Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

There's nothing more I can do. I don't want anyone who can stop that man.

While Beck was frustrated with his body by the sense of lethargy and chills, it was better than placing a brunette boy at the center of his sight and continuing to watch things go in an unclean direction. Neither the ceremonial officer's exalted proclamation of the boy's first and last name, nor Eleonora's good at speaking of special provisions, could move, still convinced that they would act beyond their own thoughts.

It was forbidden by the boy to move. Beck doesn't want to fool around with it. You are not allowed to fight and defy. There's nothing I can do. If you break what the boy has ordered beforehand, a more tragic future will come. One weakness was gripped, and that was deadly for Beck and the rest of the church.

The gold cut went up. It's Eleonora who lived to this day as a girl.

Its crazy how you make your whole body stiff, try to stretch out and scream. The eyes ran blood and drew a true circle, the nose beam deepened the wrinkles and exposed the two holes, and the mouth distorted the cheeks and drew a bow of each of them thrusting his jaws up, and his face was finished with the devil. It irregularly waves tremors all over his body and stares at a reality that is difficult to acknowledge. Facing what has to be in her dream world.

A boy was kneeling in front of the girl. Beck can't just not look at it. My plot is no longer broken, and I have no means of salvaging it. It's better than finding a slightly better landing spot for the boy's plot. If the secrets held were exposed, everything would be broken.

There was another scream. It's the margareta that's holding your face down and hitting around the floor.

Eleonora's sword swung into the dark clouds hit her. The wound seems deep, and every time I shake my head crying, my blood is splattered. No matter how slow the reaction is, the samurai martial officers of both princesses are holding onto their respective lords. Besides, my back is pulling, and I can't even stop the screaming of sorrow in two colors. Eleonora complains of heartache, and Margarita complains of pain in her body, tearing the world apart.

The boy watched it quietly. When Beck and I met each other, I narrowed both of those eyes as if they were emitting light into the blue-purple color of the Phantom, and let them shake their heads to the side small. I'm laughing. It can only be seen in the boy's eyes to that extent, this miserable sight.

Everyone gathered here was freezing their souls. In fact, there are those who fall like threads have been cut here and there, and more squatters as they groan, and the vast majority who remain also stand forgetting to let blood go through their faces. Some people move in with yo-yo, but they seem to be blocking the response that the princess's identity stepped in as she tried to clean things up.

There are a very small number of people who move resolutely in such situations. Beck understood that it was they who had to be identified. Those who must be key to the next decade and strongly influence the future of the continent.

"Get a doctor! It's not just Margarita! And to Master Eleonora!

It is Uliharsila who is taking the initiative. Even in this situation, the unshakeable appearance is always a nobleman's attitude, and from what Beck has seen, I have the impression that he has recovered the power of previous years by escaping the blockage of recent years. Because there is a verse that comes to mind for that reason, Beck remembered something cold on the bottom of his belly.

If you look at the other Uncle Four Hours and Six Uncles, they are still spared the unusual, mainly the senile ones. There's no way to move about the weird old ladies named Maryaranta, Ahamaniemi, and Uncle Palvilla, who is the age to succeed those two, only stopped pecking baked sweets in their hands. Beck keeps an eye out for the fact that he still has the dish in his hand at the moment.

Marquis Ronkainen, who lost his father in a former war, cannot be relied upon if compared to other marquises, although he has stopped as a figure of magnificence. Is the comparison bad...... Beck turned his mind and observed Uncle Eteramaki, his age. It's not moving. But maybe that's bluntness. The man, who rarely moves on his own, still seems to have made the frenzied landscape like other personnel without some disturbance.

Uncle Peterius as the new face Earl, Uncle Carisalmi, has both turned into one of the many standing pale. I don't think Beck can even push that. At this time of the day, the beautiful princess laid her sword on her and she is the two who experienced a temple of honor and glory. It would be cruel to ask immobility from the young men who had just taken on the heavy responsibility of the title, because the same princess was frenzied and taken up in the wake of a catastrophe that must not have the same sword.

The two remaining uncles, Uncle Salmant and Uncle Hellevy, are very friendly. Uncle Hellevy, who blows bubbles from his mouth, is backed by Uncle Salmant, who is like a hyena. Beck looked for the other one who should have been there. I don't know if I had assumed so much misery, but at least a man who should have been aware of Eleonora's exasperation, the mess of the place.

There he is. The man, who rocks the blue decorative cloth and heads the Third Princess SS, is serving near the boy's side. The samurai samurai of Paulina stand forward to protect the Lord, while the man stands slightly rearward of the boy in nature. Its eyes gaze at the surroundings without alarm, but its cheeks have a color of excitement, and floating in its mouth is a laugh without mistake. The man enjoys the madness of the ceremony.

Even so, Beck also distorted his mouth. There was a discomfort in my chest. There was so much enthusiasm swirling that I wanted to scream out. When the word came from the next, he tried to come out with his mouth shut and took effort to stop it.

Even so. Let's have some fun. You're there, and I'm here. He's before you and he's exercising that power, and you're allowed to follow it and influence the world together. Let's see the wonderful landscape. Experience the power of rising. Let's enrich it. What a pleasure!

Beck was unexpectedly taking a strong step, and because that was what made the loud noise, he was to attract the crowd to Russia. Now both princesses had just exited and had people twirling. The third princess and the boy have no indication of welcoming into the atmosphere of this occasion only by watching them become transcendentally. Where the vast majority of the people were swallowed up and unable to act the next time, Beck did not even try to assert himself.

Several faces turn to Beck at their respective speeds. Sharp, gnawed, gentle, cursory. And I see Beck with each look. Scared, alert, surprised, funny. Everyone is observing Beck's next. Waiting for the Bishop of the East to make a move.

He was watching, too.

Hidden in a luxurious body, many difficult to sway, it is the shadow of death that makes the dark hair incense, the flame of sin that makes the red cloth seem, and the appearance of the uncertain demonic light, both blue and purple, on both eyes… "Demon Man”. Beck has never seen such a thing as a true demon, but it seems to be far more so than the man who once died as a demon.

Beck knows. A man who was more awesome than anyone else as a talented man. A man sentenced to death by fire.

Beck knows. A man who possessed an unusual spiritual authority over people and was powerful. A man called a brave man.

The boy... who admits to being at the top of the world of men with the nobility of his blood and the strength and skill of his military strategy, is just a bunch of clutter and nowhere to get lost... The boy by the name of Marco is there like a hero killed by the flames while making him feel something similar to the spiritual experience of a brave man. I'm breathing. I'm looking at Beck.

And do you laugh? A terrible lip painting the curve of the upper string three moons ripped, spinning the words without making a sound. Beck read it. Fine, like I said. The boy pulled his jaw slightly and even nodded. It seemed to allow something. Is that a provocation or an order, or mercy or ruthlessness?

Beck isn't moving anymore.

Instead of replying, I let him make an exaggerated look. He lifted the flesh of his cheeks, twisted his eyebrows, and, with all his strength, embodied his amusement. He is a cloistered and stunned face. What that means is a declaration of war.

Even if it's an unwanted role, if it gets this far, there's no other way to live or die. If it's an inevitable confrontation, this is where we have to attack. You can't buy any more disappointment. Beck swallowed his spit gobbly. Inhale and bark into your trembling body.

"Oh! What a painful thing has happened! How could this happen!

If he expressed his grief with his arms wide open as he raised his voice, then the face of his pursuit spread several and several times. It is Beck's specialty to pick up emotions that drift on the spot. Amplifying and guiding it also.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Eleonora has disrupted her will and Her Royal Highness Princess Margareta has been hit by an unfortunate and unfortunate accident! What a terrible thing has happened here in the capital of the kingdom's central kingdom, before all of you in your noble capacity in charge of national government!

I assure you that this confusion is as good as it sounds, and I will make it mandatory. People jump on this because they repel anxiety. Run into the safety of the majority. Beck noticed that his tongue was moisturizing and fast enough to move. The source of that power is something that can't rest on my belly, and now I probably just want to shout out... I thought so too.

"But I know! that there is a cause that led to such a tragedy!

Without pointing fingers, he gestured as if to introduce the guest of honor, and Beck unleashed a crowd focus on the boy. The multitude of consciousness bound adds a colour of reproach. Wet in doubt. The boy's grin doesn't shake the fine dust, but Beck still does all he can.

"I dare you, my family name is amazing...... it's Marco! I don't know what rights you have. You keep standing up! Let's ask this first! What made you choose that family name? There is no way that you do not know who was named before you, or what was said of the people of the kingdom! We discussed the Holy Flame Festival in front of the Emperor, and you don't know it!

It was a stepped statement. The Church is not entitled to an active opinion on the politics of the kingdom. Beck is now questioning its legitimacy against a boy who has been approved as a bent aristocrat. They're trying to bully a nobleman in the eyes.

The response came from unexpected.

"Damaging the honour of the kingdom aristocracy, it is hard to forgive without!

It is the Uliharsila climate. The head of the kingdom aristocracy broke in between Beck and the boy with a force that did not make him feel old. Beck saw the presence of the general there from previous years.

"The Hahat family is a nobleman of origin. There's a lot of military merit in the history of the kingdom. Some of them have the Lord's name Salomon, but no matter what the end of the line he has reached, his military service will be written off! Not to mention that your son's execution of the fire did not bring the Hahat family to justice! I thought your family name was returned!

The mouthfeel was lively. There was confidence and enrichment in attitude. Beck finally learned the urge to thrive in his own stomach. You too. Klaus, I was wondering if you were too. Its tongue, which disproves it, also increases in intensity.

"This is something different for His Excellency the Marquis of Uliharsilla! Let us be sure that Hahat's family name has become an abomination to the kingdom? Honor is not immutable, but something that is constantly reviewed and valued in time. The war was a test of honor! The Hackinen family, who were with the brave men and became heroes, and the Yuriharshira family, who were both noble heads of fame as patron generals... and the Hahat family, who were discredited by the demon's name, again!

If I slaughtered him with words, he would still slash me with words. Because it was a battle, between Beck and the Uliharsilla climate, people were constant, and it seemed like a precinct for everyone to watch the game faraway. If you notice, the distance between the two is shrinking.

"You rude bastards! There's no right to judge the honor of a kingdom nobleman with a church like that! It's all under the royal rule, and the king has never made, and still does, a derogatory statement about the Hahat family!

"A royal power? If you speak of a royal power, Your Highness the Marquis, Her Royal Highness the Princess Eleonora, who is its deputy, is the representative of the Demon Resistance! How can the princess say that the name of the family that offends her is honorable! Ha ha!

"I throw up the mess of making it! How can your son now have the right to speak for His Royal Highness the Princess, who is not here! It is an unforgivable outrage such as dragging everything into the world of fables with the legend of the brave! Be fierce about what you say across the realm!

"Did you call the legend of the brave a fable! Just because Her Royal Highness Princess Eleonora is not here!

"Whether it's decorating a firemeter by military strategy with dragon flames or something, the rest of us don't know, and we don't expect this Klaus Ulyhalsilla to follow us forever! He says I can't hold on!!

A drink like the thunderbolt of the Horse of Uliharsila was exchanged. That was a hell of a statement. Between the sights there is a silence that does not produce a single cough, and no one breaks it. Beck couldn't help feeling shocked again either. Wana Wana and Springing What shakes your body is touching, or angry?

Beck felt uncomfortable with his cramped mouth and difficulty moving as he tried to utter his words. Touch the meaty cheeks. It was distorted. On top of that, Beck was smiling so much that he hadn't smiled once in over a decade. I also noticed that my vision was wide. How open I am now...... Beck snorted roughly and confirmed it with his hands, and laughed uncomfortably. I laughed out loud, using all the flesh from my body as a yusayusa.

See. At last, the man of old knowledge who said it, Beck sees. View Klaus Ulyhalsilla. I see a man who was the good sense of the Royal Army in the former wars, a Successor General, and who sent that man to the crematorium even though he knew the political circumstances. Ambitious. I don't see the boy behind it.

Two, three steps and Beck went on. You don't have to scream to get to the distance of your voice. I no longer need to hesitate. Beck was in the mood to shake hands in honor of his previous good fight. A decade after the Abominable Sacred Flame Festival, it was our position to work with each other biting each other. There was a cooperative relationship that I had built up implicitly. The anguish I had was supposed to be something in common.

Stopping to a three-step distance, Beck confronted Marquis Uliharsilla. It was thought that if there was emotion in the gaze, the rustling heat would be scattered. The expression is different. But we found out we were having a storm with each other.

Hate was there.

"Aren't you going to bark a lot of fun? Where did the hindsight go, Klaus Ulyhalsilla"

"You are the one who is ashamed that you have fallen to the point where you cannot fall. Joaquim Beck"

Words went around at that volume, whether or not they could be heard around.

That is a farewell greeting. After this, we no longer felt compassionate with each other, but wished for each other's death, and decided that we would only visit the future we wanted before we stepped over the corpse… we told each other about it.

"You can't forgive me as a church, my Lord Marquis, for what I have just said to scorn the new legend of prayer."

Beck gestured heavily and looked over at his constant breath. Fearing the spearhead of authority that no one could see, he leaned back, and a wave of people swung at Beck's will. If you have regained your gaze, there is a position of the Marquis Uliharsilla that makes you even feel majestic. The words of response create further shocks.

"Sir, don't listen!

Marquis Uliharsila, who raised his voice to scold it in the midst of no longer being able to correct his prestige, takes the first step in the civil unrest of the Kingdom of Asaria with the words that follow.

"I, Klaus Yurihalsila, hereby announce the promotion of Her Royal Highness Princess Paulina to first place in the right to inherit the throne by virtue of the presidency of Uncle Six Horsemen!

If you're ready to go that far, this one is only for what it deserves... Beck just thinks so coldly. Hear the senseless emotions that blow between the sights. analyze. Calculate. This scene has now turned into a watershed defining a force map of civil unrest. Blinking one alarm is not allowed either.

The battle began.