Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Oh! Here comes His Excellency General Ryu!

"What a majesty... look at that. I have goosebumps."

"It is an honor to be with a hero in the history of the kingdom."

The heat is swirling. As far as sound is concerned, it's a long way off. The Great Hall was boiling away from the tidiness of the format. The consciousness of the people who are sent to the young heroes who appear on this occasion is uniformly at the opposite pole of the cold.

"Who will be with you? One of us is a squire… whether he's a deputy."

"Don't you know Sir? No, that could be lucky, too. If you knew, and you had spoken ill, you wouldn't be standing here."

"The new uncle is there. I guess the old uncle's honor will be restored and restored."

That's no other HR for Henrik either. Rather, it is added to the increasing calories that wrap up this place. It can no longer be regarded as an ambiguous far-sighted view. I have to get involved.

Hot.

This new fantasy is so hot. It will therefore have a strong impact on the present. It would encourage people to daunt their hearts and give thought to the future. Henriki was already imprisoned. The demon's winding fire storm is about to burn everything in this world. It's horrible. But I'm also attracted to it, so I have trouble.

Wouldn't the world change dramatically...... even Henrik would have a hunch that way.

"This is General Ryu! I've been looking for you!

It came like a cool breeze.

It is Lucas Uliharsilla who has bravely approached both the loud and the footsteps. Successful body is wrapped in sophisticated courtesy clothes, and hair is caressed with oil to show illumination.

There was something to relieve me of, Henrik, but what a peculiar impression I had at first sight of Lucas. It's called the decorative cloth fold and the good shoe color, his choice is not wrong as one, but as a whole it shows up quite hilariously there. The discomfort and the ready-to-see are strangely hand in hand.

"No, we're young anyway. Everywhere I turned, my lords, I looked up and just stretched out my back, and I thought," What's wrong? "

"hehe...... isn't there uncle peterius"

"That's what I thought at first, too, huh? Look at that one. It's a mustache, mustache. I mean, I'm already thirty, and I started having envious, jealous mustaches. As teenagers, I can't help but think. Isn't that right?

I'm waving an unexplained hot valve, but I don't think I saw it somewhere again. Henriki twisted her neck and noticed. It's Klaus. Lucas's mouth is similar to Klaus Ulyhalsilla's on his youth.

And I solved the mystery of my identity. It's a very similar outfit to Klaus Ulyhalsilla today. The nineteen-year-old Marquis claiming his youth stands there, behind words, as an analogy of a father over sixty years of age. As long as I thought of the motive, I smiled.

"The mustache is good...... there is something called a man's style"

"That may be true, but unfortunately I have no connection. I don't even think it suits you."

"Oh, because it's thin? Then the first thing you need to do is try. I know a good mustache shop."

"Mustache... something like that"

Other loveless conversations of the same age may be a treasure in this great hall. Henriki was dazzled by the two of them. It seemed like a being that would pay for the darkness of ignorance at the cutting edge of history. I wish there was a future in that way.

In fact, no matter where history goes, it's better than to follow.

Because who is drunk, and who was just waking up, and no one can stop the flow of this hour anymore?

Sora, the bell rings.

The sound of the bell sounds as it announces the dawn of a new era. It's a tone that makes the majesty so right to everyone gathered in the Great Hall. It's sacred acoustics. All sounds are swept away and you can no longer hear a single cough.

As a solemn matter, the nobles will continue to walk behind. Go between the sacrifices. While walking in that stream, Henriki was experiencing change as soon as possible.

I noticed that the bells overlapped differently.

It is a subtle difference, and even if they say so, it would be so unknown if they didn't listen carefully to it, but there is definitely a difference. And that's something that shouldn't happen.

The tone of the bells, whether East or West of the Church, is unified. Naturally, it is the very worldview that the Church has set itself as the place to be, which is expressed by the composition of the polyphony. Changing it at will is considered a blasphemy to God. It's where heresy likes to do it, expose it, expose it to interrogation and punishment.

Are you going to expose your anti-church attitude that far...... Henriki breathed unexpectedly.

Civil unrest revealed differences in attitudes towards the Church of the North and the South, but that should have been disputed only in acknowledging or denying the influence of the Church on national politics, and not in casting a question mark on its doctrine. If you do that, there will be cracks in the foundations of the country. History proves it.

During the sacrifice, Henriki was first relieved that there were two statues of gods worshipped and one priest standing there. Or because he feared he might find something unknown there. I knew nothing of it in the ruins, and I did not want to make such a discovery in this royal palace.

It is not a question of good or evil. It's a matter of small and large damage. Blood rains on the days when pagan gods and other worshippers were worshipped. Henriki learns of the harshness of the Church in traces of history. On the other hand, the blue-purple eyes know that the firestorm is greedy for sacrifice. I fear too.

Releasing the secret tension to the middle, Henriki saw the statue of God.

The whole thing is a statue of the goddess of heaven. It is a beautiful God who blesses the world with holy winds. Have bows and arrows and canes. The other is the statue of the man god of the earth. He is a successful God who protects the world with holy mountains. Have a crucifix and an axe. He is the two gods who supposedly led the Creator through this world.

And I noticed. That the placement of the statue of God is different from that seen in the usual church.

In general, the Church worships the Goddess as the Orthodox God to the Lord, and for the Masculine God, it worships her somewhat lower position as an Associate God. Even in mythology, it was the goddess who led people and organized the church. The masculine goddess only helped the great work according to the goddess.

Nevertheless, now the two statues of God are arranged side by side. What does that mean?

The clue guiding the answer was still sound. Getting his place during the sacrifice, Henriki once again bathed in the tone played by the bell. Listen to the harmony of the polyphony similar to that of the Church. Fly your mind to the world to be expressed.

It was nature I could see.

Four seasons roam uninterrupted in the confines of clutter-free heaven and earth, and the lives of all things are born and disappear constantly. It's not all that big. It's a very natural world that you can see and hear as soon as you put your face to the grass. There is no such thing as superiority or inferiority due to size. It's just the severity of the name freedom spreading.

A world that is neither mythical nor fabled, but just remains...... isn't that the original landscape? I mean, I hear it now. Isn't this the original sound, and the ringing of the regular church. Isn't that a subspecies?

Henriki felt that way, so she opened her eyes and watched the clergy. I wanted to find out who made this bell sound.

A man with quiet eyes. He strokes his gray hair and exposes the fine surface to the crowd. I am not wearing anything that indicates the rank of what holds the formal festive clothes together. It's qualitative.

But it can't be a parallel person. Standing in that place at this time of day is already extraordinary. It is not something that ordinary people can do, such as being like a third god statue without showing slight upset.

I captured the symbol of God, whose gazed eyes fell on the man's chest. It expresses the two gods of heaven and earth by means of two arcuats and one bar line. It is also a decorative product, but the shape is heterogeneous. The part that represents a cross is larger than the general one. I am reminded of the mural in the VIP waiting room where I questioned the demon man and the demon eye.

The sound disappeared. Because a man instructed him and made him stop ringing the bell.

Spiritual silence surrounds the area.

And... she shows up.

Its outfit, as if it had knitted a heavenly white cloud, draws its hem for a long and long time reminiscent of the wind, and the long hair of colour reminiscent of the evening's wheat hoe hangs moist over its eighteen-year-old white shoulder. Many of the embroideries and ornaments are grasshopper designs. The gems emit a large grain of shine on the neck, chest, shoulders and wrist, all of which are single red.

Embrace the time to come… Paulina's beauty is exhilarating, but as it should be.

Her every step of the way is history. Henriki witnesses it. He may be his own granddaughter, but he is not the person to be grasped by such endings. It's a foolishness to look out over the mountains and insist that you're the back mountain of your house. In recognizing those who live greatness, they shall not distort and narrow in their own sight, but shall take into their hearts the presence of their greatness, but remain.

"Is prayer not what it is here? It is in a cry."

The grey-haired man started spinning words. It's a familiar voice in this historic time and space.

"Is this not hope? It's in the effort."

An unfamiliar wording is cast on my ear. But it was something I had read to my eyes. It was in the stone slab of the ruins. It was found in the ruins of a church facility in an unknown country.

And Henriki hears that it is still considered scripture in some parishes. Special Diocese of Demons… A church organization that operates in an independent manner from both the Eastern and Western Churches to monitor the continent's largest demonic realm, the Phantom Forest, which extends from the northwestern edge of the Empire to the northern part of the kingdom.

"What does it make up to come from here without people? They come from the wilderness of despair to open up the world of men. Whether the world is dark or frightened, love for your compatriots will set you on fire."

It's archaic, this.

Henriki was convinced. What is being told now is nothing more than the teachings that were authentic in the Church a long time ago.

It's a theory that doesn't let you turn away from grief, doesn't let your suffering go through drunkenness, and lets you face all the hardships and get over it. It is the logic of those who fight. It's an encouragement to move forward.

Hot. The silent roar is turning into an intangible fever and blowing up from the crowd.

Because I deserve everything. Every word of it, spoken by an unnamed priest and unheard and known, deserved no less at the dawn of this new age. It was a blessing without this. Henriki even remembered to faint.

The greatness of Paulina seems to have led to holiness.

There are those who bring the crown there. It is the Marquis Johannes Ronkainen, dressed in ancient costumes. It is a special kind of family that protects the royal tradition over the royal family. The crown symbolic of the Crown can only be carried by one person at any time, the head of the Ronkainen family.

And the holy man wept, and took the crown upon his head.

If she stood up and looked back at Henriki and the others, the Marquis of Ronkainen would proclaim them exalted.

"God, illuminate! I hereby declare the reign of the King of the Kingdom of Asuria!

The cheer seemed to explode. The holy space was filled precisely by a fire storm. The heavens and the earth that the new king embodies are nowhere near accepting and moving all of them, and the red jewels increase in radiance.

It's the beginning of a new era.

It is the beginning of the reign of Queen Paulina.

Henriki thought of my daughter who wasn't here with us. What would Hannamari, who became the mother of the queen, think of that? I can easily guess the answer when I choose not to be here.

"Another fight, huh? She's always busy with her loved ones."

No one will listen to that whining in the midst of fanaticism.

Henriki was trying to be calm. Being swallowed by the flurry of fantasy was not his hobby, and it was the demon who led him to this occasion. If you think about the person's harshness, you can't be excited.

Isn't it a heterogeneity that you'll soon see?

I'm standing. Let the torrents make you feel like an unwavering giant. Look down from the ruthless heights of any authority. As if to oversee and teach the history of man's world itself.

I'm laughing. Floating in its mouth is the curve of the upper string three-day moon. The light in its sight is the glow of purple blue as the starry sky. That quirk that dwells a fearful force in the nineteen-year-old's body... or enchantment.

Marco Hahato is there.

In other words, there is the center of the fire storm with the twisting source of earthquake. It's not an exaggeration to say it's violent, but fantasies are blowing out of it. That fantasy of heating people's hearts and accelerating time will affect all those who live in this age. Who, as one, would not miss to get involved.

It's horrible.

Because it burns a person's hold. Heat and dissolve the native.

The power to elevate people is good and bad. It dyes a complex human society in one color. It creates great power while being extremely easy to run. Create and destroy the world with radical amplitude.

It seems like you've even seen it on this occasion. Those who have the extra power and financial power to satisfy each person are drunk with heat because they have such power but loosen their self-control, which should therefore be strong. I'm putting myself at risk.

The people would be miserable. If the powerless are hit by this fever, or will they go mad?

"... so I guess that's why Salomon you were celebrated on fire"

It was in an alley where applause and drinks could be played, and it poisoned me gently. Nobody listens. Henriki was relieved that it didn't reach anyone's ear.

I'm fine. I can be the original bystander while I'm in this noise. Even for the first time. Even between bundles.

"The next battle has already begun...... I guess it will be fierce. I'm sure. More than ever."

Henrikki groans. In the sound overflow, try to interact with yourself and pick up your own voice.

See.

Blessed by the ancient religion, the new king reigns, enthusiastizing the people and the demon smiles. Looks like you already did. As a single mural, this appearance is historic. Now, where and how will the fire flag be foot-colored?

But I can't express it. I can't reproduce it. We can't let future generations of humans experience this fever.

Henriki loosened her collar. It took constant effort to breathe. One more step...... If we took one more step back from this reality where people get all hot, it wouldn't be hard to be alone cold. But I can't do that. A mark engraved on your back won't let you do it. The engraving of heat at the hands of the demon.

The vision that fainted like it took Xia was occupied by the face of one young man at the next moment.

"Are you in a bad mood? Lord Hiltura."

It is Lucas. The pure eyesight is stained with worrying colors. That was a very honest look, so Henriki also decided to answer honestly again. Shake your head vertically.

"Born or stopped, you're vulnerable to alcohol. It would be nice to have a little support."

"Holy shit! Did you come to this place drinking?!? That's too much... No, it's true that your father gave a long speech at his sister's wedding after a deep drink... No, no, it's a reign ceremony, this is... No, no, no, no, because Your Highness is going to be a grandson to Lord Hiltura..."

Leaving herself to the bumps and the continued support of the sound, Henriki breathed cool air.

And strike your hand. Hit it once, twice and while you're at it, instead of aligning it with your surroundings.

Every time I hit him, I also inspired my own heart... Henriki applauded him.