Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

The awards ceremony was held and was proceeding as if it were a picture story.

Now not one of the coughs during the sight, but also the decoration of the gold and silver helix as a majesty, all the nobles of the kingdom tread on. The glorious throne is so luxurious and rugged in its crimson guise that it remains the pinnacle of this kingdom. The long stretch of red carpet path through the hall from its foot is just the best stage in the kingdom. Everyone trembles in the honor of walking there, and in the stories that are played out there… Everyone is named even as they are divided into red straight lines, expecting to be called to the stage, and sending praises to the called actors.

Margaritas have the right to watch it in their privileged seats. That seat for the royalty, close to the top seat, sits next to the good, sister Eleonora, and next to the bad, sister Paulina. It is a place to bypass the government of the Father King, if it should be, because now we can see and hear the long-lasting decision of the kingdom nearby.

"Representing the power of King Asuria, I, Eleonora, forgive"

Eleonora, lavishly adorned with her beauty, stands in front of her seat and gracefully holds another treasure sword in her hand, letting her touch herself on the shoulders of one young man. If Uncle Six of the Four Horses does it, it is a knight's medal, and if the king does it, it has some significance regarding the title. It was done now. It is the inheritance of the title.

"Hard to be happy. I pledge to my soul the pride of my late father and the courage of 10,000 generals who followed my father, and to fight through it with constant effort until the day when this body burns down. Glory be to the Kingdom of Asuria."

Dark-haired, dark-eyed and brilliant, he is the new Earl of Peterius. Margaritas could see that she was a cramped, formatted person with no part of the costume, a casual look. In view of it in conjunction with words and deeds, unlike the former Uncle Peterius, who was somewhere floating, he also appears to know no other art of living than to exalt himself to his duties. The margarator decides… that he is a good looking but boring person.

Then there is someone with Eleonora's sword on his shoulder as well. It's pretty much the same with the canonical. Because the young man is also a matter in which the succession of titles has risen on stage.

"Hardly happy, I don't really think I inherited Count territory while I kept my father's head over there. Father pioneered the way to an imperial invasion, let me run and show you this one day too. Glory be to the Kingdom of Asuria."

He is the new Earl of Kalisalmi, a blonde, eye-catching man. There is something about that outfit that is sprinkling, the seemingly gentle and pranky flashing eyes, the complacent seeping mouth, both of which make him a gorgeous prince. It also sounds like he's saying something awe-inspiring and extraordinary, but he's probably going to make something more than he says because it's about him who was supposedly more responsible for much of his father's accomplishments. Margarita saw it as an ambition.

These two men are young among the ten heavily beleaguered Six Horsemen of the kingdom. That means they are the two people that can be spouses for Margarita. Both being unmarried means standing as they are. At least that's what the margareta is aware of.

After the death of my father, my sister becomes queen, and I descend to any great nobleman… that is the future map for Margareta, for which the choice of husband is an important matter. I would also like to try to make love like a story with a brave man, but Margarita has argued that that is a dream miracle and that it cannot be realistic.

She had a new brunette Uncle Peterius in her sight.

Margarita predicts that the dusty of war will subside in the future and that peaceful and cultural times will resume. If so, there will be more plain and gutsy government. Flowers are important for making soil. And that will be the most difficult thing in Count Peterius' territory, which has destroyed the territorial capital. The position of the territory is also at the forefront. That reconstruction could take up a decade after the Kingdom of Asuria...... imagine yourself standing next to the new Count, who bears such a heavy responsibility, and Margarita snorted small.

The fun is infrequent and must only be visited for a short time. But she acknowledged the need. In an age when my sister Eleonora shines as queen, I must daughter-in-law Uncle Peterius if my sister is to work most effectively. We need the fact that the Second Princess has been surrendered. That is the best solution for the stability of the Crown. That's how the margareta identified itself.

The ceremony also proceeds while the Second Princess has many thoughts. And if the mention of the Count is finished, then shall it be done in this place also of those who were lords of the Viscount, and of the Baron, and even of the knights of quasi aristocracy. It's a great honor. The place where the two new counts would each certify a new knight looked very good, and Margarita seemed to me unquestionably popular whether it was painted or sung.

"Well, I'd like you all to say thank you."

Eleonora's voice sounds beautifully over your heads.

"Let's hear it already. In this invasion of the Empire, we were given protection by the Dragon of the Patriot. That is the great flame of the enemy fleet in the East Dragon River. While this is not confirmed, it is assumed to be more likely to be a miracle than the Church... right, bishop"

Bishop Beck of Obesity stands ahead of Eleonora's voice, letting bitterness gather at the end of the joy. While Margarita regretted not being able to speak beforehand, she looked at its meaty face and leaked her voice down to surprise.

You look pale. Though smiling as usual, the margarata felt like there was no room for shards in the eyes narrowed and concealed by the wrinkles of meat. No heart or its cheeks have no tension on the meat, it hangs down and has the impression of being old.

"Dear Left Dear Left, It's about eye-catching at all! God will come for the life of this country... Come on! Ladies and gentlemen! Over there, let's turn west and join hands! Thank you to the East Dragon River!

I still can't...... Margarita checked it on the edge of her eyes, but closed those eyes and took a prayer stance. Thank you, even if not slightly impressed, for the miracle of the East Dragon River, which supposedly burned the Imperial Army 60,000 in one piece, its new legend that the dragon supposedly threw up fire. It is true that it helped. But the inside line was that the impossible invasion operation would have just broken down there, Margarita thought. I guess it was still not an ordinary maneuver, even from the fact that he disappeared from Kingdom territory at once afterwards.

In the dark world behind the lid, it's easy to be alone. So the margarata always thinks.

What a play the world is. I have a lead role and a sidekick. And the sidekick won't succeed no matter what he does.

In the former wars, young margaretas were particularly boring sidekicks among the sidekicks. As a toddler, I was just scared of the fact that I was being pushed into a safe place and my face was diminishing. You must have had a brother. There must have been other sisters. Her mother was not first among the king's queens in the first place. I made it Uncle Four Horses, and the Marquis of Ronkainen and the Earl of Eteramaki killed him. The nobles below the Viscount died, and not long enough to remember their faces as far as knights were concerned.

There were people who sidelined the frenzy of such people and could not beat any danger. Rather, the more dangerous it was, the more powerful it shined, the more special people who would not stop attracting their surroundings… it seemed that there were several enemy allies, but the greatest of them were the brave ones. And his brave beloved sister was also special.

There were those who lived, and there were those who died. In the war it was not a coincidence, Margarita recalls, as it was not even a strong or weak force to fight. Who keeps appearing until the end of this play...... I mean, isn't that the difference between a lead or a sidekick? Because I felt that way, when I heard that the brave man was dead, it was a surprise from the bottom of my heart. In such a mood that the end of the story was replaced, I could no longer understand reality.

But the protagonists were still brave men and sisters. With the end of the horrible "Holy Flame Festival," they played the sad love of the legend of the brave. I have the right to live as the sister of such a wonderful woman... Margarita is proud of it and, fifteen years later, she is still living the story later.

Even after the prayer is over and the awards are over, the people gathered during this glimpse will never get bored or try to return. Everyone still looks like they expect something, in a wind unsettled by something, and they look at each other. He is throwing a feverish gaze in place of Eleonora at the top of the scene, although it is not the throne.

And Eleonora takes them with her grace. It is already the Queen's idea of gathering enthusiastic support. Margarita even had tears in her eyes. Beautiful and strong, his presence is noble everywhere as a later appearance of the tragic princess. What does that mean, not what the protagonist of the era looks like?

"Ho, I know. You still have someone to introduce you to. There's a more admirable hero than anyone."

It was as if the heat had swelled. The pressure is also glossy, and beyond what Eleonora pointed out, the door is opened to reveal the figure of a single boy. Remotely neat, he's the biggest star in the end. With countless thermal gazes cooled and no tension of shards, its streamlined stride rides a straight line of red that leads to the throne. There is also a red cloth on the collar of the costume, as if it were decorated with flames to sway as the boy walks.

The wind... couldn't have blown indoors. That raised the boy's dark hair. Or did the fire in your neck turn the air upside down? Or was it what you hoped his expression would show to the surroundings?

I was smiling. But what kind of smile would that be? The mysterious eyes reminiscent of purple crystals emit demonic light, as if spirits were rising from the deep deep valley bottom. And that's hot. Go in through the eyes of what you see and inside... burn your heart, your soul. burn. The margarator was convinced that its color would remain in the fundus.

And I learned to be angry.

I don't know what it is, the boy. What is your intention to stare at the world like that? It was like strolling the wilderness around the nobility of the kingdom, and every step of it even kicked in the value of the supreme red, and his hair was good enough for him to approach the throne easily.

Wouldn't this boy, as it were, be sitting on the throne?

With a hunch visiting with chills, Margarita learned the pain of her breath in the back of her throat. The boy was clearly releasing pressure. Its cleverly organized appearance may be like a demonic statue that can be mounted at the tip of a church ship. There's a place to hold your surroundings down with magic. Or maybe he's leading an invisible army behind his back. It demonstrates an enormity that is difficult to retreat.

I saw my sister. He embodies his dreamy beauty and waits for the boy like a god of blessings. The appearance, however, invites the agony of the margareta. No, I don't think so. Being beautiful everywhere just seems like the kind of place Margarita admires is in crisis right now.

When the boy knelt far from the throne and from his sister, the margarata leaked so much relief exhalation. Her sister accepted it with a grin of intoxication, which even seemed to be a shame. But I still don't allow predictions. My heartbeat pounds up my pharynx deep hard.

"It's Marco from the village of Kiko. He who leads the Cavalry of the Fire. Your accomplishment in flying a special battle flag in this battle is recognized as number one with full unanimity. I, Eleonora, would greatly reward it as an agent of kingdom."

He looked dignified. He gathered here to speak for the noble, and was confident everywhere. But it's dangerous. Margarita was looking at Eleonora with dismay. Until recently, the appearance of my sister, who was supposed to be the lead actor, is sadly clouded now that it can't be said to be blue or purple in sight.

"First, let me give you a family name. I'm going to be a nobleman. I thought I'd adopt either house, but you're turning it down once. Beautiful talk. I'm also interested in letting you do it now... and I'll allow you to choose what you like over the house without anyone to inherit it it."

Following Eleonora's words, the ceremonial officer came forward with a scroll that was also beautifully decorated. If you spread that out, more than twenty family names are listed as uneven, many of which remind margaretas of the past. It's a house that was cut off by the war. Though there is also a mixture of houses that have remained unacknowledged to adopt children during the subsequent reconstruction period.

Only one of them had a family name that emitted a different color, and that even showed up in the margareta's eyes in different colors. Because the ceremonial officer shows the scroll widely around him, as well, those who notice it roar one after the other, and the twirl grows up.

The ceremonial officer stood before the boy and asked him to indicate the scroll and point to any of them. Margarita had a hunch. That's it. You must choose that one. By choosing that one, the boy bears witness to its disgrace.

The boy's fingers touched the scroll, gathering his eating gaze at one point.

Oh...... fulfilled he chose it. That position is still there. The family name was once named after that man. The ceremonial officer raises his voice upright. Take the name of the family that should have been abominable, along with the boy's first name. No one can stop me anymore.

"Here comes the birth of Marco Hahato, nobleman of the Kingdom of Asuria!

The twist thrived once and for all, and the margarata was stunned that it was not a denial monochrome. It seemed impossible. There are certainly voices that expressed disgust and discomfort. That is natural for this country to glorify the legend of the brave. But also voices that express emotions such as praise and convincing. Where is the maximum of it. Someone.

Those who participated in the earlier showdown. Uncle Salmant, a war idiot and a man who doesn't understand ya, Uncle Hellevy, a poor and nervous little boy, and... an invincible man who stands between those two to show a truly windy standing...... he is the leader of the Third Princess SS. It is clear that a group of people around those three take a positive view of the situation. Uncle Peterius, your dark-haired prince where Margareta chooses to be her husband, is also in that group.

"... Hahato? Was there such a mixed family name...... is such a family name okay?

A strange, just purely strange voice caught all the attention of the margaretas and others. It is Eleonora. Of a beauty who leaned her little neck, her eyes can't tell where she's looking. The impression that, for some reason, she had grown young, leaving the beauty of her appearance intact, captured the margarata.

"Hahato...... Marco Hahato...... it doesn't sound bad but somehow it doesn't make a bad impression...... why?

Margarita was hit by a terrible chill. I have a reflexively searched person. The man, who refrains without a presence, is a former saint where he is her sister's husband and future king's mate. I looked for him by the same name as the brave man. He was. He was where he should have refrained, but his expression was the same smile as usual. There's no sign of movement.

"Well, be good... I don't care there..."

Far away. Eleonora's statement was that something was far from the margarata. There was no way I cared. Why is that allowed on this occasion? Why were they prepared in the first place? Margarita ran her gaze and stopped it at one old man. Marquis Klaus Ulihalsilla. Is it him? No, he's the only one I can think of. There is no way that such an important case could have succeeded in bringing him to justice.

I had an eye to blame. It's not from a margarator. That sharp eye of the Marquis Uliharsilla was now directed at the margarata, not at anyone else. I thought it would be the other way around on this occasion. Feeling something intangible poking cold at his chest, the margarata felt angry, however, above all fear.

Though the head of Uncle Si Hou, it is only the head of the subordinate ministry. As it stands, it didn't seem like a good gaze toward the second place in the throne.

"Then it's Marco. Next, make some special arrangements to make the most of your military talent."

It was an impossible statement. Margarita peeled off her gaze, which collided with Marquis Uliharsilla, and glanced at her sister's face. I'm dreaming. In this situation, there was a maiden still dreaming of not waking up. Now, in front of her, when she said that the family name of the man who murdered the brave man had gained a new life, was that only a slight temptation for her? There will be something that was shown in the dark from both those who chose it and those who prepared it.

"Expand your fire to 3,000 people. Show pride as the Knights and absolute loyalty as the SS. Fly the flag of battle. What that means is that it is a special guardian army of kingdoms. Command them, if necessary, as a legion superior to the SS over the Knights. It will be an army that embodies the flame that the dragon of the Patriot has unleashed. Ho ho... is that great?

Eleonora is once again intoxicated and satisfied. Margarita saw her sister shallow there. The goal is to take the cavalry, which was a separate unit of the Third Princess SS, from each boy who was in command in the form of a departure from the SS, and to put it rather at the top… to take the boy and the cavalry from Paulina. I suppose I intend to have organized a special regiment for myself, which is certain to be queen of the times, unlike the Knights, who have to see the nobility's intentions one way or another, and the SS, which will become Paulina's second fry.

"At the top of Marco's army of fire, there is just the summit of kingdom. By its very nature, the right to act independently would be recognized in many cases. Hehe, a special hero deserves it. You leave the General in line and you get the equivalent of a brave man... glad? I am so happy. This special provision is tantamount to the kingdom obtaining the kingdom's ordained brave man."

That was only a dangerous statement for the margarata. I hope the boy is impressed by the special treatment and dedicates himself for the kingdom. The decision would make him and his army special for his sister. But can we expect that from him, who has a flat view of all the authority of the kingdom and chooses the family name Hahat?

Among the breathtaking dignitaries was a man standing alone, bloodless in colour. That was another shock to the margarator. It is Bishop Beck. The man, who should have been a healthy chunk of meat by the time he disliked it, only seemed like an old man who couldn't stand the weight of meat now. He has no sticking grin, just a vain look on his face, pointing that gaze at the boy who remains on his knees.

There was no doubt that things were progressing beyond the understanding of the margareta. Still have something to flash about. Didn't we meet? Margarita let her gaze come and go between the two old men in a situation where there was no exchanging. Didn't Bishop Beck meet with the boy beforehand? So does Marquis Uliharsilla. The two men, who stand large in the heart of this country, have already, perhaps, been placed under the demonic influence of the boy? Otherwise such anomalies cannot pass...... Margaritas do not rest on analyzing and reasoning behind their brains, even as they bite their teeth with increasing agitation. I can't rest.

Eleonora speaks words as comfortably as she sings. I can't even stop it.

"From now on, you may name him“ General Ryu ”along with his family name. With that receipt, I shall immediately forgive you all of the above exceptions."

The whirlpool whirling during the sight boiled more and more in response to the words. The enthusiasm that had accumulated in the stockpile had finally overflowed. It seems as if he is cheering for the historical theatre in which those who submit to the kingdom unfold to the supreme position by claiming their approval or disapproval of the opinion, just uniformly dew their excitement. The margarata was swallowed by its awesomeness.

So there was no voice, and we were to watch it.

It was precisely on this occasion that the royal marquis was making the high volume of his time, and the boy stood up quietly and walked out to receive a special title. Eleonora grinned with unparalleled luster, and her samurai samurai gently laid her own sword in her hand… causing her to hold the treasure sword blessed by the Church.

Like Uncle Peterius, or Uncle Carisalmi... it was to be put on the shoulder, forgiven, and sworn. That should have happened. I wish I had.

Under the waiting eleonora, the boy didn't make his way.

The boy walked under one girl without Eleonora or a margarata in his eyes. So many smiles that I thought the margareta that I saw it would burn my soul... so hard to brush and so hard to believe if I were told he was a god, I knelt at Paulina's feet and drowned my head with a smile that made him so terribly cruel that I would believe if I were told he was a demon.

The time seemed to have stopped. Wasn't anyone breathing then but the boy and Paulina? In fact, everyone was watching it without moving. That slow motion was better than seeing it.

Paulina held a fine sword in his hand. Her samurai samurai has not been given a treasure sword over the church, so it is not a holy sword. Decorated is the only sword you can wield. But at this moment, with the added immense meaning of moving the times, the light source was also emitting an uncertain glow. That's what it looked like to a margareta.

His body was returned, no sound, and he touched the boy's shoulder. The ritual began there.

"On behalf of the King of Asuria."

Did you have this voice with Paulina? Margarita trembled at the clarity of the sound too much. Not out loud. But there was vastness. Just as there is a thundering roar in the sky.

"I, Paulina, forgive"

Something unforgivable was being done in front of me, and the margarata was just beaten down. That was not just a ritual. I had figured that out. Having seen many of them in their seats, Margarita has come to understand that we are witnessing the great stage of history here and now.

"Hard Happiness"

For the first time, the boy uttered words. It resonated wonderfully with Paulina's voice, still sounding far away. of Paulina. If that was something you couldn't help but listen to, then that of the boy was something you wouldn't allow to hear. There was enormous authority in it.

"Having lamented that the world is a cursed beast in the flames, I can no longer help but burn its mourning now that I have once again been relative to the beast without trying"

And the talk is awesome. That was beyond the understanding of the margareta, but it contained something to be afraid of. The margarator hallucinated as the bell rang. This... this statement must have been something that would have preceded the great currents. I felt like a dwarf who couldn't figure out what it meant.

"Nothing stops me from dying. Her Royal Highness, there is no such thing as noble strength in the world of sustenance."

Oh...... it has begun.

Margarita couldn't understand much, but just thought about it. Shown in a more privileged place than anyone else in this world, that's the beginning. The story of where she believes is over and a new legend is about to begin… the historic event has now taken place in front of her.

The scream went up.

I went up as something that would break the great silence. Whose it belonged to, I found out to the margarator, not by looking at it or hearing it by ear. Before turning around, before checking, during that moment, she closed her lid and prayed for darkness. I prayed with all my heart.

The prayer was grossly similar to that of mourning.