Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

The colour of the earth embodies both the end and the beginning. That's how fallen leaves collapse, and new vibrancies emerge from them. Everyone who lives on the earth will participate. I'll go there myself eventually.

Yarucco was thinking about it as he put his sun hat shaking in the shadow of a tree into view at all costs.

If you look up, it will stop raining without water, and in the morning it will be clear with soft skies. White clouds drift numerous times cut into thousands by large and small pieces, relaxing where they were viewed, not moving forward or retreating. If you put your neck back, there are signs that the garden trees are secretly stashed with water and heat. If you turn your gaze, you can see a small peek of young green sprouts at the ends of the gravel stone garden.

As the hard, dry self rubbed the left and right sides of his hands together, Yarucco repeatedly breathed to eat. The old long hips are healthy and warm to gather the sun. Whatever is in man's world, several more springs are about to come. Quiet taste of the hunch. There was something gently and sparingly given, and I felt that something obsessed with body savings would unravel without sound.

"You're feeling good and clear this morning"

If you twist your neck to the voice you've been called, the beauty man with his golden hair tied up is smiling. Yarucco thinks it's a brave thing to do, a swordsman-style outfit. Vilma Cantra, a woman who serves as a samurai martial officer for Third Princess Paulina.

"I don't have enough pebbles in the garden. When it gets warm, it's gonna be busy with weed."

If you say it on the face of praise, deepen your grin and Vilma will return it.

"Wildflowers are Paulina's favorite and merciful. I hope it blooms a lot."

"Can I have weed?

"It's okay because it's a weed. Paulina loves flowers that bloom on their own."

"... I don't like taking care of you"

"You know, there are some places that are childish and adorable."

When he saw Couscous laugh, Yarucco snorted hun. I first met her before the opening of the war with the Empire, about the time before and after the launch of the SS. I had the impression that Marco had been rubbed and faded pale by the torrents he created, but there is a composure like someone else in taking care of the Third Princess in this old hall.

Is it because you are relaxing in a peaceful landscape? Yarucco had come up with the most likely reason for it and was throwing it away right away. That may be the right thing to do if you are a dull or timid person, but to his knowledge, a human being named Burma does not see the nature of dull cowardice. Rather the other way around. He lays a sword on his back with a keen sensation and a brave spirit. That's like being a first-rate warrior.

I should have known. that the turmoil of times continues to build on that momentum. Moreover, it is welcoming the third princess, where she is the Lord, to the centre of the stream. It is only natural that civil unrest over the next generation of thrones should end in extremes. If you win, you prosper, and if you lose, you perish. The princess to whom she devotes her loyalty and affection lives the exact opposite of peace.

Until the sun rises, I'm free.

"Take this. This is a letter from the garrison. As you read with me and Lord Yarucco."

"Hung, don't be trusted, Nong"

"That won't happen. No, I don't think so. Lord Marco doesn't trust me to lead Paulina's escort."

Was the word uttered with emotional discouragement before? Yarucco said in a grumpy tone, trying his best to return to the gentle tone of forgiveness.

"There's something you can't read."

"... Now, what will Lord Marco tell you"

Yarucco cut the seal of the scroll while enjoying in his heart the play that made the young man feel awkward. It's streamlined and neatly lined with letters, and that's definitely Marco's autograph. Now known as General Ryu and others, he has been fast-penned and mastered since childhood. It also looks like a beautiful print in the long run because it gives you a sense of unity as if you measured it with an object. So there's a strange flattery about the numbers, and Yarucco is funny that it also feels like a number dancing among the price tags of the market. A hackinen convoy was both an armed group and a merchant organization.

"As expected, there seems to be a growing class of undercover detectives."

When Vilma told him, Yarucco rushed to become aware of the contents of the text.

"As for the southern forces, I can't help but be concerned about the trends between Lord Marco and Marquis Uliharsilla...... naturally. Let's just say the two males stand side by side, and no one on this continent can think of anyone comparable to them right now."

"... Hung, I think so"

"I guess the church also has its own intelligence agency. And Maryaranta? After all, does the weird old man in the north leap into his position of neutrality?"

"If Marco's allowed it, he'll be fine."

Yarucco knows. Marco said he was more of a plotter than a man on the battlefield. That was an early reminder at the launch of the Hackinen convoy. When Marco makes a stand out move, there are multiple goals and diverse schemes behind him. I don't like all the enemies or allies, such as those who can get the full picture... Yarucco even gave up trying long ago. There is only one Marco in this world, so that is enough.

"Right. I hear the garrison is highly capable of espionage... and most importantly, Lord Marco."

Hearing the sound of trust in Vilma's voice, I think Yarucco will make it. Something happened at the awards ceremony earlier than Accelli said. A samurai samurai loyal to this duty was something of a verse fearing Marco, but it disappears and there is sincere subordination.

And right.Now there are people in the Third Princess SS garrison who would show unusual work with regard to espionage, and Yarucco knew he would never leave Marco's side again. After proving his abilities around him, he declared that he would serve Marco.

"Hum... I have a strong deputy. I'm so sorry to hear about the closing detective."

"Is that all you are? Lord Gikilrosa."

"If you've ever heard of the Devil's Eye, you'll do it while you can run and hide."

"What...?

"The Eye of the Devil is aimed at those who need it. It can be a commander or a fierce man, but if you take him out, you'll immediately cut off one of the people that affects you the most. No matter where you are, no matter how you hide, no matter how you disguise it, it's no use. It's as if the devil identifies a person and breaks it all with red eyes. Who said" Demon Eye "Zikil... that's not one of the reasons Salomon's army was strong."

How could that eyesight in the battlefield not be harnessed by spies around the garrison? Yarucco was sympathetic to the detectives from the Red Heart. Beltran's defense from the shadows with its unlawful gestures, where it is originally a more intelligent isolated fort. Excessive defense, including the addition of Demon Eyes.

Maybe that's one of the reasons Marco is stuck in the garrison. First he tried to hide from the public, he lives now with a reputation to gain attention or to blow to the continent. It has enormous implications for the world. Yarucco is terrified of that recoil. The forces of the South, the Church, and the Empire, and those who seek to harm Marco by exploring his identity, are also enormous.

"... was it the subordination of the demon Salomon, Lord Gikilrosa?"

"Mm-hmm. He was still supposed to be a deputy. I didn't know she was a woman."

"Are you saying that those who have achieved comparable results will name the same Hahat family name as the demon and place the former demon deputy beside him..."

According to the teachings of the Church, a demon is the righteousness of evil. It is the incarnation of the devil. It is an evil that destroys humanity. It is precisely the opposite pole of the brave who are widely abhorred by mankind. That makes no distinction between kingdom and empire as common sense. Salomon was burned after being certified as such.

Not that Yarucco doesn't know Salomon on the battlefield. That's why I think even more. Marco's behavior is very similar to that of a man killed in flames. The more I know, the deeper the thought, the more I've even seen hallucinations. And I'm thinking about it. If Marco is a demon, he only fights as a demon soldier. Even the appearance of the “demonic eye” was not surprising to Yarucco.

As a matter of course, Yarucco thinks that those who barked with Marco into the battlefield sky will have a similar mood. He is so heart-blowing and soul-shaking. But what about those who were outside the battlefield?

"Will it be so?"

Even though I said it without hesitation, Yarucco saw the faces of Chilla and Vilma. Luxuriously glowing hair in the wake of the sun, long and elegant eyelashes, and a pristine face. She now had an honest look at Yarucco, who seemed to be crossing the line with the dust on the battlefield. There were the eyes of those who fought together.

"I believe in Lord Marco. His strength, his destiny, his aspirational future. For example, if the Church were to pronounce the death penalty on him as he was a demon, I would even slash him into the Holy Grail Island with this sword. Let's even take the brave. There's no hesitation in doing that."

It was the voice of those who risked their lives. Vilma touched the pattern of the sword as she worded it, but with piety and pride in her hand in her eyes, Yarucco felt as if she had seen her essence there.

"Lord Marco understands Master Paulina far more than I do. Master Paulina also admits to believing in him like that again, making the end of the kingdom... no, you don't... it's as if he's entrusting himself with the operation of this world. Why should I doubt him? How can we not respect him? How he and Master Paulina gave my life for a future in which to acknowledge and live… that's all I think about"

It was beautiful. Young passions were burning in the sunlight all over her body. Yarucco narrows his eyes to the glare, but never laughs, and still rattles his nose. That's what I do. I'm not going to change it any more.

"Marco and the princess may both be adults, but that's not the same as being perfect people. Marco has weaknesses, and the princess lacks agility."

"Hehe, right. I want Lord Marco to recover quickly. I think Paulina is also a valuable charm."

"... there's something you don't understand either."

Vilma laughed happily when Yarucco said he had raised his eyebrows. A laugh rises in the pale and quiet sky. The poorly maintained hall is strangely crisp this morning.

"I picked a lot"

The garden tree made a clammy noise, and the shadow of the person who had been constantly in motion earlier showed the whole story. Light brown fishing underwear, jacket, both are bukabuka and dirty in mud. Is it about the sun hat that's safe? Mud is also creeping on the plump cheeks laughing satisfactorily.

It's Paulina, the third princess of the Kingdom of Asuria. A small, round yellow-green pile is piled up in the twin hands. It is a mountain vegetable called Koroponi, a pioneer in spring that sometimes comes face to face from under the snow.

"How could I have found you so much? I thought if I could find five of them, I could do it."

"Rain lasted until yesterday, something warm today"

"Hung, but not all the delicious ones again."

"Something to eat deliciously"

It's an irrefutable exchange if you've been accused of disrespect, but no one will blame you for it. Yarucco was feeling the warmth of lighting on his chest floating up on his cheeks as he firmly maintained and consolidated the look that was about to burst. How irresistibly cute is the girl where his master devotes himself.

"You're always a boulder. I'm going to prepare a lower boil...... Ah, here too!

"That's too many flowers"

He walks towards a water field where he can say without biting. After stepping on a neglected gravel stone, somehow the morning brightness seemed to be gathering. Yarucco was a little surprised, but convinced that something like that would happen. This special girl belongs to heaven as she goes to earth. No words of prayer, no incense smoke, let alone the need for authority... just a lifespan to be left behind.

"A future where Marco and the princess live... it's going to be a strong time"

Standing up, Yarucco unleashes his words in a wonderful morning.

"How far can you see, Non? It doesn't have to be like a grain of fattening."

He deludes and deludes his hands and feet, which have become stiff and spicy this winter, and follows the two young men. Coroponi cuisine doesn't have to serve three people in that amount, but whatever it is, it's definitive that the prancing noodles are involved. There's so much I can do to help. Think of it and the footprint will be lighter.

The idyllic morning hours that eventually began were never interrupted by anyone.

History waits for the night to cause the incident.

The day Yarucco ate the first coroponi of the year was to be described in later life as a "out-of-house event". And the fire of the unknown shall be stirred by the wind, which is strengthened by the setting of the sun, and the outhouse shall burn its surroundings wide open. And that will involve the first armed clashes in kingdom civil unrest.

The confusion of the kingdom increased to an increasing extent, leaving the remnants of its breathing heartbeat without a remnant of the king's desire to extend his life through the years and into the spring.