Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Hard. Totally hard. There's more to ignorance."

"Nanriri. Just because you can't get our extra seats doesn't mean you're going to invite a dirt-painted demon."

"Paint the soil... we are the ones who leave the surveillance of the demonic realm to us. Yes, for the bad."

"Those are the parishes of filth. It can only be remnants of the demon cleansing business."

Its room surrounding the small round table is small but only with high ceilings. Two old men in sacrificial clothes are gesturing at each other even though they are lamentable.

"The new king also makes me angry. Speaking paranoidly about pioneering the plains of the crime... it's not difficult."

"Nanriri. I am trying to make a fool of myself with a shallow glance. I don't know what it means to make contraindications."

"Absolutely right... but no, you're not serious?

"No matter how stupid it is, it just doesn't have to be... that far"

"Well, you are. It is a special victory to be in power and not to fly the Dragon's flag."

"You'll withdraw your plan sooner or later. It will return to its rightful form."

The two are bishops of the Eastern Church. Both are skinny and only bloody while small. The constant exchange of words is oddly breathtaking and even makes me think of a blood relationship that can't possibly be. I mean, it's kind of like that.

"By then."

It is the old man of the White Horse who stopped the two who seemed to continue to talk extensively if left alone. It's the Archbishop of the East. He exclaimed both to Eagle Deep and uttered his voice aloud.

"Everybody, you're gonna get your tongues dirty. If man is pitiful, what we should show is forgiveness. Watch your toddler's adventure fail. I'll come home crying. Let's have mercy on that. We are the Church. Teaching and guiding people is the mission. Otherwise people will perish."

It sounds as if it would imply to the listener. Stiff but low and heavy into the ear. There are years of incense there that have captured and bound numerous popular hearts.

Totally unpleasant. These people are only clothed with tentacles stretched from the Holy Grail Island.

While Joaquim Beck broke his heart, he let the senior executives of the Eastern Church snort with a full grin.

"Hey, you're absolutely right! I just want to cover my eyes for the foolishness of the kingdom! It's idiot habit to do things you shouldn't do, so what do you say, scold him hard here? How about a thorough review? Because rigour is sometimes necessary."

If he chewed and coveted the word "move in a little more" and then vomited, two broken doll-like nods were repeated in rows.

"Naturally, you need that, too. It's our job to teach."

The bishops of the Southern Diocese say nothing but moderate things first. I was working in a deeply infiltrated parish of indoctrination, so is that natural? But that's not based on kindness. A man who will flatly tailor his children to an assassin who will grow up in an orphanage if necessary. Beck doesn't think of people like that as being nice.

"It is necessary, but it is difficult for the child of the Church, the method of which must not be tough. I wonder if I can feed and be flexible. Whatever it is, civil unrest is over."

The bishops of the northern parish see an abomination of the people at the end of their attitudes. Maybe that's or fear too. The north has seen an unprecedented decline in the influence of the Church following civil unrest. It is a land pattern that has never been as indoctrinated as the supplies it spends. I guess there's a lot to think about.

"No! No, no, no! To the holy inclusiveness of both of you, Awkward Monk, I'm just afraid of my bigoted narrowness..."

Beck breathed deeply as he humbled himself unnecessarily as bishop of the central parish. I try to suck something out of my belly and breathe heavily. What's on the bottom of my belly...... that must be poison. It's poison as if it makes your organs rot hot. You have to spit it out. I can't help but want to spit it out.

"If you're imagining a post-civil unrest kingdom on the extension of something before that, that would be a shallow thought to say the least. It must be a dull feeling. Hey?"

Add or subtract and throw up slowly. The smile collapses from the brow, but I don't mind.

"Even though the Southern Hordes, who were the parent churches, said they had each followed a pathetic end? Even though the North, arguably anti-Church, is at the centre and a new government has begun? As if nothing had happened, as if a familiar routine were to return, as if you were delusional about that as if you were an abalone...... no...... you're just dumb rather than lazy! That's why they do this!!

Finally, I barked. Beck recognized himself as a venomous demon.

"The northern parish was too quick to pull up personnel! Whoa, or was that your intention to protest? Were you going to shake the heart of the North with that? Ha ha! That stuff is just a loss! Besides, the monks who experienced the scourge of war rebelled against their orders and stayed on the scene at the end of the day...... you think you can just call them dirty? Oh, my gosh, that's a horrible story! He said it was exactly those monks who ran into contact with the Special Diocese of Demons!!

It was not speculation. It is a fact as a result of the investigation.

The Special Diocese of Demons is a hidden organization that operates in isolation from the world. He does not have any political contact, does not interact with the people, just confronts the scourge of anger on the brink of the demonic realm. There is no other person but church officials who can negotiate with them like that.

Well, it's not like the monks just cooperated. There are other difficulties for the kingdom to summon the Demon Master, and it is even unrealistic.

First of all, it's the plague. It is a wilderness where the north and south are sandwiched in demonic boundaries and the east and west are covered with front-line forts. In order to go beyond this, we need the appropriate equipment and personnel, and we also have the premise that we will never allow intimate immigration between East and West. We have to negotiate with the Empire before we negotiate with the Special Diocese of Demons, and that's the hardest part.

And the Church also does not allow peaceful passage of the plains of the crime. The land should exist only as a place of battle between the two countries, and it is even possible to say that the Church works to make it so.

But the demon master arrived in Wang Du. The Church could not perceive it. Why.

Because there was civil unrest.

The whole kingdom was in turmoil, and everyone had found military tension on the border between the territory of Uliharsila and the territory of Kalisalmi as a strange currency... no, no... it was precisely that that that was the way it was designed and performed. And he used the machine to hide his movements after the civil unrest. Beck suppressed the urge to scream out.

Yes, the north has been instigating on the plains of the crime since the beginning of the civil unrest!

Exposed to the invasion of the Imperial Army, the north expanded the streets within its reconstruction plan. Although it risks being used by enemy forces from the point of view of national defence, it is very effective from the point of view of logistics, and the northern economy is in fact revitalized to show prosperity on an unprecedented scale. So much for a new big town.

Its new town position now roars Beck. What it means to exist as a logistics hub on the western side of the border between Salmant and Peterius… it is to support the development project. Must be.

"Yes, no... but... even if a monk ran, the Imperial side wouldn't let him go bare, would it? That's the plague, right? There's a front line alert on the west side, too."

It was the bishop of the northern parish who squeezed out the words with a pale face. Whether the days of working in a difficult district of indoctrination have shredded the concept of reflection from this old man, there have been excuses for most of them. I don't want to admit it. I don't want to take responsibility. Beck laughed with his nose.

"Hmm... looks like the Imperials have been used. To negotiate with the Empire, to escort the monks...... can't you believe it? Then I suggest you reread the Kingdom's battle details from where you burned the Imperial Army Grand Fleet? Sometimes you haven't read it before? About 2,000 of the 5,000 people who were stationed in Chitoga Town were prisoners of the Uliharsila Army... that's it. I thought he disappeared into the north. In the example new town."

The information we gather here and now was a series of shocks that drove us to bed and breathtaking spit.

The north did not enslave imperial prisoners, but managed them in one place, in a hard-weaved manner. Beck thinks “indoctrination” must have made progress.

They should have been at the bottom of despair. He temporarily lost 60,000 of his friends as a result of his historic victory and experienced extreme conditions on the land waters of his defeat. The Temporary Bridge, which was a glimmer of hope, was dropped by the hero Terencio Barcelo, more than an ally who was supposed to save his life. Totally abandoned.

If I gave them a smile even with a slice of food like that, it would have attracted my heart to deserve a thousand or ten thousand dollars. It would have entangled my soul and caught me.

"No, but with the Empire... missouri..."

Still the old man, who showed a defensive posture, lay down his face without being able to say any more. Nor did Beck intend to pursue it. Not out of pity. It is for the Western Church to be responsible for the current state of the empire, which causes man on the Kingdom's side to go back and forth to the plains of the crime, because the Eastern Church has no fallacy whatsoever.

At present, the Everian Empire is in an extremely precarious state.

There has been less confusion and no armed clashes compared to the civil unrest in the Kingdom of Asuria, but the structure in which the Hordes divide and rival the North and the South is terribly similar to that of the Kingdom. But as for the reason, the imperial-specific problem is a superficial form.

The imperial authority has never been more lost, and the gods have risen disproportionately.

The cause is obvious. It is the responsibility of the defeat. The fact that the present imperial chamber has fought two wars of aggression in the last twenty years or so and both have lost with great damage is harsh, and that has created a desire for the imperial nobles to replace the emperor. It makes me want to convert my pedigree.

It's a negative aspect of a strong centralised system. Due to the weak authority of Uncle Six Hou compared to the kingdom and being a monarch's strongest nation, the recoil is awesome once its ruling power is shaken. Power is precisely the logic of justice.

In a weak emperor, the country will be dispersed... so the imperial nobles seek a strong emperor. What an ironic move to disturb in order to heal, the Imperial nobles are also about to serve a new powerful ruler in blood.

In such a situation, it is the four counts of the northern part of the empire who defend Ismael, the son of Reimund, the emperor, and claim the authenticity of the empire. The Aparicio family, the Carlion family, the Tihelina family, and the Ignacio family. Berta Ignacio, another hero on the imperial side of the war ahead, said he is now at the forefront of the North-South conflict as a symbol of the Protector Emperor.

"All of you..."

"Shut up! The Southern Diocese is to blame too! That assassination attempt that set fire to the outhouse... you didn't talk to me and instigated Uncle Eteramaki, did you? That's why the Third Princess fled north! You've hidden out of the reach of the church, haven't you? Or what many means were left behind!

Scolding the old man for trying to make a statement that he didn't have any benefit at all, Beck resumed spitting poison.

"The kingdom is breaking the contraindications of the Church and is beginning to move in a direction that is not... why not try to acknowledge it!

Make sure you peek into each of the two bishops' faces, say.

"I didn't mean it, did I? Did you say you'd withdraw your plan sooner or later? Waha! Stupid!! That's a totally stupid way to take it! Yeah? That Henriki Hiltura is responsible for the development plan! This is the man who was planning to follow the ruins and explore old history and float his ship to the Purple Cloud Sea at the end! He becomes the king's grandfather and moves out as a borderline uncle... don't know what this means, how dare you serve as a bishop and so on!!

I wish I could hurt these old men with my voice and spit. I live in a reality full of things that I wish wouldn't come true. If at least he tried to decide his mind with a further tongue, it seemed to be one of the things that would not happen, and he stopped Beck when a heavy voice arrived.

"Beck... He who presides over the central parish of the kingdom with his mission to mediate the miracle of God, does not fail to repudiate by your discretion those who share his mission. It's the path of sin."

Beck bowed his head in awe. It does not defy the Archbishop of the East. Because he thinks that only two bishops below the same grade can be poisoned.

"And let's ask. Beck, is that true? Is the Kingdom of Asuria trying to break contraindications and go down the path of heresy?

Hiding a grin on his laying face, Beck replied.

"I don't say so. At the time of his reign, the kingdom bent over and abided by the strict laws of the founding of the country, and did not adorn the flag of the ascending dragon behind the throne, and continues to send messengers to the Eastern Church about the summons of priests. You're not about to go down a path that defies God."

"So what excites you so much and makes your voice louder"

Face up, I assured you.

"That man... don't be most alert to Marco Hahato, who has now become one of a kind hero!

Beck embarked on a round table. Keeping the three old men in order.

"The plan for the development of the plague was not announced lightly. Resolute determination and ambitious preparation... must have intended this from the beginning of things... the man would undoubtedly build a village in a contraindicated wilderness, build a town, and maintain it. Or maybe there's already some sort of intimacy between you and the northern part of the empire...... no, that could be a lot. I hear Henriki Hiltura stayed in the new town until recently. If you were a former Count who once drowned his head in the empire and didn't take your life, you may still be left with some sort of handover."

My head was working. The throat and tongue are feverish; on the other hand, chills run on the spine. I have a similar urge on my stomach to my anxiety and I'm impulsing Beck.

"The inviolability contraindication… it is to not spread the enchantment"

The old men look bewildered by the words they whined with fever. Ignore and continue.

"The demonic realm continues to spread. And if it was inadvertently stimulated, it would spread even further. Holy business to push expansion and reduce it somewhat… it is the project of demonic cleansing"

It is a fact that is not known to the public. At present, it is limited to those above the priesthood, even in the Church, to know this. If there's an exception, he's from the Special Diocese of Demons. They are still independently continuing the cause where the Church has abandoned half of it.

"Maybe that man knows what the magic cleansing business is..."

"Oh no... did the soil painters leak anymore!?

"It's about keeping your mouth shut. And don't remind me. That's what the man said during the battle with the Imperial Army."

That was five years ago. Marco, fourteen, who had spoken out against the Emperor of the Empire, also mentioned the brave. I'm reciting that word for word, and Beck made me reproduce it here and now.

"We need brave men. Those who deny its existence must have the temper to reform a world that required brave men. We must be prepared to revamp all the civilizations that have been built with the presence of the brave and to launch a new world… I have claimed this to be a dangerous idea since that time, but let us repeat it here and now… that man is extremely dangerous. I'm trying to disrupt the sacred world order, not as a fool from ignorance, but as an outrage after knowing everything... that's how we should recognize it"

There were some breathtaking sounds.

And what sounded like a plunder was the constant voice of the Archbishop of the East, who should have worn majesty.

"Oh... it's Beck... no way... no way...!

"… at least you won't have any hesitation in committing a contraindication to the no-go plain. As long as that man is around, there is no doubt that the development plan will proceed. I'd like you all to understand that. I mean, it's a serious crisis. It's a reality we're facing."

Beck rocked the flesh off his cheeks after checking Trinity's upset on his wrinkled face one by one. I laughed. Close your eyes and express softness pseudo.

"If we are to serve God, there is nothing more than fear of God than a reason to be heartbroken by this time, in case it should not be fear of the likeness of men. The world is God's blessing and we are allowed to exist for the first time, and if we are agents and intermediaries of that miracle, it is a sacred duty and responsibility to judge man for his sins"

Put it in front, and then I'll tell you. I showed the old men my right palm.

"Let's move the miracle investigation room. Because that man has suspicions of demons."

Don't wait for a response, then indicate your left palm.

"Let us make the sacrament of the brave. Because God will show His will in this situation."

And the palms were joined together, and the wrinkles caused by the flesh of his face were also deep, and he made a smile.

"That solves everything and the world continues to be under the protection of God...... okay? Let us pray to the Archbishop that the Eastern Church wishes to deal with the mistakes of the kingdom with two decisions. I have a slightly slower feeling about losing it, but what, it might be a trivial thing given the history. Ha ha!

Laugh. Laugh a lot.

Sometimes bluntness is better than wisdom. It's hard to stick around.

Behind an unspoken laugh, Beck was divulging his stupidity at a man who wasn't here. I'm sure he'll smile and ask. I haven't even rested in the last few years. Let's be forgiven for being a little bit impatient.

But Beck laughs. There's also a mixture of fast things there.

Because I know it's almost time. Because I feel that this journey of ordeal is about to see an end.

It's the white mask that floats in the back of my brain with Chira. I feel connected to him because I have become a named parent. Up to this point, there is always a secret plan. But neither of us will ever live the world after that. By all means which one hears and knows which death...... Beck laughed again wondering if in any case all future generations would remain notorious.

Laugh at the laugh...... Beck kept laughing without getting tired of filling this room like a small, high chimney with poison.

I felt that the sky was something that was clear at a very high point.