Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

The man had a tenacious muscle bone under an old feather weave. The beard has a mixture of white things and one leg looks crippled, but the first is definitely the person who has made the cut tension a business. I also have the guts, Beltran decided. The only person who comes into a place like this alone is either a madman or a haughty one, one of them.

"I really didn't know“ Green Scarf ”survived and lurked... something the world doesn't know"

Watch over the liquor cup say emotionally. Intentionally leaving the darkness behind, this small room is to be described as a secret room among the boarding houses operated by Beltran in Chitoga Osho. There are assassins lurking behind walls and under floors who, if signaled, make their guests deceased. Beltran heard the man whispering his throat small. Apparently, he's noticed. And he doesn't feel like licking liquor on a blade on a boulder.

"It's an old call. We met because it was an introduction to the church, but I thought you'd say hello without a name."

"I disrespected this. I am a trader in the Everian Empire for the end of munitions..."

Beltran laughed at him with his nose. I reassembled my limbs. The floor rattled with the gii and the man slightly floated his ass. There is no indication that he is playing funny in the way he dresses without that. Beltran found that this was not a matter of gall power. I can't be seen frightened by a man.

(A man who can't die yet. Well, whoever the caution is for......)

I glanced at Gui and urged him with my eyes as I poured out the next. The man seemed to have breathed under his beard.

"... My name is Donald Colletos. An Imperial Knight. I'm not a member of the Knights, nor do I have a rank as a serviceman, because I'm old and legged as you can see"

"Secret detective."

"I don't mind if you take that. I'm visiting the Eberians in the kingdom. Head of the sandblazer."

There was something strong and intense in the eyes of the man who named him Donald. It doesn't seem like a smart polyvalent, smoke-wrapped kind of thing, but you can hide the truth without telling a lie. Beltran laughed inside. I had a feeling about the big guy.

Everians living within the kingdom can be divided into two categories. For one thing, those who lived and became slaves in the war they once fought. We have lived the last decade in our own pace, and whether we are happy or unhappy, we have had a rooted routine in this land. Beltran himself belongs here, and that's a lot among the gestures of distribution.

The other is the problem. It is those who have entered the country clandestinely after the truce, and it is presumed that the Church cooperates in its means. Regardless, its purpose would be intelligence. In Beltran's grasp, many lurk in the territory of the Earl of Salmant, the Count of Peterius, close to the front line, followed by the Marquis of Uliharsilla and the King's Capital. They collaborated as an underground organization and the Church's asylum was also felt in its activities.

The man in front of me said he was visiting the Everians. There's no way Beltran can misinterpret that meaning. There is also an introduction to the church. There is a smell of conspiracy and manipulation in this interview.

"That's the man who made a name for himself in that war. The courageous work of battle had also reached the ears of the awkward comfortably. Now His Royal Highness the late Crown Prince has also left words of praise about the bravery of the mercenaries"

The man's words had fever. That was felt by the secret detectives and the beltran. There is strange honesty. I wonder if this man named Donald Colletos was a first-tier knight on the battlefield, to observe from words, deeds and standing swings. Although Beltran has never heard the name.

When it comes to knights close to the Crown Prince, it's the Kingsguard. And it is also the farthest army from a mercenary flair. At the time, Beltran had no other interest than to slay the enemy in front of him, so he couldn't even count on his own memory.

"I can't dare talk about martial arts. But aspirations are inherited from man to man."

Whose reference to martial arts would have been avoided. Beltran's, or the Crown Prince's, or the entire Imperial Army? Nor did Beltran dare to confirm it again. Now I just ask.

"Now in this new world of war, the awkward are working to fight as hard as they can. Because I have a hard time accepting the way it once ended. What about there too? Wouldn't that have the same fire fever as the awkward?

It was a tongue to be heard inside. With the thought of recognizing it, Beltran put up his drink once to show it. And drink up. That was it. There shall be no response.

"It's not like that. I was taken prisoner and licked the bitter acid. Even if I resent the kingdom, I own the subject. It won't be for the Empire."

When I told him that, the man looked up to me big. That's not anger. There was sympathy and lack of water in his eyes. Perhaps I could say I'm sorry. It was a rare secret detective to make. I have nowhere to hide representing diverse emotions. But I think Bertran may have a strong sense of purpose just for that matter.

And Beltran guessed that this man was probably an injured soldier. The annihilation battle ruled by the God of Death...... wasn't it retreated from the front line or even sent back west of the plain of sin before that? The knight did not survive as one in that dead place. The Kingsguard and others were literally killed.

"To observe from what you say there too... do you rather resent the Empire?

"It's not. He says he's not interested."

The truth is something that I can't say enough. Beltran took over the words consciously.

"I once exchanged blades in the hustle and bustle of the battlefield to receive gold. I am now trading blades in river fog and getting gold. You know what I'm trying to say, the Knight Hall full of pride and patriotism. It's something else for muddy bugs like the floating and sinking of those who live fresh streams. It's not what I found out. Feed me and I'll work for you. That's all."

Beltran worried about the rough stuff. It's something I'm used to, but I need to switch. Because now he lives a day of heartfelt fulfillment. How much is the cloudiness of man's world worth? Because there is one and only way between God and Himself, and every step of the way you take is accompanied by joy.

"Really...? Okay. I didn't mean to piss you off. I'm sorry."

It seemed to me that suppressing emotions had turned it down. I laugh in my heart that this is also the protection of the Lord. Beltran's body and mind are always surrounded by the joy of faith.

"I have nothing to apologize for. I just need to know how to handle bugs. Sitting in front of the Knights is a parasite that only feeds on the bloodstream that feeds war. Don't heat me up too dazzled. Now it's cowardly."

Beltran held the liquor bottle in his hand and stuck it out. The man drank up after seeing the cup as chilli and received the liquor to be poured in an empty cup. Beltran took the liberty of holding the cup silently from each other. The loyal man seemed to be of a multisensorial nature.

I wonder what the Knights of the Empire have told me.

"... I want you to have a ship ready"

The man told him so, still not losing anything hot in his depression.

"Loads are all about the military. I want soldiers, horses, and food ready to carry everything."

"… will not choose the means, depending on the quantity"

"Any means will be lawful. That's what I'm asking, this is..."

It was a low and powerful voice. Is that what the gravity of what you're saying makes you do that?

This man is talking about what happened after the Imperial Army invaded the territory of the Kingdom of Asuria. We are not just going to cross the plains and ravage the Front Line II, but we are going to advance the army even further. Beltran confirmed it with his gaze. It responds to a heavy nod. Beltran expressed his first thoughts by taking a deep breath.

"Can I ask you when? Not today, not tomorrow."

"Beyond summer and autumn, it's winter. This town will welcome a new spring under a different banner than it is now."

The Imperial Army is preparing a massive operation two seasons ahead. I guess there is some way to cite a decisive outcome, because the current plague is an irreplaceable situation prior to the previous meeting. Beltran analyses quietly. Is that due to a big win at the next meeting? Or something else. Or both.

I didn't know, but that wasn't anything disturbing to Beltran. He was a believer. He was a person in a position to give the answers of what he did not know more fully than the top. He was a man who could move without getting lost, even without knowing it. So I can respond indifferently from the Red Heart.

"The next spring at the end of spring... can't you just say that things are quick?

"... are you ready?

The man's voice was mixed with clarity and dismay. That can also be seen in the way that gradually corrects the body that was at the foreboding along with the sigh. Beltran pretended not to notice, but laughed behind the glass. Apparently, this spy was more of an enthusiastic solicitor than an operative. I am visiting the Eberians within the kingdom, I am convinced that that was the meaning of the word. It didn't seem to be an instruction to a spy or a coordination of the intelligence network.

"I'll be ready. But if I'm going to be sure, I'm going to need more gestures. It is our policy to be a few elite people, but if we don't choose the means for scale, it's different."

"Does that make sense, too? Who wants money or people?

"Slave traders have handouts. Money would be more convenient."

"I see... right. Pick up as many as you can."

The man said thoughtfully. Beltran answered his consent, while taking a rare look at this humanist spy. There was something else entrusted to me. It is the salvation of the Eberian war prisoners.

The war between the two countries, started last fall by a single arrow, continues to bring disaster to many human beings, remaining in the words of "one arrow and two deaths”. Countless misfortunes accumulate in such a glorious context. The representative of what becomes invisible will be the dead, and the representative of what becomes visible will be a prisoner of war. Forced labour and enslavement. Beltran experienced it, too.

Thinking of such a beltran's predicament, a man ties his mouth to a letter to with the view that he is not comfortable with his senses. You can make it feel like you want...... Beltran stacked the liquor cup silently. After that, there is nothing else to talk about besides giving away the money. If you talk about it a lot, it can break.

"... does the Empire have a family?

At the end of the day the man has asked, but it sounded somewhere sad and not intended to be held hostage in case. If that's what you're making and talking about, it's something to be afraid of, but it's proving that the relief that floats invisibly in your face isn't acting. He enjoyed the lurking seat of the blade for the rest of his life.

"An orphan. It's also unusual."

"Well...... no, I heard the innuendo. Forgive me."

The man disappeared into the dark at night. There was a quiet majesty on his back, where his right leg moved badly and he walked up and down with a leech, but never looked back. That's what the knight looks like. He is proud to have the Lord to serve and the Lord to fulfill. Drop him off.

I didn't tail him. Because I didn't even have to wear it. Wherever I go in this town, I have Beltran's ears and ears on each end. Threads are connected everywhere to fruit-bearing children, to old women who dry fish and to guards standing at the gates. A lot of people go around telling it about money color. For Beltran, who has forces throughout Hellevy territory, there is no such thing as mastering this great town. Not to mention even the church's cooperation.

"Donald Colletos......"

Beltran tried to say the man's name. Might end up slaughtering you sooner or later. I vaguely had that feeling. It is also Beltran's job to know death and fear death while acting during death… to give death to such a spiritual man.

I could hear the bugs small.

For summer platters, riverside grass, etc. can be huge every night. But the beginning is solo. It sounds secretly demonic, attractive, strong and weak. Whether a bunch of them start playing afterwards or hide in those sounds, it is this tone that sounds now that made the summer come true. So magical. Drunk what you listen to.

Beltran was feeling signs of something approaching.

War seems to get stronger without diminishing its liveliness. It will be a storm. What lives on the continent is about to be tried again. Now who dies and who survives? Beltran's mind jumped. Because the age of death means, in other words, the age of his Lord.

There was joy. Times were certainly accelerating where it was not enough to take his personal life or death.