Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Ah."

Elvi voiced unexpectedly. The pencil broke in the middle. I haven't had a strong brush pressure once, but I've often had the habit of breaking my writing instruments before. Maybe it's a bad grip, but it's also because the room rocked about this time. I followed one sigh and looked up at the light window high above the wall.

The wind flows even if the landscape is invisible. The sound of the creaking water keeps ringing. This is the cabin. It is a room of a large ship sailing south on the East Dragon River. Elvi owns this room as General Ryu's secretary.

The ship is a merchant ship, not an army ship, and the shipment is not a commodity, but an army.

Ordnance gathered all overflowing from the cargo compartment is also a substitute for what should be termed the total accounts of a certain back book dating from the days of the Hackinen Guards, and a reinforced soldier and the best military horse are the forces of a combat group known to the world as the Cavalry of Fire. The number of people on this ship is about three hundred.

There are now more than a dozen such ships floating in the East Dragon River, dispersed between North and South. Some ships will still be stalled in the southwestern part of Hellevy territory as the northernmost position. The southernmost ship could have reached the southern tributary already.

The maneuvers vary from ship to ship. One ship is rushing south, and one ship is moored in a particular tsu. Some ships repeat going up north and down south. Every ship is basically distracted by the Oo ships involved in water transport by covering up who they are, but many are in the shape of being temporarily taken over by the Kingdom.

It was all planned by General Ryu's chief of staff, Lauri. Large quantities of munitions are available everywhere on the water in the East Dragon River, and cavalry regiments of fire are hidden inside them. It is a bold and ingenious difference.

However, the lack of consideration and naivety were mainly wrinkled in the book job because the supplies were anyway measures that responded to the sudden change in circumstances with regard to the fire. That's more than I could handle where I was sitting in Chitoga Osho. I need to go to the scene and get the details and get to know things. This temporary office is a front-line hub for this purpose.

Well, Elvi didn't board this ship for the main purpose. So I didn't mind asking for a replacement pencil in the equipment box, and I just sprayed my sigh on a new brush or wax stone.

"Are you all right?

"Oh, wow!

Because the voice arrived unexpectedly, Elvi bounced the seal off her elbow. It falls on the slab floor and rolls towards the door. Where it stopped is more at his feet.

Slowly succumb with your hands on the wall, so your dark hair drips long and glossy. I'm just weaving my military uniform over my skin, so it's hard to peek at the slightly skinny look even as I'm in my youth. The fingertips are trembling to pick up the wax seal too, so the danger and clarity of his being there is painful on his chest.

"Please take a break. I would have worked till dawn last night."

There's Marco. I'm smiling. Stay where you are.

"Duh, why are you up!? I still can't believe I'm walking like that...!

"I'm not sick of anything else. Your hands and feet will shrivel after you've been asleep."

It's not a lie, but it's not true either. Marco is not suffering from a common sense disease, but is invaded by poisons that lie outside of common sense. It is a spirit medicine drugged by a brave man. It is said to be something that does not go through the flesh, but acts directly on life.

The symptoms are unparalleled. Sleep. Very rarely does it awaken, but it lasts only a short time, and soon it sleeps again. Sleep even. It is a restless sleep that does not rest in both body and mind.

The skin clears cold and white to freeze and sweats by the time it becomes abnormal. I was eating and drinking, and that's why my body is wearing out. Still keeps sleeping. Sleep deeply and deeply... there are moments when you will stop breathing and heartbeat. For a moment, you're going to die. No, should I say "temporary death" because time will come and you will resume your breathing and heartbeat again?

Elvi is only here to take care of him. I would have forced him to accompany me when I saw Marco, who could not discern life or death, even if Lauri did not suggest so, or if Gikilosa did not ask me to.

But even with all that enthusiasm... no, it's only with enthusiasm... that I can't take care of Marco alone. I can't stand my mind. Watching Marco sleep is horrible. Elvi thinks it might be the most horrible thing in this world.

Naturally. Marco's … because you have to spend time facing the death of the most important person in this world.

So it's a shift. He serves Marco in turn with his secretary, Taruvi, his deputy, Gikilrosa, and a medic who has been seconded by the Uliharsilla family. It was time for the pharmacist to come on. Elvi followed by a long time in charge.

"Isn't it cold? How hot is it? Is your throat not dry? Oh, do you want something to eat?

A few steps away also rushed over for a small run, but still unable to decide whether it was the one he offered his hand, Elvi asked quickly. Marco's time is precious. There is no need to check information or give instructions to the military. His opponent is Marco. Except for food, drink, and things around you.

"Yes, let's put dried meat in the porridge! Add a little spiciness and you might get an appetite too!

"Elvi, Elvi, it's okay, just relax. Because I've already eaten."

That being said, it doesn't fit as Elvi. Though I recommended the chair for the time being, sora, if I come with him, even if I sit down, my torso will flutter.

Elvi reached out and supported his back. It was about the duh.

"Ah..."

It was stiff. It was hot. It was huge. Long after Elvi's back, his body is well equipped with mass as a single warrior, even now, whether it is weak or weak.

Naturally. He is no longer a strange boy or anything living in Kiko Village. He was just a cavalry who gained the martial name of "Fire" on the battlefield, or he is now a hero who can blow General Ryu's prestige all over the continent. He defeated the Emperor of the Everian Empire with his might, and also destroyed the brave men of the Sacred Dedication. I can also hear you worship him as a military god.

Yes, Elvi knows. I know. how enormous is the presence of him. He stands in the world, slightly surpassing even the innocent and exaggerated hunch of his childhood. Without a glance, he is the head and largest in this world.

So, naturally, any day will be the king's match for the Queen of the Kingdom of Asuria. Still not enough for him. I know. Elvi knows that.

"Thank you...... not at all, now you haven't made any progress since you were in the village. Pity."

Exhaling into the cut, Marco scratched her hair up. So there were two things that became dewy.

One is a golden neck ring.

It's what I started wearing after the showdown with the brave men. From his neck, the diameter is too large, but he wears it without letting go of his skin while he sleeps, and nobody tries to let it come off. I don't even mention it. I want to gain by wearing that neck ring... how can I not take into account what I wished to leave behind?

Elvi thinks. That this is war. He said a series of these things is war. That's what the previous owner of the neck ring said. It is not an animal or insect extermination. Humans are fighting each other. They're killing me. You must be prepared for your allies to be defeated in order to defeat your enemies.

Yes... so goodbye is inevitable.

The fierce and impure cavalry, he said, died smiling. And left his favorite item on his neck. The bent and bigoted old soldier says he died in the dark. And left a handmade silver worker in the hands of the queen. Several others are dead. Faces I've seen since the Guard days, faces from the SS days, faces wrapped in a red cloth of fire...... the men I can't see anymore are still leaving something behind, not just gone. Something to make your chest hot.

Elvi thinks the same thing. Or I wonder if Marco is taking them all on his own. I wonder if I have all the misery in this war in my life, including not only my allies but also my enemies. That's the duty of a hero, and I wonder if that's why it's so huge.

Is it the fantasy of those who do not know enough about the war? Even though I put that question mark on my head, Elvi couldn't help but think so. I don't doubt it because I believe my heart does.

That's why... that's why he must have the color of depression in his eyes now.

Another thing he revealed, it's the color of his eyes.

Above the cheeks reminiscent of the whiteness of the wax, until earlier dark hair was applied and blurred into the shadows like light rain at night, but now only sunny and clearly exposes the colour of two eyes.

Gray.

It's like cloudy weather that precipitates melancholy.

Elvi knows. that the color of his eyes has undergone many transitions. I hear they were green for seven days from birth, and then the childhood we spent together in Kiko Village was blue. The colors began to change again after I started out on the battlefield, and from the time I finished the Great Battle with the Imperial Army, purple began to mix in the blue. And while that trend intensified, these days the blue had disappeared to purple only.

Beautiful by the demonic, demonic starry sky-like glow... eyes that seem to suck life away with one eye... that's now clouded by powerless, anxious smoke. Nothing clear, just thick and gray covered.

"It's okay, we're almost there. The war in this country will be over in a few moments."

Smiled, Elvi noticed her own lapse. I wonder what look you've stared at him with. What will the secretary do when he is cared for? That can't be qualified to stand by him or anything.

"No matter how powerful the Knights of the Holy Grail are, if they are not led by a brave man and hit with more than six times their strength, the advantage is definitive. The Saint Knight under the jurisdiction of the Eastern Church has cracked another 10,000. In contrast, this is the Uliharsilla Army, the Peterius Army, the Salmant Army, the Kingsguard Corps… and the Kingdom Defense Forces. satisfy the conditions on a sufficient number. If you misoperate, you lose, but those who command each army are all excellent generals. You'll win without a problem first. Even if it's a supply to move the army, there's a barracks in the middle of the kingdom that move freely."

As usual, Marco talks, as if there were no other truths than that.

"I assume there are a few ways about how the church responds...... I just want to let the remaining troops on the island spit out as well. I have the bait to distract them. If it matches my neck, you're likely to be able to lure it. Bait and I, both of which are oblivious, act as more advantageous than expected."

It's a voice that reassures those who listen. Or a voice that excites you. It is a voice that can only be played by him, which affects and enchants both reason and emotion. I'm sure it is.

"There are inconveniences caused by the lack of me and fire... and the sacrifices that we were to pay for... even so, we are winning."

My chest tightens with a mixture of bitter exhales. Marco's voice lacks such things as bottom line. Weak. It's small. That doesn't sound like it always does. Elvi's ears can hear it. Elvi's mind can feel and divide it.

"The barracks fleet where concealed assets are released… It's wonderful that we're moving things in a direction that not only prepares supplies, but also strengthens our connections with merchants and nobles. Lauri has finally begun to take the path of a political strategist under the heavens. Even if you don't have that awareness, your surroundings won't leave him alone anymore. Looking forward to it."

I say happily. Laughs fun. I look up at the window and Marco's grey eyes are dazzled and narrowed.

"There is also something so emotional about the new Marquis Uliharsilla leading the Kingdom Defense Forces. He seemed to have received Kaoru better than his late father, and he would do his job without being imprisoned by resentment or anything else. Don't worry about the gap between youthfulness. I have accessories. Skillfully and agile as he is, the ordeal will be quenched. And the Kingsguards will hold the key to the battle at the required location. Even if difficulties arise, there is an Oiva. You're reliable."

Marco talks, looking fine and very serene, weak and heartily at ease. I can see the trust I have placed in my people. I can see that the outlook for the future is bright.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with Maryaranta Marquis' trends either. That old man has already served his purpose. And then you'll end it yourself, even if you leave it alone. There's no other way to survive the Marquis."

It is spicy. It prophesies the death of one of the Four Horses. That should be spoken in the appropriate sharp language, Marco seems a little troubled... so you speak with a dream face somewhere.

"Hehe... have you threatened me too much? Or is it weird old weird old people, so you've learned more than you expected... hehe... at all, if you come with the brilliant old men of this country... I can't believe it..."

It was only Marco who began to chew his monologue vaguely at all times, but he could not miss hearing only that one word that was spun at the end of a difficult word to hear. Elvi did hear that. I asked.

I envy him, he shrugged.

I was overwhelmed. Elvi reached out without overwhelming herself. He must have been placed to support himself. He was laying his hands on his left hand on the desk. It was cold. I gripped it hard. I wanted to push my temperature in. Even my life itself is fine.

Don't do that, because I felt Marco would disappear. Like, for example, the bamboo before the sun. Like the sand before the wind, for example. For example, yes... like a dream or an illusion, in front of the reality of the world.

"Excuse me. I'm a little stunned. I'm still not in the mood."

In Elvi's sight, there's Marco.

His right hand is gently worn on both his own hands, which capture and tremble his left hand. Sadly cold, but still the blood is pulsating. He's alive. Live, stay here.

"Don't worry so much. Elvi. I'm almost there. Really."

Marco smiles. But Elvi knows. His grey eyes don't look at himself. Although it is the weak body that sits in this narrow cabin, his heart must still be at a far height. I see the world from where only he can be reached. It continues to fly lonely.

"I've already done the majority of what I need to do. This country will change. No one can stop you anymore. All you have to do is ripple it across the continent. Changing the Church and the Empire… Involving everything as if it had to change… So finally…"

Elvi nodded strongly as he felt an observation of the review similar to the hesitation in his eyes to look at this one. I put my strength into my hands. I can't. There's no way I can. I put my life on the line of sight.

"... Finally, I..."

Words went on. Elvi listens. Without breathing.

"… I can start a real battle"

Elvi sees. View Marco. Without blinking.

"A real battle to redevelop this world... or destroy it before it's completely skinless"

I didn't know.

Elvi didn't know what he heard.

Because I can't see. Because what he sees doesn't look like Elvi, I couldn't speculate on his sincerity even though it was put into words.

Again, I can't. Elvi bit his teeth. High. Far away. It doesn't arrive. It wasn't about standing next to him and looking out over the world or anything else that would come true for the juxtaposition. Heroic vision is not a substitute that can be reached as a reward for effort.

But still, there was something slightly visible, so Elvi did not despair.

Something I could see because Elvi is desperately after his back. His, the way he looked at me, the first time he looked over my shoulder. Something that flatters his sincerity. Something that dwells in his wonders and changes shades.

Marco's mysterious eyes… Elvi caught a glimpse of the color lurking behind the gray.

It was a shining light.

A glow of honorable and intense gold like the sun unleashed the strong power of what was only for a moment from the rift of ash clouds heavily wobbly and thickly damaged. You can't go wrong and be sure. Because Elvi was struck by the glow and his eyes dazzled.

I fight with you, too. I'll definitely follow you.

Elvi just stared him in the eye with all the thoughts behind his throat. Because I couldn't help but pass it on, even if I couldn't put it into words. Because I couldn't help complaining.

That's a prayer. to the glare of hiding on the other side of the gray.

The moment of miracle passed within a moment, and now I kept staring at him, even if it didn't have to come true to see the golden colour anymore. I kept squeezing his hand. Marco was smiling softly, so he even tried to do something to make him smile.

By the way, gold was glittering in the corner of my vision from earlier. The neck ring.

Elvi didn't move her gaze to you, even if she was mean. I felt chilled somehow. I even felt it glowed proudly somewhere. It was a loud brilliance to my sight, even though it was not the same gold color I wished to see.

I had something to associate with it, and I laughed, unexpectedly.

Elvi was happy because she could laugh. I could make a real smile even if I made a difference later. I also felt Marco's grin deepened and I was even happier. I was happy. So many tears on my eyeballs.

So I decided to believe it. I could believe in myself.

Trying to fight. Even if I try to follow you. Risk your life more than ever.

Laughing at each other, holding each other's hands... that's how Elvi took hope in her fate.

Holy King's War.

It was fought between the Kingdom of Asuria and the Church. It is where future generations of historians assert their mouths together that that is the most important event of this era. The Kingdom raised its soldiers against the Church, which had overseen the continent with a long and inviolable sanctity. It was clearly hostile as a nation. Let's just say that's a turning point in history.

However, although that battle is only clear how it ends, there is ambiguity about how it begins and the historians' arguments are endless. There are theories about when the end of the war opens.

When the flag knight Ninaursula attacked the fortress of the guarded commandments of the Salmant army? Or should it be an accidental battle and see the time when Flag Knight Topias attacked another fort with the Eteramaki army as the thread of battle? Should we recognize it as a call to war for the Holy King by engaging in "Adolph's mess”?

Or, even further back in time, should we see Gilly the Flag Knight and the other 5,000 horsemen as the arrows of the war due to the conspiracy of the "Witch” margarata going north? It is a particularly apparent theory in the sense that the first battle took place.

Or... if we see history without being bound by any act of combat... should we see that the War of the Holy Kings has opened with the entry of the King's Capital of the "Demon" Joaquim Beck?

In any case, the Kingdom made a historic decision.

Queen Paulina raised a new military flag by incinerating the Ascension Dragon flag. The name is White Dragon Flag. With its flag, the new Marquis Tarukas Uliharsila organized the Kingdom Defense Forces, challenging the Knights of the Holy Grail by engaging not only the five divisions of the former National Army, but also the respective territorial armies, the remaining Knights and the prostitutes. It is precisely a grand offensive of unanimity.

The Church's reaction also became unprecedented and intense.

Archbishop Cukrein certified the Kingdom of Asuria as the “Divine Enemy” and requested a march of crusaders against the Everian Empire, who himself led the remaining Holy Knight 15,000 on the Holy Grail Island to land on the eastern Cape. Even the forces under the jurisdiction of the Western Church stepped on the land of the kingdom. In view of its significance, some theories assume that at this point the War of the Holy Kings has begun.

Well, there is one great mystery in this war.

It is incredible that the historian is a writer of gratuitous plays and pictorial stories, and even the children of Shirai at the end, thoughtfully spreading the wings of his imagination… that is, the disappearance of the hero Marco Hahato.

Marco Hahato, who can be counted as one of the leading figures of this era, did not even show up there at that time when the Holy King's War received a total battle against the Kingdom and the Church. The kingdom fought without a hero.

It is abrupt in view of the tremendous war effort and activity that has taken place up to that point. Moreover, as soon as he disappeared like smoke, he never appeared on the stage of history again. It is not until the confrontation with the witch margarata that a definite record remains, and his news thereafter cannot be known.

That's why people get all sorts of thoughts.

I have a theory that she was dead in consultation with the witch margarata. There is also a theory that he returned to his hometown of Kiko Village because he was wounded by war and became unable to resume. The theory that he lost his leg because of the loss of his rear shield, Klaus Ulyhalsilla, is also powerful. The theory that the role ended with the advent of a new military hero named Axeli Arnell is often shared with the theory that the same person was plotting independence. Any theory makes a lot of sense, and the muscles go through.

But truth is something that often exists beyond reason and muscle. Because it is impossible in itself for future generations to set rationale and muscle that even the living people of the time could not know. It is the absurd imagination that makes it magical and approaching the core.

One of the fables children hear in their bedtime stories is the story of the "four colors of the sun”. It's a popular story alongside “The White Wolf."

The protagonist is firewood. He or she remained on fire amid the flames that people raised for temporary warmth in the ever-wintering era. He or she craved to heat up the world with that fire because he or she still lived in it. I hoped it would be the sun that would end the winter. He then embarked on an odd adventure to strengthen the fire.

Adventure extremes difficulty. A series of trials similar to yours, White Wolf. In it the firewood changes the colour of its own fire. It is derived from the title “Four Colors”. It is fantastic and fascinating on the picture surface as the fire gradually becomes stronger as it turns blue on the green.

Now, in the process, firewood hides itself from the world once. Return to the deep woods, which should be your home. So he shall reunite himself with him that hath made himself a firewood, and shall be treated to make himself the sun. by paying the treasure gained from adventure.

The name of the forest to which the firewood returned is called the forest of dust dreams.

Those who practiced the technique are hidden in the woods...... The illustration often depicts a suspicious witch.

It's a fable a child loves without even knowing what it means. That's an unforgettable and impressive fable to grow up with. Why? Why not? Unlike other fables, they are loved, so what is it?

Perhaps those who know it are the ones who know the truth about history. Maybe he's the one who knows the truth about the world.

On the other hand, those who know what no one knows will also be those who are not known to anyone. Such a person must be immersed in secrets, experiencing the cold or warmth of secrets, and also remember the feeling of secrets on the skin.

For example, yes... there is a man who, although not named for Marco Hahato's history of war, has continued to fight for him since the beginning.

The man always had a green cloth wrapped around his head.