Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

"Damn! The smoke is terrible and the placement isn't what I figured out! We're gonna get a flash call!

"The fool! Put out the fire first! Otherwise, later!

"What are you talking about! Keep your guard down! What do we get when we defend this place for!

Anger and cursing disturb the alley where heat and smoke swirl. There was no such thing as the quietness of the estranged palace with its royal castle as a far northwest view. Because this evening, the murderer will bounce against the backdrop of fireworks, something that was originally trampled by the footsteps of the more armed men and scratched with a rough struggling mind.

I'm one of them again...... Beltran was grinning behind the mask.

Run to sew the shade of the trees and guess the burnout of the entire outhouse due to the number of dead leaves. Expect the confusion to spread as the lights go right and left here and there. Down on the ground, at the end of the pond in the garden, the mansion has begun to descend as early as possible with fire powder like neglected snow. The wind is strong. The flames that will flourish at night will fully demonstrate their fierceness.

I made sure to decorate the hustle and bustle of the fire, and the sound of hitting the hardware continuously. It's the sound of a bell ringing when you summon an army. From the southwest of the mansion, you will find the front gate of the outhouse. The fireman is up from the northeast, so that's not a signal for extinguishing the fire. The confusion over the lights increased even further. And many move toward the main entrance. Beltran just drops off the move.

The reason was clear. The gestures of the southern forces must have appeared in the name of extinguishing activities. It is considered a virtue for nobles and knights to act beyond custom in times of royal crisis. It makes sense to rush to the fire. But those who guard the out-of-house will not forgive it. This outhouse is now the castle of the northern forces. It is where the third princess where they serve lives, and it is at the forefront of intimidating the forces of the South by protecting them with all their might.

But neither is a single rock. Beltran knew that the guardians of the out-of-house also had high and low degrees of skill, and understood that where motivated, they varied from noble to inferior. I can act with people without enthusiasm. The honor and shame of doing depends, in other words, on a person's character.

There are two weaknesses for out-of-house defense. One is the regular army of the Kingdom, which exists independently of the North-South feud, and the other is the small and medium-sized nobles who have sent private soldiers from the reception. Both are at risk of internal passage, and even if the former can suppress much of the harm by distributing it to the outer periphery of the outhouse, there is no effective way to deal with the latter. Selection can lead to cracks and protests within the forces.

North-South power maps in the Wang capital have not yet been finalized. Numerous nobles and knights are delaying the expression of their positions. I know they want to take a neutral stand for what they really are, but both the Maryaranta and Ronkainen signposts show an exclusive attitude of cleanliness, for example by making themselves submit pledges to the nobles in their territory. There is no other art of declaring neutrality than flying its own flag, and the North-South leaders are not sweet enough to allow such small and medium-sized forces. The decision is imminent.

It is this night of flames that will be its ultimatum...... Beltran is so convinced in joy.

As opposed to the enemy with a blade, you must wave a blow of determination if it comes to an impending moment. If you can't shake it, you can't make it. Only if you enter one sword at a time with a stray in your hand will you be slashed. The civil unrest in the kingdom is taking on precisely an impending phase of unreserved will, scorching the night sky.

The slight sound of the leaves treading turned the beltran. Just as the shadow got four legs, one black-crushed man blinks his white and prominent eyes twice and three times.

"How many?

Six, six, three.

Both Beltran's question and his response to it are disputed by the night breeze, as both whisper.

"Two platoons is fine, three is superfluous. Church."

"Yes. I thought it was a Superior War"

"Heh, don't look like you've been punished."

The two lay low, trying to blend into the darkness at night, shared their emotions by narrowing their eyes together. There are numerous enemy snitches they have killed with their hands, but there are also many who have captured and broken their mouths, and those who have turned them back to sleep.

"Six is approaching from the east and west of the mansion. Three is in the Northwest Forest."

"The burn is extended faster than expected. East will take a detour. West first."

In a time of civil unrest in the kingdom, the struggle of the Beltran and other shady people is on the way to intensification. Geographical conditions had limited it in the war against the Empire, but for both now movement is free and free. Run, deceive, and slaughter without day or night, turning your back from honor and fame. Affiliations vary. Various things are unleashed into the darkness just multiplied by the number of people in power and the type of thought.

"What about insiders?

"Half to the front gate, half to the mansion"

"While playing" One Arrow Two Dead, "is it Assassination Sukei? Decisive inside."

Beltran had grasped many of those who led to the enemy. Some of its rosters are the names of knights with martial names, while others are the names of nobles known for their high level of learning. In such critical situations, indecision, weakness of will, and lack of understanding of the current situation are not all prominent. Differences in ideas, differences in the future you want also become clear.

Recognize the church. No.

If we fry up this civil unrest, that's where the problem aggregates.

With the First Princess at the head, both the Second Princess and the Southern forces have had intimate relations with the Church and have lived many years where they gain from each other. I'm not talking about all the legends of the brave. The power of the Church to bring peace of mind culture reaches every corner of the southern region, hydrating everything.

That's the same thing in the north, to varying degrees. Not to mention that nobles and others who live on salaries in the Wang capital have no reason to dislike the Church, which promises authority and format in tradition. We must be in tune with the southern forces in order to live unchanged. If you're afraid of change, it's not like you can see it already.

The Lord of Beltran tries to crush the dreams of such people, the imaginary future, without some pity. Beltran saw the flames burning into the mansion as well as burning the trees. The ball with the murder blade is about to begin.

"It's about time. Turn off the three."

"Accepted"

Being alone again, Beltran became aware of the sword on his hips. A short, meaty swing with a single blade. The only thing I got these days was that. It was a long time ago, such as the days when I held the great sword in my hands and fought while barking. You don't have to inspire yourself. I don't even have to try my own destiny. Joy resides within, not outside. If joy had made your eyes glare over your chest, then, sora, tonight's prey would have made its appearance.

Six masked men in black cross the garden signaling by hand. Six from the west. That's a platoon. It's a quick, collaborative move. There was a light that rushed out of the mansion where the fire started, and it shook alongside. The men in black run for the light. Beltran followed it again.

There were only six of them. Beltran gazes at the men in front as he goes into the shadows and follows himself into the shadows. The foot carriage is powerful, with one hand attached so that the sword draped down his hips does not make a noise and break out. It's a magnificent long sword. Although vigilance against the front is brilliant, it is oddly neglected at the rear. It's porcupine from the formation.

Cavalry...... no, a knight. Beltran grinned deeper in the dark.

"What's wrong, did the princess capture you?

"That's what's missing! No filthy belly, no daughter, neither!

"Don't be there! Your role will be that! I don't even know where he is!

"You can't go in the back! There's also a fire shelter away..."

"I wish I could push it in! If he hasn't come out, he's in the back. You don't even know that!

The men in black and their insiders speak violently. It's as if you can see foaming spit. Seven of us rush into the mansion. There was an examination of the sword that started to sound immediately. Now Beltran knows that only a man in the mansion is left with doubts about his resolve. There is no other way to survive than to beat the fire and the blade. It's practice night. Neither rust nor dullness greets the morning sun.

A cry rose from the direction of the main gate. As the confrontation between North and South gestures led to a clash, it would not come into an avalanche until inside the outhouse... Beltran decided so as he felt the fireworks on his cheeks and back of his nose. The security at the main entrance is cracked with elites from the Uliharsila Army, who also predict beforehand how to work from the inside. Beltran and the others have been notified to deal with it.

Is what scratches and burns the night life or flame? Signs of a battlefield rise in the southwest, while fires from the northeast intensify. Firehands are also rising in the mansion, which is about to burn without anyone interfering with it. Before spring the wind is blowing drier than the northeast.

There were those who jumped out of the mansion into the garden of jade gravel. Men in black, and nobles who are not pursued by it. I threw it away or I dropped it, I just draped the sheath all together and I don't have a sword.

"Wait, wait! We are not wholeheartedly obedient to the Third Princess!

"Right, right! If your purpose is the Third Princess, we're not supposed to be enemies!

"Ri, Ri! We're on your side! I promise! That will also be gained for your lords!

That desperate claim seemed to contain content that would make the raiders in black think about it. The Third Princess has a long and neglected history, and it is certain that it confuses the unwilling. Apologies are the starting point for many aristocrats who belong to the northern forces. To the Third Princess, who had a reputation for being mildly evil, I also drool my head in view of conflict with the Church... it is not something I can do if I am not quite ready. It is clear, however, that the military advantage lies in the north. There's a former hero and a new one, and he leads a strong army.

Results, Sun. The indifference to civil unrest is the fortitude of the nobility, twitching, and with his mouth exploring the path of war and privacy with fidelity to the king. You can't imagine death, but you're afraid, and that's why you're exposed to life. Beltran shouted without raising his voice.

"No, no, I'm, I'm this, this is the place"

The first was slashed. Neutrality without power and participation without readiness are not allowed at this time. Heated by the flames, the light rises, and is scattered with doom.

"Why not! Oh, my God, oh, my God."

"Ahhh, wow, ahhh!!

The second, the third and he gets slashed and dumped. The fat muscles of the men in black are sharp. And he went inside the mansion again. It has not been confirmed that the Third Princess escaped outside the mansion. You must have decided you were hiding somewhere between the back. Beltran looked east, guessing it. As a result, a new black coat broke into the mansion as six people approached the south.

Beltran. And blow a whistle of signals.

Dozens and something were thrown from the perimeter of the mansion. of pottery like a liquor bottle. It crushes and scatters on the roof of the mansion, on the walls, against the floor. The contents are plenty of oil. A flame roared inside the cigarette. The windy mansion of the detached palace burns greatly and everything is engulfed in flames while you see it. Standing high and high this night.

Come on, it's the beginning of the night of the fire.

There is no crowd to arouse, no conductor to incite, and no guests to watch. There is no arguing and arguing about righteousness and evil, or drinking and raising kai songs. In fact, there was not even the north or south of the forces. Beltran learns the meaning of light and heat ripping through the darkness at night. This is a bonfire announcing reform. The world is just about to change. Something that prevents its speed… It burns dust and mustard that slows down the tide of the times and is strong wolf smoke that makes it early enough for everyone.

Shadows leapt behind the Red Lotus, and some collapsed black, and some rolled out. You won't be able to live long if you leave them alone. To them, the blackheads rush promptly, and with the embrace of the blade, they refuse their lives. Leave death behind. It's a polite task.

The roar rose. There is a man who wields a long sword and resists, without taking the tragedy of a burn for nothing. The blackheads surround it, but the man's fighting spirit has the spectacle of a dead soldier and is not close.

"Phew... are you crazy to death"

For the first time here, Beltran revealed himself more than in the shadows. He pulls out a single-edged sword and walks over with it hanging with his right hand. The man seems to have guessed that too. Try to hear something from the sword pattern. While everything was burning and burning in her hair and skin, there was something to go by like that, and Beltran sent that brilliant grin.

"I see it as any knight. Deal with the final gladiator."

Without hesitation after a step, Beltran just broke into the man's time unconstitutionally. Overlay a blow at a rate that catches up with your back to an instant slash. Because he was at the same time clawing his body, Beltran was to hold down his sword in the form of a back to the man.

"Gi, you......!

"Well, could we still talk? My throat and chest are burnt to pieces."

There was never a battle. Beltran's left hand is clenched with a short knife, and his body is poked deep into the man's flank in his rear hand. There was hot, leaky liquid.

"Wow, I... have a princess... a filthy princess... in your hands...!

"Let me teach you in response to a swing of brilliance. I'm not here. We're already heading north on the Great River."

That was true. In anticipation of some violent nights, the Third Princess's figure has been transferred to an old hall in the Earl of Hellevy territory. It was escorted by accessories by the life of the Lord of Beltran. As for her mother, she remains for the camouflage work up to this night, but is now protected by the elite in the fire shelter.

"Idiot... every time..."

"It's a time for that to happen. My Lord's Heating Now."

The man groans, his power falls out. Beltran flipped himself without waiting for it to finish, flashing his sword. My neck falls and rolls. It was red and black scorched and colored with despair, and it was tears of blood.

Eventually everything burned down and the out-of-house stage of the darkness erased its traces under the ashes.

The Great Fire burned the eastern side of the King's Capital wide beyond the outlying palace. With its awesomeness, the North-South gesture bump in front of the main gate ends as a skirmish that counts only a few injured. Because both factions had to focus on fire extinguishing activities rather than pre-construction.

What the world calls "out-of-house events" will, in the end, be recorded in history as a tenement of North and South will emit ends to suspicious fires. Whatever it is, we should have put out the fire first...... that's what future generations of historians will argue about.

However, in the present day of civil unrest in the Kingdom of Aslia, its impact was significant.

Both North and South factions, which reinforced their distrust of each other, also requested the patronage of the King's capital by the Marquis Ronkainen, to protect each other's next generation of kings deep into the territory of the North and the South. Few, however, know that the time of its implementation precedes the events in the northern forces.

Either way, the overnight fire made the civil unrest real.

The fact that there was someone who wanted it was also the truth behind history, very little of those who knew.