Fly the Flag of Fire!

A sound of sharp string ringing.

Just once. That dominated the space. The demonic realm has been banned from being demonic. Inside the ringing distance of the sound, as if the flow of any time had stopped, one of the movers was not a piece of shaky leaf.

Eleonora was under the influence of the cave as she lurked behind it.

I can't even fight and my body is hardened. And it comes with terrible chills. I checked our surface with hard moving eyeballs. Or I suspected it was frozen. Nothing strange about appearance. I think what that means.

"Hehe...... great......! An artifact... this is a miracle!

Only one person is allowed to move in this space. I'm uttering words. I suppose the ancient bow of Shiraki in its hand is an exonerating or sinful object.

Archbishop Cukrein.

A different man.

Its white hair has a cool, light water color that reminds me of water ice. And it floats halfway. I can't feel the weight where everything bears equally. Its floating impression is also manifested in its standing and standing, and it does not feel as if it is a young man at first sight. Something lacks a sense of reality as a creature.

Shall the outfit also affect? The depression of the Devil's Forest is a striking white background. In a land where life pulses so strongly that it bleaches all the colours and colors of life. I don't even see one of the mud stains.

Well, there seems to be some raw emotion.

A brilliant strong colour in the white...... the red-purple colour of the two eyes is delightfully shaking trolls. Because it is wide open, the colour is likely to fade even now.

"How do you feel about bathing in the great power of God? Two demons there."

There will be naivety in that tone. Because I am aware that there will be no response.

There are two figures in between the bow of divine authority without arrows, and they still haven't taken one of their physical moves. Though neither is a lineman, he exposes himself there as if his life had been frozen, something that cannot escape the reason of those who live where he has made it.

One is recognised by the world as a witch...... michazain his name.

He is a demigod who lives in this dusty dream forest that swirls with great use of the power of distorted life and manipulates a disastrous and paranormal magic. For this reason he has long been regarded by the Church as the righteousness of evil, the incarnation of the demonic realm. For Eleonora, she is also the Lord of life.

And the witch is also one with the look of a mystery, but the dark long coat has a headscarf in her eyes, and the body of the toddler girl is even hidden from even the brilliant evil eyes of the dreams. As if the shadow had turned into a rock, it cannot stand as one of the slightest sounds. Any magic, including fragrance, lurks the ringing.

The other one is known by the world as a hero and also suspected of being a demon...... name Marco.

He is the man who led the army to the war-torn continent to bomb his martial name. He is a man who toured his knowledge with a far-reaching horizon and cornered the world to an impending situation. He is also a shallow opponent for Eleonora.

I can't see the armor of what is a military outfit. I don't even have a sword on my hips. I have a spear in my hand as a weapon, but it seems to have been used as a cane in one way or another. Her complexion is morbidly bluished under the dark hair wet by a sticky sweat, and she's done it. It seems to me that standing is finally the case.

"It seems that those who disobey the Holy Path were friendly and playing conspiracy to the land of disease and venom... hehe... it would have been easier to reject it if this had happened. How refreshing it would be to be able to destroy witches and demons in one place. that the Church can move forward with its plans for the next millennium."

I walked out with pleasure. It is a walk that does not trample on muddy soil, does not collapse on moss, and does not make the rubbing sound of hard things where stones and rocks have been trampled. Again, this man is light. There is nowhere to be drawn to the earth.

There is a red one at the end of the walk. It is also like a burning fire surrounded by unusual figures in each of the three parties, but it is a red cloth. It's wrapped in something the size of a person's height. It's what a man who can't be a hero or a demon has been carrying when he sweats.

Eleonora is aware. that the cloth is a flag of war in the colour of fire.

Eleonora is sensing. That its contents are the bodies of my sister who divided the blood.

Eleonora is aware. That what dwells on its body is the treasure of the Church.

"Hey, this looks heavy inside. It's obvious if you think about the total amount of life you're packing."

If a bare foot in a knitted shoe stretched from a white coat and kicked it gently with its unspoilt toe, some of the wrap was unscrewed and zeroed out of it. White hair. Is that the neck? If the knitting shoes tread twice or three times, the contents will shake. It's still the neck. A neck amputation is effective in discussing those who are out of the ordinary.

"Which comes to mind? To carry the Sacred Warrior so far as to kill him, to extract his traditional life by witch's spell, and so on... do you say that even if it is evil, there is enough... thinking about how today's world has begun and survived, even if it is the devil who seems hesitant. Are you really going to destroy the world?

He says things that are embarrassing to the mouth and grumbles brave men who are unspeakable on his feet. Are you going to play alone in a freezing space where no one can answer and no one can move? I keep my bow in my hand.

"The world of beginnings… was on a vast and abundant earth, with men and gods"

There is some light shining on the solitary stage of silence that brightens up the appearance of a white man playing with his childish feet. The words you speak are flowing like music.

"But suddenly the Demon King appeared. The world was polluted by despair, devastated by nothingness, and only came to an end with a renunciation… the gods forced one decision. That is, the world stops."

The Archbishop of the Church speaks, so it is the Bible. But what is not what can be taught in general. The tone also has a sad sound rather than majesty.

"God is a dream, God is an ideal, God is an admirer... because there must be no nagging and dooming away, etc., so before everything was lost, the gods decided to take the demon king on the road and go to eternal sleep. Just a once great miracle using great life...... a very cold storm that freezes sometimes. Even now it is blowing to the north. The land where demon kings and gods sleep is called the Great Ice Plains."

Cold, Eleonora tightened her mind even in her inability to move. It is not an illusion. There is cold air that acts directly on life without going through the air. A myth told like a soul song emits magic.

"With that ice and snow on their backs, people fled"

I told him like he was some bully, and the guy with the icy hair gained momentum on his legs. I kicked him hard. About the brave man who was decapitated and wrapped in a war flag.

"A horde of people who, while still attacked by the remaining army of demon kings, did not stop running away, paid every sacrifice and wished to survive even ahead of the unmatched...... at the beginning of which was a leader with white hair. A miracle without God… Hermione, the brave man of the beginning, is the one who manipulated the art of wonder with his life. People without learning can be wolves."

It's frustrating. Is it about a people who prefer fables? Or about the flag you can't solve with your legs? Or is it about the brave man who gets wrapped and kicked in it in the fire but stays?

"The white brave man who led people to fight and led people away...... the gods decided to bless her. And the two gods stayed unfrozen to protect people. The goddess of beauty, who commands heaven, and the goddess of victory, who commands the earth."

Two gods in heaven and earth...... one can also find their own Lord among the seals of God listed by the Church. It's a bow and arrow and a crossbow. The Church teaches that the Goddess blessed man with the Holy Bow and the Holy Cane, and that the Goddess guarded man with the Holy Cane and the Holy Axe.

"The masculine god used a blade to fight the demon king to build a huge embankment, with which he blocked the ice storm. The Great Embankment to Protect People... The Borderline Mountains of this World... Even now, the Gods of Men still smell like mountains and mountains."

It is told with the sound of Scripture. It is a secret myth in general. Naturally, this man, the archbishop of the Archbishop, finds out about it, and Eleonora, who spent time with the witch in the Dust Dream Forest, also finds out that it is the source that is different and the truth of the myth.

"And... the goddess, with a miracle, prepared the atmosphere, flowed the great river, and prepared the land for man to live in. All that, or I'll still be on Holy Grail Island watching the world come. We continue to bless this world where people are sheltered."

Speaking, he swung with his legs, and eventually some of the flags spread, and something rolled out. Hands. Right arm elbow ahead. Apparently the neck wasn't the only one amputated.

Margarita.

What did you want and become a brave man? What did you gain by running on the battlefield? And what was the end of the line?

The white and clear right hand is either holding his fist or closing his finger halfway. Or would that be in the form of a grip on the unseen? With the fire flag as the background, what is the contour of the bloody skin is clean. It's even beautiful. Or maybe it crystallized white after a burning fever. It is the white porcelain that is associated.

Fire or this again.

Eleonora remembered the sight she had once seen in the Wang Capital, suppressing the multicolors of emotions that were gushing from the back of her chest with her pharynx. I chew my back teeth to indulge in the impulse...... I could chew.

"Oh! God! Holy!"

Either it was something exciting after telling the hidden mythology, or the man, second in rank in the church, began to act like he was dancing.

"Our Church is what makes us messengers of God and agents of divine will! Having been given the noble mission of protecting the world directly over God, we manage and operate the world with the right teachings…"

It was just as soon as the speech started.

"... ho ho... kay!

A second word was uttered in the space of the recital.

It's Marco.

Regardless of the hero or demon verdict, he must have moved about twenty years out of the woods more than anyone else. While its voice was small and bitter, its three sounds had the power to stop the light tongue by the archbishop under one blow.

"Ho, boulders are demons. Do you move your tongue even if it's sealed with hundreds of lives?"

The grey-haired man, who performed a miracle in this space, exaggerated his hand holding the bow and showed it with his shoulders flaunted. The smile floats with the softness of those who name the priesthood.

"God... Holy... Protect... Manage... Hear, hear, hear, hear!

The side known as the Demon Man is a look of bitterness. Because the spear in your hand is nothing more than a spear of interrogation polished by the man who made it, and you are not allowed to move, etc., so there is sweat flowing by the sickness even while you talk about it alone. It makes his face look more like a ghost.

"The difference between running, and... giving up, and... without knowing...!

But hot.

Its trembling voice, which reaches from the bottom of the earth, is filled with heat up to tremendous. It has a tremendous amount of pressure.

"Of the owner... are you going to... God is!

Still hot. I felt like I had been set on fire by a life cooled by mythology, and Eleonora was unknowingly exhaling. I noticed my jaw trembling in battle.

"Livestock, you mean... people!

Hot. Marco...... who made history of the outside world in the name of Marco Hahato...... behind his dark hair sticking to his forehead, something felt swollen and swirling without sound. In response to the signs of something that rolls hot, or even within Eleonora's chest, the beat is increasing in strength and speed to Russia. I swallowed my spit.

"Miserable... to die in darkness, for... of that, for... how much blood... how much life... has been paid for! Keep... just to die, make war... forever, keep paying!

Fire or now again.

Eleonora visioned the flames blowing up.

"A source of impatience to erode the world... the tumor of the virus... maintain the Great Ice Plains, just for that!!

Oh... that calorie is amazing.

Or I was wondering if the icing in this space would melt as well. And he leaped with a martial name that would be "Fire”, and I wondered if he would dye his white coat to Zhu with his spear. Eleonora wondered if that kind of drama would happen. That's what the witch Micazaine asked for on this occasion, and I wonder if that's why she's silent.

"Hehe... you're right about the report. Knowing the secrets of the Church, you pushed forward the taboo of exploiting the plain... Ugh..."

But nothing happened.

The heat has been emitted, but it has not reached the point of retreating the frozen temper of divine authority, and has not been able to break the grin of the white man who dominates this place. The space is just bright with no wind, and the pleasure of watching the bitterness is just illuminated.

"But you shouldn't force it too much, should you? The power of miracles is still a strong seal on your life. If you can't move, you'll lose a thousand lives. A lineman would die mad... but you cannot escape death if your life is distorted by a witch's curse. Ugh, it must be unimaginably painful! Only if it is a life that precipitates, clouds and dirts off the great circulation...... haha!

Laugh. Archbishop Cukrein can laugh. While the awesome man is staring at me.

"That's a bullshit story to think about! The life of a man sentenced to death by fire for killing a brave man exposes the world to a living will cursed not by God's miracle! A fool's thought when mean or perhaps! At last, I did what I had to do to really fight the brave! haha! Fools would do this if they were extreme too! hahahahaha!!

A laugh with bright, but not warm, icesword-like sharpness echoed, and broke off.

"I'll put you to death."

A turn away from the laughter, says the archbishop in quiet majesty.

"Your presence is extremely annoying to the world. The witch has remained silent because it suppresses the expansion of the demonic realm… and it has always been so when it comes to producing people like you. Both divide the five bodies and seal them deep underground on the island of the Holy Grail. You fall asleep when you don't wake up. Never again be a threat to the world."

The flat right hand was raised small to indicate prayer for heaven. One person walked out of the depression either as a signal or behind it. He's an old man with a white mask covering the top half of his face. Apparently it's a ship's arm. I guess I'm a holy knight because I'm me. You can also see the sword of a cavalry on your hips.

The reason why it can move even in this freezing space would be the spiritual authority of what was held in its surviving left hand. It's a dagger. The mysterious wording fills the body with cunning and powerful powers to reconcile harmony.

The “key” sword.

Whether it's a miracle or a curse, it's an artifact that lifts all wonders. Eleonora had heard the legend more than her little friend. A dwarf she speaks with her own ancestors... a species who can be told from their powerlessness and innocence that they were let to the south with men... that their treasure where they are born adventurers is the dagger?

"Divide it as thinly as possible. Easy to transport. The blades gather after cleaning, but the uncontrolled forest by the witch will attack foreign objects with even greater ferocity. It's no longer dangerous for two pairs, like when you come. We will scatter individually to try to escape. We have to bring back as much as possible as part of it will be lost here"

What is spoken pale is a picture of the future of Church victory. We are going to fight witches and demons, retrieve brave men, and return to the world outside the woods. Is there a white military costume of the Knights of the Holy Grail waiting with the flag of God? Is it impossible for the red armies of the Cavalry Regiment of Fire to wait with the colored battle flag of Fire?

White cukrein, black marco, and silent michazaine.

Will the meeting of the abnormal land by all three unusual people end with the overwhelming of the others by those who brought in the artifacts as they were? Will all the brave men wrapped in red flags, demons and witches be separated and transported to the islands where God in heaven is located?

Not yet.

Two artifacts, the masked man who lay low... and the white man had already put out everything. The black man could do nothing but get here. If you look at it as a confrontation between the two, it's settled.

But witches aren't. Those who were originally here and waited for the two of them have left hidden bills in silence. It's a trick that can be a trump card without holding artifacts. Or just enough power to counter God as well. Eleonora knows more about its existence than anyone else. Naturally, the trick is on me physically and mentally.

Sora, a masked man walked out with a dagger in his hand. The destination is not the witch. Are you on guard? Or do you mean firstly to finish off the man who said bad things about the church? Either way, the target can't move.

Not yet.

Or will the witch abandon Marco Hahato? He who finds himself and still carries out a considerate trick. Cursed by the world, cursed by the world, alone in this world. Angry giants. Have mercy on your life.

Have you used it? Is it unexpected? Or is the appearance of artifacts unexpected and there is nothing we can do about it?

It's better than waiting.

Eleonora opened her lips slightly, keeping both eyes open in the shadows, waiting for her mission.

Sound.

A sound of sharp string ringing. Another artifact? No. This is different. Because.

Arrows.

An arrow flew in. From the back of the woods.

Tear apart the space of silence. It flies. Sharp. Fast. Everything is in a space where it stays cold, or freezes and stops, and it's a wake-up flight. An arrow without confusion. An arrow without hesitation. Make me feel even pure.

"Ah?"

The arrow was hit. It's the left hand of Archbishop Cukrein. The hand that holds the artifact. I stabbed him in the middle of the back of my hand, halfway through. Something else flies as a result. The artifact flies. Because the arrow pushed exactly. He pierced his gripping hand and hit the ancient bow of spiritual authority. I bounced it. The artifact that dominated this space.

And time restored its regular suppleness. Everything went back in between moments.

Marco ran as some unidentified treble sounded.

Fast. Head to the fallen ancient bow. That also meant avoiding the masked man at the same time, but he never got run over. I heard a tongue-in-cheek short. It's Marco. Why did you tongue him?

The masked man did not follow Marco, but rather stepped back. Keep your dagger pointed towards Marco. There is a cuckoo crane there, slowly but oriented toward the ancient bow. My eyes and mouth are half open. There is a whisper leaking like exhalation. Eleonora noticed when she heard that.

Screaming or this resounding treble. A scream that doesn't even make a voice. What... whose is it?

There was a sharp, strong, kicking sound on the ground.

It's Marco. Step in with the spear. Are you after a masked man who stands to protect Cukrein? I have a dagger. Both blades are sharp. Both warriors are agile.

Ancient bows are left on the ground.

This means that there was some sort of battle rush going on around it. And that means it didn't do any good. Both brunette warriors and masked warriors only have one deadly blow to each other.

The spear stretches. protruded. Eleonora's eyes saw a spiral spin there. That's the kind of move. The determination to not have to wear any obstacle was shown... in fact, it did.

The spear was poked deep into the side of the masked man, but pulled out instantly without stopping. Blood splashed fine. That's it, one move? Will high speed rotation also act to immediately strike the next prey?

But there's no one left to stab anymore.

Cukrein's neck was rolling at Marco's feet with the masked man, with a Kyoton face.

Was it Eleonora's mistake to see that she only seemed to blink once? A little further away, I put my white clothes together. My body is also down. There doesn't seem to be much blood out there.

"Hmmm...... finally"

A masked man.

The man who flipped himself and flashed his dagger... and cut off a man's neck with that blade, not even for a long time, stands there looking like he doesn't feel any itch, even if he gets a spear on his defenseless flank for it.

Who is it? Why did you do it? I wonder what happened.

The voiceless Eleonora question can't even be conveyed. The masked man looked at what he had slashed, exhaled small, etc., and looked back slowly. To Marco. Ask him standing up with a spear in his hand.

"Now I'm going to have killed one era?

That's like an attitude toward an old friend. The resentment and anger towards those who stabbed themselves aside, I can't even feel the vigilance or nervousness. It must be fatal. There's blood spilling out of the wound while I'm doing that, but I don't care. I'm just looking straight at Marco.

"... that thing, Joaquim?"

"I can tell you what to do. I'm glad I got my life, my name, my blessing, my meal, and more than I was paid in advance."

Saying that very plainly, the masked man sat down on the spot. It's an old thing. I wiped the dagger with my jacket and also checked the distortion of the blade, placing it on the sheath. And let it go toward Marco.

"Take it. There are many incredible doors in the Great Shrine. You'll need it."

Nodding, receiving, and Marco rushed out. To the depression of the woods. That's where the arrows flew in. Eleonora followed. I thought I should, and the main witch never stopped me.

Divide into bushes. Eleonora is guessing what she will see. Because even if the sound of the forest is back, I can't hear that scream anymore.

At the root of a large tree wrapped in grass, Marco knelt on the mud and held one woman in his arms. Is it a luxurious body for military personnel? But the Devil's Forest doesn't pass by chance, so I'm sure he's the one who walked this far together. A bow and arrow are falling on the side.

It seemed like a painful way to die.

This place is not far from that space. I can see the witch through the tree stand. The seal of life by the artifact would have extended far enough. He seemed like a strange kind of man.

Despite that, he shot a bow against a miracle. That's another miracle. But it's an act of death. And it's brutal death. Should I say as foretold, Eleonora regarded the slice of life drifting in a thousand cuts as a feeling of mystery.

"... I didn't mean to ambush you"

Quiet voice. Marco is talking.

"I didn't even intend to take you into this forest, but Elvi won't give in only with regard to my health... for a long time, only there was really strong..."

Though I'm not sure if I'm a demon or a hero, the only thing I'm sure about is that I could destroy this world... crying. No tears. I don't even tremble. But I'm crying. People cry without having to weep or anything. I can cry.

"If you brought him in, that means I issued a military order. If an arrow was released on that occasion, that means I used tactics. If you let me choose my own death to save me... that means I was cursing Elvi's heart. It doesn't matter if it's meant to be or not. I spent Elvi's life for my purpose."

There are zero defenseless words. Her hands gently stroke the woman's hair, her cheeks.

"Really, it's awful like me... no blood, no tears..."

Eleonora hears it and sees it. Without taking a step back, without uttering any words.

"I... am a demon"

If that was the case, there was an immediate response.

"Even so. You're a demon."

Micazaine. The Dust Dream Forest Witch. Those who watched the confrontation remain silent have now spoken.

"The most honorable and mighty power in this world... what makes this world... i.e., life"

The witch stands beside Eleonora and spins her words demonically from behind her headscarf.

"Everyone has it in front of them, and you've worked it out. Toughened, sharp, vastly burnt. I became the owner of a huge life by myself. I became a superman."

Marco doesn't turn around. I'm just showing you my shoulders and my sides.

"Some supermen have numerous lives in one or all of them. What you call it changes depending on what magic it comes from. A demon according to a curse, a brave man according to a miracle... you seem to say archbishop in general these days. You mean miracles also develop? It's called the presence of the Holy Knight... and the course of time is terrible."

The witch separated the words from the words, saying, as if she had been bewitched somewhere.

"Curses and miracles are magic that uses the power of life. Nothing changes. This is also just a difference in name. And they're both different from people's point of view. It is tragic because the great ice plain, which is considered a miracle of the gods, the blessing of the heavenly God and the woman who is worshipped… something great is paid for to gain something great, and it cannot be perpetuated. Time is the only reason for change. It takes strength to stop and move forward. If you hate being flushed, it's just harsh."

Say it and pay the headscarf. A witch's face appears. Eleonora missed her gaze. On the contrary, he blocked his sight by deepening his headscarf. Because I know how beautiful it is. Beauty, as if it were magic and divine authority in itself, shakes and dyes life. It's not something you can look at without having to.

Marco watches. I hear it's not the first time. It reflects the beauty of a semigoddess like a young girl in both eyes, but it has nowhere to move. Quiet eyes. My hands are merciful of the woman in my arms unchanged.

But there are changes. The color of my eyes.

The thick gray colour is twisted and the sparkling colour flashes. The strong force of incompetence is about to manifest. Even the Devil's Forest seems to be bothered by that hunch. Is there a storm coming? Will the flames rise? Or will the blade shake? In any case, it frightens the forest. That kind of power is leaking into the color of gold.

"I made the payment. Micazaine. To get fire from you."

"Um. The life of a brave man, I did receive. The archbishop was quicker than planned. My arms will ring."

"I'll manage the artifact. This is what I need to fight."

"Mm-hmm. Let's find one more in the mountains. The artifact calls the artifact"

Words exchanged contain elements that are eleonorable and incalculable. Shut up and listen. That is what those who made the witch the Lord of their lives should look like.

"You can cross to the island with the intention of confronting me. If I had two artifacts, I wouldn't need my wand. It's a forest in the shape of a human being that carries my voice far away... but I finished it well."

I can tell even if it's blocked by a headscarf. The witch's gaze is pointed. Eleonora was just awed.

"God of heaven, or... kukuku..."

The witch laughs. You're a witch.

"That's not going to change. I'm half an elf."

It tells the story of the "four colors of the sun”.

Returning to the world beyond the deep woods, “Firewood" said he climbed the tower where the Fairy King lived in the winter with the power of gold in his possession. So he did a "seasonal fire," and he started a flame, and he finally ascended to the frozen heavens?

It's a fable. No one can unravel how many shards of truth are hidden there.

Then why not history? What facts does history record after the disappearance of the hero Marco Hahato?

Sometimes even reversing clearly shown good and evil merits because people are allowed to string history with romance. Enrich your imagination and even tell the story of a person who has been determined to be a bad man like a hero.

Demon Salomon?

He was already subject to re-evaluation in his time as Marco Hahato.

Witch margarata?

Unfortunately, there is no story that tells her as good. So much so that some people point to the villain named "The Mirror of the Devil" in “The Four Colors of the Sun" as referring to her.

Isn't there another demon? Regardless, I'm not talking about Marco Hahato. It's about a man who tells him he was exposed and destroyed. It's about an extremely despicable man who allegedly deceived God at the tip of his tongue as well.

The man put away his priestly clothes and was fat as rarely as he was at the time.