh, no, no, I don't think I'll let the benefactor of my life take the trouble. Fine. We're just playwrights and their assistants now. Well, let's sit down, hero."

With cheerful winding and standing, Maryaranta Marquis was seated earlier than anyone else. And when I say what I'm doing with a mixed nose, I'm waiting for the white water to pour. I'm telling Johannes to get it ready. The sigh leaked. If you look at it, he is also a bitter laugh.

"... will you let me do it with you, General Hahato? There are things I don't know."

Courtesy is only facilitated when it is exchanged according to the shape. Johannes thought so, so such minor anomalies also felt burdensome. But if he sat down and prepared water for the Marquis, he would feel a greater burden, and it must again be the same to go against the Marquis' proposal to sit and wait. Johannes intended to be Johannes. There are many occasions like this when you engage with Maryaranta Marquis.

Boil the water with the person who is the hero of the Redemption as he hears the nose of the person who gets harder to handle the older he gets. Johannes' routine is now incredibly distorted to make water noises.

"Are you satisfied?

About white water, or about forts and garrisons? That's what he said while smiling. Johannes did not answer and looked at Maryaranta Marquis. She drinks it deliciously and is satisfied with the hot air on her face. That makes you look like a good old man.

"No, not at all. It's like I don't know what you want to do."

Open your mouth and I won't say anything peaceful first. Disturb any place.

"You were a hero until you defeated the empire by putting together the Northern soldiers, and you have engraved that name into the history of the kingdom. Even the Emperor of the Empire isn't alive anymore, is he? Though there is no way I can announce that he died of tearing to you, and that will be buried in the darkness of history."

Says Salari what he can't hear. Johannes breathed unexpectedly, and his hips floated. Sentinel activities are still being carried out across the old and new years in the plains. With the continued examples of Imperial Army troops sighting yet, the Emperor was expected to be on the front lines and restructuring the army, and Johannes thought that would be the right thing to do.

"It is also true that the benefactor of life. The southern lords don't know much because they were too quick to be pushed in or driven back, but the kingdom would have come to an end if the Imperial Great Fleet had reached the King's Capital. Not long before the brave show up. Miracles and things never exceeded the Church's expectations, and that invasion speed, which also used water transportation, would have exceeded the Church's expectations."

Nico and I overlap words as if to criticize my favorite theatre. But the content is sharp. Johannes was better than listening. That's what the weird old man in the north called it, so he was showing off.

"Fire gauge on the water, you set it up, didn't you? Until the ceremony, I thought the SS captain was a masterpiece, but no, no, it was my mistake. You did it. You did it."

Drink up with the gooey, put the cup down, give me back my wrist and point my finger. Johannes followed ahead of that indication and saw one demonization there. I have blue-purple eyes to emit demonic light in the shadow I make of my dark hair, and once I see it, I can't miss another glance. Johannes forgot to blink.

"As long as there was you and Her Royal Highness the Third Princess, those who were there and did not see the excitement, there was you at the end of the corps leader's gaze. It was only the pleasure of those who risked their fate to serve their lords with a hot, tranced look. It is something that holds spectacular in the eyes that is roughly the opposite of those who let it be done under their ministry. Spectacular enough to temporarily burn 60,000 generals. Which means you're the mastermind. [M] And you seem to know that, too, Marquis Uliharsilla. That flag like fire has been ready for you since the beginning of things... haha"

While listening, Johannes learned a cautious hook. The laughter of Maryaranta was unusual. Any time... that's when you should be able to sound even the spicy spitting that kills the other person's mind with an innocent color, it was messy. Johannes inferred the reason behind his brain, unable to move. And flash.

Aren't you frightened?

The kingdom known as the weird old man of the north. So many crooks have to laugh.

There was a tremor in my voice, concealed in many valves. I had anxiety that I couldn't wait to hear back. I was in a hurry to say it. Maybe it wasn't a prank that asked for white water. Maybe I needed it. The time available, the time to hold it in your hand and hide in the hot air.

"The whole thing, what is your purpose? If your birth is what you're looking for, it's more than enough. That would have been nice if you had honestly received His Royal Highness the First Princess's sword. There were many other ways to fight against the Church without breaking the country. As much as the status quo reinforces the influence of the Church in the south."

Johannes learns that the words of Maryaranta Marquis are true. People's faith is thicker in the south than in the beginning. It has also profoundly affected the territorial government, and church officials have naturally packed a lot into the territorial castle. Many of the institutions run by the Church for the people, such as orphanages and poverty-relief homes, benefit from them in both material terms. That being the case, the Church also seems to be making various moves about this North-South feud.

One thing that comes to my attention is the distribution of the legend of the Guardian Dragon, which is now spoken of in a colour that repulses northern disbelief. The dragon of the Great River, which protects the kingdom, did nothing for the shallow and weak north of prayer, although it did miracles for the faithful south. And the descent of the brave men in the former wars. The North is colored by roughness and you only think about taking away the wealth of the South...... that's the argument.

"Even if it moves with loyalty to Her Royal Highness the Third Princess. There must have been something you could have done if you had used the status you gained or if you hadn't caused radical things. You made that fire meter. You couldn't have figured it out. There is no way you can misuse a special military right called General Ryu."

Maryaranta Marquis' tongue never stops. Johannes looked like Johannes in the wind hating to stop him. The dreaded smile continues to be exposed to it, but a slight sway is also unacceptable to eyes with blue, clear, purple depths.

"You... don't even care if you're glorified as a hero. You... were watching the royal nobility with the eyes of a stage director... laughing like that, not getting lost like that, what are you going to do?

It appears that the arrow of words, which had been unleashed without a stop, was finally shot up to its last bottle. If you turn around, can you see the look on Maryaranta's face like you've never seen before... Johannes can't do that even though he thinks so. The gaze is cursed and strongly aspirated to blue-purple. I hear the old man's rough breath.

It's pioneering.

It's just a word. That shocked me in the chest. Johannes wondered why that was and got that answer wonderfully light on his own. Belief, blood, or soul? Either way, I realized that what was at the core of a human being named Johannes Ronkainen was being hit directly.

Every time I look at this young hero, I beat myself to the chest and trembled by the words spoken… it is the very tradition of the Kingdom of Asuria.

The Ronkainen family is the oldest nobleman in the kingdom, and the blood interacts with the royal family more than once, sometimes even to the point of having the right to inherit the throne. Its existential significance is the patronage of the kingdom. It lives only to resist all events that disturb the country and to keep the royal family and kingdom alive for a few years. If so, Johannes' father died. He has also grown old with that determination. Proud to be the head of the Ronkainen family, that is, a witness to the history of the kingdom.

That's what I'm talking about… even the heavy iron pole. That's what's upsetting me now. Johannes sensed it and lost his complexion. Even now, fear has come to pass.

"You can call it a forge. Being in the south is particularly ugly for me. Tighten cheeks, bathe in cold water, and drive away with fire, without distinction between young and old. Those who remain weak should die. Only those who are not strong will survive. That's only the difference between early or late. Sooner or later, the same thing."

It was painful. Johannes had to remember how to breathe. If Maryaranta Marquis' words are arrows, they are now unleashed and pierced. This is also vivid in the parable of spears. It's a broken castle hammer. Something in Johannes that couldn't even have wobbled with each blow is screaming.

"I use civil unrest. as a means of altering the popularity of the South."

When he heard a strange sound, Johannes understood that it was the groaning of Maryaranta Marquis. But there are two sounds to it. It was me. Johannes couldn't breathe or throw up without groaning.

"So I'm going to take the time. If you do it all at once, you will destroy it as weak as it is. As promised, Your Excellencies the Marquis will confine the battlefield by blocking the East Dragon River from both banks."

When you're done saying it, laugh at the nickel, and drink white water.

That looked so delicious that Johannes also moved his throat big. I was thirsty. I couldn't even drink white water yet. It wasn't even easy to sip down.