Fly the Flag of Fire!

Laying on the sleeping table he pulled over to the window, Daniel was spending a day alone. My hair shakes in the breeze and my collar tickles. Though the crisp white bedding bounced off the light and was slightly dazzling, it had a fresh impression and was preferable to Daniel, called its brightness and warmth transmitted over a good cloth.

View the snowflake pot. Placed on the edge of a window, it's a slight discord in a beautifully appointed room. The leaves are partly torn, some broken stems, and the flowers are disturbed. Because the servant accidentally let him fall. It was supposed to be lowered and abandoned. That's what Daniel wants, changing the bowl and making it a living offering on the floor. It's cheap for sentimental, childish for drunkenness... Daniel sees it many times a day, even though he thinks so.

It's powerful. Even without ever returning to its original form, it continues to turn its torn leaves to the day, stretching its remaining stems and blooming its missing flowers of petals. The reshaped raw is beautiful as separate from before. There is no scandal or dust there. It's just a triumph.

Finally, I reached out and took it from the table beside me. It's one of several scrolls in a row. Daniel woke up his torso to read it, which was already loosening and flattening. Even a shriveled body can do that. There are still things I can do, even if it no longer has to come true to put myself on the horse. Daniel's eyes look more at the parchment than at reading a few plain texts. The contents are physically and mentally stained long ago.

I heard a knock on the door. A highly-positioned, somewhat unknowledgeable beating. It was Leo Salmant, who was the Lord of this Mansion, who would come into the room immediately if Daniel had responded.

"Oh, don't you seem to be feeling much better"

"Yes. With Your Excellency's generosity, by the time the sun invites you to walk"

"Superimposed. But not impossible."

I was waved by eagle fry with my big hand. Daniel got off the sleeping table and moved to correct his prestige, but that seems to mean it's useless. Uncle Salmant sat down in a chair by the bedside. The behavior is shapebreaking and always intimate. I also have a straight preference for looking at Daniel.

"Spring is near. And the return of Sir. There's no rush."

"I just want to inconvenience Your Excellency..."

"What is annoying. If you'll excuse me, I want you to stay here for a long time. But be Lord Uliharsila, be General Hahat, and leave no one like Sir unto whom I speak. It's addressed to Sir."

The scroll, which I have given pleasantly, has a wax seal by the seal of the Uliharsilla family. Daniel showed gratitude, even half-body only, and opened it as soon as he had permission. For I perceived the motive that Uncle Salmant had given himself.

"... What did the Marquis say?

"No, this is not from His Excellency the Marquis. It's from your son, Lucas. Looks like you're waiting to see me again."

"Hmm, well. Sir was also his counselor."

Daniel was no better than a bitter laugh just to see what was expected. There is no way that the official communication from the Marquis Uliharsilla has reached Uncle Salmanto. Still the reason why he has shown interest in the scroll to Daniel...... that is nothing more than because he is looking for an early showdown.

It is Uncle Salmant who is showing the most belligerent attitude among those with military rights in the northern forces. Daniel thinks it's somewhat harsh that his personality causes that. The burden of being a front-line lord is avoiding the prolongation of civil unrest. Beyond the Plains of Wreck, the Everian Empire still exists and remains spooky silent. It is always Salmant territory and Peterius territory that stands on the arrow side of that invasion if anything happens.

"This is just my decision..."

He did the scroll from Lucas aside, and Daniel spun out the words.

"General Ryu... I think Marco is cut off from the insides of the Empire. Does it not believe that it has at least secured time for the civil unrest to be settled? No matter what, it looks like we have a plan for you in case."

Chirali and eyes on the scroll that was sent before. Uncle Salmant seems to have similarly gazed. It arrived from the Uliharsila climate.

"In the earlier showdown, the hundred horsemen within the" Fire "circled to an intermediate stronghold in the plains of the crash and engaged the defeated soldiers of the Royal Army for a thorough chase. The battle was remarkable for the Imperial Army."

"Mm-hmm. You're the ones who are here for an exercise with my army. I'm not afraid of General Hahat's foresight, but I've been convinced that he's commanding so many cavalry men."

"They pursued the Imperial Soldiers more harshly than any other army, but they returned from the plains earlier than any other. What that means is that we will no longer consider the Emperor where we have looked any further."

Uncle Salmant seems to understand what Daniel tells him out of the blue. My eyes are sharply ahead of me.

"Nonetheless, silence...... this seems to be because there are problems with imperial authority in the Empire. The Great Invasion operation, citing the total power of the country, is shaking the empire's national system by the damage that has become immense according to its scale. You would be right to reject leaving this alone. Clear, non-threatening situations loosen internal cohesion. After all, isn't it like the Empire is fighting another invisible civil unrest?

If he had solemnly overlapped the words, Uncle Salmant, who listens, would only have closed his eyes and put his arms around him at all times. The appearance is heavy and harsh. Daniel leaked a grin fortunately that he would not be seen. The prestige of those who keep the lives of more than 10,000 generals and guard their country behind their backs in front of their enemies...... that was very similar to the Marquis Uliharsila. I think maybe the resoluteness to peek as a difference, or maybe something called age.

"... how many years from now"

"In as little as twenty years. In the long run, the continent is changing."

"of the continent..."

"There's Marco. that the world repeats itself again, etc."

Uncle Salmant opened his eyes and Daniel projected his faith in those two eyes. If I didn't mean to throw up a big language, I didn't speak the future I wanted to believe. I just put into words what I think is only true from the bottom of my heart.

Quiet hours passed. A few times the wind intensified from the window, and every time Daniel felt like he was different. There was no resistance to what I would blow. It is as clear as if I were clear in colourlessness and clarity. Then it has nothing to do with emptiness. In the back of my chest, the flames that held me to the dead are still burning unchanged.

"Do you make a man like Sir smile like that? Who is General Hahat?"

I was told, Daniel found out that he was laughing. Uncle Salmant, who said it, is laughing again too.

"Let's believe it... No, I believed it. But there's something to roll around within repeated fire and mock warfare. It drifted away from thinking that we could overthrow the southern forces in one place. So much so that our army has been polished, tightened and enriched. Does that mean I'm still young, too?

Speaking to rap at all times will also be an expression of his apology. Daniel preferred the power of Uncle Salmant to the likes of others. Sincerity feels better than anything.

"The Salmant army must be brave and resolute if the bound are to be His Excellency."

"Uhm. If the lord who commanded Uliharsila's army in the earlier showdown recognized it, praise be to him."

And he said proudly, Uncle Salmant quit the room. Just as you're extremely busy, you're gonna have to put your foot on something. As for Daniel, I appreciate it as caring, while the routine of the Yuriharsila mansion in the king's capital somewhere must not be associated.

Young Lucas Ulihalsilla. Magnificent Leo Salmanto. Old and Klaus Yurihalsilla. The three nobles of different generations, all in common, love martial arts, are proud, in a period of unrest and vigorous. Daniel was happy to have ties to those people. The past, which had been danced to a false family name, can be felt far away.

Shall we go to bed for a little while... Someone came into the room once Daniel was calm about that. The man, who gets tough and glossy with signs of violence, turns his back on Daniel and peeks down the hallway to see what he was wary of. Eventually he shook his head, "Oh man," etc. in a convincing manner, so the golden ring of his muscular neck swayed. It is Kuster.

"Much suspicious, but... what's wrong?"

"Ya, that Count is going to stick around like this. He's definitely looking for me now."

"Is it an invitation from the clerk?

"That's what I'm kicking within last year. It's a steam bath invitation, a steam bath invitation. Is it a return of interest after a scattered beating in rehearsal? Long as you go in with the Count. If you try to get out first, you'll look like you won."

I sit in a chair whilst I say I can't beat the end of it. Taking the place of the fierce, the chair may also be a daunting thing. Daniel thought that.

"Oh, my God, you're in a good mood. So did you even get the love poem?

"It's from Lucas. The content is also half reprimanded. Don't recover with mental strength for your sister."

"Well, again, passionately."

Say it like it's easy. A man who has nothing to do with family things. But fighting as a light cavalry and leading it is too brilliant a samurai, and as admired by his men, there is a piercing lock that is also the head of the extended family. Daniel thinks it's a style that was cultivated in over a decade.

Kuster, now known as the neck rider of the fire, has a history of driving horses in the former war as generals of the Salomon army and then running inside horse thieves in the northern mountains. Marco ordered me to leave for Salmanto territory not only for joint military exercises. Daniel needed to hear about the achievement.

"Mm, things are going well. The flow of salt from the inside will multiply. There was originally a legend in the leadership here, but I knew it wouldn't be easier for the Countess to allow it. We could increase the number of people, and we could increase the number of pastures. The guys in there will be delighted."

Kuster has a full smile. If you ask me, it sounds like all people who live in horse thieves are spiritual people. He said that those who belonged to the Salomon army, wounded and sick soldiers and pioneering people everywhere in the world, etc., opened up an ambitious and narrow land. Marco once spent three years inside.

In the first place, with what odds did you try to create a divided inner realm into demons? Daniel hasn't been asked anything about the truth that led him to accomplish it. Or maybe there are many tragedies of failure. I couldn't ask. No one and no one has ever walked the path of happiness enough to tell the whole story in dawn. Even for Daniel, he doesn't talk much about the Hackinen family's darkness.

Still, we can fight together with great trust. Daniel was so sure, and he felt equally trusted. The reason is only obvious and we don't even have to check each other out.

"It's time to finish rehearsing with the army, and if I end up inside, it's all settled?

"Really... did you deliver that one?

"Hehe, that's still up to you. I don't want to leave that treasure to anyone else. I'll do it. Easy."

Kuster laughs in such a way that he can't enjoy it. From what I can see, it's like a thief's mischief, but in Daniel's eyes, a prank boy just seems to have a gift for his parents.

"It's the flag of war I've been waiting for... hehe... hehe"

The statement contained a sense of generosity. Daniel also has something exciting to do. A special flag that flickers the colour of the fire… i.e. the Flame of Fire. It's a flag for Marco arranged by Marquis Uliharsilla. It is a flag that has retreated from the great invasion of the Empire and has also succumbed to the rising dragon flag in the west.

And that's the flag promised to two hundred and six prisoners, including Kuster, that night of war.

Daniel remembered a sight that was years old in the back of his brain. A showdown between the Hackinen Guards and the Horse Thieves… It is a small battle that is now less than 2,000 when both armies are combined, having experienced a showdown of 80,000 generals. But it makes Daniel's chest hot. It also became Marco's first line. Everything was condensed into it. A hunch turns into certainty, certainty spawns an oath, and everything in Daniel's world of life transforms… a battle that has been an opportunity.

The horse thieves, nurtured by a fierce man named Kuster, further increased their power by becoming Marco's subordinate. The Cavalry of Fire is no longer the elite among the elite with nothing lined up on the continent. Daniel understands that neither Uncle Salmant's obsession nor his courage is complete. A mighty army has the potential to destroy all misfortunes. It is only fascinating for those who know military brightness and political difficulties. I also want to show my strength to one thought by placing a knot in front of me that is intricately intertwined and rigidly squeezed.

There's a lot of controversy about this civil unrest. The conflict over the next generation of thrones is the greatest but not the only one. The differences between the economic structures of the North and the South, the affirmatives and denials about the presence of the Church, the location of the crimes that allowed this invasion of the Imperial Army… without them all, the picture of the imaginary future in the North and the South is as if it were different.

But Daniel's heart has no anxiety or upset. I think Kuster and the rest of his fellow vows will be the same. I just do my best to be brave. It's been a long time since I've been lost or lazy.

Because I know Marco.

Born as a son of a peripheral village, he became a nobleman and gained the status and military rights of General Ryu before reaching the fifteen-year-old milestone. Its activity is not unknown to both countries of the continent, but makes it an outstanding hero of our time. The world knew him and couldn't even move on to the future without looking at his complexion.

Breaking it as an individual... I still think Daniel is aware of that fact. Marco has not yet made all of it known to the world. The mystical eye is unchanged and looks to far horizons, and its will, incalculable to anyone, does not even see the civil unrest in the kingdom as important. I just keep quietly burning times. I guess that's how we get there. We're constantly heating up for the future.

"What about my husband? You're not going back to Wang Du, are you?

Asked, Daniel was brought back to his heart now. Answer.

"Depending on the Peterius realm...... according to a report from Oiva the progress of the reconstruction seems to be excellent. Or it will remain in Salmant territory as it is. It's the same thing after that."

"It still looks quieter over there, though."

"You wouldn't know if you didn't go, would you? I hear the young Uncle Peterius is a thorough theorist. Even if the steam bath is avoided, there may be a military debate waiting to be pushed into the study."

"Whew! What punishment is that?"

Though a sincerely unpleasant Kuster, the joint military exercises led by the fire are to be conducted in the territory of Peterius. Marco will not let the capable play, nor will those recognized by Marco hate it. It is Daniel and the rest of Marco's men who are hotter and faster than anyone else.

"Why? What about your wife?

Kuster added that I don't care, but I could see the idea of not going home without asking. He was a man who had such a kind heart that he did not intend to take his wife with him, but lived in a way that made him a family, a woman's heart.

Daniel thinks of his happiness again. The past, which stubbornly kept breaking wild flowers, is far gone, and there is now a time when I can work fully with the brilliant men. I can't stand on the battlefield anymore, but Marco expects me to stay the same. Gives me a job. I can use my life to the fullest, as I once had a hunch.

"I'm going to invite you here when it gets warm. Whatever, if only Lord Yuriharshira would forgive me."

I said as I looked at the swinging window edge of the breezy snowflake. The reply, backed by its contents, had a voice full of labor and joy.

"Damn it, this is why nobles are so selfish. Even though it's not a wedding or anything yet, man! Well, but I'm not even jealous, am I? Why don't you take a look at the face of the marshal taking his daughter north? I can't help it, I'll give you a message! Oh, boy, no!

Two laughs rose in a pleasant breeze.

It was not until some time later that the man who heard it bravely revisited the room, also in footsteps, and one of the laughs turned into a scream.