Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

I see history. Tonight during this moonhua we carve a stirring point.

Johannes Ronkainen breathed tradition where it was a backdrop for himself, and set his prestige to receive exactly the roaring historical patterns in front of him. Build strength in your lower abdomen. Pull your mouth together. Both hands clenched their handrails and both legs spread slightly and stepped deep on the soft of the floor.

"It was very interesting, so you stuck to the door, even knowing how badly you behaved? I've put my hands on my ears and listened to them. Wahaha!

Joaquim Beck...... inflating the white monk coat with the curves of his obese body, lowering the symbol of God on his chest. I'm packaging my arrogance until it's crisp in the priesthood position, and there's nothing to make me even slightly nervous about standing and behaving during this moonhua.

He shouted a few times to applaud while remaining as powerful as singing a good addition or subtraction to the tavern.

"Look at that. Look at that! After all, it is very brave of you to say that he is in the north of the king's capital! An ambitious and unafraid prestige against the fearless and unopposable! Let's say Maryaranta Marquis! I haven't seen such splendor in the kingdom's history these days, have I?

Bishop Beck stares at me until he bends his thick body forward. Johannes reflected the ridiculousness and decency of his attitude in his vision in vain. As for the expression, he smiles, but in the back of the simulated flesh, he also tries to sharpen his gaze. Otherwise a man who can't face each other is staring at the bishop.

It's Marquis Klaus Ulyhalsilla. I don't even hide my hell-anger in the dangers of my expression. It seems to me that the breath that is slowly exhaled has a tremendous amount of heat. The fever naturally rides the words. A voice was squeezed out that seemed to melt the rock as well.

"Are you even more surprised by your bad behavior now? As for disrespect. Again about nasty."

Slowly rising, Marquis Yuriharsilla proceeded to walk to the front of Bishop Beck. Is it an illusion? It's as if every step of the way you hear a bitter metal sound of armor.

"But still be careful what you say and do, Bishop Joaquim Beck Oriental. This place is between the moonhua. It's an unforgivable place for anyone to trample on the pride and tradition of the kingdom."

"Ha! That's revealed in His Excellency the Marquis Klaus Yurihalsilla. The oblivion habit seems convenient and always alive. I'm not ashamed to say anything like that!

Bishop Beck also made sure to stick out that belly again and moved on. Johannes has a strong sense of vision. Was this a sight to behold? Was the season winter?

"Say it over and over. Keep your mouth shut. If the kingdom misunderstands something by asking the Church to send priests and behaves in a high way… it is foolishness to the point of difficulty. It's about making the visit private and rethinking what it means to have avoided the Four Horses Conference."

Should I even say that I am in a mood for killing at every end of the word? Even if you don't yell, the voice of Yuriharsila Marquis has the power to cling to your skin. It looks like a black cloud will conceive thunder.

And the statement was something that even Johannes got my mind on.

The numerous conspiracies in which the Eastern Church worked for the Kingdom have been found to have been devised and implemented for the most part by Bishop Beck. It is unforgivable to take any one, but above all it is a great sin concerning the collapse of the Predecessor who should be convicted. Indirectly. But the intention to give Princess Margareta a magical poison is obvious.

The bishop of the Eastern Church instigates the king's real son... or conspires to reverse the king.

It must not happen. That's what happened. If things become public, both the authority of the country and the authority of the Church will be lost. The fundamentals that underpin social order are greatly undermined. And there will be unrestricted havoc on the eastern side of the continent. I can't imagine how much sacrifice that will take before it heals.

So the Four Horses Conference covered up the fact. In the midst of rising tensions in the outbreak of civil unrest, consent was formed where it went beyond strife. For the kingdom and for the Church there was no other option that could be taken.

At present, however, the situation is different from at the time.

Princess Margareta, stripped of her right to inherit the throne and in a position to be cautious, committed a violation of an agreement called a village raid in a civil unrest and furthermore committed an outrage to set fire to the Kalisalmi territorial capital. I have sinned as an individual far from the kingdom. It is also convenient that the new king and his birth mother are different. It is also possible to judge by the laws of the Kingdom.

If you expose your secrets now, it's on the church's side that you lose a lot. There will also be losses for the Kingdom in the sense of causing social anxiety, but it must be in a position to press for concessions with a comparative advantage.

If so, did Bishop Beck imply that he would ask that Uncle Salmant and Uncle Kalisalmi also be present on this occasion… instead of making any mention of secrecy, he would give in? That's what Johannes knew.

It is a smile. Bishop Beck represents a superior mood that doesn't move and doesn't try to break his cloistered attitude.

"Things are anointed by something bigger, and small loses meaning without distinction. The reason for the merits of a man's business is well established. The sinners of the past are also allowed to brag proudly if they have merit now..."

It is the Marquis Uliharsilla who is pointing it with both hands filled with meat to his fingertips. I wonder what further provocation it would be. If you are laughing with the madness that lies outside the understanding of the ordinary man, this priest is a monster. It's a monster like you can't help but remember to be afraid.

"And?

Ten fleshworm meshed fingers in fine motion, so that they can be candled, and who will they point to next? Johannes accidentally leaned back because that gaze, which looked round his eyes, plundered his face. If I hadn't worked so hard on my grip on my hand, I might have fallen on my back.

"Neither a hero of merit to this day, nor anyone in the future in line with the world, will be brought to justice as a great sinner... So... No, it's totally lamentable."

Bishop Beck's stare is ahead of him. There is Marco Hahato. I can't imagine anything panicking or anything like that happening. Awesome. He smiles like he always does... no, showing his teeth and laughing?

Johannes blinked quickly. It's not a mistake to see. Marco Hahato smiles more than he always does.

When he says that he is given an ominous prophecy by the priest during this pressing moonhua, he brings to his face the joy of wandering as if he had received a million blessings. The colour until demonic melts away and releases incense.

The Ten Fingers also show oddly gentle behavior. I try to hold the cup and make it round. Maybe that's or is a kind of hug. In the sight of Bishop Beck, perhaps Marco Hahato's face fits in its hands.

This... what's going on with these two? What do you mean?

Johannes has left his understanding behind to witness. All the vivid impressions were burning my mind, and where it meant it didn't seep in. I wonder when the time will come to quietly reflect on this occasion tonight so that history may be analysed and interpreted by hand to future generations rather than to that party.

"Thou shalt not resist the devil... hadn't God taught man that?

The word “demon” pronounced again rings like a lightning strike. With the seriousness of what it means, you can't help but have a strong impact on the hearts of those who listen. Johannes shook his head gently and also lived in the right place.

"Let us dedicate one piece of advice, Awkward Monk, to a history that is near the kingdom and does not question your preciousness. That's important advice, isn't it? That's how I got over being single for it. I've thought a lot about the content of the advice... Hey, Awkward Monk, I love this country."

Twist your body that looks heavy, take a prayer stance with exaggerated methods, etc... and say.

"That man, Marco Hahato, is suspected of being a demon?

Demon Man.

The absolute evil of making it a demonic realm in the shape of a person and showing up to close the world to darkness. Human despair. God's adversary.

If you were there, don't lose it. Don't argue, with the total power of people. Do not destroy, before men are destroyed.

I didn't think so. I thought that was all. But when he discovered himself somewhere expecting this to happen, Johannes shoved a roar in the back of his throat and killed him. An unexpected skill… Is that more personal than a personal affair? Or is it what the tradition that carries answered?

When Bishop Beck uttered the word demon, the first thing Johannes thought about was the movements surrounding the reign of the new king. There is no deficiency. It makes sense. Negotiations with the Special Diocese of the Devil were conducted by the priests of the Eastern Church, even though they acted separately. The kingdom is in good shape that it cooperated with it. Nothing heretical is there.

Then what is the devil with? Is that Lord Yuriharshira? No. He's the one who has walked the straight path who has no shame on anyone as head of the kingdom's nobility, even though he had Bishop Beck battle his valves at the Winter Awards Ceremony. I can't do it as a demon.

There is only Marco Hahato.

All heroes have a gap in their coming history as great care has been taken not to take any bullets. The only thing that came to that was fear for Johannes.

Born as the son of a village chief in Kiko village, he said he grew up without any blessings after birth, even though there were circumstances in the development village on the border. There are also stories of his parents rejecting this on the grounds of his infirmity.

The same is true of Princess Paulina, who was to be known to the world for her life. It was still not blessed by the solidification of being adopted by the nobility, and that group was ignored and not blessed by the Church where it joined the last seat of the Third Princess SS. He fought only out of loyalty to the princess.

A water-borne fire meter in the war against the Empire now finds many to be his battle merit. It also means at the same time the denial of the Church's advocated Guardian Dragon legend. That is how he was ironically appointed as General Ryu, but the family name he was allowed to name at that time was the Hahat surname… what the demon Salomon once named.

I think an argument that is also said to have killed the Emperor's heart. I think of the wording sworn in with the sword of Princess Paulina on her shoulder before her reign. I think I've been behaving here lately. He was there as if he were a brave man, and then he ignored and stepped on every bit of value where the Church recognized him.

Johannes looked at the Marquis Adolphe Maryaranta, feeling like he was divining something, without thinking together. I think about when we visited the land surface garrison together. Is there again something there that I could not see then?

Oh... why, someone named you.

Biting the moan to his back teeth, Johannes stared at the old Marquis' smile. Both his eyes, called the weird old man of the north, etc., are rotten, and the ends of his mouth hang greatly. Dog teeth peeking. My nose is rough. Youthfulness is lit on the face full of wrinkles.

"Hey, that's totally amazing!

Bishop Beck's solitaire continues.

"In recent times, I've heard that there are people in the wind who say that if the Imperial Fleet is on fire where it is a miracle of God, it is as if it were their own, right? I made you look into doing this, and what a name for a hero general in the kingdom would come up. No, I got it. I got it!

There was humidity in the sound that struck my forehead. Was my hand sweating? Or head. Johannes just sees it, rather than just listens, considering things in his brain that don't matter.

"Sometimes the devil's work is said to mimic the miracle of God, isn't it? This is why I sent a miracle investigator... Oh, my God, no one's coming home. There seems to be some insecurity around the surface."

Miracle Investigator, it looks like more than one person muttered. Johannes is also one of them.

"Is it a burglar? Or is it a beast? Or maybe a wolf with silver fur on light black skin...... oh horrible horrible horrible!

I really enjoy talking about it. I'm shaking my body, so maybe I'll dance out in it. Everyone is paying attention. No matter what you say and what you dance, no one can stop you.

"That's why, unfortunately, the investigation has not been completed there, but there are all sorts of things you can see that you can hear where you did it, right? Well, just to say there's no conclusive evidence, first of all, the man would definitely be a demon. I have no fear of God."

It is not here as one of those who can raise his voice that it is not.

"And a lot of people are afraid of you. Saaran, Saaran. How many human beings had to die because of having one of them... and I still feel like scattering death. We're playing war from the next, the next one. That's how they kill humans, the one. This antisocial nature is a testament to the demon left. Everywhere there's no enemies."

There was a violent noise. Count Leo Salmant. He's the most militarily powerful of all Uncle Sihou, so I guess there was something more violent than anyone else. There was a lot of inaccuracy in what Bishop Beck said today, and it was full of malice.

And the anger which he tried to utter by biting him was stopped by a single hand. It's Marco Hahato, the one who's about to be fatally certified.

And it is a smile that remains the same. How can you look like that?

"Great battle with the Imperial Army...... how suspicious it is to drive the Imperial Emperor crazy without crossing swords or spears. Before that, that, the burning of the Empire's front-line fort was suspicious too. Were you suspicious of the awkwardness of the Bow Warrior and the settlement? Extremely, it's a part of horseback riding in the Kalisalmi capital. I don't know what that means. Isn't that it? Isn't he the one who set fire to the capital?

Smile. The only thing I can say about this statement is that the tongue is also done by smiling again.

What are you going to do...... Bishop Beck, and Marco Hahato.

The oddity between the two is gradually spreading, now transforming the Moon Hua into an inexplicably occupied space. Both Marquis Uliharsilla and Uncle Salmant are winds that hold the flames of anger in bewilderment. Even the Maryaranta Marquis has not defined his expression. As far as Countess Katiya Kalisalmi goes, she looks like she's about to cry and keeps moving her neck to the right and to the left.

"What do you think? Why don't you confess that you're a demon?

I say something extraordinary, like recommending tea or sweets to a friend.

"Since God is merciful, may he relieve you of your pain when purifying? Hmm?"

That's a terribly sweet word. I can't feel anything disgusting there.

"There are also types of executions on behalf of divine punishment. On a personal note, every barrel used is miserable. There are many different worm sentences to be packed with poisonous bugs and cannibals, and nail sentences that stunningly point nails inside the barrel can make a river of blood whenever the barrel is rolled. It's a tragedy, albeit a holy practice..."

Shake the meat off your cheeks and nod twice and three times, do what you can think of, say.

"How about a water sentence or something? It means it will be flown in a boat to the Purple Cloud Sea. Demon Man, that's a diagram of your return to the demonic realm. Awkward monks don't even know if the end as an organism will drown... Hmm, I don't care... so is that still it? Mm-hmm, I'm good at that. I have prepared and implemented everything."

Pong punches his hand and says it with a full smile.

"Fire."

Johannes hallucinated that night. It's Holy Flame Festival Day. It was that night when the demon Salomon was burned by the king's capital. What does that mean to the history of the kingdom...... Johannes knows with the changes that have occurred to him. Chills. Scary. My hair grew so good that I had to put up with screaming. That was a totally sour nose event.

The air rang. No, broken? Anyway, something sharp and intense rang during the moonhua.

"Ha! hahahahaha!! hahahahahahaha!!!

It's a laugh. Marco Hahato is laughing out loud.

He raises his jaw, opens his mouth wide, and on the other hand, he stores water droplets just because he can't stand the ends of his closed eyelids, and he just says to rip himself apart. Oh, he's laughing. I've never seen it before... I can't imagine it.

The world is shaking. Johannes tried to think of it as an illusion. I tried to convince myself that my tremors were the cause. But I can't help it. That alone doesn't explain it. Because everyone is trying to stick to their chairs. Is it an earthquake? No, that's stupid. Bishop Beck is upright without even moving.

How long has it been since I was rocked and shaken by confusion?

The sound stopped at all times, and became the only thing during the moonhua, similar to the descent of dust scattered by the tranquility of the night. Johannes confirmed that he was breathing. It's okay, he's alive. I also hear beats more than I do in my body. The time is also engraved at this moment.

And... oh... he's smiling.

Supposed to be a demon, he brightens his eyes of strange colour. Blue light shines in the darkness and purple clouds converge glossy... like a demon rising and shining on a moonless night... the specialty can't help but look away, and it is magnificent to sit with his legs together, looking at those gathered here this night.

He's... he's named Marco Hahato. He's... or really?

"Do you have enough evidence to put me in a demonic interrogation, Joaquim?"

"If it was all aligned, I wouldn't come alone. I would have entered the king's capital with holy matrices, and sang the psalms with them that I could carry, and anointed the piles of firewood with wine, and bound thee with chains of black cold iron. And wind up the flames."

"Hehe... I guess so. So pleasant. You still intend to use me as a strategy."

Is this an illusion too? The two of them are talking. I'm very close.

"Hmm, not embedded? You are here with me now. You don't have wings on your back?

"I just felt like your abandonment."

"Ha! Now that's a good time. The arrows are no longer released."

"Can you see where I grab it?

"If you could do that, wouldn't you be seen? I don't know after that."

"I'm trying to get easier again. Bad habit."

"A job for each person means to that extent. I can't be like you."

Far and strange words are exchanged. Really close. It just seems like our careless friends are interacting honestly with each other without straining their shoulders. My voice just sounds sincere.

"Not at all... it's a tricky thing to do"

Bishop Beck is smiling bitterly. That's another look I've never seen. Johannes no longer forgot how to be surprised. In this time of uncertainty about whether this dream or the present, everything can happen.

You see, Marco Hahato's appearance is also really unrealistic.

He, nineteen-year-old, although thinly blurred, also looks like a man who looks over thirty. Did you associate it with the Demon Man? Or is it something you associate with the burning? Or from both? Shall I be clear if I say so?

"Salo...... mon"

It became a call. And it was Marco Hahato who turned around… as he always sees it.

"Are you all right? It's late at night... not only your Excellency, but everyone seems tired."

Is it the sound of blood flow that roars in the back of my ear? Or is it the sound of reality coming back to us? Johannes blinked and shook his head left and right to resurrect Hotaru Ronkainen, who would attend during the moonhua. Look around. Everyone is discovering themselves on the chair like they woke up from a dream.

Something happened. I know that, but I can't work my head off. I have a terrible sense of vanity.

So Johannes could only see, could only hear. I just took it.

"Oh yeah! Awkward monk, I forgot to mention something important!

Bishop Beck hand-waved in a retrograde manner. That's what he looks like all the time, too.

"You saw a miracle glow the other day in Eteramaki territory, right? It's been roughly twenty years, but the brave men have been sanctified. No, it's great! God always protects and blesses us! Oh, and by the way, you were brave, weren't you? I'm Princess Margareta. You don't mean the name of the world with God's mission, do you?

What... are you saying? What do you mean, you're reporting it like it's on top of something?

That it's a miracle light? Sacred ordination of the brave? Princess Margareta?

When, where, why... I don't know why everything is!

Johannes opened his mouth, but the words never came out. Something was missing to speak on this occasion. He was also breathing constantly.

"I was convinced that this was a miracle for the Devil's Crusade once in a while in the Church... no, the doubters here do not confess. That's a problem. As soon as the miracle investigator has a report, I'm about to be interrogated...... how it's going to take so long. The heroes of the kingdom will also have trouble with their wrongdoing. Hey, trouble. Trouble. Oh, trouble."

What makes you so happy? What are you laughing at so much? What are you going to say next?

"I'm in a lot of trouble, so it's better than giving priority to that one, not this one! Well, the brave have already left, so it's easy. Without a word from the Awkward Monk, the path of the brave will remain the same."

It was Marquis Uliharsilla who asked what you were talking about. Should I call it just what I was able to pronounce even to squeeze it out? But...... Bishop Beck's reply was to beat those who listen.

"It's the plague! It's the plague! Isn't there an outrage going on about contraindications as to what you've lost in blood and how to pioneer that land, etc! That's not acceptable, is it? If this person is not a demon... there will be no other reason to be brave! What if they're both clean and correct? What if this one takes a while? Let's just start over there! That's how you run through with a brave man! Stay on holy mission!

What does it mean to correct the plan for the development of the disaster plain? With a head that doesn't work until it itches, Johannes thinks it. From the rhetoric, the brave man has begun his journey, and his destination is not the king's capital. I also said I would run. Run. What does it mean for a brave man to run? There's no way you can drive fast on your own.

No way...... no way!!

"It's no use panicking now, is it? Because the actions of the brave embody the will of God, and the Church cannot command so much advice. Sinners don't have to fall down to be smashed! Are you stepping down Kalisalmi territory, kicking out Yuriharsila territory, and firstly baking new towns and yakuza? Haha!!

Once you run out, no one can stop you anymore. The holy mission will always be accomplished.

That's the Brave and the Holy Grail Knights! Fight to make God's glory known to the earth, holy armed group! They are merciless and merciless and unforgiving when judging sins… they do not solve any circumstances, they do not listen to defences or pleadings, they do as natural disasters do to destroy everything. Kill. Return to dust mustard.

Uncle Kalisalmi screamed. It's not shameful. Uncle Salmant roared, and Marquis Uliharsilla leaked "stupid". Even Maryaranta took his breath away. Johannes couldn't even speak because he was stuck in his breath.

I'm laughing... it's still the two of us.

Bishop Beck laughs and Marco Hahato stares at it and smiles.

That's the form of a confrontation between the two. This is the war between the Church and General Dragon. Fight as the dreaded fight. Beyond people's understanding and imagination, fast, sharp, strong, awesome!

Something screams violently. The sadness that even sounds like a scream in Johannes' ear...... I think who it is.

Societies? States? Tradition? History?

Either way, whatever it is, clashes are no longer avoidable. The world experiences a severe earthquake. The unknown intensity will blow to heaven and earth, and everyone and he will be afraid to fight. You will be shocked without a voice.

"As General Ryu, I propose. Let us detain Bishop Joaquim Beck and scrutinize his physical and mental condition. He's crazy. Or maybe he's the devil. Because this is how happy I am to say that it afflicts an innocent people."

I can't move like I'm paralyzed, in this awesome time...... Marco Hahato stood up lightly. He proceeded as if walking on a cloud, passing by the side of Bishop Beck unwrought, to a closed door.

"I'll talk to the brave"

Looking back over his shoulder between him and Yuehua, he rejoiced in his eyes and told him.

"Fly the Flag of Fire,"

The door opened and closed.

Military shoes make noises, and turn away.

Eventually, the sound ceased to be heard, and yet another silence came, nor did a slight noise arise during the moonhua. There was such a thing as deep down wonder.

Something beyond its limits ended up wielding fierceness... and no one could make a single move.