Fly the Flag of Fire!

Immediately after the reign of the new king, the ceremony was proceeding with excitement and coolness.

Does man share joy during this glimpse of a new breeze in the tradition of the kingdom? Or are you competing for praise? In any case, it's busy and sunny. Everyone and he dressed themselves up with exotic goats for the rigour of the format, and insisted that I was the one who stayed here.

Nevertheless, people seem to have their own confidence or not. There is dark speculation behind the bright honor. I'm looking for a place where habits calm down in the air of innovation.

While observing that, Accelli Arnell was standing.

Whatever you watch, it is in a special position. Naturally. The Third Princess SS is set to be promoted to Kingsguard in this new era. The captain's accessory will be a privileged officer with the same rights as the general of the National Army, and as a soldier it will be the Marshal of the National Army and General Ryu who will be at his top.

The Kingsguard Corps has not set a ceiling for its strength. It is customarily operated with three thousand troops, just like the average Knights, but the accessories planned to enhance it to at least five thousand. First of all, I intend to dismantle the Kingsguard regiment of my predecessor once and put it to selection. There's also a point in making sure people are contaminated and showing them off. Exciting work was expected.

"Forgive"

The voice of Queen Paulina echoed Ling in just one word. It is here that the new Marquis Ahmaniemi was born.

Forty-five or six men of the age who spoke of the determination of the Marquis called his name Pietari, the son that the late Marquis Untamo Ahmaniemi had ordained in his life. He was allowed to inherit the title here as a result of his battle and victory over the disturbances in the Territory as a Northern Kyoutian. There will also be a feeling of panacea. The cheeks are red and the eyes are glowing.

He returns to the line beneath his minister in a powerful foothold. That position is not the same as it was in the beginning, it is in the front row. It is only natural that he became one of Uncle Six Horsemen. Maryaranta Maru smiled and slapped one on his shoulder.

"Katya Kalisalmi, come out."

It was then an elderly woman who was called by the ceremonial officer. I have thin golden hair drooling long and back without forehead, and although I am undoubtedly beautiful first of all, it has a painfully tense color that doesn't make me feel it.

She is the sister of Severi Kalisalmi, who surrendered. Although he was engaged to a leading nobleman, he does not marry during the three years of civil unrest, and he has also destroyed the engagement itself in such matters. I guess it's part of the neighborhood organization. I even delivered my belongings to the treasury, and I got a chance to be called here by name.

"Thou shalt take an oath to walk in the ways of thy nobles in charge of the traditions of the flourishing Kingdom of Asaria. Serve the king, support the king, help the king. And one day, the beautiful order of man's business will be too great for the continent."

As the canonical stereotype sounds well, Katya is kneeling her head down with a kneecap cloth placed on the red carpet as the summit of the ministry, halfway through the steps leading to the throne. The figure appears to bathe in honor and also to be struck by the sin department. Or maybe my interests and responsibilities as a great nobleman are what I carry in that way.

The queen flipped her sword, placing the blade flat on her shoulder. And he said a word, and here was the inheritance of the countenance.

"Hard to be happy. My life is for Her Majesty the Queen. My heart is for the good people. I will work hard to make up for our wonders and work sincerely. Glory be to the Kingdom of Asuria."

It is a statement of great sad determination… Accelli praised it in her heart with a hint of sympathy. Because the Kalisalmi family was only allowed to survive due to the convenience of the exchange, and they find out that they have no real right to be one of Uncle Sihou.

Count Kalisalmi's territory will continue to be operated for some time by deputies seconded by the King's Capital. The history of the siege of the Territorial Capital has made it extremely good proxy rule, but it does not change the administration of the territorial government from the centre.

Still, Uncle Four Horses only had his family name left. He's superior to the Parvilla family.

Nicodemus Parvila, who first committed suicide by poisoning, not only belonged to the south in the civil unrest, but also gave it to the southern antimilitants with all his armies in the uproar of the Marquis Ahamaniemi territory. His detention of Untamo Ahamaniemi in the first place is also the cause of the disturbance. He was also responsible for the disappearance of First Princess Eleonora and was questioned about a heavy crime department.

As a result, the Parvillas returned their countenance and were awarded a new Viscount. Still warmth. Because the territorial performance, which had made the inhabitants merciful, was appreciated. From now on, it will be involved in the consular government under the new Count.

The debate over the new Count was disputed, he said.

Marco is outstanding if he decides with the Arbitrage Award in Civil Unrest. But the nobles are not willing to welcome him to Uncle Sihou. I'm looking up at another one. The companion of the queen Paulina… i.e., the king.

"The question is who's going to cut it out to that guy. Things need to be careful. As General Arnell will know to that effect."

That is what he said in great seriousness is the Marquis Klaus Uliharsilla, who is the head of the Four Horses Sixth Uncle of the Kingdom of Asuria. Marco was deliberately summoned to the Royal Castle conference room in his absence.

"I know you do, but we're not talking about love being love, are we? Not to mention windy nagging stories like power strife and consideration for the Church. This is important to shape the future of the kingdom."

There are no gaps to tear up, and the old Marquis affirmed it.

"That's just enormous... not enough for anything but Your Majesty to tie you to this land"

What thoughts were those words directed at who? I wasn't sure, but I couldn't say a word to pinch it, and the accessory was more than just quietly admitting. Because it was not, at least, a word out of harm to my Lord.

Now, Marco will not receive the count, and then we will talk about who. I was surprised to hear from Count Leo Salmanto that he had named what an Accelli Arnell was there.

"What surprises me. As distinct as General Ryu is, is there something great about Sir's accomplishments as well? I have a good history. And I'm single. Be good old!

Slipping through its rigid arms, which seem to get more aggressive every time we meet, accessories are what we did with a nigga laugh. I have sworn allegiance to none other than the King. The future of naming the Count is not planned.

But...... and Accelli think. Having done so, he said that he himself was also the birth of a breakthrough.

Even though it is noble, it is a terminal nobleman with few houses without titles such as the Arnell family. Relatives Brothers Everyone works to get a job, but noble children like that are so swept up and thrown away that there is no way they can get a big job. It would be nice if we could get involved in the consular government of the absentee. Family dispersion is the norm.

Once Accelli tried to get a cadet position by studying at a military school. Because he was a top grader, he could have been a National Army officer if he had graduated in earnest. I rarely work for the Arnell family.

But I was driven out of wartime demand to the front line while I was in school. And because it was halfway there, he was not allowed to return to school during or after the war, so he stayed on the scene. People's reluctant work was also done with a smile on his face, and although he was promoted to lieutenant in the leadership, he was touring the border as a patrol officer if he noticed.

How about that? He now stands in a position that is arguably second only to Uncle Sihou in brilliance in his war history and title. It seemed to me that everyone would be born jealous enough without having to be the Count or anything else. Besides, as Uncle Salmant said, it's a coming-back that makes many humans feel familiar.

He is a blood muscle of nobility, albeit terminal, and a hard worker rubbed in the field, albeit aristocratic. He commanded a convoy for the people under that Viscount Hackinen, and also went to the forefront of the war by throwing away the title of Lieutenant of the Leading Army out of loyalty to the Princess. Even in socializing, I don't graduate with spills, and on the other hand, I have the ease of drinking and singing with soldiers.

Public attention is drawn. Relatives come for interaction. Edge discourse is also brought from next to next. Every secular flourish surrounds the accessory because it doesn't even make it so evil.

That means it's a wormlight.

The more Marco became so special and holy from the nobles and the common people... the farther away he became from the people, the more accessories have created themselves in the opposite direction. I've been meaning to be familiar with people and paint them. There are bills that increase by doing so.

"Accelli Arnell, come out."

Called his name, Accelli stepped on the red carpet. Remember to rock the blue decorative cloth. The grin on your mouth is a natural occurrence, but you'll be looking good at honor, so leave it at that.

Come on, look at that. And stretch out your vulgar intentions.

The accessories were making themselves available again at this moment. I don't care about status, honor, everything people envy is real. For they are all tools, and they serve the tools, but they are not willing to live as they are. Everything was to that extent equal to a body with a destined master named Marco.

Kill the squeaky laugh down your throat.

The accessory was delighted to be standing in this place at this time of day without slight tension or feeling.

He even strengthened his pride in being what he believed he could be. Because he was secretly wary that he would be shallow and easy to be good at. Approximately what power is is demonic, and by obsessing with it, there is no known number of people who have exposed the inhumanity of man. All I can say is that whoever sweetly thinks he is unrelated does not know man.

Accelli thinks that people have a vessel. You can call it tolerance. It's a measure of how much the world can take on itself. If you can fit it in, it's beautiful, and if you zero it, it's ugly. Besides, it's hard to understand about us and other people's coarseness is all I see.

It can also be observed during this glance.

There are two kinds of people gathered here. Those who were allowed to attend the reign ceremony and those who were not. As a matter of practice, sorting by status has been carried out, but some have been able to participate on an exceptional basis, which is recognized as occupying power in the new era.

For example, although Pietari Ahamaniemi was able to attend before he was acquainted, Katiya Kalisalmi was unable to attend. Similar differences exist with regard to other titles. A new order of power is already about to be built.

That's why accessories get noticed. From guilt or dullness, those who fear heroes and are anxious about the new order seek a strength that is relatively close to them. They sneak by expecting the custom to come to pass.

The accessory feels a glimpse of luxury while walking down the red road. This is also a necessary role. I called to the comrades of the North in my heart. against a person who, in a sense, can be described as his predecessor.

I'm not saying it's annoying, Viscount Hackinen. White Wolf, if it's an exposé for you, try to get dirty if you want.

I thought I heard a reply, but somehow it felt like a bitterness to solidify myself, rather than laughing bitterly as an accessory. It's time to decide that, too. I know.

"Your loyalty was recognized as the crowning of the kingdom. I hereby declare the Third Princess SS hereby promoted to the Kingsguard Corps as it is, and appoint you as its leader."

On your knees, listen to the voice of the ceremonial officer overhead. A new king of this country approaches with a noble whisper of the sound of clothes rubbing. This is also an occasion of tension that would envy me, but the accessories still bite the laughter here. It is a pleasant life to make.

Quinn textile clothes that make a superb appearance on the top red carpet...... it was six years ago that the Queen was treading the same material forcefully. It reminds me of that spring night tent where I was practicing light flour with my feet. Bark in your heart.

Again! That day again, that place was the starting point for a turbulent history!

Everybody, envy me! I witnessed it in a special place! We're seeing everything!

The chest of the accessory also gets hot when I think of the origin of the sword that touched my shoulder. This sword is another witness. He visited the village of Kiko as a bandage for Samurai warlord Vilma Cantra, and once he even tried to be pulled out for accessories. And at the awards ceremony that ended the war with the Empire, he touched Marco's shoulder. It was with that touch that he gave birth to a hero and broke out a civil unrest in the kingdom.

Let that voice think of the vastness of heaven... and now the queen said forgive.

The accessories are also neat to the fingertips to show a streamlined courtesy and answer.

"Hard Happiness"

And spin the words of your vows. As the knower will know, so the unknower will not know.

"Let us serve in a new era where we work out our hearts and minds with the talent to train our soldiers. It is the white clouds in heaven, the flags of war on earth, and the bravery of awakening to men. It will not last for a few years in Her Majesty's life."

And he looked upon the sky, and thanked the queen, and looked back, and looked upon the earth, and looked between the sights. It was a stunning view despite just climbing a few steps. Or maybe this is what it would look like if you looked down on human society from the sharp peaks of the heavenly realm mountains.

That's why his enormity stands out. There is Marco standing as if he were rushing through heaven.

If I laugh invincibly, I try to offer it to my lord... but the accessories have drawn the flesh off my cheeks.

I was being attacked by fear.

Marco is smiling. Military uniforms adorned with red cloth around the neck are always more and more Rin, expressing the extraordinary presence of young heroes in vivid beauty. If it is about him, he will need to be put to death, whether he be a historian or an artist. That's natural. That is now an impression for accessories.

Eyes. Different eyes.

The sober blue is faded and the demonic purple is strongly and deeply demonic.

The accessories nearly stepped off the steps at risk. Because it lacked physical equilibrium in Russia. There was an illusion as if it were floating in a magical night sky. The visible world was distant, and the surroundings were purple with no sound.

It was cold. It was lonely. I was anxious. It hurt.

Though familiar to accessories, they are something that should have been overcome a long time ago. It's a wind of fear. It's the air that drowns you. It's a constant feeling on the battlefield. That's what's hitting the accessories so intensely during this glimpse.

Cruel and ruthless. Make it violent and fierce. An absurd atmosphere of war where force or violence is definitely violence if asked. Signs of trembling danger, as if they are painfully suppressing the raging fierceness.

While exposed and overwhelmed by them, the accessories worked their heads off. He ate his teeth and remained conscious, stomping with the thought of grabbing the carpet with his toes. Swallow fear, shove it into your belly, and analyze. And I realized.

It's Marco!

This is Marco's mood!

Now Marco's heart is peering with unprecedented altitude and certainty when he stares at the sky in the shape of a man named Paulina. This must be what Marco meant!!

The accessory swallowed a bitter spit. There was noise as if it sounded from the inside out. The multicoloured reality seems to have returned with the vividness of its sound. I guess it was a moment as far as time was concerned. My legs were not stopping down the stairs, and when I realized it, I was back in the line under my minister.

I should have pretended to be good at it. I thought I could shake it in the float. The accessory glanced around with thin eyes, making sure that no one had a suspicious eye on themselves.

Breathe quietly and quell the heartbeat of your fast chest.

I have to put my thoughts together.

For Accelli, who will take charge of Marco's first general himself, that was an urgent necessity to take precedence over any ceremony.