Fly the Flag of Fire!

It is a chilled noodle.

It's pure white. It's cool to see and it's folded. Bamboo crafted containers are coarsely braided in the eyes, and there is a light standing to cross the dead and thin grass colors. Whether it is a very pale tone at all, the practicing noodles served there highlight the clarity in pure white everywhere.

I gauge the amount of bite in my eyes as I feel the texture in my back teeth. Driven by greed. Sa 'Alan. I can't help but pinch it with chopsticks. It would be glossy if transported to the universe. Expectations increase. Faster heartbeat.

The receptacle is white porcelain. Outside, running water is colored with dark blue, and inside, dark brown stock hides the drug flavor and waits for loneliness. If you move the hand holding the vessel, the scent of nourishment mixed with light weight and light will flutter. The tongue is damp from time to time. I'm ready now. At this moment we will not evacuate if we are hit by a fire. Not quite.

Now we meet pure white and dark brown. Soak only the soft skin half, bathe in flavor, and the noodles reach the mouth, young and smooth.

Happiness is full. The world is gorgeous in fortunate colors. Eat. Even.

"It was very delicious"

Hannah Mari thanked her by flattening her three plates in silence. I closed my eyes softly with my spine stretched out without touching the back of the chair. Enjoy the finish. I have the richness to go over to my body.

Happiness is here. Leaking his satisfaction into exhalation, he communicated his appreciation to his own daughter, who sat in the front.

"Brilliant, Paulina"

"Yeah. 'Cause I got the hang of it"

Paulina, who turned eighteen this year, has a teacup and tea treat in front of her with the same calm as usual. I think there are signs that I'm unfamiliar with that face that leaves me young.

I think that makes sense, too. My daughter now lives as king of this country.

"How about my baked small plate bake?

"Very tasty. Is the powder from the north?

"Yeah. So is your noodle, isn't it?

"Yeah. I like it well nourished"

Drink tea. People's noises are far away and bird whispers are close. This is the VIP room in the depths of the Royal Castle of the King.

If you are invited by a refreshing breeze to look at the window, the courtyard is bright with grasshopper greenery. It looks like it was formerly undergoing cramped maintenance, but it still shows some things that were not even touched during the three years of civil unrest, or a runaway stretch in the people.

I think it's out of the house. It burned down. There the grass had risen before the rebuilding of a man's hand. Hannah Mari doesn't wonder about it.

Because I know it's not the end of doom. It's more of a start. All things perish with interest. Repeat. Heaven and earth make the great cause of nurturing life a norm.

People are in it again. But it's not like the peace of mind that gives in to you. And with the sickles and the ramen, the grass of the garden shall be prepared, and no hand shall be put upon it to make it fit for the purpose for which it is only. We cannot help but rare progress and development by ourselves. I can create reason within myself, but it is the fate of the late. It's also inside Hannah Mari's chest.

But artificially, success and failure stick together. If you do, people skills require effort and ingenuity. Perhaps being passionate and incisive in all areas is what culture is all about.

"Sometimes, Paulina"

That's why Hannamari asks. Sincerely.

"I even felt the spread of the new frontier for the first time in your improvement. What tricks did you get on this that were already in the realm of mastery... can you tell me?

Culture is a human treasure. It is still worth it if it concerns food culture. Hannah Mari is so sure. Because organisms cannot live without eating. Why is it inferior to other cultures?

Paulina is tilting her neck and releasing her gaze in an unanswered direction. That's a trick that hasn't changed since I was young, but what's wrong is still unfamiliar.

She is a pretty girl. But would this girl have been so pretty?

Hannah Mari thought so, so the fog cleared up and she came to feel the truth. I looked out for him. Breathtaking. There are clouds flowing in the sky, or the sun increases and the room becomes brighter.

"Hmm... I always wanted to eat it delicious and make it"

Paulina's eyes haven't looked here. Her heart is not in a small room.

"I hope so. But I'm convinced this is all I need..."

Something I'm looking for words, or my gaze slowly crosses the table. I can't help but pay attention so that my hair can shake off. Don't seem like some kind of miracle.

"For my own sake, I've had enough. It was delicious enough. But..."

Brilliance dwells in his eyes. It illuminates 10,000 greens, it shines equally on billions of waters, and allows itself to be chronic in everything that "this is a grace for me" … a light like the Great Sun Wheel. Hannah Mari trembled.

"When I make it for someone, it's amazing. I think it's more. And that's fun. It's a little different than being obsessed. 'Cause when you practice or boil, me, something to laugh at. That didn't happen before. I think he looked serious."

Paulina was beautiful to say and smile at. It's a heart-washing beauty. Hannah Mari forgot that she was her mother, that she was under her ministry, that she was even a woman. Now I thought this moment was one life in the sun. It's one of those healthy grasshoppers in the courtyard.

"... that's the trick. That's how you practice it, it tastes amazingly good."

If we breathed a fresh breeze back into each other's chest which was the first to exhale, the tranquillity again stained the room. Hannah Mari leaned her heart against it. Try to rebel your emotions and relax.

Making the world's microsounds play in his ears. Often, Hannah Mari sipped a cup of tea and replied.

"You've learned something very important."

"Yeah. Did your mother know?

"I didn't know as much as you did. That must be..."

Without speaking ahead, Hannah Mari stood up and stopped by the window. A small nature cut within the royal castle is burning in the light of life. Beyond the grass, there is a peek into the east house. The Lord before this garden, Eleonora, said he used to drink tea there. Moreover the lord before him, the late husband of Hannah Mari... must not have had time to love the flowerbed.

Give thought to the King's presence. This is precisely the eastern peak of human society.

"Paulina, I have a suggestion for you"

I see my daughter who inherited this garden at eighteen. To its small and great existence, Hannah Mari thought of doing what no one else could. I planned what I could only do.

"Let's have a feast"

Hmm, and the inside of my rough chest leaked through my nostrils.

Paulina tilted her little neck, and asked when.

"If you wish, don't leave me alone... tonight."

Hannah Mari stood up. It is a structure for working out light flour on a tabletop. The shoe sound I heard must be because Paulina, who saw it, put her foot under the table. There was something that went through without words.

As a result, a banquet seat was set abruptly on the night of the king's capital.

Apply some tricks….

"Thank you for inviting me tonight"

Hannah Mari looked directly at that dark-haired young man, who appeared with a regular greeting, from the front with dignity.

"You've come a lot. The royal castle also has a unique way of getting in and out with less people around here. Wasn't it annoying?

"Sure, I might have gotten lost without the guidance of a female official. But the royal home is what it should be."

Marco Hahato... There is no way I can make any criticism of myself for not being familiar with the military about my title and history of war, and as a Hannah Mari I just hear about its constant undefeated and far-fetched. It is also said to be an ancient and unprecedented hero. Reputation has allowed this young man an unceremonious appreciation and fame.

But there is no lighter substitute than the weather of the world. If you are a Hiltura family person, you are not one of those who do not feel so. Hannamari couldn't leak into that example again, so he was just trying to gauge the figure of the youth with his own senses.

Now I'm being polite and clear. There is no sense in it. But there is also no honesty from the Red Heart. It is a tendency generally found in those who live wisely. Marco Hahato and I don't seem to need martial arts.

"You know why I suddenly invited you, don't you?

"He said to come without eating anything, so that way"

I answered as many questions as I could possibly answer correctly. He is still a wise man. Without agitation, there is no temper. I am calm without a few gaps.

"Please forgive me for putting a twist on my arm."

"I hear from Viscount Hackinen about baked confectionery. I got the opportunity without thinking. Thank you. What grievances should I have?"

"You say strange things. You can even bake a small plate if you want, but that's after meals. From now on, what we eat is practiced noodles. My daughter is ready for you."

If you unleashed the first trick, it looks like there were waves in the mind of the wise man.

"Her Majesty the Queen...... is it?

"I only have one child"

"I know that..."

Should I rather say what I say there? Hannah Mari remembered with certain satisfaction that the righteous youth in front of her understood her daughter correctly.

Paulina will not let anyone but herself boil her cooked noodles. Also, take precedence over food. That means standing in the kitchen tonight at this feast. You invited me to an inside dinner party, so I guess I was surprised. So I can peek under the water between the waves of my heart. I can see what's deposited and calmly hidden.

It was cold. I'm armored by it and I still don't see the color of my emotions. This means that the mindset of the regular battlefield is thorough. Marco Hahato seems to continue his constant and unremitting battle with wisdom.

"You don't have to be so vigilant. Vilma never leaves her side, and Lord Yarucco is there. The Royal Castle also has patrols of Kingsguards, and there are no constraints whatsoever on the use of the King's army as a guard. Out of sight, your men must be moving, too."

Hannah Mari knows the truth about a night of out-of-house inflammation. I remember even hearing the sound of a sword trident in the distance while being hidden and protected by a fire extinguisher. You can't pay for the darkness without knowing the darkness, so whoever storms the murderer is also the murderer... Whose word was that? Whatever it is, it means Marco Hahato can outlive conspiracy.

"The king of this country lives a day in which he can enjoy his meal in peace of mind...... no?

"It must be."

I'm smiling. Fast. No longer does the signs of battle or anything like that make you feel fine dust, it shows only mild courtesy. That means wisdom retains flexibility. It means that you can respond to the odds.

"I can assure you of absolute safety if anyone accompanies you tonight, even in the unlikely event of danger"

When a wise man speaks of "absolute”, it is dangerous if it was based on him. Because there is no way I can fully grasp myself with any kind of wisdom. I can't avoid the smell of intoxication.

But if it was based on others...... that's fortunate. It would be moisturizing for both the surroundings and the person. Hannah Mari also smiled again.

"It's a reliable thing. I couldn't even tell you about my companion."

"No, it wasn't convenient for everyone. General Arnell cannot come urgently about the Kingsguard Corps, and my deputy is away from the King's Capital in the military. As for the secretary, he has been summoned in a separate matter, but within the Wang Dynasty. I could also force him back..."

"That's not true. The Salmant daughter wouldn't be amused if they interrupted her appointment."

"... is it rumored?

"Hehe, because they are both popular with the men of the Wang capital. Come on, stand up and go inside. Call those who wait outside. Let me show you around. Come on, come on."

Hannah Mari was in a hurry without saying yes or no. Sometimes I know that fortitude rolls circumference into smoke.

Because the second trick was inadvertently about to be exposed.

"Wow. Honestly, it doesn't translate. Why am I eating the King's noodles now? That's right. I'm sorry about that."

It's a man with a gold ring around his neck who's leaking feelings of being too honest. Name Kuster. He is a leading figure in the martial name of "Fire" and leads the light cavalry unit alongside his deputy Gikilrosa under Marco Hahato. I hear you made that Earl of Leo Salmant and said, "You can't win".

"I don't know either. Well, they're eating you, and you're not complaining, are you? If it's useful, there's plenty of it. Yes, we do."

This is a clear story. He is a big man of brilliant stature. Name is Oiva Otala. He has won a single knock as Count Peterius' nominee in the civil unrest ahead and earned his reputation as a samurai. He says his relationship with Marco Hahato is a long one. He was appointed infantry captain of the newborn Kingsguard Corps in Spring Military Personnel.

"No, you know, we both... I don't know about that language! The...... what do you think!?

Speaking with an attractive smile was General Ryu's chief of staff, Lauri. Formerly a pedestrian, he said he had shown great skill in the management of the Hackinen convoy and had also done much in the reconstruction and development of the northern part of the kingdom. The competent man had also heard from his father Henriki.

"Tonight this feast was opened by my very best. It's all about enjoying your meal. You just have to thank me for the food. It means not eating caricaturally and savoring well."

Hannah Mari laughed nicely as she carried the extra dish and split it it between herself. Paulina, it is accustomed to working in the kitchen with Burma in three breaths. But the chief of staff seems to be getting nervous. I just didn't want you to worry too much about the next trick.

"Courtesy of cooking, good! If Tasty Monsieur comes out three or four times a day, I'll be very welcome. I'll bow my head, and I might even say a prayer. Savory, Savory, Next with a spicy one."

"Right. The amount of each time is important to me. If it tastes good, you'll want to eat more and more."

"You know, both of you, that's what I'm urging you to do!? Oh, those sparkling eyes... Marco... not General Ryu! My Lord!"

"I think this is a good place for Marco."

"So, Marco, what do we do? Do something... can I come?

"I think you should eat without leaving it behind."

The plates flatten comfortably. Hannah Mari wrapped her arms around her and worked in the kitchen. Food culture is fundamental to production and consumption. Where we have pursued some fine quality, it makes no sense if it is not suitable for the great purpose of being full. You couldn't lose.

And win the fight...... the time for the setup begins.

Tea after meals gently envelops people with warm heat and fine incense. The swollen belly slows the thought. The time I entertained my tongue let my body and mind linger long after it was over. There is a sense of well-being associated with a slight drowsiness.

Four men sat in each face of satisfaction, and Hannah Mari and Paulina also took their seats. If the exchange of gratitude and thoughts had been relaxed, the place would have finally been here.

"I say if you know the table, you know the humans. Society is a collection of human beings, so after all, a rich society is what is promised by a rich table. It's not my business to talk politics, but I'll ask you through the table."

That's right, it preempts and fires a blow at the target.

"General Ryu. What do you think about the family?

"Is home…"

"You can say family. I hope your surrounding table is rich."

The confusion of the Four was seen. But it doesn't even get to alert. I'm full and drowsy to keep you from coming. That is exactly what it is called a gap. Hannah Mari releases words to activate a trick with her neck aligned around the target.

"Chief of Staff."

"Uh, ah, yes"

"I hear you're taking care of those who lost their husbands in the previous invasion of the Empire. I have a reputation for being very friendly."

"Yeah!? Reputation!?"

"You think shopping with three parents and kids is full of happy colors?"

"Oh, no, I can't believe you're a parent or a child... haha... something is so lit up. Mirka, you miss me so much, and, you know, I've been worried about that, too."

"It's okay. If we could smile at each other and watch each other fill the table, it would already be like family."

He sent a grin to the chief of staff who made him twist himself around, then turned his face to the big man.

"Captain Otara"

"Hmm? Oh, me too?

"I hear you're going to a small restaurant under the castle with your feet thriving. Actually, I have an affair with my mistress there."

"Well, what an odd encounter, or an odd fringe"

"I haven't seen you in a long time the other day and I've been in love with you for a long time. Looks like I'm counting on you a lot."

"I'm talking about a little more abusive guys these days... if you keep fighting, you keep fighting... well, if you can feel any relief with me, fine. Wow, that's great."

"It's okay. It is a pleasure to arrange thoughtful dishes on the table. Joy is what makes people hope."

I hope so, and I smiled at the big man looking at the universe with joy. I didn't tell her here, but the mistress is probably hosting a child. There were already signs of it. My chest warms up when I think of the day she reveals it.

"What, this flow... maybe next..."

Lord Kuster.

"Ya, I knew it"

To that stern man, who looks blatantly unpleasant, Hannah Mari first expressed her sympathy.

"Seed Horse"

"Huh!?

"I'm not saying… but I'd like to hear the sincerity of buying up a ton of toys and leaving them with a transport team heading north"

"Whoa!? Hey, how do you know that..."

"You wouldn't have packed it properly. Nearly half of it was damaged, and scattered and dispersed into other loads. Viscount Hackinen was having trouble handling it."

"Oh, man..."

"I saw her with me and Amalia. I saw her with a new toy. things, so I have also enclosed a number of cookware. I won't ask for details, but your delivery seems a little skewed."

"Ugh... why am I being scolded by the king's mother right now...?

I can't hate the way the women in there bump into each other. Reminds me of a box full of toys. They range from a toddler drum to a boy's wooden sword, which conveys the depth of love this man sends to his hometown. It was nice to buy a replacement from the city.

And... Hannah Mari sees the target.

Marco, smiling, blinked once and slowly.

I no longer needed words. Deep blue and purple colors are shaking in its eyes like the ocean of night, and now the shades sink to the bottom of the water. I don't see everything. But Hannah Mari knew something very similar to that.

It is the colour that the late husband, the late King Wilhelm, lived in his eyes for a long time. I have it. I see that.

It's a sad color.

It is neither the sweetness of self-derision nor the inclination of disgust, nor the lagging of pessimism or the absurdity of self-abandonment. Deeply and deeply settling sorrows and emotionally and physically painfully grieving sorrows are rooting behind the hearts and minds of younger than twenty years old.

Oh...... what was the authority of this young man and was he based on serious despair!

Hannah Mari trembled. By another blink. Though it hid, once sensed, it can no longer be forgotten. I can't take that pity. That makes me tremble.

Hannah Mari understood her failure. I don't think it was shallow. How can this be foreseen?

"Marco can eat my noodles. That kind of promise."

It was Paulina.

I look at Marco Hahato with straight eyes. No slight shaking.

"Right. As promised, I'm keeping you healthy."

He laughed small. That could have been a bitter laugh. But it was a beautiful laugh. It sounds similar to the sound of a bell, making your mind feel the lightness of the bird's wings. Hannah Mari listened. The men look the same when they see it.

"Talk about the beast, too?

"No... Everyone will learn more about what I think."

"Should I look forward to it?

"Come on...... what about that? I'd like you to live."

I hear just the two of you talking. No one can join it. It sounds like Ling Ling from a far height... like the heat of light in heaven and earth. That's what you bathe in. Out of the way, etc.

"Marco doesn't cook for you?

"We can make it edible. Except to make it delicious."

"I wish I could be more greedy"

"... you say hard things, you are"

Just listen. Listen to what you two can sound like. Only when did Hannamari pray.

Incense, don't dilute. Hot water, don't cool it. This is the time to enjoy your tea, keep going. Forever.

The sand flows when the gold and silver grains are fine. From now on, it passes far.

Difficult, and therefore spared. Hannah Mari kept praying.