Fly the Flag of Fire!

"... so that's already a great dinner treat. I was nervous about the awe-inspiring, horrible ones, but the deliciousness was like some kind of magic, and it was a happy time for my heart to jump if I could play my tongue. It's a weird way to put it, but when you open a store, it's sure to thrive."

Whether it's the original business pattern or personality, Lauri's narrative has something to do with attracting and entertaining people. Daniel laughed for the first time. The other one with the tea is laughing happily. I suppose even for him he would have expected from Lauri's souvenir story, and Daniel had another distinct grin.

The person... should I say old man because he is three years older than Klaus Yurihalsilla... but put together youthful clothes and it suits him very well, he calls his name Henriki. Hence, he hides his identity, but in the present situation, he is an important part of Daniel's work. And I like to chat.

"Was it so delicious? You're invited to Russia. Don't be jealous."

"Yeah, then I can also nod that Captain Yarucco was a little fat. Of course, it's an excellent all-you-can-eat noodle, and there are many different ways to eat it."

"Captain Yarucco... I'd like to see you too. Previous wars have been fought out, right? Warriors and pickles are very similar, and if they are soaked and matured well, they will enjoy the rich flavors."

"Tastes good... I think I might have had a stomach where I could eat."

Both Henriki and Lauri are busy gesturing. Daniel knows that if left alone, it will continue to thrive. Being able to work with that momentum.

"It's more like that. It would be even more dwarf with meat on it."

"Yes! I really am. I'm feeling a little thankful. It's kind of like we're mining together in the Heavenly Mountains... you know Papolo the dwarf and Perris Oldom the rock digger?

"That's a fable from the underground world. With pebbles, it becomes a mountain range… a preaching to the importance of authentic effort."

"Though I know too...... yeah? Should I think of the picture?

"That's right, I see. No, well, in this case, Papolo, I'm a mustache, too, right? It's a very painful story of mine labor."

The way I stood back was so pleasant that I laughed a little more than once, and Daniel coughed up. Reduce bitterness and breathe. Shallow, quiet, let some fresh air circle your chest. He stops putting it in with a far short on his chest, slowly exhaling without sound.

It's breathing that's now a necessity for Daniel. I can't move without doing this, and I can't barely run to fight where I did this. It is a body that even cares about ascending and descending stairs. What Daniel lost in the war wounds is enormous, and he will never regain his former health again.

But what about it? Daniel thought of Yarucco's grumpy face, then Rin Jikilrosa, and finally Marco the Mystery. Following old soldiers like Dwarves and deputies like Dark Elves, young heroes are moving this era forcefully. That's honorable everywhere. Daniel held his chest. When I got a spear on my chest in that dead place, I had something I was obsessed with and scratched. Magnificent illusion. That still keeps increasing fire inside Daniel. It gives me the courage to overcome any difficulties.

He told Rauli in a panic that he was okay with his eyes and tricks, breathing often, and Daniel paid off the tears in his eyes with his fingertips. Say it with a smile.

"I think of the mystery of prophecy in Lauri's words. We who do not receive the blessings of the Church, but were found blessed with good fantasies. When Marco's cause is told as history in a distant future, it may not be adorned with holy wording as we know it, but become something close to fables"

Yes, as if you were a white wolf... with certainty in your chest even if you didn't put it into words, Daniel looked at the window.

This talking room has a large window open to the south. The sun before noon is sparingly illuminating the world, so dazzling indoors if the sun is not sticking out, but the atmosphere that touches the skin has the characteristic coolness of the North. I'm rather happy with that. Daniel felt that there was also the brand new of the museum or that everything was shining in fresh shades.

Somehow, even the town is new.

This is also close to the Fort Front Line on the border between the territory of the Earls of Salmant and Peterius, a new town born by three years of Peterius territorial reconstruction. Intensified distribution routes from the northern tributaries towards the north are concentrated, which also show rapid development coupled with the effects of street maintenance throughout the north. The importance of being a logistics hub is superior to that of each territorial capital, so it will all reach the point of being called Oshimachi.

And it is Daniel who is entrusted with the operation of this town by Northwestern Miho and General Ryu. Much needs to be done, and the seriousness of the responsibilities is more than we have ever had before. The cooperation between Lauri and Henriki is essential. Rather, in practice, the active part of both names is large. There are a lot of signature stamps and greetings for the operations manager, but that's familiar to Daniel. It is the same place as it was during the Hackinen Guard.

"Good fantasy, that's odd. It is precisely by sharing fantasies that humanity lives on our continent."

Henriki laughs and says niggardly. The wax was hanging, and Daniel leaked a bitter smile early on. This old man gets that look when he's obsessed. He had studied an unparalleled field for a long time, and had a habit of talking about its contents without choosing the time and the case, if he got some kind of cut.

"Just as words are actually only symbols, so are the patterns between people that are really vain, but there people dream, so relationships arise, societies form, and cultures are fostered. Fantasy is the power of people. It's a force that affects everything. Even if no line is drawn on the continent about territory, people can imagine it as if it were a transparent wall and recognize it as something that is actually divided. No one knows beyond the sea, beyond the mountains, but only here can we recognize it as a sacred world. It's all a fantasy business. That's a force that affects perception. Excellent. Yeah, that's great!

Henriki is excited to ask herself this too, or slap her on the knee, etc. Daniel looked at Lauri. And Lauri turned again to Daniel. We both reached for the teacup.

"The fantasies that the majority almost believed in change the world. The mainstream fantasy of what is common to mankind… the great cause of the Church… it was created by man but will therefore reign strongly over man. Although both wings and chains depend on how they are used... new fantasies are now being created in the world. Which will be the protagonist of the era after all... No, it may mix... but for that..."

Listening to the old man's enthusiastic whine, Daniel glanced at the window again. I wonder where Marco would be. There is a great army of the north sitting in Bow Zhangwon in the southeast, but there is Ichihou Sanbo, not Marco. There are Paulina, Vilma and Yarucco on the territory of Hellevi, which is now the rearmost part of the country, but there is no way that Marco has time to step back. I hear you've been questioned by Maryaranta Marquis, but you can't be staying in the king's capital as it is. There is a Third Princess SS garrison in a nearby town, but only Accelli and Oiva, and Elvi, are there. There is no Marco there either. Nowhere.

The Cavalry of Fire is lurking without Yuriharsila territory, and Daniel and the others have not even been informed of its location. We don't even know if Marco, Kuster or Gikilosa are in one place. Or I wonder if Beltran would know. At the forefront of civil unrest there is a vain rush in darkness. Marco wants something more than victory.

Speaking of which, the Second Princess's statement has been issued.

Daniel got gnawed because the words came from Henrik. If the chaos after the Bow Zhang Hara Games is to be used as a thundercloud, a letter from which he was beaten to the northern faction by making it sound like a blast… i.e. a provocative surrender recommendation letter by Princess Ni Margarita. It was a topic to be put out at this threesome tea party. But he didn't think anyone else needed to take care of Henrik.

"According to the writ, there is also cloudiness in the precious blood of the kingdom. Such a world of confusion was and still is made into cloudy blood, the filthy Hiltura family of kingdom nobles, descended into the empire and became a descendant of heresy. If the upper and lower ranks of the succession to the throne are to be determined in a clean stream, the northerners' claimed orthodoxy will have no value whatsoever, nor will they have the authority of kingdom in their consultations on the assumption that they acknowledge it. Don't be afraid and throw yourself out on national soil. You are thieves who disturb the kingdom of Asuria... yeah, that's a great argument. Because I was also a heretic at some point. I'm sure she's been assisted by the church."

The old man speaks with no anger, no shame, a little surprise and strong curiosity. Daniel saw the amazing taste of a person named Henriki there. Lauri is also opening her eyes again.

If his name is accompanied by the name of the house where he hides it from the public...... Henriki Hiltura.

He was the former Earl of Hiltura, and now he is the grandfather of the third princess Paulina, who made the late King Wilhelm daughter-in-law. He lost his status, his honor and everything, and lived hidden in a cold village along the purple cloud sea with the covert assistance of Klaus Yuriharsila. He said hiding him was a royal fate.

"There are other things, little margaretas do like heroes to claim justice in the south. There's a line of words I've heard somewhere, and they're very well assembled, but that's why they're making crops. I don't suppose that kid thinks much about southern legitimacy, even if he's convinced of his justice? Maybe he's not interested in the end of the civil unrest. That's strange. Even though this is a belligerent argument. I wonder why... Hmm... hmm..."

I kept talking to no one, humming and nodding, and now I'm in for a long thought. The streak of untraceable words was shocking no matter how many times he experienced it, and Daniel took as deep a breath as he could. Something's going to happen. I wonder if this is what odd talent is.

"... is Her Royal Highness Princess Paulina like her grandfather?

"You sure have stunts on food for three generations. Her Royal Highness practises noodles, Master Hannamari cooks sweets, and Lord Henriki preserves food… I wonder why, it seems to come together and doesn't come together."

"Oh, did you have a small plate roast?

"My wife brought it back the other day. It was a delicious and savory delicacy."

Hannamari, where she is the mother of Paulina and daughter of Henriki, came to this new town this year, although it was only during the period of her service to the king's mourning that she remained in the king's capital. He lived in Henrik's old father's house for years. Daniel doesn't know much about it because he doesn't participate in the administration, but he prefers the tea party, and Amalia is walking by saying that there was interaction even in Wang Du.

"Hey, I'm kind of dying to eat again. Grilled small plates. I think I'll buy them in the street and go home."

"You just have to wait a little longer. I am still visiting the hall as if I had been replaced by Lord Henriki. He said he was going to get something with different materials today, so he'll probably bring it back again."

"Oh, by reason... actually, I've been wondering just now"

When Lauri said so, she began to waver uncontrollably at Russia.

"Can I help my wife?"

"I mean errands... I thought you were in the Hackinen family anyway."

"What is that... how can you let yourself twist like that? If..."

"Different. It's not the same. Oh, no more, don't worry about it! It's originally this intolerable nature, me."

Even Henriki seems to have returned from his journey of thought to the state of Lauri, who is finally becoming suspicious of behavior. And by following his gaze, Daniel noticed it again. It is Lauri's bag. It was on my knees somehow during this tea party. Rauli repeatedly moves softly and strangely, but only his hands stroke his bag firmly and never move elsewhere.

"Yeah? Is that a scroll? From Lord Marco?

"Wow!? Lord Henriki, when were you back in sanity!

"Though it doesn't seem to be sealed, the winding string is strangely luxurious. The parchment seems to be of good quality. It's supposed to be fitted, right?

"How do you know that just by looking at it? Besides, it's not up to me to wear it or not."

If you look at the two people who started hanging out again, you can laugh. Daniel asked me to show him the scroll after a while. If it is from Marco, it is true that I would like to read it without even putting it on the edge. Lauri seemed to have had an extra urge to look fast in Lauri.

"I can't help it...... I really wanted to show you where the" three of us "are."

If I had received that scroll offered with a full smile and tried to spread it over the tea table...... it was a substitute for putting Daniel to rest. Forget to even breathe, stop blinking, see. I can't stay out of sight.

Numerous types of handwriting lined up in a distinctive line. No, should I say I was leaping?

The first thing that caught my eye was still Marco's letter. His letters line up like neat and tidy without waste. Kuster is the kind of word you wrote and beat up next to it. There is momentum where the letters are wrong but they don't bother me. Next to the reverse is a short, old-fashioned, unique font. It's Zikilrosa. It was the first time I saw her handwriting. There are also Elvi letters under the three letters. Similar to Marco's in legibility, it's a handwriting that drifts like cuteness on one end or another.

Accessories are just as exotic as ever. There is his characteristic decoration in the subtle part. Oiva's words run out of luxury. It's next to the accessory, so much so that it looks more like a picture than a letter. It's the familiar Rauli lettering that makes you feel lovely. Daniel knows that if he does it oddly only in numbers, it will be a merchant-minded font.

Yarucco's handwriting has tremors that make him feel his age. Is it a sign of distress that the area around the parchment is a little bumpy? The letter of Burma is written with a strong and unmistakable line. Is the brush pressure slightly high? Next to it was a powerful letter that was simple but not simple, and Daniel accidentally spoke out if he knew who the person who wrote it was. Paulina. He is not to be left with a sentence.

All of them, everyone, the wording is different. They all write short texts to the same effect and end with names. Daniel caught his breath. My vision blurred with tears. On the other hand, the pleasure of creeping up makes my cheeks tremble and cramp.

"This is amazing. That's funny. I wish I'd joined you."

"Well, this time it's due to old tampering,"

"Yeah, you are. You should write with your family name anyway, and hey."

"Thank you for the next opportunity. We have to work hard to do that!

"Yeah, yeah, you really are"

I have one baby born this spring between Daniel and Amalia. It's a boy. His name is Julius.

Daniel became a parent and found out that a parent and a child did not stop hoping that they would be healthy. I wanted to do everything I could. I eagerly prepared one delivery and one bathtub. I wanted you to be happy. I wanted to stay away from misery. But a great constraint stood, and Daniel couldn't help it.

I can't get a blessing from the church.

Two years ago, I got that for marrying Amalia. Because the situation was neither immediate nor imminent. It's hard to do the same now. The Church has shown its condemnation of the North with concrete action. I hear rhetoric disparaging Marco and Paulina. In all that, I can't even take my young child to church. It's not that I have no choice, and I don't care about myself. But another thought springs up about the child. I learned that parents are inconvenient things. Though I thought that might be weakness.

But... oh... this one roll was a blessing.

All of them, I hope everyone is happy with Julius. I pray for healthy growth. It foretells a brilliant future. He writes that he's going to live in a wonderful world... and that's why he was born. It is lifeless. Daniel was convinced that in the confusion that still did not allow prediction, Daniel had only wrapped his brush around Julius.

"The fitting... it's a family heirloom... this. Others… difficult to obtain"

Daniel continued to see it in one of his rolls as he uttered his words.

I was hearing a healthy cry. The new era was about to begin with the land northwest of this kingdom.