Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

Henriki is convinced. People can't live without fantasy.

At night, when the sweet drowsiness invites people to close their eyelids, they feel tranquil and have no fear. I can't feel any anxiety about my consciousness being interrupted. Because I believe there will be a healthy awakening the next morning. Because I don't doubt that.

It's a fantasy. How can I prove that my consciousness is continuous?

You don't have to sleep to do the same. People's consciousness changes constantly. So much so that we are experiencing a change in consciousness within the count of thirty. You can see it as soon as you draw a circle and square and observe the shape. I can't maintain the same perception.

Knowing is even the most humane act of reason. If you find out the truth about things, people irreversibly change. For example, I would hear that my lover was murdered, and there would be no such thing as being able to be the same myself before and after that. It even changes its appearance. Is it easy to understand the transformation of Severi Kalisalmi in terms of the most recent example?

Still, people believe in themselves and live. I innocently assume that the past is my present footprint and that the future is what I can tread on right now. I take for granted that I am myself.

It's a fantasy. It's a fantasy.

He wears a warm and heavy blanket named Habits from his head and plays with the cheer of ignorance like a child playing on a cliff... he lives in fantasy without doubt or knowing too much. That's people's raw. Otherwise raw is surpassing people or quitting.

"... because it's me who thinks like that. Whatever your name is, whatever I call you, I don't think it's such a big deal. Whatever the truth about a human being named you is... well, I'm interested there as well... because there's nothing different about what you do. As a phenomenon, you're still a demon."

Henriki explained that, but as one of the two listeners keeps smiling, the other doesn't even try to diminish his intense glance slightly. Being exposed to the demonic eye is exciting inside.

"Hey, Mr. Salomon. Gikil, can you do something about you?

"All you have to do is call it that again. I give up to some extent, but to that extent. Changing habits is another possibility."

With blue and purple like the sky of dawn and darkness in his eyes, says the young man who is not like that young man.

A man named after Marco Hahato and titled a special general position to be General Ryu. The mere appearance of sitting loosely in a bench dressed in an identity-worthy military costume seems to be a noble work of art. The red cloth adorned the neck is particularly vibrant and eye-catching.

It is his deputy, Jikilrosa, who is slightly away and refraining. This one is upright like a samurai martial artist in a knightly outfit, but there is no sword on his hips, and then he releases swordswallowing power. So much so that the silver hair that appears on the pale black skin is felt like a sword or spear.

Now these two will be the most awesome subjects on this continent.

Henriki analyzes it very naturally. Look at the storm. You can't even tell that's a storm. If it's a demonic storm, it's even worse. It seems that the world can hear a lot of noise.

However, I didn't have a hobby for squatting on the bunk for fear of it. Henrikki's specialty is exploring outdoors with good legs. Sunny weather and big storms are just the difference in how heaven looks to each of us. It wasn't particularly heart-catching.

"It's a possibility… it's probably not worth thinking about. No matter how full of possibilities the future is, and whether the moment is a continuum of choices and branches, the result is just one of its own. I know it's important, but I'm not really interested in those things in the future. It would be more interesting to find out what truths the past holds. This is a game that's trying to erase the possibility."

Henrik believes that the pleasure of thought is in the process. The journey with results is generally tasteless and boring. Also, solving a mystery is exciting, but if that mystery doesn't lead to the next one, I can't find any more value there. It's a moment of accomplishment. How can we sit there long?

Most importantly, it was a rule of thumb that the idea would not be understood by the public. Only vaguely laughs at me trying to see the distance where I told someone.

Did you gather or gather... What those so laughed at formed a detachment party is what was once a group of Hiltura family eaters. Wonderful and delightful company. It is more than family to Henrik. Once scattered, they are gathered again in the territory of Uliharsila and are now living a painful day as well.

Nearby, I can mingle there myself...... Henriki expected a lot.

"Well, fine. I'll call you Marco. Salomon, I'd call you closer to the truth and the words seem to have depth... see, pickles, too, wouldn't they? It's delicious because it reminds me of the period when it was soaked."

"No matter how tasty pickles can be staple foods, they are harmful to your health if you eat too much. I like to accompany the juice. [M] The hotter the water, the more flavor it brings out."

"Yeah? I got goosebumps all of a sudden... what is it?

I just tried tilting my neck and I can't think of anything. I just see the world leaning.

It is a luxurious room. The walls of the three sides contain murals on one side, strictly claiming the tradition and glory of the kingdom. It is a diagram of the Founding War, a diagram of the Festival of Oriental Unity, and a diagram of dialogue with the Empire and its division. It is an age thing there. I can see that without having to look into the quality of the paint.

It's the “thickness” of the church. If you look at the degree of ecclesiastical authority in the pattern, Henrik can deduce the approximate period in which it was produced.

Recent changes here will also be important for that inference. All the works of art on the subject of the legend of the brave have been carried on for a long time, but the fashion has changed in the north over the last three years, as if the colors of the church had been discolored. Recent epidemics still dominate the scenes of the war against the Empire, where one hero is always portrayed.

It's Marco Hahato. He's beautiful with a special red flag, making sure he sees everything, even when he's not supposed to be there. The masses find him no less spiritual than the brave. But I don't think Henrik understands the truth.

Dragon General Marco Hahato, a hero of salvation flying the flag of fire.

It means the beginning of a new fantasy, but it does not necessarily promise a bright and peaceful era. Rather the other way around. The unprecedented alteration of the world by fantasy undoubtedly sacrifices numerous lives first.

How many humans are aware of it? the existence of destruction that appears before creation. The roots of the seedlings are about to be tried, but the trials are about to come. The masses will look back sweetly in their ordeal. The days I lived in my old fantasies... that those were actually days of peace and tranquillity.

What else?

The age of the brave is about to change into the age of the devil.

With the sound of bread and a fissure in the sky, Henriki stepped back to where he was. This is the VIP waiting room at the Royal Castle of the Kingdom of Asuria. There is a demon in front of him who causes a fire storm and quietly opens those two hands that he thinks have sounded. Henriki observed the condition, wondering if it could also be seen by magic.

"It's time to come back. I'll be there."

"Yeah? Oh, did they call?

"I'm not really hearing you, so you're pretty good, too. I've been called. Here."

The door is open. The conductor is holding back. He's an older old man than Henrik, and he looks familiar. Many nostalgic facial rashes like him have also returned to the scene due to the rigorous re-election of servants within the royal castle.

Innovation is first and foremost remitting a return to the old order, before and after destruction. Would that be the recoil of history? Or is it natural for the anti-ecclesiastical order? But it was in the past that there was truth, and there was some falsehood in yesterday, when it was severely ecclesiastical... Henriki paid attention to the clergy in the mural.

Humans in the Church used to and still do have the symbol of God. Its unique shape, combined with a bow that cuts through the wind and pierces the sky, has changed its shape slightly over time. of the mural. That has a smaller bow shape than what it is today.

"No treatment at all..."

He grabbed my hand and pulled it off. It was a strong force.

"Come on, let's go. To the ceremony where you will regain your title."

"You don't find me attractive. You won't let me say no, so that's a shame."

"You can't work without having all the tools you need, can you? I didn't even ask for your thoughts this time of year. Jikilosa, wake up next time you're scared. I don't know what it looks like from the top of my clothes."

"... Yeah, you felt horrible about the boulder. Let's go, Marco."

Listening to the noisy noise of breaking the stone in the hands of Gikilosa, Henriki preceded him outside the door.

Brahm stone corridors abound in the fresh light of early spring, stretched long alongside stone columns and plastic statues. Is the rigour that makes the walker righteous due to decoration, or to the history and tradition that this hallway breeds? Even the sound of the shoe is ridden with something crisp.

It's a familiar path for Henrik. But it is the way I thought it would go no further. The hesitation arose not from anxiety but from discomfort. If I was wondering myself here, it was also strange that it was my granddaughter who was at the top of the line ahead. How did this happen?

I had a hand that touched my back. It feels hot. Marco's hand pushes his back with the power not to say yes or no. Speed up Henrik's walk. As if to fast-forward time.

Oh... how awesome it is to be blown by this fire storm. It is precisely the time that is passing fast.

Henriki clearly recognized it in this royal hallway now. I found out there was no way I could defy it. I found myself forced to fly within this speed. It's better than moving on. It's better than going anywhere.

If he had entered the great hall, the majestic great space would already have gathered a select nobility of the kingdom.

Four are more glorious than anyone else: the Marquis of Klaus Uliharsilla, the Earl of Matthias Herlevy, the Earl of Leo Salmant and the Earl of Yousia Peterius. It is a great aristocrat in the north who won this civil unrest. There is a prestige as a pioneer of the new age, radiating it intangible to the other nobles.

Neither does the servant Marquis Adolphe Maryaranta seem to be able to disturb it. Henriki had a reputation for being a person with no one to the right when it comes to reading people and enjoying them, but she aged a long time after not seeing them. Behavioural and beloved weird old man was one rarity.

Those who join the royal family are cautious. Not only does this country not grant political authority to less than five ranks of successor to the throne, but it actively pushes for it to descend to subordination, and monitors for those who do not do so in the name of the Crown. It's a familiarity born in the last 150 years or so.

Henrik reckons that's for fear of division. On several occasions in its history, the Kingdom of Asuria has experienced a crisis of division. And in all of that, at the heart of those who aspired to the new kingdom was the inferior heir to the throne. Centralisation needs to be thorough in order to maintain statehood in a limited territory.

Still, if the strengthening of royalty also goes too far, we tilt the country. The King has the right to command the National Army, symbolized by the Ascension Dragon Flag, but the constant situation of the Successful Enemy sometimes leads to an unbridled arms expansion. Some kings in the history of the kingdom invited a simultaneous uprising of the people with a goal of millions of troops. Decision-making simplicity destroys the country at amplitude.

Therefore, the political system called Uncle Sihou acts in such a way as to suppress the kingdom, but above all there is something that acts on the king's military rights. Depending on the matter, there are beings who can deprive the king of command of the National Army itself.

That's the church.

It is the oldest organization on the continent to support the beginnings of the Kingdom of Asuria and to lean on its continuation, marking a long history to this day. They have not only their own territory and military power, but also one powerful and incomparable authority.

That is, ownership of the Ascension Dragon Flag.

Neither the King of the Kingdom of Asaria nor the Emperor of the Everian Empire can possess for themselves the symbolic flag for commanding the national army. I'm not allowed to do that. They are given and borrowed only by the Archbishops of East and West respectively during their reign. The two monarchs only have the right to operate the Ascending Dragon Flag.

If the monarch raised the Dragon Flag without the consent of the Church... it means ruin. The other monarch will be given every authority for the Crusade of the Evil King. The Holy Grail Knights will also attack from the Cape. Believers in the country are required to do all of that in holy duty, and order will be disturbed only by the number of those who obey. And the country collapses.

The country that destroyed the Evil King will not unite the continent. That's because that's a contraindication to history. There will always be a period of war between the herds. Innumerable amounts of blood will dye the earth, countless lives will strike the sky, and eventually two new nations will combine on the continent. And once again, two dragon flags are allowed to rise.

There is no good or evil. The fact is, this world has operated that way. And the power of a long way of coming affects the end of the world is great. The business of men proceeds with inertia. History is just going to be documented as a cold journey.

But I'm sure that's the story without Marco Hahato.

"What's wrong? You wouldn't be scared, would you? It's about being our Lord, as always. You will soon be the king's grandfather."

Those who laugh next door, with that smile, will form an unprecedented spectacle in the past.

Henriki trembled.

Cold chills stuck to me are anointed by harsh calories, and it may not be any ending in the future to see. The history to be carved must mark an unknown path.

I can't even look aside... I can't let you.

Henriki was bored. My heart itched for some reason.

That's apparently what it was like to live on Marco's side.