Fly the Flag of Fire!

He's holding the reins and the spear on the horse.

The red robe is bright in the distance. The black shadow-colored light armor peeking beneath it snugly envelops his skinny. There is a red scarf wrapped around the neck to show slight skin whiteness. The sheath of the sword is also red. Blunt, decorative golden color shines here and there.

I wish I could take my helmet off. Gold and Zhu decorations are beautiful in the darkness of armor and alignment, but then I can't see his face well. I want to see it. I really do. I don't care about the life or death of that neck.

Marco Hahato.

Two eyes glow brilliantly in the shadow of the iron helmet. Like a dark surface swallowed by light, its colour is the purple of mystery... No, does the sway rather resemble fire? Should I say purple flame? Is it burning in purple color even though it brings red together?

"Beautiful... really beautiful"

Margarita leaked her exhale without hesitation.

"What would it taste like if it was in your mouth?

It was comfortable enough to tremble just imagine. Let your tongue play in your mouth and squeal your throat. There was a loud noise out of my mind. I think it might have been a little rough. Put your hands on your mouth. Touch the lips in the shape of a grin.

Oh...... fast.

The sky is teasing and clear, and the wind carries the coolness of the sea from the west. To the south of his back, arrange the white and holy three thousand horsemen as his own, and to the north in front of him, watch as the red and fierce three thousand horsemen shape the line around him.

This is the promised land. This is the face to face of a promise.

Margarita slowly proceeded with the horse as she savored the pleasure. Single rider. I took off my helmet as I progressed. Shake your head and get the wind out of your grey hair. Hands over a little bit. Keep what covers your right eye. Not yet.

"Ugh... naturally. You want to see me, too. That's why you're here."

In acknowledgment of him advancing in a single ride in the same way, the margarata deepened his grin. There is still a long way to go. I have an understanding as the one who leads the army. It's inherently boneless. That's what didn't even bother Margarita right now.

I knew that the distance of interrogation between his people and himself would not make sense. The more grain I put into view, that was no different than close enough to touch my hand. It was like if we stared at each other, it would melt and mix.

The immense ones... there was the senseless sensation of the others.

Only he who can see the whole of him is himself. He is the only one who can see the whole of himself. There are viewpoints that can only be shared with him and the world just lies low and small under his eyes. The recognition is fun. If we just stare at each other, we can, by the way, get a spectacular view of the world's heights.

Still, the margarata wanted to step forward. I wanted him to move forward. We wanted to be the only two horsemen against the backdrop of three thousand horsemen each other. I was convinced that it was natural to do so.

Sora, he also took off his helmet.

Darker dark hair drips than darkness at night and descends without sound on his forehead or cheeks that lights more white than moonlight. Once scratched up with that hand...... his beautiful face is there. I'm laughing. Lips depict loneliness in the shape of an upper-string bowed moon, eyes wide open to magnify the spirit authority of purple flame.

If we shot, we stopped moving towards each other by approaching the distance that we would also reach the arrows. I can tell you how deserving this time is without needing to make an offer. I'm facing north and south and I'm getting winds from the west. The day lights up slightly from the east.

Come on, the world. Don't look.

Between the two horsemen, they stare into each other's eyes only, using all things as a background, not as one of the things that separates them.

This one occasion will be the epitome of culture! It will be the top of history! It would be the ultimate in beauty!

With so much joy on his face that he wanted to scream out, Margarita enjoyed this golden time. I bathed myself in the glory of being at the heart of the world, awed and beheld. Now at this moment, I was convinced that nothing else was worthwhile.

"That's nice...... really nice. That's what you think."

Tell him to take a sigh. I won't wait to hear back. I don't even have to.

"Only you and I are beautiful. After that everything is a pile of dust. Mustard plains. Starch River. Life of the scraps. All the nasty stuff."

I frown upon the sorrows of Superman and vent my heart. Play the luxury of being able to do it.

"This world is pathetically miserable... foolishness is a blessing. If you were intoxicated by the raw without knowing anything, that would make you very happy. No matter how funny and ugly you are, you won't have to save yourself without a mirror of wisdom. If you're going to flock to death dancing the ungodly in a dirty way... yes... that must be mercy. At least."

I shrugged my shoulders under my white battle jacket. A special armor made a noise. Among the various technologies that the Church does not contribute to and monopolize continental culture are also metallurgical moves. The memory of the brave men of the past finds out about it.

The kingdom of Asuria, the Everian Empire and, if compared to the history of the Church, so are the babies. Many nations have repeatedly suffered upheavals on the continent even before the two nations were built. There was also a foolish country. Some countries were excellent. None of them remain as one more. All the supervised churches survive beyond the ruthlessness of time.

It's like a dry, cold breeze blowing as a shock… The memory of the brave people of the diaspora who sleep in the great treasure of memory tells Margarita not to deny it. It is powerful to hear and know as a price for rare power.

Every heartbeat, it roars from the inside of the body.

It's a song. It's a crying song. Once you hear it, it's over.

I've been informed. The truth hidden in the Summer of Fantasy. I get it. That it's been a long time since I wanted to live in this world. If you don't know, live happily ever after.

Humanity is worthless. Life is pointless.

The common sense of those who sit high on the island of the Holy Grail is so cold and powerless that there is no place for it. The examination of the soul is terribly suited to the cold logic of serving the brave as an artifact. In fact, Margarita wonders if those are the dead. If there was a line of boundaries between life and death, first of all because you are definitely on the side of death.

That is why humanity is worthless. That's why life is meaningless. It was a very difficult story at all.

"There's really nothing more I can do... I hate you"

I threw my nothingness low and breathed my horse's air into my empty heart.

"So at least, we enjoy it. that we are the ones who have the right to enjoy it."

It is a dance that was not previously established due to its own impudence, but at this time today the position may rather be the opposite. Margarita expressed that pride in her eyes and even looked at him with kindness. In terms of strength and weakness, I knew the difference was obvious.

I am a brave man. He seems like a brave man, but he doesn't. It doesn't look like he's a demon. Whether you are a demon or not, you cannot be beautiful. Because demons are demons, they are blasphemy that erodes people's lives.

And the margareta sighs. Poor Marco Hahato and.

However beautiful, I think of eyes that are only purple in color. Extrapolate the quantity of life that lives there. High was known. It can be assumed that he is only a newcomer, even though he is beyond men.

How about a sense of time when you look at a hundred years as a flash?

Historical memory of doom counting Baidu?

Whether brilliant enough to fall in love or pathetic, he is only a risen man in the Garden of Transcendence. The brave man's immense longevity and crumbs are all the rage. Still busy like an exchange, dust and sweat fly.

Still, now the supreme men and women in this world must have led each other's armies to patrol.

Dance fast and windy. Let's dance to draw a beautiful orbit. Margarita felt spared as she called to his heart with her eyes.

Because this one-time dance ends with his death. Because Margarita came to kill him. Because I have no intention of ending the life of a brave man without making his death my own.

"Come on... it's beautiful the beginning of our last hour"

I offered my hand to ask him out.

"You came to dance with me. Even if this boring world is on stage, at least, you want to jump with the best opponents."

Add no more grin. Speak to his heart with all your heart.

Come on, rejoice. I'll deal with you. I, the Superman, will luxuriously use this limited time to enrich the treasure with you. This is one miracle. We're the only ones allowed to play miracles.

Oh, my God, he's smiling. I get a response.

"That's depressing."

... Oh?

Now... what did he say?

Margarita leaned her neck slightly with a grin as she seemed to have misheard the words. He stays smiling. I'm glad, I thought I said. I guess so. Naturally. This is a delightful occasion for consent to be given.

His words continued to be uttered. Listen carefully.

"I thought it was a battlefield imitation and quietly asked, but without a name, there is no claim to legitimacy. It was ringing with pleasure for a long time...... I mean, it was just stupid. We want sympathy and empathy. Like a child tells a doll his fantasies...... no, you don't. I said rude things."

He shook his head. I looked like I was in trouble. I can see that. I can see that. It can be seen crumbling until the dark hair is shaken and every very thin bottle is dancing. The purple eyes were slightly lowered and the riddled eyebrows lifted slightly.

But what are you talking about?

With that beautiful sounding voice, what are you talking about?

"I was rude to the child. of them. It protects the weak self now, and all of this is a means of patience to be brave. We should have likened another. Right...... how about a child connection, a fable or something?

Margarita was just taking what she could hear into her ear, not knowing what look to give her.

"According to the fable told in the bedtime story, Huang Baobi is a treasure bird beneficial to man, as an ugly bird who is inhospitable to hear."

Without being able to do anything about the hand that remains offered, listen. They ask me why.

"He said that hiding in the unreachable mountains also led him down to the earth, invited by a song that praised him. If she sings, she wears the leaves of medicine, and if she sings, she sits on the throne of firewood."

I spun the words exactly as I sang, and made my laughter bounce small.

"Now, was your satisfied neck dropped? Or did you stay connected? In any case, the birds were burned. Delicious meat is nourishing, hard and sharp bones are tools, and the jewels that were swallowed and stored in the belly are just treasures to property and everything that surrounds them. You've been foolish enough to see and hear... did people say thank you?"

My eyes narrowed. The purple glow also appears to have been strengthened rather by being so. Burning flaming petals flashing across the boundaries of my eyes. Intense, and hot. What a delight. And it is fierce everywhere.

"You too... well done"

Did I throw fire out of my mouth? No. It flashed brightly. That's his tongue. Why did you see that? Margarita groaned because she knew why. My hand shook toward him. I fought. Blood caught my eye.

Small, quick, he nodded his tongue.

His story is now melting in the back of his brain. Meaning came through. He laughed furiously. My body trembled. The battle crippled my heart. My breath is stuck.

Magically fierce purple flame glance… it is the eye of the hunter.

Mouths that loosen to demonic delight...... that's a grin in front of prey.

The margarata screamed briefly. This is the promised land, and now it should have been the promised time. In a world sinking into despair, the only hope was to play here with him. He was supposed to scorn all human beings and gather those envies to make him and his two glossy appearances.

Besides, I wanted to be a brave man because I could see him again.

I want to burn myself in those beautiful eyes. I want to be recognized. We want to be two people who have each other, and we want to die... and that's why we accepted to be instruments of the Church.

"That's... this. Is that the answer?"

The armor of special steel is ringing. My teeth are ringing in my mouth as well. The shaking of sight is insane.

"Is that what your, against me, words are! You mean it's the heart!!

He stuck out his severely spasmodic hand and tried to hold his skull, which could not have reached him.

Evaded?

No, this is the distance. He turned his face and scratched up his hair.

"Don't hesitate if you still want to. I'm only for the brave men you live in."

Oh...... what a terrible thing about that look! The purple glow now emits polar sharpness that can be neither hot nor cold air. I'm setting a goal.

"I will no longer let you escape, no matter what you draw to this land… I will serve you, the arrow of God who has been unleashed"

Who is this person? This man who unites the flames and connects the footage like an illusion.

Salomon, you are. Is it you who should have perished in the holy flames?

Are you saying that Marco Hahato is the demon who dwells on the life of Salomon Hahato, his fruit?

A demonic blue blue blue blue blue, similar to both Aotearoa and Aotearoa... an awesome fiery flame that just burns down the world itself, centered on the spiritual authority of its colour... Dark hair, shaking without wind, represents burnt despair, and clear white skin represents incompleteness of wonder that is not dependent on God... once and still pierces human wrath in front of the brave?

"Such a thing... such a discretion... something to be forgiven... can't be forgiven"

Having reworn his helmet with nothing to talk about anymore, he returns his horse's neck as a refreshment to his complacent disloyalty and returns all to the battlefield of horseback riding putting together a red battle robe. The backs exposed to defenselessness are incensed with arrogance.

Ouch.

Being turned away made my chest burst with pain and tormented the margarata.

"... look at that"

Fine, constant, such words came out of my mouth.

"Look at that. Look at me. I've become a brave man... more beautiful than anyone, better than anyone... praise me. Admit it. Make me feel better. I... am not dirty... I am a beautiful, beautiful margareta. Because he's a brave man. That's right... he's a brave man...?

My vision seeped with water droplets and blurred. I couldn't see him. I wanted to see it often.

So I put my hands on an intrusive cover. Here it is. It looks good without even this. As long as I take this off, I can fully open myself to the world. That's right. It's easy. There is nothing to be cowardly about. Isn't it a one-sided story?

My breath was rising. Because of the excitement. Imminent happiness makes it so. Margarita thought it would be improper to rough her nose, but she thought it wouldn't matter anymore. I don't care about those details anymore.

Strengthen. Because you have the power, that's fine.

"Look at me... look at me! Marco Hahato!!"

I grabbed what covered the right half of my face and threw it away.

The magic of ten thousand colors struck him like a running stream. Not only that, but also swallowed the three thousand horsemen across from him. Or I even think you covered all the northern lands as it were. It's a pleasant imagination.

Margarita laughed.

I was convinced that the time had come to taste happiness.