Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Yeah, I wonder if Uncle Salmant dared to ride the provocation. It's an arbitrary way of doing him."

Marquis Adolf Maryaranta nods joyfully in the wake of the latest news on the territory of Kalisalmi Eteramaki. There is artistic sophistication and elegance in sitting with your feet together in a chair. In the next year, I will be eighty years old, but I will be stunned.

I thought it was close to seventy with myself, and Alvo Otara exhaled small.

The reason for the world is equality. Old age definitely captures body and mind. But when it comes to the same reason and the reason of society, it's not so much tolerance. Sometimes I don't tolerate people getting old. It may even be forbidden to die.

Would it be elegant to enjoy everything if you were also known as the weird old man of the North?

The cold wind gently stroked Alvo's wrinkled cheeks thinking so. There is a gentle breeze through this white room. Nostalgia and clarity abound in some of the conditioning items that seem to have just been placed casually, tickling the boneless of the ancient rusty knight.

This is the former Territorial Castle of the Count of Parvila, a room in the Territorial Castle of the Count of Tervahal.

It's a stagnant space as a loneliness. Alvo knows that time is engraved without yet welcoming a new lord, and that many things have passed and leave the appearance of the time for now, but there are also things that have certainly been excluded and hidden.

There is no sleeping area in the center of the room. The tea party is not ready at the window.

This is the scene where Nicodemus Parvila and Untamo Ahmaniemi were dead, here.

"So? Sir Otara. How many Eteramaki troops have entered the land?

Maryaranta Marquis is smiling. The old Marquis, who has designated this special room as his own office, speaks with great pleasure.

"As I said at the beginning, the total strength of the Tervahal army is a little over four thousand and five hundred. That command is entrusted to me. It sounds weak when it comes to the old Palvilla Army, but I'm bringing in a few skilled officers from our Army. Hey... you can fight quite a bit, this is it."

I laugh couscous. It is not a disingenuity. To the best of Alvo's knowledge, he has never been slandered by the Maryaranta Army as a weak general.

I can tell from the position of the Marquis. The West Bank of the East Dragon River, apart from that Untamo Ahamaniemi... someone with a position as a territory to protect the Wang capital over the Imperial Army. Even if in military fame it is inferior to Klaus Ulyhalsilla, that in no way means it is militarily incompetent.

"To my mind, Bishop Beck's visit to the King's Capital was a wonderful evening. The brave Northern Far Ride progressed so fast because its first speed was fantastic. Though the new town never burned with firewood...... I could defeat that guy, so can I say it's a success for once?

Even with a frown and a difficult face, his mouth is loose. Cheeks with more wrinkles than Alvo are glossy and bloody everywhere.

"Well, I guess it's a success. The bishop and the valiant... though immensely sacred... both of them as misgivings, because Sir entered Tervahal territory. That mess won't make it easy to tighten surveillance to the vicinity of Dust Dream Forest. Uncle Salmant was busy coming and going."

Laugh again. It's a funny and unpleasant way to laugh.

"I wonder how many soldiers secretly crossed the border and across the Great River? I wonder how many insiders have guided that? Is there also an example of a brave army and a remnant of it in Kalisalmi territory? It would have been easier if I had been there... but did that man kill me all over in the siege of the territorial capital?

A breeze came through again. Maryaranta's eyes narrowed to comfort. Make sure you smile and face the window, continuing the words without looking at Alvo.

"Speaking of which, they said there were quite a few restructured Kalisalmi leaders. There is no such thing as the fact that a large number of people have been fired from the army. Sometimes you've run away to the fold of civil unrest... well, no matter how little you estimate, more than two thousand people are missing. I wonder where he disappeared to... hehe, not at all..."

Words containing a pale laugh butt blows in a soft breeze and disappears. What seeped indoors without color made Alvo laugh bitterly.

Right, this one again...

"Three thousand."

Alvo expressed his honesty with certainty.

"There are three thousand General Eteramaki who entered Tervahal territory with one. The breakdown is 2,000 for two battalions of spear infantry, 500 for two squadrons of bow infantry and 500 for two squadrons of light cavalry. Regardless of the gear, the arrows are short of horses."

"Hmm... you couldn't satisfy a horse when it was hidden, could you?

"Yes, but the light cavalry is full of soldiers. If only they had flown the Black Night Lunar Flag."

"Cold moon? I see, that's a soldier."

Nodded at each other.

Make the Maryaranta Marquis, who observed the civil unrest in the kingdom, Arvo, who at the time was turning to foster a backward movement and exiting the front line, neither of whom knew firsthand the battle of the Cavalry Regiment of the Cold Moon. Only two actual records have also been reported.

But it is clear that that group of light cavalry was the most elite in the southern part of the kingdom after the Bow Warring. Organized with special treatment in the territory of Eteramaki, it has succeeded in withdrawing as an army even if a majority is taken to the fold of the siege of the Kalisalmi capital. It is also highly regarded in the sense that it could have been retreated by engaging that cavalry regiment of fire.

Alvo thought of the person he had trained. The unidentified military man, who concealed his eyes with a white mask, was later known as a special knight belonging to the Knights of the Holy Grail. Name's Gilly. The soldier made Alvo feel the ingenuity of flesh that did not suit the Holy Knight.

I want to talk to each other...... yes Alvo thought so too. He was a man who made old knights feel like something that just made them think so. There may have also been a sense of intimacy as one who lives in a martial arts.

Is Gilly the masked one not here now?

The brave man has died in battle, and he has gone missing again, having served the brave man.

"But then five hundred is less, right? Though the cold moon is supposed to leave over a thousand?

"The remaining 500 have another mission."

"Hmm. Do you mean divided operations?

"Yes, because no one can command that light cavalry on a battalion scale..."

I hesitated a little and went on immediately.

"Incorporated within five thousand units northbound from the eastern part of Etheramaki territory."

"I see. That could also be something called famous extraction. The central breakthrough of the kingdom in anticipation of the flashy armed clashes in the west... is he in command of the Eteramaki family? The last Count Eteramaki's uncle."

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"I don't hear you have military talent, but, well, can you do enough to follow the Knights of the Holy Grail?

"… Lord Topias, who leads the Holy Knight 5,000, commands 10,000 troops together in the main army."

"Hehe, I don't know what I would do if I left it in the territorial capital, so I guess it's where I pulled it out. Everywhere is tough. Because there are such people there."

I saw bitterness. Alvo sniffed what lurked behind the cheerful tone.

"It's pathetic. Those who drown will leap, and those who fear will think. A lot of extreme things don't always happen, and drunken dreams and reality swap. Neither one of us knows... if we've become very confrontational again, that means we're no longer defeated."

I took one scroll from the paperwork cage beside me, and Maryaranta played it with her fingers.

"That man is not sweet enough for those who have lost sight of their usual selves to resist. Should I say it wasn't sweet? Marco Hahato, a very common man in the midst of all things, who denies the world as it is… I thought he would kill the brave. It's more surprising that he fell. Madness is vice, and therefore surprise and fear."

I was prompted to receive the scroll. If it is opened, it is a blood certificate. The names of the kingdom aristocrats are lined up in shifts, with stamps by blood at the end of each name.

"Wouldn't that be amazing? The man's presence was overwhelming and shocking, passing through good and bad and exciting. More importantly, the nobles of the Parent Church were upset by the announcement of a plan to exploit the plain. The house arrest of the bishop, the murder of the brave... the number of people who came up against the queen will be known by counting it."

There are many unknown names of Alvo, but also scattered eye-catching ones. Again, although southern aristocracy accounted for 70% of the northern aristocracy also existed nearly 10%. The remaining more than 20% are central aristocrats. There are many National Army officials.

"Well, it's a big deal that that guy fell in the end. Fearing him, the faces that were lowering their heads pressed a mark of blood on Russia. About half the people who actually entered the land... hehe... you can assume there are small and medium-sized barracks everywhere in the kingdom."

White parchment paper with black letters, scattered red over and over...... one last name beautifully noted.

Adolf Maryaranta.

There are no blood marks yet.

"There are also about a thousand and five hundred troops accompanied by the lords as private soldiers. Those who, though not explicitly stated, worked in the Kalisalmi army. Good practice. I mean, it's going to be about six thousand with the army I command... Okay?

If you looked up from one in your hand and saw it, a man called the weird old man of the north is laughing as a living thing. Waiting for Alvo's word.

Get on your knees, hands on your chest. Alvo was relative to Maryaranta Marquis with the thanks of his subordinates.

"Three thousand troops of a certain deposited Etheramaki army, I ask you to direct them"

"Yeah, fine."

The best he could hope for was made here, and Alvo ate relief in his mouth.

Those dissatisfied with the Queen's new reign are assembling in the territory of Count Tervahal… The information has also been passed on to the territory of Eteramaki with twitching since late spring. There can be no such thing as an information blockade, no matter how much the Salmant army tries to blind its eyes. It is not something that can compensate for all the trade-offs that multiply the darkness and cross the threshold.

But since it was a strict surveillance system, the fire that smoked outside Etheramaki territory flowed southeast in search of comrades. Tervahal territory...... it is also logical to think of the blood muscles of the new Count.

Tervahal Berbirgitta was the second son of Eleonora, the first successor to the throne ahead, and at the time he himself had the fifth succession. Moreover, his father is a former Saint Knight Topias with a deep connection to the Church. Even if he were to descend into his subordinate book, that fact would remain the same.

If you want to return to what the Kingdom of Asuria once was... to the previous kingdom where a man named Marco Hahato rose, then the nine-year-old Birgitta is definitely the flag to bear as well.

No, should I say one of the flag heads?

There are people who deserve to be more responsible under almost the same conditions. This is Christian, thirteen, who is Birgitta's brother and protector in Eteramaki territory. Lord who swore that Alvo would give his old life.

"Well, now it's nine thousand. Above Ahamaniemi's army for the number of Sir and others. You can win. The new Marquis is a straight man, similar to his father, but he doesn't like to take things too simply, not to mention a little. Wide horizons straight, narrow horizons straight... the only thing that looks alike is in peace. On the battlefield, enemies like me will beat you."

Laugh again. That laugh suits this room well. Ride in a soft breeze and dance gently through the universe. Sounds soothing. Pass refreshingly. As if they were what you hear in the tea party seats where the close ones take a break and bicker.

Strange story.

Nothing but conspiracy is what is being conversed here.

"By the way, how much do you need a horse?

It's two hundred and eight.

"It's cheap. If you need anything else, you should declare it downstairs. I can't behave roughly, but, well, I think we'll probably get it all together. I've accommodated it well through the merchants."

The old Marquis' chest collar was open, and which of the words struck Alvo's heart. I'm not relieved. There is something that goes through each other without words, and it warms your breasts twitching.

There is a strong sense of empathy.

Everything is different in history and power from those who occupy the seat of Alvo and Uncle Sihou, who are only knights of the first place. Even though we are in old age with each other, we are not of the same age. There would be no similarities in ability or character. Alvo is only a single spear in martial arts, as if he were a negligible non-genius in aspects such as the political economy and art.

But there's only one thing in common.

I want to keep a secret.

The Old Knight and the Old Marquis, planning a rebellion in this white and sober room, hold a very similar desire in their hearts and explore the use of their lives. Alvo is so sure. It's seeping into the air, and what I feel in my skin teaches it.

What can be called moisture or tension, which inspires the hearts of those who have identified the old. Something that gives me activity and vitality that was a little childish, somewhere slightly intoxicated, and was drying out.

If you touched it with your hand itself, it must be miraculously warm, plump and luminous.

If you looked at itself with your eyes, it must be miraculously beautiful, gorgeous and loving.

Oh...... happy smiling flower, be there.

"Is His Highness Cristian magnificent?

"That's why... working for Your Highness is all that is now."

"Hehe... you're a straight guy too"

Maryaranta Marquis is smiling. Admittedly soft enough to make you wonder who the weird old man is.

"It'll be down that road. How about a goodbye? As you can see from that letter, there is no name among the comrades for a Kingsguard Infantry Captain. Well, I didn't know which was safer because of the lack of a name... are you ready?

"... Until the day when the child stands on his own path, let's also have a parental duty. Let us be responsible for those who inherit life. I find it arrogant and disrespectful to insult those who have come to believe as children. Not to mention how can we blunt the blade now that we've sworn the life of Wu and got the last name?"

"That's right...... no, you're really right. I'm gonna do that, too."

There was common bitterness. There was a battle to share.

Alvo was Maryaranta Marquis. Maryaranta Marquis was Alvo. With the thought of looking in the mirror, Alvo breathes the serenity of the white room.

"The world is irrational and full. That's normal. So how childish and ugly it is to complain about it...... I feel sorry for my parents' irresponsible and unhappy children. When you realize it, you can't overlook it. I can't tell you how exciting it is to use your old life there."

Two bitter laughs arose. Over there and here, Alvo thought he must have the same look.

"Is Her Excellency Countess Tervahal sound?

"I'm fine. I've been bored for a long time, but that's just a little more patience. She's very smart. When the time comes, he will be a good ruler. Or maybe even be a duke."

"Do you think you look very much like Her Majesty the Queen?"

"It is. I'm sure it will grow beautifully... it's already more beautiful than anyone else..."

Either way, he was gazing into the windy window. The square framed world is full of light, and together everything feels transparent. It is a sunny summer afternoon.

"Oh, I won't press the blood stamp. When you lose, you lose a lot of things."

Plan for the Exploitation of the Plains of Disaster, General Ryu's Suspected Demon, Oriental Bishop's house arrest… and the killing of the brave.

I can only assume that any one is a very godfearless act, and that the Kingslayer and his surroundings are fascinated by demons. For the purpose of the protection of the kingdom and the sacred restoration, the righteous army shall be raised here for the king's capital.

With such declarations, six thousand armies began northward than Tervahal territory. It is a decision to close the gap in the Count's absence. The allied lord of that army, who calls himself the Union of Patriots, shook up the whole kingdom because he was a figure known to everyone in the kingdom, although it was not his appearance.

The name of the Alliance Lord is Adolf Maryaranta.

This major incident, later called "Adolph's Unrest," records the battle with Ahmaniemi's army early in the outbreak. The two armies confronted the north and south across the southern tributary of Dong Long Henan, and although it was only at the beginning that they showed adhesion by an equal number, the three thousand separate teams of the concealed forces of the Patriotic Union Army casually decided to win or lose by multiplying the shade by an ambush.

Even if we let the drowned out, we crossed the tributaries of the dark night, a separate task force that suddenly attacked Ahamaniemi's army… the name of the one who was in command of it is called Alvo Otala. He was a knight who swore allegiance to Count Eteramaki and gained a martial name that was only a late bloom by waving a haughty sword that did not make him feel old.

As time went by, fighting also took place in eastern Kalisalmi territory. The Knights of the Holy Grail and the Eteramaki army suddenly attacked the five thousand Salmant troops that had built and garrisoned their field positions. The rapid settlement of the raid, which was sent with 10,000 troops to double, was quick. For the Knights of the Holy Grail, whose continent is unrivaled, showed exceptional strength.

And the name of him that was leading five thousand holy knights shook the kingdom. A man who is the husband of his missing king sister Eleonora and, for Queen Paulina, his brother-in-law… a former Saint Knight of the same name as his predecessors, Topias. He returned to the Knights of the Holy Grail and set his sword on the kingdom. God's flag flies beside it.

On the eastern bank of the East Dragon River, from Ahamaniemi territory, there are more than 8,000 troops of the Protectorate Coalition.

From the West Bank of the East Dragon River, Kalisalmi territory, there are more than four thousand and nine hundred Knights of the Holy Grail and four thousand and one hundred Eteramaki army.

Go north on each one. Military shoes and horseshoes carve the land of the kingdom.

Earlier, even in the western realm between Kalisalmi Eteramaki, five thousand leaders led by Leo, Earl of Salmant, and five thousand Knights of the Holy Grail are clashing through the land of repression.

Six months.

After three years of civil unrest, only six months after the new king took office.

The kingdom of Asuria was disturbed again. Some metaphored it as a meteor extension. For the war began to spread from the south, trying to follow the brave men who ran through with a flash of brilliance.

The country burns.

I can't feel a sign of a hero, stay that anxious.