Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

The winds of the territorial capital mix with the scent of flowers even in winter.

Nothing from the north is limited to horses, because “snowflakes” are also used as perfume ingredients. Compared to that of military horses, the market size is known, and the fragrance lacks glamour and depth compared to the perfume consisting of the flowers of the South. But there is a strong luster in prudence, and that seems preferable to the man.

However, the scent that currently creeps up later on his nose beam is not “snowflake”. I know it smells like a hundred flowers, but the intensity must not be felt as if ripe fruit had been pummeled.

(Hidden secrets and deception are the only things that are interesting. Being obvious is a sign of shallowness. ridiculous)

Especially distinguished even in the rugged luxury of the ball, his prince was slightly uncomfortable while showing his picturesque and beautiful setting to his surroundings.

Baron Daniel Hackinen.

Being useless, he himself is anonymous, but Hackinen's family name means more than a title in the Kingdom of Asuria. Even if you are trapped in a secluded place, once you show up in the social world, you will be surrounded by your wife.

The three knights who were once under the brave man's command and gave his martial name… it was the head of which was the Hackinen “Viscount”, and one of the two remaining was his eldest son. If there was a knight on the side of a brave man in a painting on the subject of brave men, I'm pretty sure the oldest portrayed is the Viscount, the youngest written is the eldest son.

The tragedy of the fate of the brave has been sung in numerous plays and poems, but in all of them the immortality of the hackinen parents and children is one of the indispensable famous occasions. Viscount Hackinen shouted to the Eberian Imperial Army, pressing like Yunxia, and killed him in an attempt to open the way for the brave. The eldest son also waved his sword shoulder to shoulder with the brave man until the last moment, and was disputed sheltering the brave man. The brave cry to their death.

But they are completely different from the facts.

It's just a politically created story between the kingdom and the church.

The first work done by Daniel, who lost his father and brother and became the head of the Hackinen family in his youth, is the return of the Viscount. "Shame on my father and brother for not being able to protect the brave. I have the same," he pleaded with the king for a special victory... although that is publicly recorded.

Actually, it was a punishment. His father, confused by the place of death, fled with gestures, and his brother, who was slain by a miscellaneous soldier after losing his hips and his legs.

In the name of tears, the territory was confiscated, the position was taken, and a secluded place named Voluntary Care was shed in a town also close to the northeastern border. The king who supposedly “responded with mercy to that special victory” gave me only the Baron and the Abandonment Support. Daniel's future is surrounded by total darkness, and the glorious paintings traded at high prices beautifully depict his father and brother.

(What a stunning portrayal of something you can't see. People see what they want to see, but such empty fantasies affect the world with the power of fruit. It's ridiculously scary.)

There is also a single oil painting hanging on the wall of this great hall. A glimmer of light descended from heaven to the brave man in distress, and at his feet one knight who had worked so hard… After the death of his father, a man who was supposed to be the head of the Viscount Hackinen family is falling on his back. There are no tears or covets on that face. Daniel thinks it might have been rusty.

"Well, do you still care about that painting?

Daniel had to bite his own failure just because the bearer of that voice knew who it was. I think what a disgusting rush it has been for a moment of alarm. It was Count Matthias Herlevi, the host of this ball and the Lord of the Territorial Capital, who saw the colourful dresses split up.

"As you may think for Sir, we should be careful to forget the ordeal of the brave man and eat and drink. It's better than being tolerated."

"... I think of my brother's carelessness and I just grieve for my impudence"

"Hmm, well. I guess that's what it is."

Even if he admits to a scornful grin on Matthias' back teeth face, Daniel merely behaves mysteriously. This Forty Ragged Man learns the back of a legend of bravery. It is clear that you are decorating this painting with malice towards Daniel. I am annoyed at myself for being annoyed by the fallout.

"By the way, it was a pleasure to invite Sir. Come on."

Matthias walks toward the small room by the venue without looking back. Daniel is not allowed any other option to go after it. The ladies never pull it off. Only his gaze poked him in the back and shoulders, and Daniel made him walk even more gracefully.

(I hope you like it in those eyes, you dancers in fantasy)

Daniel's eyes are littlebirded with all the colors that dance to the venue. To the infirm birds who can't fly, who don't even know they're trapped in a sugar candy cage. It's like a Chinese candle feast or something.

Upon entering a small room that looked like one of the rest rooms, Matthias immediately ordered the door to be locked. I don't even take the liquor from the shelves. While I think it's practitioner-like acuteness, Daniel was hilarious about his inability to afford it.

"There was a burglar raid yesterday near the territorial capital. You know what?

"Yes."

"I'm letting you hit the search yesterday and today, only to find out that the thief is the horse thief in the matter. I still don't know Negijo. There's nothing wrong with the damage... there's been a slightly less interesting move around the city."

Daniel had a bad feeling about it as he asked him how he spoke bitterly in upright immobility. This man named Matthias honors that things carry on the book anyway. I'm an honest man, but I don't know what a flexible response is to do things on all fours. Such a man is now talking about what can be described as a collateral failure until he creates an informal place.

"What is movement......?

"The mercenaries have called themselves escorts and so on, and even asked the castle for financial assistance. I can't deal with them, but I brought them, petitions from merchants, etc."

"Is the plea......? It's also..."

"And there's more than one. Crusade the thieves or tighten security along the streets. If that doesn't work, I'm asking you to give me money to protect the logistics in your territory. Seems like a handful to even quote the text of the law...... I'm having a little trouble handling it"

That's where they gave me a glimpse, so I can't stand Daniel. Convinced that every trouble can be pushed. Matthias' face looked like a beast. This is the damn grin of a hunter who tangled his prey in a trap. I can't stop my eyebrows frowning.

"Sir's father and brother are the pride of the aristocracy, are they held by the knights?

Hear that voice with a sense of defeat that put pleasure on your tongue.

"I would have seen that brilliant painting. There is no stranger to Uncle Siu Hou, including myself, that it is false. Neither is the king. Isn't that really lamentable? Even though we should be proud of the preciousness of blood, I didn't know it was a disguise with no inner fruit"

I can hear words I can't hear. Son of a coward, a voice cursing at his coward brother was a wooden spirit in Daniel's ear. It's something I've been hearing for a long time now, so I'm not going to bother you any more. It's just that all the colors fade out of my sight and disappear. Voices continue from afar.

"I am also sympathetic to Sir's condition, Baron Daniel Hackinen. I hope the young lord still has the opportunity to snow the stigma. So... what do you think? Why don't you use your Sir's talent to solve these difficulties?

If, for the time being, you are compelled to cut something in the hand if there is one in the hand that is not suitable for creating a role, you will be thrown away without hesitation. That one is who I am, and I guess it was just cut and thrown away now...... Daniel was pale in accepting that fact.

The story is simple. Hire escorts and escorts with your personal possessions, lead them, and fight thieves as strangers to the territorial government. At dawn when it's done, the Hackinens will get fame with fruit... such a scam.

Daniel sees the muscles. It doesn't matter if you succeed or fail. By the time Daniel took action, Matthias would have already left the city in trouble. I see thieves as more trivial than my ex. If the thieves were fighting, fine, it doesn't matter because it's not fighting or consuming the leadership. Other than escorting military supplies, they are unwilling to move their troops.

(Hmm... you mean pay for property and life next to territory and Viscountry)

It is Daniel who does not consider it the worst, even as he holds the cold thoughts of his belly in its thoroughness. He knew there was a worse end to it. Relatively speaking, this level is an upside down misfortune.

Daniel had a sarcastic grin as he was rocked by a carriage bound for the Inn under the castle.

What he had in mind was a pillar of flame. What sucks for Daniel is sole. A man who lived the opposite of his father or brother died in that flame that day. That man who led the army and slammed his enemies to the bottom of his fear, waving his weapon on the horse himself and being brave... Wasn't Salomon killed by the fantasy of madness?

It must be, Daniel says no. A man who ruled the reality of a terrible battlefield… even that can kill the fantasy of this country. It's not something that made sense or sense. If someone tries to do that, and someone agrees, it shapes an irresistible dream of death. It's a real nightmare.

(oh...... living the idiot whose dreams invade reality, this vain)

There's no way to see the city at night through a window, or find what you want in the streets that connect Territorial Castle with luxury quarters. What Daniel wants is a woman. It doesn't mean anyone is fine. I want to dream with my daughter like a snowflake with a woman who has a definite “raw” in the back of an undecorated clarity, not the sheer sheen of your lady, not the luster of a whore.

But wild flowers are what blooms in the wild. The small world inside this walls has been robustly cut from nature. There's not even a moonlight somewhere in the gray world, and all the shadows here and there make me think of the hardness of the ice cubes, which makes me blind. Daniel touched the window curtain with his hand to close it, not close it, and slammed the ceiling twice with that hand.

It seemed like a strange color. There was something out of place, and it disappeared into the building.

I descend from the wagon that stopped shortly to the cobblestone. He told his lord to wait, and to make his coat mock, and to cross the street. There is a faint smell of alcohol coming from the store facing the road. It's one of several leading saloons, and it's one of the finest. I enter the store without hesitation.

The store was idle. If it's a worse store, I'll give you some cheap liquor, but they only serve some pretty pricey liquor here. Daniel can tell by the scent. Neither are the guests seen as soldiers, and officers and corporals seem to be at the centre.

I knew that right away.

There was one child sitting at the deep table. He dresses himself in tailored fur clothing and is well-behaved and kneeling. The chair is high and the leg hasn't reached the floor. Girl...... no, is it a boy? Danielle was confused and surprised at herself, who could not even tell her gender, even though she was a child. And I don't think I have a choice.

The child was nothing but a foreign object.

In this world, where dreams and reality are blurred, only the child has a solid contour… it feels like he is overwhelming his surroundings. Not only as a stubborn reality, but not just as a demonic dream, Daniel hallucinated the statue that was gripping and subduing either of its reins.

(What... what is this? How can you be so strong? Are you sure this little guy, who can't be both a boy and a girl, is the same person as me? I'm no longer a demon or a witch.)

The child's dark hair flows sarally and the two blue eyes are all directed at Daniel. My mouth is about to open. What words are spinning in what sounds? Daniel waited for it with Jiriziri.

"... Lord Lieutenant, is this the sergeant you'd like me to introduce you to? I don't think that's what I was hearing."

"No, well, it's not... but it's someone I found out about. What does that mean?

If you missed your gaze, a soldier sitting across the street from your child will be in your eyes. Daniel knew the man. Lieutenant Axeli Arnell Leader. He's a man who shows his face here and there for chores, despite his rank. I have also visited Daniel's mansion.

Lieutenant Arnell, huh?

"It's been a long time since Baron Hackinen left us."

I guess it's this guy who doesn't hide some delightful look when he gets up and tries to thank you. Daniel urged with his eyes, regardless. It is not an act out of pride as a nobleman. You can't see it with a paralyzed head. The way you treat this child.

"Baron, this child's name is Marco, and it is the naiveté of the pedestrian. Marco, this is the Lord of the House of Baron Hackinen. I'm guessing you've heard that family name before, too? Be polite."

Daniel saw. Get down on the floor and let me try to give you the perfect thank you for that kid's face.

Trembled.

Smile. You look really happy. But what a smile.

The wind that was blowing shockingly in Daniel's heart stopped, and the ash desert that was there as loneliness disappeared. The dreaded smile burned everything down. The rest of the flames heat your body more than alcohol. Maybe this is or madness...... Daniel laughed from the red heart. I don't think I've done that in a long time.

(well, this is the real...)

How much time has passed without words and staring at each other?

"Wow! Noon's here, accessory! Call me back on an off-duty day!

An old yell burst into dokan. The old soldier, whose drunken nose was rough and whose shoes approached him as intense, opened his mouth wide towards the accessories… and suddenly shriveled. Peek into Kyoro and how he is, and ask Accelli with his now hissohisso voice.

"Hey, accessory, what's going to happen to this? Where did you come from? No, I'm not laughing... dude. I'm here to scold him for instigating mercenaries and merchants..."

Daniel laughed. It was unexpectedly loud.

I was feeling that something old had ended and something new had begun.