Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

Three years have passed since the sound of war disappeared from the Kingdom of Asuria.

Lauri touches the fold and counts it. To live the days to come.

"What's a festival to name a country? This is a ploy. Like a bad taste."

A soldier over forty years old says something is bumpy as he trims his hair in front of the mirror.

The dress he wears is the finest in gold and silver yarn decoration. Blue-dyed Kwynn fabric is embellished as a decorative cloth, with a large swing of tulle flowers inserted on the chest. It's more glamorous than painting with a masculine gesture.

"It doesn't make sense and I can't help it. Besides, you think it's a royal life? irrational. Against me, the worker."

Accelli Arnell.

As head of the Kingsguard Regiment of the Kingdom of Asuria, he is now the most vocal man with the kingdom's best militants. His extraction in the earlier showdown with the Knights of the Holy Grail became several poems, but few know that one of them is homemade.

"I still can't believe I'm complaining this time of year. Isn't it a little ugly? A new hero of kingdom guardianship."

Saying that with a smile is an eyebrow brilliant nobleman with a wand in one hand.

The elegant outfit based on white makes you feel somewhere holy. But it is not the seal of God that is lowered from the neck, but a clear jewelry imitating snowflakes. Glorious as a whole, it's like the protagonist of a picture story.

"Don't get me wrong. This is about good intentions first, then just a little politics added. It is also about using national expenses. That's a great reward."

Daniel Hackinen.

Formerly the second son of the Viscount family, he descended to the Baron when he became Lord, and then superimposed the ascension to become the new Count. The territory is the southwest end of the kingdom. It is the shape of a similar takeover of the former Earl of Eteramaki territory. It shows the thickness of trust that comes from the Queen and other great nobles.

Until this year, he's in his thirties at a critical point. A season ago, a second eldest child was also born. He and his family are widely admired by the people of the kingdom as well as self-rule.

"What a reward. Where is the joy etc. I'm only here if I think I'm on a mission."

"What makes those who command the great army so nervous? There are no enemies. You don't have to be scared."

"Do something stupid. A general is a leader, not a clown or spectacle."

"Where is the need to play the clown, etc. I just want to be honest with you. And..."

Daniel shrugs his shoulders and says to the roaring accessories.

"Besides guys. Or a kind of decoration. The attention it attracts is known to be high."

"... is that what it is"

"That's what it is. The lead role is female. It's not a wedding ritual."

Is that the golden word of experience?

I heard him squeak, snorted, and Lauri spoke.

"Hey, rare fringe collector Axeli Arnell is finally getting married too!

"Twenty-seven years younger."

I have a big man who added words instantly.

I'm dressed in dull colored clothes that I don't want to hide too much musculoskeletal success. It also looks as if it is a Mighty Man or a Phantom Artist, and in either case it is a misplaced impression in this formatted room.

Oiva Otara.

Even Lauri says he's dressed up and he doesn't do it. I don't even participate in the rest of this. On the contrary, it is a position which would not otherwise be fulfilled to be in this place either.

He left the Kingsguard. There is no more his name in the kingdom's militarization. I refuse all the knights' invitations, so even the Otala surname won't be able to be named any day. The most powerful samurai in the kingdom live like a flush blacksmith.

"Previously on the fringe, it didn't come together, did it? Yeah. That kind of hobby. Well, I can't help it. I can't help it."

Even as I admired it, I cut the wind and the bird flew. I didn't avoid the wooden one or Oiva, but it hit my chest. That seemed pretty painful. Points his mouth and complains.

"What is it, Mr. Accelli? He said he ran off to celebrate from afar. It's a dark vessel..."

"You be careful what you say, Oiva. I know that. That it was you, not anyone else, who taught the horse daughter a strange tactic of using two swords. It's what you did extra, I make it...!

Lauri hid her exhale and looked up at the ceiling.

This marriage goes to one duel when the book is corrected. There was an enthusiastic suitor who challenged the battle by poking a wooden sword at the accessories. At the dawn of his victory, he had prepared a witness to marry him, and his voice was exalted.

Or perhaps, the witness was Paulina, Queen of the Kingdom of Asuria.

That accessory was also upsetting, or he said the battle was settled casually only by letting off a wave at each other. It was a brilliant blow to the jaw with divine speed, said Virma Cantra, a samurai martial artist who served as a referee.

"Oh, that one. That was supposed to be a war technique with four swords... well, even two of them would shock me."

"And it's a rub up slaughter. It's called the wrist return, the shortest, fastest sword muscle, that would be your guide too."

"Yes, but why did you aim at the back of your right hand? They were crouching, weren't they? You were so close to slapping me in the head."

"... were you watching somewhere? Or did you ask that samurai samurai?

"Neither. Hey, you know what I mean. That rubbing move, it's supposed to be aimed at the back of your right hand. It's gonna happen, so why don't you just tell me exactly how to give it back?

Oiva told Lauri the first thing. Looks like Daniel and accessories do. The former looks like it was inspired by curiosity, but the latter is a mouthless face for what it came to mind.

"What do you think? Mr. Accelli. It's about swordsmanship. Tell me where you're not being selfish."

When Oiva said that in a strangely serious manner, Accelli answered bitterly.

"Only on his right hand, because he was wearing a smooth leather armor"

"Hmm? You promised to hit just there from the beginning?

"No. I was surprised by the bizarre method of warfare, so it was difficult to add or subtract aggressiveness. Other than that, I thought it would hurt you."

"Hmm?"

"I'll tell you what, it's not out of kindness. Because if I get hurt badly, it will be my defeat in the end. Though she is a daughter-in-law of the Count's house. It's like scarring..."

Word butts disappeared, but soon Daniel continued where he was the head of another Count family.

"Don't be taking responsibility. Because I'm in a position to take it. Regardless, I would have avoided her by guessing it more than ever... but there is no escape for His Majesty to be a witness. The duel must be taken. I wish I had won, but you mean you've been flirting and reached for just one bright trap."

Exhale as impressed.

"That's brilliant. It's not a technique to be worked out with an array of heads."

"Nice work, too. That's why I decided to move."

Oiva nods loudly in the armband position. Make it temporary for him. Maybe he's willing to praise his apprentice for his victory. Mmm-hmm. Satisfied.

"Hey, Mr. Lauri."

Such Oiva has thrown her gaze. My eyes sparkle like a boy somewhere.

"Hey, Lauri."

For some reason even Daniel had the same eye, so Lauri was in a hurry. They are both full of laughter, but they also brighten their eyes to expect something. Now it's time to hurry up Lauri.

"Uh..."

If you look at it with this one, this one looks at Lauri with the attitude that more and more accessories entrust you with a desire. In the meantime, the mind can only seem thin and thin.

No, he's the groom.

If you don't get out in front of the bride with dreams and hopes.

Lauri thought so, so aroused by Russia and clenched both fists. Draw strength from the bottom of your belly to express your full support and blessings aloud.

"Love! Love! Yeah, yeah, it's love! The bride and groom love each other so much!!

What caused it was two bursts of laughter emitted to the ceiling and one sigh of zero to the floor. That was unexpected for Lauri, right and left, but such noise soon came to an end.

There is a voice calling the groom from the hallway.

It is the beginning of the ceremony.

The sound of the bell fills the sky.

It shows the world that this time of day is special.

And all the attendees that are in the cathedral of the king's capital shall be named after history. Even as he learns to itch about unfamiliar senior government clothing, Lauri confirms with her eyes every glimpse of a glorious, luxurious face.

In the front row is the Four Marquis of the Kingdom of Asuria, lined with the backs of a stern black coat.

Lucas Ulyhalsilla has a really grand attitude. It's as if the late Klaus Yurihalsilla was rejuvenated, but there's only one spot missing and that smiles at Lauri. Mustache. Is it a thin body of hair or is it a graffiti beard without enough? Though he seems to like it.

Pietari Ahamaniemi also seems to have begun to grow his beard again. It also looks like it's teasing your shoulders, but it's about holding up raised muscles. He continues to build his body by the time he gets closer to fifty years old and still excessive. As long as your brilliance as a warrior doesn't necessarily lead to that as a great nobleman, you can't help it.

Johannes Ronkainen is there in his old age. He was originally a quieter person, but this place even has the impression of being oligarchic, especially with its tendency to intensify. Lauri would like to know whether it depends on hard work or on objectivity. How did he take his farewell to the old Marquis, which was deeply interactive?

Adolf Maryaranta, known as the Weird Old Man of the North, poisoned. It is a suicide in shame that he was imprisoned and used by the ungrateful nobles who name the Union of Patriots.

The suicide note I admitted to apologizing to the Queen is so hateful and pathetic that I can't read it without tears. Moreover, it was also a poem of pearls with modifications and metaphors. The deceased, who was also a talented playwright, is deceased.

Succession to the title was allowed, so there is a new Maryaranta Marquis on this occasion. The eldest son of the deceased. It shows strict prestige without any remnants or embarrassment, and it looks more serious than anyone else. That's actually who he is. He prefers book work over anything else and is only interested in the number of visitors and profit margins of theatres and museums when it comes to art.

In the position after the Four Marquis, there are five men, equally black but with a blue coat with a colour of lining. He is the Sixth Earl of the Kingdom of Asuria. One is missing, but will appear later with the bride about the person.

It is Birgitta Tervahal who is showing a small back as the head in the Count.

Lauri learns what it means to have a twelve-year-old girl in that position. Blood. To protect the royal blood. It is provisionally established that she will eventually ascend to the Duke, which is a preparatory measure to return her or her son to the royal family. Her pedigree became extremely precious now that her parents and aunt had died and her brother had crossed to the Holy Grail Island.

What determines an individual's life where it is unrelated to an individual's personality or effort… varies from gender, identity, blood muscle, talent, but they are ultimately within the scope of the individual's responsibility or not.

Lauri sees one answer in the fortitude of the girl Count. I don't bully, I don't rot, I don't HR anything else. It must be heavy, but I'm proud to make it look like armor, not as a chain to tie myself to. That's her choice. The one who actively lives what is also called his destiny is… glorious.

Next to her like that, Matthias Hellevy is where the overhead lighting back intensifies year after year, meaning that there are limits to the utility of white transparency as well. I'm trying to be as prestigious as the new Maryaranta Marquis, but I'm restless in the details. It's reminiscent of a worrying parent somewhere.

The reason for this is smiling, and he can't help but want to burn the care of his former subordinate, the groom. Because of their opinions on the brands of behavioral liquor and the selection of gifts, so much so that the ceremonial officers have been annoyed to consult Lauri. Through friendship on each side can also be such a bizarre plank.

Some people are in a difficult spot, even without friendship. It is Katiya Kalisalmi. I feel so bad about my complexion. The impression of hardship became entrenched because it was something that was always a look of patience, even though it was supposed to be a beauty that would also be the hua of the ball. Looks like he's having another rough time.

Next to her is Yousia Peterius. The special coat, which can only be wrapped around Uncle Sihou, looks well on his dark hair, his black beard. The way the two near ages line up seems to be the ideal man and woman in painting. Even if the woman's side was frightened in fright and the man's side was lifting her eyeballs and pulling her lips together in a good way.

caused by the person next to her on the other side. Even if he is not the Lord, he is a person of the Count's family, close in age, but such similarities and so on are women with differences that just disappear.

Berta Ignacio.

She is a female soldier of the Everian Empire, also known as “General Thunder” and “Golden Sword”. The rank is Marshal. He is the man at the top of the Imperial Army. He was an imperial side hero in the wars of his predecessors, and then joined forces with the Kingsguard Knights to arbitrarily resolve power struggles within the Empire. You think the emperor Ismael has put his full trust in him?

The girlfriend is attending as a national guest.

To deepen the friendship between the two countries with the protégé and congratulations from the Emperor.

Even as a single woman she is attracted to all the glare, even though that fact alone is enough to make her feel barometric. Rin and glossy beauty is so powerful in the kingdom that it is accentuated by ceremonial uniforms classified as menswear. Or is that also called prestige?

Whatever it is, the fact that her joining forces ravaged the territory of Count Peterius, destroyed the territorial capital and annihilated the former uncle and 10,000 generals is indelible. Whether politics acts beyond the thoughts of the individual, there can be no way that the son who was killed by his father will forget everything. I can't blame Rauli for Uncle Peterius's indifference.

All the silence is getting into that painting. Elegant yet noisy, quiet yet pregnant with swordswallowing.

"Expectations. The protagonists are coming soon"

It was Daniel who spoke calmly. He lines up next to Uncle Peterius as Uncle Hackinen.

"Who both have brilliant generals. That's what makes us a couple, so I'm sure this will be enough for General Ignacio to see"

"Ho... that"

The hero of the empire laughed delightfully.

"Regardless of one, it's interesting with both. Not to mention your introduction."

And talk to Daniel as he peeks into his eyes.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I know Uncle Hackinen's battle. He's a tough man and he looks to the big picture. I also know the battle of General Arnell, the groom. A clever, empty general."

"You're right about General Arnell, but you seem somewhat wrong about me"

"Really? A general is what is indicated by his back, and a man cannot see his back"

"A tough general won't be alarmed to get hurt after a winning or losing decision. This is it."

Daniel showed his wand. Both smile, but it's a conversation that includes elements that make your surroundings gyre. Lauri also breathed again. I heard the two of you. Everyone must have been reminded of the Great Games eight years ago.

"War wounds are nothing to be ashamed of. Martial arts and military talent should be seen separately. I can't speak of the honor of the dead of war without doing so..."

The hero's gaze was removed from Daniel and directed towards Uncle Petrius, who remained a harsh expression.

"It's terribly hard to lose a lot. Winning often is much easier. It is not uncommon for defeat to be full of praise and victory to be painted backwards. A soldier should fight or win, but winning is not everything, so the presence of a person there makes me think of the generator. Martial arts are nowhere near known. But the presence of a person can't help but strike a person's heart...... I think so"

That's an honest word. There are parts of Lauri who don't know the battlefield that I don't fully understand, but there is nevertheless a sincerity that conveys, which sounds powerful but somewhere warm.

Uncle Peterius has his eyes closed. I breathed slowly and for a long time, and I seemed to throw up. Shall I tremble slightly?

"I think so, too. General Ignacio."

Is there a tremor in your voice, too? But I don't stare.

"You still look like a hero. Not so. I can see that. No, you can't deny it. Let me quote your words, being a hero is more difficult for us to be aware of than being a general. And besides you, I know heroes. Heroes among heroes..."

Uncle Peterius reached out. It's not like inviting you to dance, it's not as a diplomatic courtesy, it's as if your comrades make sure you bond with each other.

"Let me see it. And let me learn. That's how I want to live in this new age. I paid off the war that went on like a bad habit, these unprecedented days."

"... I also know multiple heroes. And whoever thinks of it as its head will probably be the same. Even if I don't know what I am, I want to live without shame for the hero among heroes."

Handshakes were exchanged. A twitch occurred. Because those who see were watching. Because whoever could hear was listening. Without doing so, there was peace forming a form to see and hear.

"Let's beg for expectations from me too, General Ignacio. The upcoming bride and groom are… powerful"

"Phew... whatever General Arnell already knows, don't be intrigued by the unknown bride. I hear you're the Count's maid of honor."

"Though she is a wooden sword, she is the daughter to whom she has acquired a mate with a duel. If you beat the Kingsguard at sixteen, you wouldn't be in line."

"Oh, that's awesome..."

In everyone's quiet attention, the heroic woman of the Empire just said she was uncomfortable.

"... Isn't that a great age difference? Is that your hobby with General Arnell?"

Daniel was the one who blew it out first. The next is Rauli, somewhat apart. And around me, I could play laughter. The cathedral was filled with laughter to the point of carelessness so close to the statue of God.

The new bishop of the Eastern Church called for silence with a troubled face. I'm not used to it. It doesn't work inside. On the contrary, the new bishop is laughing as well. That kind of defenselessness is allowed. For everyone on this occasion now.

The cathedral entrance is about to be opened.

The procedure should first include only the groom, and the bride and her father should show up after being messed with by the attendees. So at first this atmosphere is fine. Let's keep this momentum going. It's okay, Axeli Arnell and I are always known to work beyond expectations. And even proud of his omnipotence. Let even the unwanted clown do a brilliant job.

Brightness, liveliness and pleasure... only today at the bottom, carelessly and without boundaries.

Lauri laughed. I applauded. I shouted my blessing.

There are many people I wanted you to be here. So I wept a little. But I didn't lose.

The festival celebrating the marriage of the hero began in the morning and crossed the day, leaving the king's capital cheerful even at night.

The cups are exchanged there. He speaks as fervently of the achievements of the bride and groom hero as he does of me, and praises the bride and groom Countess for dreaming of her beauty. I breathe the happiness of being able to celebrate this monumental day together and eat and drink the joy of living in this wonderful time.

No such festivities can even be reached, at the western edge of the Wang capital… In a corner of a particularly quiet section of the contiguous warehouse group of wharves, wide organized for the Dong Long River, Lauri sits on a crate.

"Hey, everything was amazing! The kissing of the bride and groom is long enough to embarrass you, and the embrace of the groom and the bride father is strong enough to worry about the spine, and the bride even made the declaration of having five or more children, right?

Lauri speaks with a gesture. Maybe that's in solitary by the side. The speaker is in the shadows that are not even lit by the moonlight.

"The Imperial Boy Singing Team that General Ignacio brought in is already surprisingly good. The Maryaranta Opera Company was good too... I don't know what you mean, you're losing for what you're willing to do business with, the boys feel cleaner and more right and touching... well, I don't know if I'd say it either"

The liquor bottle I brought with me was only the first pour and not the next, and I spared it while I drank it, and Lauri continued the conversation.

Because I wanted to tell the bride the reopening, the happy cup of the bride, the smile of each and every one who attended, the cheer of the people who surrounded the diocese… everything I saw and heard on this new festive day.

I wanted you to listen. to him who worked more than anyone else in the world for this day.

I wanted you to remember. to him, who is rapidly about to be forgotten from the world.

I wanted to hand him a little more of the beauty of this world as he was steadily getting ready and traveling not far away to the outside of the human world. I wanted you to take it.

He listens quietly. Sometimes he laughs with couscous, sometimes corny, and intriguingly encourages me to continue. Is it because you're obsessed with me not getting your hands on the glass? Or......

"Speaking of which, I wonder if Hiltura Border Uncle is doing well!

Drinking up a cup with Gui, Lauri tried to make a bright voice.

"General Ignacio came to visit the Imperial City instead. I knew there was something noisy going on around there. I'm really worried about the gift I'm bringing. New bug nets and foldable bug huts... I think it's a great invention, huh?

I put the glass down and exhaled. Pale and alcoholic under the moon.

"Using the Hiltura Frontier Borderland as a base for the barracks, we will first establish a base in the Heavenly Frontier Mountains, or..."

Don't pour the second cup, I say.

"Among the horse thieves, minority villages, special parishes for demons... you can secure personnel accustomed to the demonic realm. I still don't know how long it will take to improve the breed of military horses."

I'm going to count the fingerfolds.

"The special army that we chose from both the kingdom and the empire... this is pretty much in order, but based on our level of practice, we're still positioned as a workforce, right? Oiva said so. Even a normal battlefield is dangerous if you dig a spoon like that. He said he had to train in the field. Then the Cavalry Regiment of Fire and the Holy Grail Knights will be at war for the moment... No, I know this is awesome... but I can't think of any more..."

On the count of something, my anxiety never disappeared from Lauri's chest.

"Yeah, you are. All I've mentioned is a routine strategy. There's another way to do this... I'm gonna add something immeasurable, right?

I counted that too without putting it in my mouth.

The spell of the Dust Dream Forest witch and the technology that Holy Grail Island hides in the world.

Neither can Lauri understand. If I find out one way or the other, I'm told I can't live in the world of interrogation anymore. If that happens, Lauri can't do her part.

"... are you sure?

Because the snort was returned, without being able to say anything more, Lauri took out a roll. Hand it to him.

That's a newspaper.

He set his mind within it that he sees through. Swallow and speak up.

"Give it back when you read it. It's the original of the latest issue that's going to be mass-produced tomorrow. I borrowed it because I couldn't. I was wondering if you wanted to read it."

Anticipating the time, I got my hands on it a lot.

"Yes, well, I guess I'll get paid. A piece of white copper."

He grinned.

But the price was never paid.

In the next moment, when he laid his hand, a little bird jumped on Lauri's hand.

Looks like he was inside his jacket. You jumped Lauri's arm lightly at night and pulled out one of his mustaches with your mouth when you wondered what you would do. Lauri screamed. Pain and surprise were both daunting.

As he called, the little bird flew away and clung to his shoulder. There are some signs of anger. To the little bird.

"Oh, I'm surprised... is that bird something magical too? I miss it somewhere..."

Even though he was not drunk with just a glass, Lauri had a strange sense of intimacy towards the little bird.

It is called moving lightly, the colour of its feathers, the eyes that move in circles and clicks... above all, the name he called to the little bird reminds me of a companion who died three years ago. He called it "El". Speaking of which, she also pulled out Lauri's beard when she was a girl. In that nostalgic Kiko Village blue sky class.

The moonshadow is soft, and fantasies drift around him.

That's nice. It's like a dream.

But...... oh...... far from the world in which Lauri lives. I can't get there. As I grabbed at the dragon scale, I'm sure I'd suffocate without seeing anything. I can see that. The limit of your living height.

"It's a joke, a joke. But if it's still there, it's not like that, is it? Let me know when you come back to Borderland. I'll have a lot of newspapers."

I got a nod, so Lauri could laugh and break up.

If I can see you again, I'm fine.

If we can someday communicate each other's achievements again, even if it's not tomorrow, we'll be fine.

Dropping him off on a boat and sailing back to the dark waters, he returns to a city where there is still no sign of him sleeping.

"The strange thing is, is there something..."

Mumbling to the night sky alone, Lauri laughed nicely.

"You really did. But not yet... I'm sure you'll do more strange things."

I reached for the void.

There must have been more wrinkles than when we met. That was to the point where it could affect anywhere in this country, even if it didn't reach the moon or the stars. Not just one village at a time, but a job that enriches and flourishes the whole country.

Lauri's gained vision is that. It's not about being involved in curses or miracles.

Lauri's mission is that. It is not about crossing the heavenly mountains.

"You fight. Towards something far away. I'll try to support it with all of you. Never."

I don't hold my fist. Try to push something up that you can't see and keep pushing it into the night.

"Marco... you would..."

That night, Lauri had a dream.

Dream of a single red flag protruding on a big icefield of ice and snow.

Flames blow up from there. Boil and dissolve the frozen earth. Light up the dark darkness.

There was a decree that was heard constantly.

Fly the Flag of Fire! To burn down the gaze and destroy the despair!

Fly the Flag of Fire! To fulfill the ideal of exhilarating courage!

We pride ourselves on the presence of humans in this world, which is why we fly the Flag of Fire!!

Dream of his voice roaring across the world… keep watching, and Lauri leaves Marco and lives on.