Fly the Flag of Fire!

Painting if engraved on the verge. History if it flows in extension.

The world is itchy there.

In the evening king's capital, the cooking smoke rises flourishing, and everywhere is covered in softness. The liveliness as the lights go out, the walks of those seeking a warm meal, the cool breeze through the streets, the aftermath of the bells announcing the hour… everything is happening under thin clouds. Every place, every moment, must have a beautiful sight.

A series of clouds stretching up from this side to the other side of the horizon is magnificent and loose, drifting somewhere blurry. It also resembles the side of the distant thought-provoker. Or maybe he's dropping off the red sinking yuku.

Soon the night will come. What dazzled me disappears and leaves.

But that doesn't mean the end. Morning is coming. Something strong and glowing rises. Always.

Joaquim Beck was thinking of that as he was trapped in one of the spires of the royal castle and looked out through a thin window. If you move, the chain that connects your hands and feet rings, so you don't move slightly, you don't eat.

Tips, tricks, tricks.

Is that sound I hear counting the time to sunset... or is it a shoe sound? Beck turned his gaze from window to door, feeling unbusy with the sound, but for some reason it didn't seem sinister. To wait for someone to climb. I was just making noises to make it so.

Welcome aboard, at least with majesty.

The chains made an annoying noise because they had settled in correctly. Beck exhaled small. This is not just a chain. It is made of a special metal called "cold iron”. It has a magic seal effect.

It's pointless. Beck doesn't have any strange powers or anything.

Still, this connects me. This was the first time Beck had been brought to Wang Capital by a church specialty, a familiar product, but it was the first time he had ever been connected. Until now, it was exclusively the connecting side. It was used to investigate the rare appearance of a psychic. I solved it if it was good for the Church, and if it hurt me, I killed it as it was.

It was work. to preserve world order and keep the collapse of the world away.

Wherefore he put chains around them, and slew them, even unto those who were not incapacitated. in a cruel way.

If you turned your consciousness to the past, it would be as vivid as it was yesterday and remind you of the feeling of that day's chain. The night of the abominable burning...... On the day of the Holy Flame Festival, Beck tied up one hero as a demon. exposed in front of a mad crowd. I killed him in a fierce flame.

I needed to do that. I had to.

By doing so, I lost a friend. You couldn't have wanted to.

Salomon.

He was a man who was going to solve everything with a hateful clear face. He cleaved through difficulties, pierced obstacles, and crushed despair. I have mercilessly destroyed those who oppose me. It would have been thorough if action had been taken.

So when it comes to being a ruthless and brutal man, as the world generally says, who was feared by anyone... no.

He was also thorough in his distinction between public and private, so once he left work, he was as if he were someone else. He was a thick caregiver for his brother-in-law, he used paintings and songs as his hobby because he was bad, and he often failed by taking light-hearted challenges in food and drink and color.

It was always busy around him. He was a man I never tired of watching.

Even when he was a merchant and became a soldier, Salomon was Salomon without any change. It's the surroundings that have changed. A war of increasing intensity made him stand out as a masterpiece.

He got more and more attention.

Everyone could no longer ignore him without distinction: young and old, noble bitches of his identity, enemy allies, etc. I had to take him to my heart. If that's all you have to do with feelings until you like it or hate it, then it's hard for those who have been dyed to either love it or hate it. Beck wonders if the brave man at the time was disturbed by it and died in battle.

And Salomon's dead, too. He's dead. Killed. Beck killed him.

But so does Beck. I wondered if a huge will would have killed him with a representative named Beck, as he had killed him with the means of fire.

The empire. The church.

Haven't all the humans who live in this world wanted his death?

There is no difference between those who actively cried out to kill and those who meditated on their eyes when they were unavoidable. There is only a slight difference between those who behold the Fire and are ecstatic, and those who turn away from it and mourn. The same as those who carried out the great things involved, as if they knew nothing. Neither the baby nor the fetus is an exception.

Because the Holy Flame Festival was only executed to bring a serene routine to 10,000 people.

It's not a conceptual story. It's a tough fact. With his death the world regained equilibrium. It was for that reason that I needed to be burned. That night filled with madness.

In the military, it stopped the kingdom's retrograde invasion, and in politics it also became a drop for both East and West. Neither the empire that fought and disputed it against the brave, nor the kingdom that confounded the brave and disputed it, could be helped if neither evil was a devil conspiracy… By the Church's acknowledgment so, both nations were able to return to the path of faith.

It's not all about the rationale of a country or organization. Burning was also necessary in philosophy, morality and the spirit of the individual. I needed a demon. I was asked not to be aware of it.

Even if, for example, the tongue, which had encouraged murders in a dirty and ferocious manner, suddenly chanted a poem of fraternity, it was no longer anything strange. There is no longer any guilt whatsoever in the fact that whoever brutally kills someone else's child smiles and hugs his own child, nor in surrounding the table with a crop grown in soil that has inhaled human flesh. Everything spared the stain of sin.

Because all the madness and sin in wartime became the responsibility of the demon.

The reason is that if you were confused by the devil's curse and plot, you have no choice. It's an exoneration stool. Everyone swarmed. It means people got a hand wipe to clean themselves up, used it, and disposed of it.

Beck is flattered by the shallowness of man, while he can't help but feel strong sadness again.

A war that intensifies to the point where one of the two states is doomed and even the brave men of the sacrament lose their lives...... it was nothing but a nightmare for man in either country and needed salvation. It was rare.

Burn the firewood to wake up from the nightmare.

To get out of the unusual, burn the fire.

Burn, O flame, to return to a healthy and stable life.

Save us mortals to the mornings of goodness by extinguishing charcoal from the man whom the Church has certified as a demon.

Beck had been beaten to human weakness and sinfulness as he commanded a burning on a lavish platform and stirred up fanaticism. I felt like I was being burned again. The heat, the pain and the pity at that time were no longer burning physically and mentally, and after twenty years I still suffer Beck.

Thus the tragedy of war became in every sense a thing of the past, and everyone was to live in an era of reconstruction. Everyone was allowed something to have a peaceful, happy time.

But Beck found out.

Only priests of the rank of bishop or higher can know, the secret of the Church. the cruel truth of the world.

Peace is nothing but a small pause. Happiness and the like are only fertilizers scattered before the harvest. No one, he's just kept alive as a sinner without forgiveness. I'm just exposed to the appearance of fright without knowing anything.

In other words, every life is only every penny of the money you pay to keep the world alive.

Besides, there's no way the world is going to be human where we keep paying for it.

Humanity is doomed. The future is certain. There is no other skill than to extend your life.

Beck didn't want to know such a desperate truth. If I didn't know, I might have kept the promise I made to the friend I killed. I could have moved on to ideals and worked to eliminate miserable wars from this world.

The fact that Eleonora was approached to take control of the king, the plot to assassinate the king at the instigation of a margarata, the circulation of the legend of the brave, the coordination of the military power of the empire and the kingdom… all that ploy was to keep the war under control. I wanted to be able to end it at least steadily, because we need to wage war on a regular basis.

It means that he worked more enthusiastically than anyone else for the true purpose of the Church.

And it means he betrayed his friends by not meeting their expectations.

Living the world after the fire as a bishop, Beck did not put his life at risk in the battle entrusted to him by his friends. He was frustrated with the pursuit of the ideals he spoke of, and he also renounced resisting an unacceptable reality, changing his own mind.

So listen to this sound.

Tips, tips...... Katsuri.

The shoe stopped in front of the door. Heart-broasting heat is coming from across the door. Beck was bathing in it and remembering the words of a woman with silver hair and red eyes as she tasted the hallucinations of being burned from within and outside her body.

"That man is dead. But I'm still here... I'll live again."

Was that something extra heartbroken? No. The mysterious eye of exposing life and weighing life had no such shards as the color of despair. I was looking at something beyond the usual. That's why Beck let her go.

Not for friendship, not for sin.

He hoped that some unknown power would be unleashed on his tragically ended friends.

It happened. Against Beck's expectations, not from the south, but from the north. A strange boy appeared in the kingdom in a new wind of war. The boy fought hard, beat the win, and defeated the army of the Empire by no skin. As a result, he even became a hero who was not known to the continent.

My heart shook.

Because the boy's tongue waved to the Empire Emperor was littered with mystical insights. Without saying it directly, it was something that could not be missed for those who knew the secrets of the Church.

I thought no. Or I didn't think.

But... I shook my head to the side of it. I sighed at my stupidity. Beck decided to immediately throw away something stubborn in his chest and figure out a realistic way to use the boy.

Because I was used to it. To give up.

Because I forgot how to do it. Of dreaming.

A pawn for graciously taking in and aggregating the power of the kingdom. Instructions were given to Flag Knight Topias with that policy. Eleonora was manipulated to prepare a special general position. I thought that was enough. I chewed on the darkness I was used to savoring, saying that was what reality was.

Different.

Totally different.

The gray world, where Beck was supposed to spend until his death, was vividly torn apart, and a scorching flame appeared that just burned down heaven and earth. Beck was reunited with his friend, who was supposed to have killed him, as the blue gray giving up, which had fallen cold on his body and mind, was burned to a breath, trembling at his sinfulness and fragility, which had become dewy.

The boy, who named himself Marco, was Salomon.

It would be another individual as an organism, but it was salomon.

Celebrating the defeat of the Imperial Army, an award ceremony as supported as possible as a stage of this unparalleled glory for many… before it began. Called by a woman who housed the power of mystery in her red eyes, guided, Beck met with the boy. I exchanged words.

"Long time no see, Joaquim. Congratulations on your ascension to the bishop. I wonder how comfortable it would be to wear a sacrificial garment that sleeves by the merit of burning me?

That's how they greeted me. It seems disgusting and doesn't disgust me. With its bareness.

"You look pale again for a long time. I'll tell you. Due to laziness and compromise. You used to blur that you wanted to have some fun, but that must have been a joke after you found out that if you really made it easier, you'd be in pain. I don't know what you're doing... I can't believe you work for the Holy Grail Island more than anyone."

That's what I was accused of. It's more like losing interest than being stunned.

"I know what it means to blow a southerly wind in the plain of the disaster. I know that you are also a bishop. Miserable and miserable, the true image of this world… The Church has been hiding it for a long time, but I am prepared to expose its secrets to the whole continent. Depending on the matter, as if it were a wind of anger, it would be scattered from the direction of the heavenly mountains. At the speed of a good horse. And the world will be miserable. The way humanity ends will be terribly early enough. You don't want it, so it's a big deal to do at the ceremony after this."

That's how they blackmailed me. In a language of immense things but in a tone that is not fierce.

"Joaquim... I will kill you all for nothing any day. Of course, but not for revenge. Because I'm going to need your death. Just like the world once needed that fire. I'm going to change the world for my purpose, so I'm going to step on a lot of death in the process. Yours is the last one. Until then... you should earnestly work your days until I kill you. That's about all you can do, right? If you can't, you're just going to die for nothing. You can't even be my enemy."

That's what was prophesied. Let the future be cold. More like a death sentence than a declaration of war.

Is that a miracle of God or a devil's curse? Either way, it must have been on the outside of the interrogation. Something must have worked. More than a decade after the night of the fire, Salomon, in the form of a boy, hunted down Beck. He could neither avoid nor endure, but he had broken his heart in a single breath.

The boy was Salomon. Definitely.

But... oh... what an unbroken salomon!

Intense presence is no different than it used to be in the sense of accidentally paying attention. But it was getting too huge and there was nowhere to soothe with the surroundings. Even if it makes it powerful, it does. It was accompanied by the stubbornness of not shaking no matter what and it felt like I was in self-restraint. The pressure of willingness to do everything thoroughly was directed more towards himself than anyone else, and he seemed to sharpen his mind to the point where he strayed from the normal track.

There was little sign of rest. I didn't even want the happiness of the shards. I couldn't even see the stray dust.

It was not like being human.

Behind the ruthless words and deeds was anger beyond limits. Behind the vivid impression was unimaginable.

It was also beyond the presence of man, and there was something that made me wonder what a demon was even while making me feel the spiritual authority of a brave man.

I mean, it was hard to see.

The boy looked like Beck's known salomon achievement. He was also only human with great talent... he was only human... the man who was human was still dead, apparently. I had been shredded off my humanity. Neither allowed sweet ambiguity nor warm filth, nor were they allowed, to emit glare until cruel.

I saw an illusion. It's a burning phantom.

A flame that burns all over the world burning and destroying one of the bound as its core...... Salomon is at the heart of the Red Lotus. At the convenience of the world, at the mercy of humans, Salomon is immortal and upright, even though he was sentenced to death by fire. Or Salomon, who rose again after wanting to perish once. He had a resolute eye on the world and man.

And Beck realized he was a great sinner. I was heartily convinced that I was a traitor, a lazy man and a coward. I regretted it terribly. I was also jealous of some humans. It was as if he was even stir-frying his heart on top of being torn apart.

So Beck thought that at least he would be a diligent enemy.

Until now, after the Fire, I was greatly disappointed in my friends. Even more so, I will not die. Foolishly, he lived with pain and anguish. The way it ends is too miserable for a friend to despise and forget. At least I wanted you to step on the death named Joaquim Beck.

That was a really difficult job.

Still, I think Beck did as well as he did.

Therefore, we can wait calmly. I can clear my ears until I am careful that the chain that binds me does not make any noise. I can welcome that person who must have come to trample on his own death.

Gachari.

There was no sound of inserting the key, and the door lock opened. Little unexpected is a sign of wonder. Beck relative to the breath inhaling door. I don't even blink. You can no longer exhale the breath you inhale.

"Hey, Joaquim."

It was Beck's long-awaited self who showed up. Even if you are wearing a dark colored coat to hide the human body, its identity is obvious. There is zero black hair coming out of the back of the headscarf that remains on.

"Wasn't it a long time ago? My execution date is tomorrow morning."

"You say it with much happiness. A man who confesses to being a demon has a liver."

When he entered the room, he immediately sat down in his chair as well. Place the dagger on your desk that was strapped to your hips as you put your feet together. It's unmade. Do not deal with two strange daggers in this world.

"I had arrangements. There would have been no obstacle to crossing the island."

"I've met the Pope. He was still with the goddess of heaven."

"Was he an outsider?"

"It was an elf woman"

Totally, he laughed small.

"As soon as I met him, I got the answer to one question. A statue of God seems to have begun to be made by looking at the real thing. I mean, the gods of the earth and the dwarves like that. They say the witch is a half elf, so is this the dwarf that stays? If you're going to interpret the fable, you may have mixed it up with people and disappeared... or are you hiding somewhere? Just as the blood of the dark elves remains today as a minority."

It is a topic that deviates from common sense. Even so, I think Beck is stingy because he sounds rustic. I wonder how much the Church has distorted the way the world is.

"It's like a painting story... that you're not human in this world, etc."

"Everything is left behind. It would have been with humans a long time ago, dreams and ideals. It is no different in nature from the kind of angels and fairies created by the Church. If you blur the focus of reason, the world happens to glow like a kaleidoscope. And maybe it's a blessing to do something delusional."

"Hmm... that sounds like poetry"

"The ancient truth is poetic. Emotions arrive before understanding because it's too far away. We have no other way of talking about eternity than poetry."

He said something that he didn't understand, and he waved hilariously.

"The conversation with the goddess went well."

He turned his face towards the window, so the golden colour flashed behind the shadow that wrapped his headscarf.

"An unusual breeze blowing from the island of the Holy Grail to the Great Ice Plains, using the plains of the Wreck as a hunting ground, the purple cloud sea as a boiling pot... the southern wind that sends people's lives as magic to maintain the Great Ice Plains... i.e. the Great Miracle of“ Soul Winds ""

Beck took his breath away from the battle because a secret was spoken that could also be spoken.

That's it.

Exactly that is the truth of the world and the greatest reason for the existence of the Church.

The gods sealed the demon king and his army under ice and snow, but the power of his miracle is not lasting, so it is necessary to supply the power of life on a regular basis. Without doing that, the Great Ice Plains will melt and collapse. The Demon King and his hosts are resurrected with desperate power. The world will be destroyed.

Beck knows that's not superstition or excessive fear. If you look across the continent, you'll see.

The wind of temper that leaks across the heavenly mountains… The identity of the abomination that eats life and exchanges revenge on man is nothing more than the breath of a sealed demon king. Its cursing power is not confined to crop imperfections and so on, but it grows demonic realms in the people of the continent. The seal of the gods is incomplete in that regard.

Still, mankind is better than frightened. More than just keep paying for your life.

That's how Beck thinks about it, so now he's tied up in an iron chain. It exposes those who thought the exact opposite to the night before the execution.

"I'm not blowing that wind anymore"

Listen. Enter through your ears and strike a blow to your life, its terrible words.

"It's a lovely evening, isn't it? The world has stopped extending its life. I made it stop. [M] By using three wars as a means."

Listen to that voice that comes from far away heights.

"We fought the Empire first, but that was also an ass wipe of church failure. You guys were just too cautious about the lack of flexibility. I guess I was just thinking about letting the Imperial side win a little this time, etc.? So once again, it led to a crisis of kingdom annihilation. This is stupid business."

There's no way he can argue with it, he's just not comfortable being bullied, and Beck just listens quietly.

"I could see clearly the idea of brave men again if I had to. You think it's convenient to use it for indoctrination? Totally stupid idea. I'm overzealous of bystanders, and I don't understand the nature of the struggle. Those who cannot use miracles are more sophisticated and obsessive..."

Exhaling small, he said in a blazing breeze somewhere.

"I decided to speed up the plan. I paid a ton of lives to witches and goddesses, bought away a period of no inter-state war, and then I met you. To fight the next war in the kingdom."

I didn't think it was better as Beck. Because I was reminded of the shock when I first met him and the backdrop of the awards ceremony. I think it was something I was forced to dance to for a long time.

"The church spoiled the kingdom. It was truly terrible and fruitful. Especially in the south. It was urgent to renew people's minds. I'm in a bit of a hurry. I can't support my country's imaginary future as it is, and I'm doomed for no reason. Even the brutal healing required the baptism of the struggle. Perhaps we could have fought a little more because the structure of the North-South conflict was also available for the reform of the economic structure. It was a decision to look at the state of affairs in the south, but I don't think I rushed to settle it..."

Tilt his little neck with his headscarf on, he showed a bare gesture to conceive of during the bundle.

"... you won't have to take care of everything"

When Beck said that to him, a small laugh returned.

"Ha... right. Bad habit. Contrary to you, I'm not comfortable."

"Do you still say that? There's something wrong with your standards of ease. I've worked hard. The last of the three wars you speak of... wasn't the war between you and the Church a great deal due to my performances"

"You sure do. Thank you for bringing the brave in such a way. Because he was a brave man with more power than he expected... and if he hadn't been isolated, he'd have made more sacrifices to make up for it."

His hand lifted up to his neck and touched the gold neck ring that curved there.

"Kuster... what about my parents?

"My mother told me on the island. You surprised me."

"Wasn't that paranoid?"

"I don't remember him in this body, but I remember him demonically in my heart. It must be true."

"That's a strange thing to say."

"I have a wonder. [M] I breathe the curse and die all around me, without blood or tears. [M] Now would be the time to be sentenced to fire..."

He exhaled in a distressing sigh, and embarked on a journey towards Beck.

"... Unfortunately, it's your turn this time. The sins of war will be borne by you."

Not to Beck's knowledge of what to be sorry for, but with that golden glance strengthened, he has asked.

"Why did you choose to nail him? The executions that use barrels are long and miserable."

Am I blaming you? Beck rang his nose and responded accordingly.

"It's a little miscalculation. The barrel that I fit well, I bracketed the height that it was not easy to prepare. I've been nicely prepared to get you in trouble. It would be nice to call it in now and dance the unusual... well, I guess I've had enough. Not just now, but let me make it easier not to dance at the end of the day. I'm fine with barrels."

"... I got the poison of a fourth-chain snake. I'll arrange to paint it on the nail."

"Do as you please. You have the right to free my death."

I said it so strongly that blurring and silence arose there. My thoughts dried up and I itched my nose tip. The chain made a noise because I put my arms together. Far away, the sound of a bell announcing the night echoes in the sky of the king's capital.

"So?"

Beck asked without even looking at him.

"What do you do with the margaretas?

"A false brave man set up by the scam of the demon Joaquim Beck...... in other words, he is executed as a witch. Leave that kind of fact behind. There was no body left, so he drained the empty coffin into the purple cloud sea and finished. It's a water sentence."

"What about the flag knights?

"The Knights of the Holy Grail are not guilty. If I insist, I wonder if there is a ritual of being reprimanded for immaturity deceived by demons and witches. That's all. Though no one survives in the Eastern Church."

Whether you say it or hear it, it looks like you were pointing that gaze at the dagger on your desk. Beck noticed that but didn't say anything. I meditated instead. The day the masked man appeared. He was a man who eats and drinks beautifully without leaving behind even a crude meal.

"Nobody, nobody, he's dying... fly your life into the sky"

Beck was the one who squealed like that.

"It's a terrible thing to look only at the side of the kingdom. The three wars you counted, and the wars that preceded it... about Leo Salmant and Matthias Hellevi among Uncle Six Horsemen. I survived."

Many other figures' faces tie the footage behind their eyelids one after the other. Various with nobles, knights, soldiers, merchants. Old and young. There are men and women. I think that all of that face may have just lost its flesh now, or crossed the Heavenly Mountains on a miracle wind. Beck trembled.

"Waste...... shouldn't have been. At least."

"It's not a waste. Although it is difficult for me to admit it."

Beck sees because the cold air he just felt was scratched off by heat from a few steps away. Look at him. To issue a life-threatening inquiry into the man, who is now nothing but a demon in sight.

"I ask you, who was once Salomon and now Marco. As the one person who lived this world."

I'm going to get an answer. Even if he doesn't show his face yet, he has made his residence right.

"What are you going to do with the world?"

"I'm going to get it back. To be proud of man."

The instant answer had the power of flames. Beck even remembered the burn pain on his cheek.

"I don't know. Stop the Great Miracle. Expansion of the enchantment will be accelerated. The wind of temper gets worse. That will destroy the world... and eventually even the Demon King will come back."

Beck ate down. I open my mouth and move my tongue. That was all I felt, like my throat was burned and my stomach burned. But you can't be afraid to notice. I don't have time to tremble.

"End the source of doom"

The answer was released to Beck with a golden glow.

"Organize a special army, using the human world as a rear base, to march on the Great Ice Plains"

What did you say? Ask desperately. Accept it with the thought of death.

"I'm in charge, Joaquim. To beat up the sleeping gods and make the battle for the survival of the world a new one! To defeat the Demon King and his armies and to sow the suffering of despair! To fight it! To live! To fight! To pioneer! I do! I do!! That's why I'm here!!

Is this the demon?

Is this the Demon Man?

Beck was experiencing burning. Meat is the life of something that cannot be burned. I am exposed to a flame that is about to be extinguished. Fire. What do you say this is, not a fire?

"I won't let anyone get away... because I've fixed the world so no one can get away"

The fire silenced into one example. Instead, the demon can stand in. Beck fantasized that he was imprisoned in a cage of flames.

"If you don't want to perish, you don't want to cooperate with me anymore... hehe... we're talking about nowhere. I'm not going to ask anyone. [M] Anyway, he was killed irrationally once. I don't feel the need to consider anything. I can't stop, and no one can stop me..."

Is that a coincidence? Or a miracle?

At that time, the moonlight suddenly came out of the thin window and showed Beck what was inside the headscarf.

"... me, Joaquim"

Beck has no words.

"Involving everything in the world that burned me, involving 10,000 people who dream of being human beings as their natural right, and I'm just going to go to war to convince them."

Just ask. All at once. Tomorrow I will be finished to inscribe his words in my life.

"Hehe... your criticism among the moonhuas was shooting at you. People died just because of me, and the world went through a great crisis. Exactly a demon. Anyway, I'm also installing witch cooperation. You know what? The witch gained her own identity. I'm willing to be in the Dust Dream Forest and the Phantom Forest at the same time, that half elf. By the way, a witch's identity is a human being as an ingredient, also called a wand to mediate magic. That's so weird, he looks like he saw it somewhere. You may have wondered who it was when you heard your voice... but I don't talk about canes."

The events behind the interrogation are told. Even this indicates the presence of a demon. It's hyperbolic. Beck had to hear it like music from the middle of nowhere. Because it was past mysterious and beyond comprehension. Still wanted to hear it for a while. I wanted to overlap his time with his own.

"Sleepy, Joaquim"

"Oh, you're sleepy. It's time to lie down."

"Okay. Then I will."

"Oh, the requisition. Good luck. Long prayers."

"... thanks. Please rest in peace."

At night he went away, trying to melt into the darkness.

It's a dream, this. It's a shame to wake up.

That's what I thought, so Beck didn't head to the bedroom. I kneel by the window and look up into the night sky. The stars are blinking like far and far hopes. It glows like a human ideal.

"... I mean, let's take that one. You are."

Squirting. Like praying.

"You're a brave man. I can't imagine."

Laugh. Try to pray again for this, too.

"Gods, bless that man. A golden sun wheel follows ideals over the human world. Please, bless or not. To that man who struggles to bear the human world and even weeps under the moon, please... please...!

Pray. Beck tries to give his life and pray. Tears that transmit cheeks, whimpering throats, teeth, cold iron chains, forget everything and keep praying. Spend everything you have left.

At the end of such a night alone... Joaquim Beck, the Bishop of the East, was executed as a demon.