Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Young, are you sure?!?

While listening to his deputy's voice on his back, Lucas Uliharsilla goes down the corridor of the territorial castle. It's already a war outfit. Soon the sword on my hips is making a sound. He gripped the pattern upside down with his left hand, allowing the sound to flourish.

"Instructions from the King's Capital called for the passage of the Brave Men and the Holy Grail Knights! You haven't forgotten anymore, have you?!? You know!?

Nod loudly just once. I didn't want to open my mouth. When I opened it, I was going to throw up a fire.

"I know, you're leaving!? I know what it means to point a spear at that... you're leaving!?

Without answering, intensify the shoe sound and proceed. Thermal breath is leaking from the gap between the eating teeth.

"Young, are you sure!? That's it! That's why you're so young!!

I opened the door.

The castle garden had a brave sight.

Covering the rigidity of armor as refreshing with a battle coat, with his helmet aside and neat, yet his brave pneumonia stands up like smoke. Everyone with heavy or light clothes or no family name shines their eyes equally sharply and strongly.

Under cloudy weather pulsing dull, there is a noise that beats the drum. There is a strong wind flying the territorial flag. It seems as if the family crest of the Uliharsilla family is roaring for the world. Lucas thinks it must be.

Then even try to put it into words. Trying to represent the flames that have dwelt in this body. Lucas inhaled heavily.

"Gather here, the mighty men of Uliharsila! I ask! My lords are the ones who live in battle!

If he asked with a loud voice, he answered with a "response" as if he were an anger.

"If I were you, I'd know! A martial arts is the only way to show its true worth in order to protect the unscrupulous who are wearing steel and who are proud of themselves! We are samurai! If I were you, I'd know! The smell of violent rot!!

I held my fist. I wouldn't have enjoyed it if I hadn't.

"Brave and Holy Grail Knights...... Definitely hard to forgive!!

My armor is ringing. My fist is trembling in anger.

"His men burned the village of Kalisalmi territory with the holy flag! That it's because you refused to give me supplies! Is that sin? Is that punishment? Stupid! Where is the sacrament that makes you look like a bandit, takes it away, and sets fire to it! Neither heaven nor earth nor man will ever recognize such an act! I will not allow human dignity to be trampled upon by violence! It's hard to believe that it was exchanged by a bunch of people who flagged God!!

The left fist is a sword pattern unchanged. It's still ringing. It was the first time.

"Ask again! The mighty men of Uliharsila! My lords are the ones who live bravely!

If I barked and asked, I tried to bite and "respond" was screamed.

"If I were you, I'd know! Bravery dares to say the temper to face difficulties! No need to plan or give up! Be brave to pierce the right path you feel, even if you lose your life, without ever being frightened!!

fist up into the sky. I wanted to appeal to what lay ahead.

"O brave Kalisalmi Leader Army guerrillas...... look at that!!

My chest armor is even ringing. Or let's have a fever.

"They burned themselves in anger and were the first to challenge a disastrous army! That first the cavalry, and then the infantry, fought with their swords waved in its fierceness! We chased and attacked until we split up the smaller crowd. Is that impotent? Reckless? No! Because I couldn't help it! That's exactly what human warfare is! Life, if it is honorable, burns hard at times! What is heating us now is the flame of their lives!!

Finally, I pulled out my sword backwards. I switched it to both hands and placed it on the upper level.

"We'll fight!!

That was an oath. Take your vows to the warriors who are already in heaven.

"Neither the brave nor the Knights of the Holy Grail, I admit it! I assure you that we are all forces of evil! Nine hundred and fifty heroes who didn't run away as one and just left no one behind teach it hot while doing this! My life is burning with them! Fight! We can't help but fight! Even if the Church is slandered by heretical demons... how can we not fight now and have all the proud raw!!

The roar rose from no one, and it soon became something that was released from everyone's mouth into heaven. Lucas screamed again, too. I couldn't help but scream.

Wind, blow and storm. Clouds, get pregnant with thunderstorms and storm.

That's exactly what I deserve. Now the lives of the fierce are in flames.

"The enemy will be the Brave and the Holy Grail Knights! Uliharsila Leader, let's go!!

If Lucas waves his sword down to the south, a storm of martial arts will wreak havoc on the Castle, and five thousand of the leaders stationed here in the capital will dare to carry out arbitrary military action. No compulsion whatsoever. That is the readiness of 5,000 people to take shape.

And I wasn't lonely. When he left the capital, there was an army that joined him. Four sword square designs on the flying flag… Knights of the Sword Horn.

"Glad to hear it, but is it good? This is a battle that ignores military orders..."

If Lucas asked more than on horseback, likewise more than on horseback, the Knights chief answered.

"If it's something that causes chaos during normal times, let's also stop it. But the battle is already happening. Isn't that right?

"Um... I hear His Excellency General Ryu led the fire and advanced through the Wang capital. I think the instruction to let the brave man pass was probably something on his mind. I think so..."

"You don't have to be patient. Young people have a human truth in their judgment. I don't know that, General Ryu. I don't think so."

"... um. I believe in His Excellency General Ryu."

"Then let us march valiantly. It's not like we have to leave this fight to someone else."

And the army goes. It is a magnificent march by the five thousand of Uliharsila's army and three thousand of the Knights of the Sword Horn.

Lucas and the others aimed at a fort on the western side of the interYuriharsila Kalisalmi border. It became an important military base in the civil unrest ahead. What was temporary is now reinforced and permanent, and supplies are gathered. Some garrisons consist of a thousand people.

The Brave and the Holy Grail Knights are about to cross the western side of the realm. I still use the march route during the civil unrest. This is the path consciously prepared by the Kalisalmi and Eteramaki armies for the Temporary Fort. Suitable for large army movements.

Far from the territorial capital to the fort. One line hurries ahead with the idea of overlapping military discussions on the road.

"Young, the enemy is only the cavalry. Or it could lead us to the fort before us. If that happens, garrisons who do not know our movements will respond to static observation or supplies… and if successful, they may be able to strike."

If a deputy officer gave an opinion on the horse, it was still the Knights on the horse who answered.

"I don't mind the small work in the steeple. There are places where our common sense does not apply to the actions of the brave and the Knights of the Holy Grail. In the first place, in a thousand, the fact that it is best served by protecting the fort. If read, they threaten to drop the fort all at once."

Lucas is in a position to listen to them and make decisions. He is in command as he advances his horse.

"Pass the word to the fort! Don't be alarmed by the Brave and the Holy Grail Knights! While it's fundamental to cage in a fort, throw it away and retreat in case! This is an order in the name of Lucas Ulyhalsilla!

Let the light cavalry precede you in groups of three. You can't be caught off guard even in your own territory.

"Young lady, please be careful not to be alarmed. Nearly double the force difference does not guarantee victory either. The Knights of the Holy Grail's martial arts are nothing short of unrivalled, and once brave men had no tactical disadvantage as objects. With that in mind, you might want to use your territory more deeply than to challenge a showdown in one place."

The words of the Knights Commander were a surprise to Lucas. I saw your face unexpectedly.

"I know how you feel, but that's reality. We should also take into account the fact that the Salmant army in the Kalisalmi territorial garrison has not pursued it. Regardless, there may be circumstances in which His Excellency Counts Kalisalmi Salmanto and Kalisalmi Salmanto will be in the King's capital… I am concerned about the remaining force in the territory of Eteramaki. The Knights of the Holy Grail are not an army full of 5,000 horsemen. Please know that our actions can cause unexpected disaster."

The allegations impacted Lucas' blind spot and were enough to remind his fierce mind of the coolness of what he commanded. Nod slowly.

"Young people, if you want to take advantage of the local interests, you can also have a hand in multifaceted ambushes of soldiers. It would also be effective to set up jamming bases or temporarily cut the streets. It may also come as a surprise that the majority will engage in a disturbing march."

What the deputy has suggested in various ways is, in other words, retardation tactics. That is a familiar way of fighting for the Uliharsila Army. When Lucas' father, Klaus Uliharsilla, was a National Army marshal, he carried out a great deal against the invasion of the Imperial Army. The technical accumulation is also used to train the leadership.

Lucas conceived. Instead of tidying your brains with a military strategy. To hear what sounds in my heart. With no need for advice, face something that burns in prosperity and doesn't heat up your body and mind.

"... if I don't hit the force, I feel blown away"

It was a word from the Red Heart.

"Interest is what you expect to earn above reason, isn't it? I cannot be justified by the brave. Same goes for love. Death rushes to scorn man's sincerity and integrity... overwhelming, unspeakable violence looms from the south... I don't feel that way"

If I stuck one hand forward, I still had something to spray cold on the flat of my open hand.

"That's scary."

I shrugged unexpectedly.

"He said there are enemies ahead... but I can't see the look on his face. Whether you're trying to imagine a confrontation, you can feel something just dazzling and facing the light of violence that contours people. I can't put it into words well, but I'm sure it will be a battle of madness in death. The thought of sacrifice makes me feel guilty, and I want to scream out... but I still have an urge I can't help but resist. It's a hot-rolling struggle. I think this is a gift."

I put a cold hand on my chest. It was warm.

"I feel like we can only fight his enemies by pounding this heartfire. What matters is momentum. Momentum is the biggest weapon. It may seem helpless, but shouldn't we join forces and run into enemies?"

If you asked while looking at the southern skies, a strong endorsement came over both sides.

"Let's fight as young as we feel."

"The pride of a knight with four sword squares, I leave it to the young lady"

Nodding, Lucas inhaled his breath heavily. I don't throw up right away, I accumulate, I throw up slowly and slowly. There was something enriching the lower part of the umbilical area. As long as there is strength there, I can be a warrior. I can wave a martial arts.

Lucas bit his back teeth hard. The reins, and the horse held the spear tight.

There was agitation.

It was secretly unspoken, but it only strengthens over the day of the reign ceremony of the new king. Even though the glorious future is peering into the clouds, I can't help but think of a pathetic world for some reason that I also see the way to get there... the cause is the change of one person.

Dragon General Marco Hahato has changed.

Since this spring, Lucas had felt as if he had become different from before. It is the same for appearance. There is no change in manipulation or behavior. But the atmosphere is different. What echoes in Lucas's mind has transformed.

Is he, perhaps, about to die spectacularly?

Lucas even thinks about that sometimes. It is a suspicion that cannot be revealed to anyone, but my father Klaus felt that he had similar thoughts. The other day, I was looking at clothes and ornaments and pressing them against him, but my tongue that I was formatted as a nobleman was only an excuse. He also called for a merchant in bedding.

He... more meritorious than anyone else, is he going to live the world where it is the fruit of it?

Are you going to have a gentle smile and take a nap when it's all over?

Once Lucas saw Marco Hahato as a well-behaved, not-so-gaping hero. He saw it as if he was standing at the edge of reason. While I was comfortable with the brilliance, I wanted to know what he meant. Because I wanted to feel deeper and stronger the greatness of those who cut through and pioneered the new age.

But what I actually saw had betrayed Lucas' expectations.

He was beautifully awesome by making it more like a burning flame, but from there the excitement with the flickering and fierceness peeked in, and the flames that used to make him feel refined are now sprayed wide and strong around him like a rough heat storm. The authority is overwhelming. It is exactly what keeps the times coming.

Everyone can't be deposited. The sharp are sharp, and the dull are dull, boiling their own flesh to experience exaltation. No matter what you follow or stand on, you will not be able to stay. I think a lot of people will have a passion.

But it's ruinous.

Not against others or the world. Though his measures and strategies are fiercely harsh against anyone without distinction between enemy allies, Lucas finds a kind of love there. Like stepping on wheat to strengthen rooting, tapping and stretching the sword of red fever, the signs of a whip, whether harsh or harsh, are quite incensed there. In fact, the kingdom is ushering in a powerful new era.

It's him. It's about himself. The unusual appearance must not seem to be trying to corrode and burn itself down. There's that kind of craziness... and Lucas is in pain.

How can he not pursue his personal happiness as one?

Someone has to stop him. I have to do a little on my behalf. I have to give him a break. Otherwise he will perish... emit an unlimited amount of heat, burn and train the world... and I'm sure there will be nothing left. I leave nothing behind. It must be as if you were going to put yourself on fire and disappear with ashes.

Such is the time when he gives mediocre instructions in this emergency of the coming of the brave. Let it go irresistibly. It's not like him at all. Preliminary and thorough measures were available for the “Cold Moon” raid shortly after the Bow Changwon. Is it because this time it was outside the forecast? Lucas doesn't think so.

Doesn't he wish to confront the brave himself?

And isn't that a battle to avoid... the beginning of some irrevocable tragedy?

Lucas has such a hunch, and now he's going south. The Knights Commander's words were Lucas's thoughts as they were. This battle cannot be left to someone. Even if that's General Dragon Marco Hahato... rather if it's him, I don't think he should be left to it.

So hurry. Go south.

Unalarmingly and incessantly remain wary of enemies who, even far away, still exert creepy pressures. Don't let fear defeat you, don't let anxiety frustrate you, inspire courage by burning your life to the ground. It produces more heat than the cold. Lucas can fight.

The further you go, the more backwards you get, the more you love it all. Good people of the Marquis of Uliharsilla live their days. You can't expose their routine indefensibly to evil violent groups.

Far rear, in the north, are some of the beloved. She is the most adorable Julius boy in the world with her sister Amalia and brother-in-law Daniel. I don't want the braves to come any closer.

Fight. Lucas fights with the heat rolling in his heart all the way to his fingertips.

Hurry. Go south. Faster. Faster.

Five thousand Yuriharshira's army and three thousand Knights of the Sword Horn, which departed from the territorial capital, did not make it, though they proceeded like arrows while using the barracks operated throughout the territory.

The fort was burning with black smoke up.

Thousands of garrisoned men had been devastated by the time they were unbroken. There wasn't an attack around the fort. If so, you would have made it. It is a Uliharsila army that was swept up to the shield of the kingdom. Strong in defense. I'm good at caged castles.

It was a field fight. Thousands who should be caged in forts somehow set up battles, and not a single soldier was destroyed without returning to the fort. The braves took some of the fort's supplies on it and burned everything that remained. He did what he did in a village in Kalisalmi territory against a fortress with a military base.

With darkness looming, the wind is a breeze that runs eastward, including the tide of the purple cloud sea, from the west. The smoke in the fort rises black, leaning gray, as if to herald that the battle that is about to begin will end with the ruin of one side.

The brave men and the Knights of the Holy Grail, their number, four thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven horsemen.

It is only a triumph of damage, having already fought two battles and wiped out roughly two thousand troops. It lays a horizontal line of total cavalry as loneliness without the colour of fatigue.

The confrontation was to blossom the bloodshed of a tragic death fight.