Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Really, this world isn't going to be good at everything...... whatever you do, it's going to be a mix of innocent things, so I don't like it"

In the midst of a manoeuvring battle to expose herself at high speed, the margareta was messing with the tip of her white hair.

"I'm sure it's because it's a loser-built boxyard. The soil, the water, the air, they're all messing with us."

Find the branch hair and pull it out. Let it ride in the wind, and I'll be delighted to see it blow away.

"Even miracles do. Three miracles given to the brave...... all of which are halfway through this. Memories are annoying enough to make you feel bad, and the Holy Knight is no different than a man's soldier. It is not clear whether this right eye is effective or not. I honestly expected you to think I was stupid."

Leave one sigh to those who will soon pass through this space.

"In the end, you don't give away everything you've been given. I can't believe that anyone who is grasped, recorded, and brave can reproduce it... is a scarred usage. Can't you just teach someone something really great? Because it's supposed to be something that only I can have."

Seeing a group of light cavalry chasing them with red while resting on the horse. In the wake of this velocity, the flag and clothes are continuously sounding like they would slap something. It looks exactly like a burning flame. The outer periphery sways, jumps, and wrecks it when it involves the Holy Knight, even as it clumps into one mass. Should I say I'm going to burn it down?

"You want me."

If it were to be hit by that heat, the margarator affirmed.

"Whatever you say with your mouth, whatever you do to make me look like a boring bareback, you can't hide that truth that wants me. Something that conveys passion. You've been looking for me. He's been after me. I can't help it."

Smile. Glossy. I accidentally let about two hundred horsemen of the Holy Knight attack me. Put your finger on it.

He grinned deeper and put back two hundred rides, as he tried to swallow it healthy and burn it. I have been doing this several times since earlier. Don't forget to let them burn a little so they don't piss you off. Should I say I will not forget the firewood that comes to the fire?

I counted the remainder of the Holy Grail Knights in my brain. I'll know that soon enough. Two thousand four hundred thirty-three rides. The number lost due to the initial confusion is significant. So they broke the line and reduced the number. Many individuals are running but injured.

"That's nice. That's how you want me. I can't believe you sent your body, not your heart, even though it's a little barbaric to courtship."

The red cavalry group, which functions with him as its core, has barely reduced its number. Strong stuff. The name Fire Firing suits me well. Margarita loved the virtue of its prestige. Because I find it passionate. Because I feel beautiful.

This poor, cold world filled as far as I can see… a world that is less than doomed… something worthy of note is very rare.

So who is the most beautiful and worthy man in the world? It's Marco Hahato.

So who is the most beautiful and worthy woman in the world? It's me. Who else but me?

So I want to see it. So I see him. I see him, just him.

I can tell by making sure the margareta has his condition in hand. You can see him through the white and red horseback riding and ignore the distance, as there is no dust. You can stare at him from the front, from the diagonal front, from the side left and right, at the same time. You can watch him be ridiculous on horseback.

Because I thought about the sight of the Saints, but I kept it. It's a phenomenon that has never been explained to anyone. The "Jihad bond” had led to the demonstration of wonders beyond existing here.

"Follow me hard, Marco Hahato. A little more... I'll hold you in a little while"

There was an imaginary arrangement of horseback riding behind my brain.

In this field, where everyone and he all rush to the south with their horse heads, there is a red group led by him in the center. In a state that is going to be chased and broken through by it, the white population is splitting left and right.

Margarita tilts her little neck, I think.

Would he have noticed it was time too? This situation is under siege.

It is perfectly right to target the brave self. The Holy Grail Knights would stop fighting if they lost their brave men. Gilly was on the same path as a spare to not be, but she got hurt but threw it away already for it. His aim is finally to get it right. Because you can destroy the whole thing by competing for one.

But that's an obsession. Weakness is where passion tends to go hand in hand with strength. It must cloud his sharp brilliance and narrow his vast horizons. Even if it's temporary.

"Love brings people to a glance. It's the first time."

Laugh. Margarita laughs at his cuteness. It's not fun.

"Oh? No, wait a little longer?

One snake emerged from the flames that revolved around him. It's a group of about 500 horseback riders. It pivoted to the right to break the walls of the siege, but the spears often clashed, trying to get bounced back into the original flames.

Then there were about five hundred rides on the other side as well. It bounces back hard too. As if I were to pay for my hands around my waist at the feast of the night.

"Wonder if your prized cavalry doesn't work? You look so tough...... ugh...... is it really weird?

I couldn't get over it, I raised my chin and laughed. And say.

"Fine, I'll just show you a few things to figure out what's going to happen...!

Aware of about ten horsemen. Instead of issuing an attack order as before. Capture the power that the Ten Horsemen accumulate in each body. Is that even supposed to be a potential, or the power of life itself?

Either way, I'm sure the creature is hidden to survive. I'll reveal it.

"Ruoooooo!!

Ten sudden horsemen rushed wildly. He shook up his spear and went into the red crowd...... into the burning flames. Something flew right away. Is it a shard of fire because it is red? No, the upper body of the cavalry with the spear. Fly with all the other things. The neck of the horse, the bloodshed, some part of the limb... Was what is now the neck of the Holy Knight?

If I wondered how many rides I would have taken in an attempt by ten horsemen, I learned from over a thousand sights that the information had been scrutinized, and that forty-seven horsemeat servings of human flesh had arisen.

"Also, you look like that... you're surprised, aren't you? You're really not being honest."

This was also another new form of miracle. It is Margarita's impression that “jihadist bonds” and “emotional infections” were used together to make them a more far-fetched substitute. I wonder if you have a good name.

"Well... I don't know about the" mad dance ”. As a disposable use of life, there would be no more, would there?

Laugh. Margarita laughs. I felt like I finally got my favorite toy.

"Though it breaks as soon as you let it run wild for a breath as it is now... don't you think that's nice too? Oh, it's okay, it's okay? I'm not gonna do that to all of them yet. The Holy Knight who is now surrounding you is only slightly strengthening his senses and muscles..."

I wiped the overlaughed or tear-producing eyes with my coat. You shouldn't blur your vision. I look at him with many eyes, but the eyes he stares at are his own. It is unacceptable to be ugly.

Two blinks, see the world. See the fast-paced spectacle of white wrapping red.

I wonder what a beautiful and noble landscape it is.

His flaming passion is exactly what that red deserves. The only passion that would be ugly if the others expressed it is only nice in him. Holy white is what you deserve when you lean on it. Be like a bride who takes an oath before God.

White hair, white armor, white military horse, white, white, white...... red.

"Oh...?

I also had red. Part of the coat was red and dirty. There is no way of getting blood back. I have not been injured or anything like that. Yet red. White clothes are dirty with the colour of blood.

Eyes.

If I thought so, I touched the edge of my right eye, and there was little blood accumulating there, and I taught Margarita that the identity of the tears from earlier was blood. Make me think of it and play my tongue in my mouth. It tastes warm and iron. Even though he wanted to spit it out, he stepped on the thought of the nasty spitting on the ground.

"It's already... it's a long time ago..."

I removed the cloth and cleaned my eyes. What was in my mouth swallowed. Smile. Shape yourself proud to be the most beautiful.

"Fun is a moment. That it's a nasty world, really"

On giving up one more thing, Margarita decided to hold him tight. Begin the glorious and tragic ceremony. Because time for that should still be left.

The flame where he is showing the world with his gestures… extinguish it first.

Not in the normal way. The fact that water only adds momentum halfway through is the same as real fire. That army must gain more momentum the more it attacks. He repeatedly sends a force of resistance to the left and right after letting him enter the ten horsemen who are mad at the moment, and gets slapped and punches it back.

It's very prestigious. It must hit the extinguishing fire with big water at once. The power for this can be prepared with the "Mad Dance”. Specifically, about 2,000 spears would suffice.

Throw the spear.

Send a throwing spear with mad force from all directions, east, west, north, south, and west, and then pull out the sword and let it go in.

"It's okay, I'm not gonna hit you. I'm also going to make the break-in to such an extent that you won't be killed. Strike out every single fire you smoke with the rest of the Holy Knight... so you and I can cross swords at the end of the day?

Exhaled. Expectant exhalation. What was going to happen was too nice.

"Oh, a disgusting face. I knew you could hear me... Ugh... I don't mind. If you're listening, that's fine. Because I don't need a reply to a good word."

Swallow the mixed spit of the taste of blood, shouting his chest out, the margarata tried to come to the ceremony of extinguishing the fire.

But I couldn't.

It should have already been surrounded. As he drew his eyes to this side of the south, he drove the outer circumference of the east and west north to the two hundred and fifty horsemen at a time. I let him go around. For the purpose of liding to the north.

I'm not blocking the north.

Fewer than two hundred horsemen fire cavalry are in the way. Working stubbornly like a wedge in the narrow space of a white gate trying to close. It interferes with the performance of beautiful rituals.

"This......!

Tongued by the alarm of all the attention paid to him, Margareta remembered to intensify the offensive against the Saints attacking from left to right. I still can't use enough “madness” to destroy myself. Still, a few things in the way should crush them for no reason.

I can't crush it. On the contrary, it pushed me in. Left and right simultaneously.

Exactly the gate that was closed opens. The venue reserved for myself and him is disrupted.

"Ah! How could you!?

He's leaving.

With the horse's head facing south, a group of reds retreats toward the open gate. I'm trying to slow down and get out of the gate. The gate won't close. I get out of there. Margarita screamed something. I reached out to him.

I couldn't. I'm out. He has left the venue. It was supposed to be the best ceremony, from this ceremony by horseback riding.

"Again... this... this..."

Something bubbled at the edge of my mouth. My vision blurred red.

It's just him.

He was the only one who existed beautifully in this world for the miserable and pathetic defeated. Everything else was ugly. Even before I became a brave man. I was struck by his beauty, disgusted myself that I didn't deserve to stand before him, and still had a sacramental examination where I wanted to get him somehow.

I didn't even have to consider the dangers and the price of becoming a brave man. The only question was if I could stand in front of him or not. That was life and death. If you become a brave man, you can show up before him. Even raw for a very short period of time can show glorious presence. I couldn't have said no. Happily came to the ritual. I drank down the psychotropic.

The result is this?

Relatively speaking, they are softened, they do not pass where the miracle of the right eye is used, and they escape even if they leap together his preferred manoeuvrable battle.

No one or him... no, I don't care about such an elephant... he's the only one... even he who has set himself aside as the only one?

Margarita stripped her teeth and expressed her anger. Disappeared from my mind, such as character. It didn't matter anymore if something melted and fell off on my chin, on my cheek, hot. All I had was anger. That's all I had left.

"... Kon... na... the world. No!!

I turned the horse's head north, toward him. It is not an easy thing to slow down. We rolled all at once. I was expecting a strong recoil and exchanged it, but it really succeeded with dismay. The Holy Knight easily changed direction without any horseback falling.

Equestrian extremes? No. Speed. Without realizing it, the way south was slowing down considerably.

Him. I can only assume he's the cause. Margarita was running for the purpose of wrapping him up. I was careful not to be caught up with him or leave him. It kept a constant distance at all times. So if the overall speed was decreasing, that means he was slowing down gradually.

"So... what is it! What the fuck! Hey!"

Attack. Drive all the Holy Knights crazy to some extent, and keep yourself in a crazy urge again, just aim at him. Kill it. I didn't mean to stick to the format anymore.

"Marco! Marco Hahato!!

Run. He runs. Don't even know this thought, or if you know and dare, show off your light cavalry manoeuvres by putting a red on your clothes that you care about as a flag. Running like a flaming arrow.

Follow. I won't miss it. I will never let you live and return it. No, something to miss even after you kill it. The margareta barked while zeroing the red one. I didn't even have a voice, but I don't mind.

You belong to me.

Your body, your mind, kill it, get it.

I'll sip your life. I'll make everything about you mine, like I take in my heart, like I suck the nourishment out of my meat.

Even without words, the Margarita declared it so. I told him to be prepared. He threatened not to accept being roughly loved. I should have passed it on. It can't be passed on either. This is a growl by an imminent brave man of an inscription. Don't pass it on.

Chase hard. Run with the intention of killing all fire from the edge it arrives. Absolutely catch up. Definitely kill. It's just raw for that. Isn't that too miserable if you don't die fulfilling it?

"hey... no...!?

I can't catch up. Fast. Its population accelerating to the color of fire is terribly fast. In the fast wind hurting open eyes, the wall of air and the like just goes off without the presence of it. Powerful everywhere. It is as if the heavens and the earth will be renewed by them.

Margarita roared like a flame as she was exposed to relentlessly curly earthen smoke.

I can't reach it. I can't reach it very much. How come it doesn't arrive?

The first thing Margarita thought about was the difference between horses. It certainly is. I turned my hands on them for this far north ride, and I aligned my excellent horses. I think we actually got better good horses than we expected, but that was only excellent measured inside the interrogation.

He's the other guy. It's a light cavalry led by him. There is no way that the horse could have been a military horse obtained by ordinary means, even though the soldier was more skilled. It must have enough horses for him to operate in some special way, like using a rapidly accelerating unknown equestrian technique. Margarita even had certainty there.

Still, I focused on using my own 5,000 horsemen as total light cavalry. The significance can be explained as much later, but above all the aim was to match his army. Naturally, everything but him doesn't go down.

Has that impossibility occurred over this period? Is that all? Will that explain it enough? If we also take into account the fatigue of the streak, is this the natural result?

No, that's crazy. And there's too much difference.

That's it. All rides drive at full speed, while this one is just slow or the horse row is disturbed. The holy knights, who are supposed to obey them, are stretching their rows vertically and are splitting into groups large and small.

I didn't think so. And I made sure. The gaze of the belated Saint Knight was used to ascertain how its crossing horse was.

It's hurting me. There were also sword spear wounds, and there were examples of arrows still standing. Even though the Holy Knight is safe, all the horses are badly hurt. When. When was it done, those are.

"Um... time!

Margarita explored his memories and tethered with the pain of seeing his malice there. It was when I was still besieging him. It was when I was overconfident that I could turn down the northern exit route. Let the ten horsemen go mad and then wipe the tears of blood...... that was when I was still picturing the best of happiness!

The cavalry of the fire was fiercely attacking the white walls on the left and right. No matter how many times he bounced back, he was exposed to a similar virtue of life to the imprisoned beast with the possibility of retrying as many times as he could... No, that's what he was showing. It must have made it look like desperate resistance and in fact repeated a shady attack aimed at the horse.

Because the Holy Knight was fortified by the effects of a new miracle and didn't stand teeth?

No! There are no examples of vain and unreasonable behavior when he moves the army. I have a purpose. I have thoughts. It is so decided.

I could see the hill ahead of me, and Margarita was squeaking unexpectedly.

"This is it... this is your fight...!

Has the blazing flame now turned into a fierce light with thunder?

Running up the hill at an overwhelming speed, he immediately flipped, shouted and began to fall backwards. It is a tremendous momentum as if to break the heavens and the earth. And it's not a straight line. There is a swinging manoeuvre to the left and right. Exactly lightning strike. No, should I say thunderstorm?

It's a manoeuvre of annihilation, that is.

The Horse Row of the Knights of the Holy Grail stretched long enough to cut out...... I literally blew that white leading group. Man and horse danced in the universe. A lot of them are white, but they also seem to be mixed red. I don't mean to make a mistake. They bump into each other at an angle close to the body.

Still at an angle, the first group of firefighters... the small group with aligned neck rolls as well as red robes fell out toward the right. But I come back with the momentum intact. A manoeuvre shake is not a restraint that makes you smell change. That's why. To enter the horse row again. Horse lines follow like a fiery fire.

A dragon. Is this a fire dragon?

Horns and fangs are followed by nails and scales. There has been a thorough destruction.

If only it were to be made into inches, it would still be fine. This thunder-like assault not only pierces, but smashes, slashes, and destroys. The sharpness of manoeuvre and the impact of velocity will be used to kill the Holy Knight. Let the sparks scatter and your cavalry is damaged. But it is clear that it is not for consultation purposes.

What a sight!

The Holy Grail Knights are shattered!

Margarita's bloody vision seems to reflect the end of the world now. A terrible wave comes as it releases enough heat pressure to wipe out life. The red fury that seeks to wipe out the white plays, slaughters, crushes, wipes away the armies that are supposed to be sacred and invincible... and looms at an incredible rate.

"Ahhh!? Ahhhhh!!

shouted. Margarita shouted with emotion. It's not fear. Such a thing is now. Death is already a matter of decision. There is also only a sense of sight, as sacred things are trampled upon. I don't care.

It's him. He's out of sight.

Is it because we lost about one thousand and eight hundred horsemen at the moment and only lost sight of them for that matter? Or was it because of the heat pressure? Or for blood tears.

I tried to rub my right eye, and I realized.

No.

I don't have eyes. There are no solids in the right orbit. Did you roll and fall? Did it melt and flow? I couldn't even tell by scraping the half side of the bloodstain.

The margarator turned manoeuvre as he rubbed his throat against something that didn't even speak. Were only eighty horsemen followed? Other than that, he was kicked around shortly after changing his manoeuvre. They were devoured and destroyed by the colors of the fire. Leaving was an act of hairline.

Not really.

How can the world be cruel to itself?

From the right hole, blood, from the left eye, tears, the margareta was having trouble breathing. There is so much bleeding in my mouth that I can no longer wash it away with saliva. It sticks to your throat and your breath is stuck. I vomited blood clots several times. I pulled out the skin bag on my hips and inhaled the water. I don't drink. My stomach doesn't accept it. Wash your mouth and throw up.

Where did I go wrong?

From where, since when, has the world become full of bitter acids?

Bundle the rest of the Saints and run. The miracle is still active. I have the power to light demonic in my right eye with no eyeballs. He mastered and enhanced the sight of the eighty horsemen and made them look for fire. Do we still have two thousand and five hundred rides left on account? That means more than thirty times the strength of this one. Though it was the same number at first.

Margarita didn't even wipe her dirty mouth on her blood and body fluids, creating a form of laughter.

Thank you very much, no.

Whatever it is, this is reality. Nowhere, this is where I wanted to be. It was not decided by anyone anywhere, but the opportunity this margareta could have grasped at its own discretion… that is the time now.

"My life, my death... it's all mine. Neither my victory, nor my defeat... will move my mind, no matter how it is written in the history other than mine. Because I decide on my ratings. I'm the only one who can talk about me..."

Exhale. It's just that I feel like I'm losing a lot of power in me.

"I... only I... know me. I'm the only one in this world... who loves me."

He maintains his body as a riddle on horseback with great care, which is likely to collapse. It's just that hard to stretch your spine. I have an idea for every moment.

Margarita realized that her time had come to an end. The mightier life of the brave is not a substitute for the flesh of every man. I can't stand it, it collapses from the inside out. Abuse of the power of miracles will speed it up. If you get more fires, make sure the firewood burns out early.

"This world is irrational everywhere...... stupidity and intoxication that remain obscure, both superior and inferior...... the first best place is here. Battlefield. Only clean here. Something with strong and weak results. My loss, Marco Hahato."

The horseback riding process had stopped. Because the horseshoe vibration was hard. It even took such ingenuity to extend the time a little. Eighty horsemen who solidify their surroundings are forced to continue to observe the fire.

Except for the brave man and the eighty horsemen who protect it, it seems that all the holy knights were disputed. Flags of the color of fire are just being raised, and God's flag and so on are no longer visible anywhere. I think that might be a sight or a symbol of this later era. Perhaps there will come a powerful time… something hot and fast, like never before.

"Heh heh... you seem to be very good at not calling for surrender and moving the army there."

About two thousand and five hundred horsemen approaching nearby for eighty horsemen. And he that hath spears shall have spears, and he that hath not, shall have swords upon each side, and shall be bitter. Margarita laughed.

"but...... marco hahato...... ugh"

Call.

Because I saw it. Because I found it. Because he clearly acknowledged the existence of a single horse in the cavalry that comes quietly. Because I checked on Marco Hahato's horse.

"You're still a little sweet. Is that how you can kill God?

Run out. Use the last miracle. “Crazy Dance." Seventy-eight horsemen have now turned into fierce beasts. The operation was also abandoned. In a very short time they will self-destruct. But until then, no one can stop you. Leave only two horsemen. Something inconvenient happens anyway. That's what the world does. That's why.

Regardless, the aim is Marco Hahato.

And guess what, a fire line was formed, but in vain. The opposite phenomenon occurred. White works tyranny and red sprinkles in heaven. You don't get speed any time soon, so it's over now.

I can't resist. I can't escape.

You can't protect Marco Hahato.

Margareta captured Marco Hahato in her left eye. It also opens the way there. Crazy monster soldiers are causing confusion over how good they are.

Run in with the fastest. Pull out the sword. A one-handed sword specializing in spikes. Lower yourself on the horse. Put your sword on your back. I no longer have a voice. My lips are drawn and tied. Precisely manipulate the last two rides to secure the path.

Sora, it arrives.

"Don't lick it!! I can't get it to you!!

Dirty things blocked my sight. I think this has to be eliminated because I have blocked the path connecting myself to him. A savage man with a gold ring around his neck... he looks familiar... oh, I think it was during the siege of the Kalisarumi Capital. Made two horsemen crazy instantly. Dispose of it here. This man knows a strong man.

Dive through the occasional bloody wind and move on.

There he is. Right in front of you.

Marco Hahato was there.

It's still just beautiful to fall in love with. While I would have liked to meet you sooner, I'm sure you wouldn't have noticed this beauty if it had been. The beauty of this man is only harsh to meet with dignity with his own ugliness. In the end, I may have hated it.

So this is fine.

Even as he rolled out the spear at a stunning speed and it pierced his body, the margareta did not move. I was just a little surprised it was spinning at high speed when I grabbed the spear pattern on my left hand. I guess that's the move. I came here and found out about him new. I'm glad to hear that.

Attracted the pattern. The tip of the spear would have protruded from his back. I don't mind. And I won't miss it. I moved my left hand quickly and grabbed his right wrist. He looks surprised. I'm glad about that too. The sword, which had accumulated power in his right hand, thrust its cutting-edge into his chest.

Nothing happened. I didn't see the sword.

The deadly spike...... I was going to release a move that also overlaid the grinding for this time, but unfortunately it seemed that the tip had been lost from the elbow of my right arm. I checked it aside.

That man in the gold ring did it.

He turns this way and has a good grin on his fierce face. He rode out and amputated the brave man's right arm. Margarita thought it was brilliant. Because death is the blow of death, of abandonment, of abandonment.

The man had his torso cut in half. That's right. That attitude in front of the mad Holy Knight, that gap... is suicidal. Sora, next thing I know, he stabbed me in the chest. The momentum causes the horse to fall. That doesn't help anymore.

I think you might have heard about the name. Because Margarita also loves the man who wanted to protect him even if he gave up his life. He wants to kill even if he throws his life away.

The means to do so are still there.

He threw himself out and, at the same time, drew Marco Hahato to death. His face approaches with his eyes open to surprise. Beautiful. I think these purple eyes are really beautiful. He even wants to stare forever.

I took my lips.

A kiss.

If it's true, it's what I was trying to do, not in this way. But this is good too. No, I like this. What a happy thing to be at this moment...... Margarita sees the world with a full heart...... see the world that has now become all purple in his eyes.

Oh...... beautiful.

Enough to die.

I felt my hair grabbed. Ignore. Close your eyes. I don't have any more, so I don't need to see anything anymore. Something touched my neck cold, and there was a shock. My throat clogged suddenly. And the consciousness rapidly turns away.

Oh, after all, did you want my neck?

I can't even put such irony into words when it's just my neck. I think it's a little shameful. I can open my mouth and free my tongue... but now that I've completely removed the psychotropic drug I left in my mouth to his mouth,

Whatever it is, it has never been.

Margarita let go of her life. Have an unexpected happy ending…… while savoring the happiness of dying in the hands of Marco Hahato.