Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

How far did the stars, the moon, go in the sky? How soon will the day rise?

Hear the sound of a soldier horse far away. No. That's the constant sound of Peterius' army stationed in the land. Is this the sound of wind? When the territorial flag did it, the tent swayed and the shadows swung restlessly on all sides of his sight. At the shogunate, only one of the lights shines by the bedside. Be gentle... but don't be weak.

himself sat in thin darkness, Daniel Hackinen was killing his breath. Even if you have a tight mouth tie, the battle will not go away. The hand squeezing the wand was shaking fine and this wouldn't stop either.

On the sleeping table, where he also spares a blink, lies the person Daniel dedicated his life to serving.

Marco Hahato sleeps.

It's not normal sleep. Far from resting, etc. Fine and irregular breathing may stop at any time. The blood on my skin caught my attention and it looks like white wax. I can't admit the signs of raw without staring closely. I found it hard. That, too, is going to disappear as soon as I take my eyes off it.

Poison. Poison effect.

Marco said at the end of the showdown he was attacked by a madness in the death of a brave man, and although there was no trauma, his mouth contained poison. It is not the usual poison. Probably a kind of psychotropic. It is a cursed substitute for no means of detoxification.

I can deduce the contents if I think of the owner. Because Daniel will know the truth about the death of the earlier king. An abominable, spiritual poison as if it were going to melt your life... you mean it wasn't everything you recovered? Or does the Church possess a number of such horrible spiritual medicines?

I can't accept just being there. Did you use it for Marco, or something?

"God is... an enemy after all...!

I made sure the words roared and leaked. Bite your lips. Quiet, breathe slowly. Don't do that. Then it was going to scream out. Bear it. It's more important than anything to protect his sleep. Daniel turned it to himself again, self-evidently.

Bear with it. Bear with me, I have to wait here. Soon it will be the new town and the capital, and I want to bring Marco to a safe place, but I can't do that.

Because it is Marco's order.

The report that he also won the showdown against the Knights of the Holy Grail was brought by the cavalry of the fire of the day. It's an early run just after the battle by a single horseman ordered to preach. not via the Uliharsila Territorial Repellents who should have been waiting along the way, but directly.

Daniel immediately guessed when he saw the red robe rushing into the Peterius Army position forming on the tributary north shore. Something unexpected happened.

Even if the Knights of the Holy Grail destroy three thousand knights and take over the brave ones, the consciousness of General Ryu is uncertain.

I needed to respond quickly. Daniel immediately suspended the use of a military power of attorney in Uliharsilla territory, which had been deposited in advance. To bring the Peterius army into the southern shore Yuriharsilla territory and to the battlefield. Count Yousia Peterius agreed with that opinion without a word or two.

Firstly, two fast light cavalry squadrons, five hundred horsemen, took the lead. To take over the battlefield blockade from the Cavalry of Fire. At least 3,000 bodies are rolling. I can't leave this behind and fire.

Then 2,000, consisting of two heavy cavalry squadrons, five hundred horsemen, one battalion of spear infantry, a thousand strongmen, and two bow infantry squadrons, five hundred strongmen, left the north shore position for the final position as well. Combined with the first light cavalry, it is two thousand and five hundred troops. Unless there's much left to do, you'll continue to dominate the battlefield.

"Even if I were there for political intervention, I would be able to deal with it. This is still Uncle Six Horsemen."

That's what Yousia Peterius said and led the second 2,000 troops. Daniel only nodded strongly, because he intended to examine it even if he was not told. This battlefield blockade needs to be complete.

The arrival of the Cavalry Regiment of Fire at the North Shore position was quick. He ran in with a flag of fire colour in the darkness that reminded him of blood. We marched like we were competing for time, and we left everything behind about wounded soldiers who couldn't stand it. There is no load such as catches.

No, there was only one exception to each.

As for the wounded, there was Marco, who could not even ride alone. He was untied of his military uniform, his arms fixed, and his hips tied tightly to his passengers. Daniel looks back, saying it was a frozen sight of his spine. So much so that I threw out my wand and ran over. When I heard the voice in detail, I knelt to the ground from relief.

As for the load, there was one wrapped in a red cloth. It is a body. There were many casualties of war in the fire, but the bodies carried were only for one of them.

It's all on Marco's instructions.

He also ordered standby at this position. His breath seemed constant, and he nevertheless interrupted his consciousness after issuing various necessary orders with firm will.

And stay up late at night... Marco sleeps on the bunk as if he's in danger. Daniel is better than waiting. The only person who can deal with such a situation rushes here, in despair of the moment when the sound is heard.

In my ears I would have noticed the signs outside, and in my eyes I would have watched Marco fall asleep and spent no time at all.

Coming.

Those who arrived at the still unexpected North Coast position and approached the tent in a hustle and bustle and refrained from going outside the entrance drapes shortly after Daniel picked them up... the voice had the power to just pressure people.

"Deputy General Jikilrosa of the Cavalry Regiment of Fire! I want to be allowed to enter!

If you don't let him in, he's going to slash you. Daniel, however, did not speak of permission and faced the silver-haired red-eyed lady by going outside the tent herself.

"Be quiet."

Tell him who has stunned the air of the battlefield at the ends of his armed body.

"Marco is asleep. It's a dangerous condition from my eyes. I believe you'll know how to save it, but where I did, I can't admit to seeing you now. Would it be necessary to give a reason"

Did the response come from eyesight? Daniel had the illusion that he might have bathed in a single machete. It was a tremendous killing. There are two red glows that differ in nature from the lights, and they are brilliant with life-threatening awesomeness.

"Devil's eye. Its eyes already seem to see Marco's crisis in sight... but I hope you don't fall for it"

I threw away my wand and spread my hands.

"The mind that thinks of Marco does not dwell solely on you. You are not the only one who needs Marco. [M] If you don't understand, what is wrong with you? [M] It is advisable to throw yourself into a tributary to cool your body and mind. I'm not going through here."

Daniel spinned the words to include them. It was as comfortable as before a mad beast. Soldiers who were outposts around… This mixes many other members of the Peterius Army who have volunteered, but we can see them gathering and paying attention.

Relax, Jikilosa. Without a mother bear who forgot me in a child bear crisis.

Talk to your heart looking into the devil's eye. Daniel is also discouraging his feelings of deviation. I want to save Marco quickly with him. I want to see how Marco is doing to Gikilrosa, who has the knowledge of mystery. But you can't.

Do not disturb his sleep.

If you've done that, something's bound to go broke. It will be irrevocable. I can't explain why, I had that feeling. You can't let a person driven by passion in there.

"... thank you very much. Viscount Hackinen"

I wonder how many times after I heard the throat ringing sporadically around me, Jikilrosa spoke out. The voice was trembling.

"Don't go back to the tributary, but wash your face once with cold water."

"Okay. You should use the reservoir in the back. I also want dust and blood stains removed if possible. Marco's breathing is so thin and weak. I want to avoid coughing you up by mistake."

"Accepted. Come clean yourself up"

Back to back when it comes, even watch out for footsteps and Jikilrosa leaves. Daniel exhaled long and long as he dropped it off. But the sound of exhalation doesn't end with one of them. I heard countless of that coming from here and there, and it felt like even a light wind flow had occurred.

Daniel smiled and put his index finger on his lips.

Everyone here is a comrade. Those who risk their lives on this war-torn continent, thinking of him sleeping within the tent. You don't have to raise your voice. That's coming through. I even feel the invisible and untouchable force covering the tent.

Thoughts go by wishes. Wishes rise to prayer.

And prayer may be a gathering and spiritual thing.

The next time Daniel, back in the tent, heard Gikilrosa's voice, there was a sharpened sound there. With her permission, she slipped through the drapes with great care and her silver-haired girlfriend slipped into the dawn of darkness.

At first glance Marco, the brave lady seemed breathtaking.

He stops on the sleeping table with the slowness that makes him feel the effort, not touching him who sleeps, but examines his whole body without a neighborhood with his demonic eye. That is clearly not the usual method of interrogation. She is a wonder dwelling in her eyes.

Light black and fine skin fingers gently touched Marco's lips. Daniel didn't miss the fact that he frowned when he touched him. Open your lips small up and down. Looks like he's peeking inside. The sight is harsh.

Finally, the finger touched the closed eye lid, just a little bit, and opened it. I don't know what I saw from Daniel, but I guess it was never a bad one. When I removed my finger from the eye lid, I saw a weakness on Jikilosa's face that was difficult to read but somewhere resembled relief.

He exchanged with his gaze and took him out of the tent. Request strict security by nodding and showing it to the sentry. If he had entered the military tent, Gikilrosa had bowed her head faster than sat down.

"Earlier you stopped me from straying. Thank you again. If the Viscount would have stopped it, it would have been a big deal."

"It's something everyone can't help but move. Thank you and so on. Let me hear more than that. How does Marco feel?"

Daniel sat in a nearby chair and urged Jikilrosa to do the same. There is a lot to ask, and there is also a lot to say.

"Master Marco is believed to have been drugged with eighty-nine" fallen souls. "

"Falling Soul... Again..."

"The magical drug effect of eroding life and dissolving this and leaking it from the flesh of the vessel is so lethal to all life..."

What Gikilrosa talks about with a frown root is based on Daniel's knowledge of mysteries he doesn't know. Is it derived from the origins of minorities? Or what her unknown comings cultivated?

"As far as my eyes could see, the amount swallowed was not insignificant. Still enough to cause people to die..."

What is the Devil's Eye? Why do you take it for granted to submit to Marco? For what reason did this man, who served that Salomon and was active on the battlefield, broke into the fire and was imprisoned by the Church, suddenly appear five years ago?

There are many mysteries surrounding her, and now that Marco can sleep, it floats to the top of his mind to haunt Daniel. The anxiety of not knowing everything really swirls in my chest.

Daniel had no intention of questioning Gikilrosa's loyalty to Marco, because he was someone Marco trusted and admitted to. Otherwise I wouldn't have done anything like stand alone in front of her on a rampage. I would have surrounded myself with troops.

"Regardless of who you are, it cannot happen to spill your destiny only to Marco. No matter what kind of psychotropic medication you have, only for Marco... such liberation cannot occur."

But Daniel thinks. She's the only one who knows the truth about Marco's “wonders," and wonders if the circumstances around there are causing the current situation.

Hasn't it come out that I need to know myself?

That's what Daniel was starting to think. No matter what you say, you have to make a decision after hearing what you need to hear and move. You can't lose Marco in exchange for anything.

"Now... it may have been disastrous to be included in the mouth transfer"

"It's... what...?

"I also hear that the brave men of" Successor Life ”are also expected to tolerate the spiritual effects of falling souls, but were experiencing the endurance limits of the flesh. There must have been some bleeding in your mouth, too. Blood carries knowledge at times. There is a risk that something about the brave might have infiltrated Marco."

Again, there are too many deviations from Daniel's knowledge and common sense in explaining Jikilrosa. But I won't stop thinking. You can't stop it. I'm not willing to leave everything to her alone.

Gikilrosa shows absolute loyalty to Marco. You won't spare your life if it's for him.

But the glow of the demon's eyes is too disturbing. It's ominous. I can only feel unhappy. Daniel really doesn't like those eyes.

I think of those who put her on their side and perished. Salomon the Demon... He was active on the battlefield by making Red Eyes obey, imprisoned by something demonic, and immersed in the flames, didn't he? As you may say, Daniel shouldn't feel that way. Maybe he's afraid of what's deep inside the demonic eye.

Wouldn't these red bright eyes take Marco away one day?

Somewhere... far away from Daniels.

It's not like there's any specific suspicion. It's just vague anxiety. Still scared. I can't help but be vigilant. It is only if we are certain that Gikilosa will remain beside Marco.

"Life... if a foreign object has been mixed with the precious one that adds enough Marco."

Shut up and listen. Even if I knew, at least Daniel would listen with the intention of remembering everything. For those who could no longer fight on the battlefield, every “otherwise" was recognized as something to be challenged.

"Now, Marco may be fighting deep inside to eliminate it or absorb it... and that sleep can be interpreted as indicative of a situation where he can't reach the flesh"

Red eyes narrowed to bitterness, and I've looked straight into Daniel's eyes.

"The Viscount was absolutely right in his judgment. If I had rushed over disturbed, I would have been handicapped by that sleep that Marco would have made me fight for my life. Given the essence of being a brave man, it was something to avoid at all costs"

I'm relieved of what I could have avoided. Imagine if it was inevitable. I also have a peek of fear. Gikilrosa is worried about Marco. Without a doubt, she is on her side.

Daniel closed his eyes between the bundles. Explore your mind. Don't be in a hurry again... you must always doubt it and make a settled and calm decision.

"I mean... is it important to protect Marco's sleep first"

"Ruri. On top of that, we need to take care of everything to maintain our flesh."

"Would you need a medic"

"If there's anything I can arrange"

"Then let's invite from the Yuriharsila territorial capital. I have an idea. The level of skill is what I prove to myself."

Writing equipment was removed from the bookcase and a document to that effect was prepared. He also gave instructions to keep it at an outside outpost and to send out a horse faster than the Peterius army. Right now, in the absence of Yousia, the power of command to the two thousand and five hundred troops of the leadership of this position has been deposited with Daniel.

"Marco leaves some instructions before he goes to sleep. Waiting for your rendezvous was one of them."

Sit down again, says Daniel.

"As for the rendezvous fire, Gikilosa, you are asked to perform your duties as deputy general. As for the boat, we keep the one that came aboard waiting, and we have supplies and manpower and feet ready. You can always leave."

Remove one scroll not even closed from the nostalgia and give it to him.

"I expect everyone to dare...... Marco said that at the end"

Jikilosa, who was looking through the contents of the scroll, stopped the eye movement. Waiting ahead.

"That's what they said. We have to do everything we can. I will remain in the Northwest to act with the Peterius Army. In the northeast, Uncle Hellevy is in a hard-working position, but Lauri will do well. In the center is my father-in-law, and in the southwest is Uncle Salmant. The southeast will remain an unknown anxiety about the work of the Ahamaniemi Marquis, but there accessories will deal with it. The Kingsguards will be moving soon."

Breathing the night air, Daniel noticed morning signs mixing there. I smell it. Even if the sun doesn't rise yet, the freshness of the world is intimately felt.

Quiet, asked.

"... are you going to Dust Dream Forest?

No response. But the silence of the eyes was affirming the question.

"Marco touches upon the contraindications of the demonic realm through you. By doing so… I am planning something far-reaching by going beyond the reason of the ordinary world. I know. Something that would have to be done... in the years that I've been doing it, and now Marco... I wonder if there's a“ wonder ”of him."

Marco used to talk about strange things. I guess the mystery is unknown to the public for not seeing, not hearing and untouchable... something incredible, as if Marco were proving his existence with the colour of his eyes... the reason behind the world.

This war with the Church is such a backward circumstance that it is the true purpose of the struggle, and is it not true that all that is said and disputed stands is only second or third? Daniel feels that thin.

If Marco was alive, he didn't even have to consider it. It's just good to be fully committed to his role under his strong leadership. That's how I've spent my whole life.

"The demonic forest of withering people's lives... is it really something that Marco himself has to go to? Isn't that what you can lead the fire and represent? Can't we just hide Marco somewhere safe in Kiko Village?"

With a rugged look, Gikilrosa finally turned to the side. Maybe he's also got a teeth bite. When he saw the side of it, Daniel exhaled. My body feels heavy.

Always like this.

Everyone expects and relies on Marco and bathes in the benefits of his power. And put a huge burden on the great. No matter how much it wears off, give it up. Convince me that there can't be a replacement.

It's a duty to fight. Where I did that, how far can I go to help Marco?

"... I thought I'd reschedule and stay on the waterway"

"Right. That would be better. I need you to meet with Lauri in Chitoga Osho. Take care of the inconvenience caused by the fire stopping appearing."

That's it for the story.

Though it won the showdown against the Knights of the Holy Grail led by the brave, it does not promise any peace to this country. Rather the other way around. The northbound of the Knights of the Holy Grail 5,000 is only the forerunner of the storm of struggle that is about to blow. This dawn, which kills your heart and lurks your breath, is also only the tranquility before the storm.

We have to hurry.

We must hurry and move the times forward. Even if those who lead the way lie down, there will be no ex-girlfriends and no children to stop here. We have to move forward. We have to move forward. Strong, fast, hot.

Finally, I told him only one thing.

"Kuster died in battle"

To the flowing back of Gikilrosa's silver hair, who stopped her from moving outside, she continued her words.

"I first saw the brave man's strategy and struggled. At the end of the day, I heard it was because I had abandoned the ferocious blade and prevented it from being wielded by Marco. Brilliant... it was a brilliant fight."

There was no response.

Before I slipped out to the soon-to-be dawn night, I heard a word directed at someone.

"... you stupid bastard...!

Strictly guarded by sleeping Marco and one wrap of red cloth, the fire sailed backwards through the northern tributaries.

From the end of that convoy, the night goes dawn without sound.

Daniel kept staring at such a morning burn, as if the world had begun to burn.