The girl with the fire wheel.

Noel, who became a member of the military, was given ten-man status. The military uniform I borrowed from Cynthia was going to stay put, so I was in a good mood to show off to the milts. It is already one of the most important treasures for Noel.

The milts, on the other hand, were to participate as soldiers on condition that the rebellion would subside. In the present circumstances, he decided it would be difficult to return to the village, so that he could continue to participate in the army and earn his salary. All you have to do is risk your life and you can get a lot of money. Though it is certainly cheap as a consideration for life.

The Coimbra army, aiming to destroy the rebels, was in the midst of a convocation from the south and the soldiers were making hasty moves. As soon as the reorganization is complete, each member is already notified through the Commander as they head to the Rockbell Retrieval.

By the way, Noel and the prostitutes were to be placed under Cynthia's command for the first time. Not a single one liked to take on a little girl who wasn't even trained to be busy. Whatever the so-called miscellaneous soldiers, they must be treated as commanders at the end of the line when they are ten chiefs. There is no reason why anyone should take on a human being who cannot be calculated as a force of war.

Cynthia also bothered her head with how she treated them, but for now she decided to give them a relatively less dangerous task. He wasn't as thin in character as suddenly letting the boulders be at the forefront.

"- So I'm going to put everyone together. From now on, Noel Ten, as we call him, or Captain. Simply put, you're ten times as great as a milt, so respect me for your intentions."

Noel, wearing a ten-man military uniform, looks great and flirty. If it's just a trick, it's a thousand.

Milts who look up at it as they sit down look at it like they don't know why.

"... I heard you were going to join the army. Why all of a sudden you're ten men long? You're crazy."

"Reward from Taishou"

"Sorry, but I don't know what that means."

"Ma, that's what I'm captain of anyway. Let the captain have no disrespect. If you know what I mean, answer me."

Put your attitude towards Cynthia on the shelf and say whatever you want, Noel.

"I don't care if all of a sudden they tell me to respect you. Don't push it. I mean, you're the one who's been hearing the rudest mouth."

And, says Milt, the villagers also synchronize.

"Basically, why are you the captain? You're not a knight or anything, but it's strange that a civilian woman is the captain."

"Because it's ten people long. Like I said, it's ten times as great as a milt. You know, it's amazing."

"I don't think so at all. Master Cynthia has some majesty, but you don't have any."

"I wonder if it's that majestic"

"How much did you wear in military uniform, and with that tone and attitude?"

"Oh."

Noel stops changing his mind and is disappointed.

"... or you didn't say anything stupid, let's wait for Master Cynthia very long. That would be quicker."

Admittedly, Noel is stronger than he is, but he won't be able to lead someone to fight. We were chasing the beast together until the other day. There's only one life to keep, albeit for a short time, so I just want to ask my superior officer to rely more on me. For people with a lot of combat experience like Ned and Geb in the Red Wheel Army.

"Cynthia, the hundred chiefs are busy getting ready to go out, so he says he doesn't have a lot of time for recruits like us. He was running around in a hurry."

"Then you just have to wait until you're free. We're like a couple of matches anyway, and you're the only ten people by name."

"Mm-hmm. Well, does it feel like you're really not listening to me?

"I'm sorry, but that's the thing. In the first place, we're not regular soldiers, we're just villagers. You don't get anything for training swords and spears. We'll do it right, so you do it right. You don't have to die."

Milt answers as he stretches. Though we've made it through the rebels, we're not going to fight for Coimbra State either. I'm sorry about the training. I'm going to pull it out soon anyway. If you move around properly and just get paid, that's fine. I am a hunter.

"You're right about Milt."

"Agreed, agreed."

"Oh, I thought maybe this would happen. That's why we're going to use the treasure we keep."

With that said, Noel starts wearing glasses and wrapping her hair around. The Milts are unwittingly confused by the sudden oddities.

After a short while, Noel, who changed his face with gallery earlier, rests his hand on his waist high.

"I didn't really want to use it, but I had no choice."

"Hey, what's up?"

"In every state that exists on this continent, rank is absolute in the military. A verbal answer to a superior officer is never acceptable. Keep a good slap in that missing head!

"Yes, if you suddenly think you hung glasses, what are you going to say? Could you have hit him in the head somewhere?

Noel begins to speak in an intimidating military tone like Cynthia's. Mouth like a young officer here, and if you want to hear a lick, you're going to be knocked out instantly.

Yes, it was like we were dealing with Cynthia. Though a woman and a young man, Cynthia had something she couldn't resist. Something we don't have. Is it also called force or majesty? That's coming from Noel.

"Is that good enough for you to say? If you want to correct it, do it now. A guy who can't tell by his mouth, makes him remember with his body. That the guy who still doesn't get it doesn't have the earliest salvation. That's what I was taught once. I'll make one last check, but that's good for the language, right?

Noel takes the hammer out of his hips, grinning. He's banging on his palms, like he's carving rhythms. The hammer has a red stain, not to mention what it is now.

The milts, who are witnessing that blunt weapon swung down by enemy soldiers, face stretched unexpectedly with fear. Noel groans lightly, but this iron hunk of stick has the power to knock down thick gates. If I burst into my head, I'd be like a crushed fruit. I'm sure because I actually saw it happen.

Milt corrects his spine and rushes to correct his language.

"Also, I'm sorry, Noel, Captain"

"- Good. Now let's talk about the military code we're supposed to follow. If you violate the military code, you will face an unforgiving punishment, even if you are a recruit.“ Because I'm a villager. "That doesn't work. You understand me?

"Yes, sir"

"My voice is low! And when you understand it, do the salute at the same time.“ I fully understood your words with this missing head of mine, "he said, firmly expressing them with words and body."

"Wow, I get it!

A milt that corrects the spine and salutes it as it appears. Others also rush to stand up and salute. The next time I was stared at, it didn't happen.

"Okay, well, shall we work together now? It's been a while since the Milts were in the army, but not for a moment when they die. There's no point in regretting after you die, so you should do what you can now."

Take off your glasses and smile calmly, Noel will give you just a little salute.

"Huh?"

"I guess it worked out surprisingly well. The boulder is Cynthia. It works great for recruits."

"... Hey, was that, like, all acting?

"Yeah, it's all an imitation of Cynthia. Keep your eyes sharp and talk great. But when you get nervous, you can't turn your tongue, can you? So, did you look alike?

"Ah, oh. He looked like a real soldier. Uh, it was, like, someone else."

It's not an easy thing to act or imitate. That was a real intent to kill. Threats to faithfully execute orders if you don't want to die.

Even if this were a real battlefield, Milt would have followed orders and rushed into the enemy line. We know that if we defy them, we will die, so it is only natural that we obey them.

I still have the remnants from earlier on in my brain, so I'm worried about deciding whether to use a salutation. I can't even tell you suddenly I won't change my leopard.

"You did it. You look smart when you wear these glasses, don't you? We'll hang this when we make it look great."

Noel wraps his glasses in a cloth and carefully becomes a nostalgia. I am using a familiar hand to unwrap my wrapped hair.

"What would you have done if you had defied me then,?

"Of course I was punching him. If you can't tell by the words, it's faster. That's what education is."

I distort my mouth and laugh furiously. Even though I am not wearing glasses, the same intimidation as earlier overflows from the redhead girl at once.

The milts who saw it decided on one thing. While in the army, trying not to defy Noel. You can't piss me off badly and let me wave the hammer instead of greeting you. On second thought, we have already slaughtered several Bahar soldiers. We're not like ourselves who've never killed anyone yet.

"Uh, so that we protect the following: It's very important in the military. If you break it, it will be the worst death penalty, so let's be careful."

Noel takes down the paper with the military code and starts explaining it.

Because Cynthia told me to tell her how to salute and about the military code.

It's detailed and varied, but there are only three things Noel tells you. You obey orders, you don't run away on your own, you don't betray your people.

It's obvious, but it's hard to protect in action. Especially the second, don't run away. If it becomes disadvantageous, it becomes natural and lumbar, and if the crisis looms, man will escape with us.

It chains up and the formation collapses, eventually leading to crushing. Therefore, the commander must always behave bravely and plainly in order to preserve the morale of the soldiers.

Same thing Noel used to get knocked in so badly that he didn't like it. I don't have to read this kind of paper to remember.

"Don't tell me, but if you accidentally break it, you better run. It's ridiculous to sit and wait for death."

"... you can say that, okay?

"You should think for yourself about the last minute. Obey or disobey orders. Do you fight or not? Do you want to live, or not?"

…………

"That's what I'm gonna do. Because that's what I decided that day."

That's what I said, Noel smiled.

- No matter how much fun it is, that day, when I remember that place, Noel feels darker. Because it reminds me of everyone's face. It's not their smile that comes to mind. The carcass dumped in the hole, the feeling of the rot peeling off the drool, the smell of piercing the nose, the cold rain.

In that case, watch the sun shine brightly in the sky. Light plugs into the eyes and the retina burns. By doing so, we can bring our thoughts back to zero. For Noel, the sun must be the greatest treasure. I can't take it in my hand, but I can see it as much as I want. That was enough.

"I guess that's pretty much it. My job is not to wave a sword, it's something else for the time being."

"What the hell is that all about?

A young man from the village who begins to ask questions with respect. I was completely discouraged from being a subordinate. Not only that, but there's also a feeling of awe.

"It's an important role to signal other troops. Captain Cynthia will tell you a lot later. Looking forward to seeing how you do it."

"... Oh really? I was wondering if you'd suddenly be on the front line."

"I don't know if it's useless to put it forward, but there 'll just be more bodies."

Noel smiles and says cruel things.

"Sure, I don't think it would help if we came forward."

Then the milts breathe relief when they say there's less risk of death. Because I don't want to die, and I've never killed anyone yet. I sincerely pray that the rebellion will continue to end if possible.

How does it feel to kill people? I thought about that, but there's no way I can ask Noel. Because if Noel hadn't done it, we would have died.

I didn't know you were worried about that, Dew.

"Speaking of which, I eventually decided to use a respectful language. Really, you don't look good at all. Look, everyone's been distorting their mouths since earlier."

When Noel stuck his cheeks with his fingers, Milt twisted his body and looked disgusted.

"... Isn't that what you said? Besides, you're calling Cynthia the proper captain."

"Yeah, because in public they pissed me off to call you captain. If I imitate disrespectfully to my superiors, they'll actually go to solitary confinement on top of the sanctions."

Cynthia advised me that other officers wouldn't look good, even if I didn't care. I didn't like bothering my friends, so Noel decided to act. I'm good at imitating people and pretending to follow them. Because that's what I always did when I was in that place.

"Well, I'll be patient while you're in the army. Uh, Captain Noel."

I find it uncomfortable that I have to give a name to a woman my age. But he had trouble changing the leopard again, so Milt was determined to be as careful as he could.

"Yeah, that's good, right?"

To put it briefly, tell him to take a break, and Noel sits down. He meditates his eyes as they are and is in the sun looking good.

There will be no other swallowing soldier by now. If he was there, he's either an idiot or a big guy. With that in mind, Milt also lowered his back to the ground.

And I decided to ask what I've always cared about. Because if I miss now, maybe I won't have the next opportunity forever.

"... hey"

"Honor, I'm tired of this."

"Only now. Fix it right later."

"Oh well."

"How did you get into the army? If you become a regular soldier, you won't be able to return to the village if the rebellion subsides. If you're bad, you could be dead."

To Milt's inquiry, Noel opens his eyes and hands to the sun.

"Captain Cynthia, and I made a promise to you."

Trying to find happiness with Cynthia. Elgar is a promise that he will hem happiness when he is great.

I don't hate that village either, but it didn't seem like Noel would get the happiness he wanted.

"After all, don't you like spending your life in such a lonely village?

Milt puts nearby grass in his mouth. The others are listening in silence.

"Yeah, I don't hate you because you have Milt and Cal. I really enjoyed living in the village. But"

"- But?"

"If I were alone, I'd be glad to be there. But because I'm not alone. You have to be absolutely happy until everyone's minute. Even if it doesn't come true, we have to work hard to the end. So..."

Noel hangs up words there.

"Is that what you find here?

"I don't know that. But the only thing I'm a little better at than people is fighting. Make a cup of company, keep winning, be great. I thought it would be here that I could best fill the way you taught me. I couldn't think of anything else because I was a loser and a fool."

Noel despises himself with a swallowing look. I don't know if you really think so.

"You know you're in danger of dying, right?

"I have no choice. That's what the world is all about."

"... well"

"Yeah."

"But you were the only ten of us. You must be a fool to lose."

"Really?

"I assure you. Hold on, Captain Noel! Our lives are at stake."

I'll slap you on the shoulder so the milt can encourage you. A small body, but its fleshy is as tight as a beast. In response to Milt's voice, the village youngsters also said, "Yes, they are!," he said with encouragement. They were young men who had no shards of war, but their emotions were high as they listened. There's nothing like loyalty to a coin bra. I should still be scared to die. But I couldn't help but keep an eye on Noel, as if he were attracted to me. Now, it seems dazzling.

"Of course! We'll do our best not to waste our lives!

Noel stood up when he snorted hard. The sunshine shines strongly on Noel's back.

Milt, who was looking at Noel's face, unwittingly glares at her hands.

- At that moment, I saw a little black shadow behind Noel. Not one or two. Dozens, no, would it have been hundreds? The shadows also appear to be delighted to tremble their bodies.

When I accidentally closed my eyes and opened them again, the black shadow was completely scratched out.

(Is that your fault?

- I'm not alone.

Noel's words echo cold in Milt's head. The young people of the village, like earlier, stare with the expression of their dreams. The milt felt cold for some reason.

From the warehouse of the army, Noelles, who received the drummed copper whistle, came to the port of Coimbra.

At first I was practicing on the practice field, because they told me to do it elsewhere because it would annoy other troops. When I was too shitty and morale dropped, Cynthia was getting complaints.

"... Sure, this is terrible. Yeah, I'm really deaf and unpleasant. It's going to help them lower their morale."

Cynthia shares her honest thoughts.

"After all, it's not appropriate, is it? I can't remember how many times it rang or how many times it added or subtracted strength and weakness."

Drop your shoulders as the milt grips the claw.

"Naturally. Marching, assaulting, stopping, retreating, retreating. It makes no sense if these signals don't get through to the soldiers with certainty. I mean, it doesn't mean anything in this stupid way."

Cynthia pokes Noel in the head. Noel complains with her eyes that it hurts. Then, the pitiful sound of the power of Pu 'u rings.

It's the trumpet Noel has in his mouth. Coimbra's navy loves trumpets, but soldiers fighting on land don't spend much. The main reason why it takes skill and experience to play. It is predominant to give signals with a horn and a drum.

"Why don't you stop the tech trumpet and use it as an instrument to hit honestly. The point is, you don't have to be bound by it."

Cynthia convinces him, but Noel shakes his head sideways.

Noel liked this trumpet that felt history at any rate. And you look good. Build air into your cheeks and blow it out with all your strength. but it still doesn't work.

"Well, I don't even know why I admire trumpets. It's a flower shape."

Ignoring the sound of a pu sounding from next door, Cynthia continues her conversation.

"... Actually, I saw it in my old biography that the old coin bra had something called an army band. They were marching gracefully with all sorts of songs. It must have been spectacular."

It was before the continent was united. The coin bra, which had enough gold to overflow, also had a high level of culture. It produced numerous musicians and artists, the flow of which also spilled over into the army. The appearance of soldiers dressed in heavy armor and marching in conjunction with the performance, he said, overwhelmed what he saw.

To Cynthia's story, Noel eats up.

"That sounds like a lot of fun. You know, you're all walking away singing?

"Uhm. Apparently, the goal was to make soldiers forget their fears and turn them to their enemies while exalting their will to fight. With brave melodies, we all walk undisturbed. There was also a goal to make enemies aware of defeat without fighting."

"That's amazing, somehow. But is it going to be that good?

"No, unfortunately I totally failed. Looks like he was struck by an enemy ambush while playing and caught a scatter eye. And against a few enemy soldiers. If you let more than half of the soldiers hold the instruments and fail to prepare, it will naturally happen. Since then, the army band has become obsolete."

One of the brilliant coin bra stains. It is an anecdote that must be noted as an example of failure in each country's military law books. Something to back up "no matter if you have money, no one”. There are many other histories left to show the weak soldier of Coimbra. All of this is a mockery of inertia.

"But it sounds fun, doesn't it? I'd like to see it and try it. I'm sure you look great. You know, Cynthia thinks so too, right?

"I don't think I have time to play long in action. Besides, as the arrows fly, there's no way you can be swallowing and playing. Sorry, but I don't want to do it at all. I'm not stopping you for what you do, so do as you please."

"Okay. You know, you want to do the milt. We'll march together someday."

"... Dear Cynthia, don't blow the extra into the ten chiefs of Noel. I'm an idiot, so I could do it for real."

"Um, I'm sorry. Don't get serious because you're an idiot."

"I hear all the bad talk."

"Whatever, I know"

Like protesting, Noel blew a pu and a trumpet.

The Noels went on to practice for more than half a day after that. Cynthia said she had her duties on the way back.

Blowing a trumpet, Noel looks out at the port of Coimbra. Tidal scent tickles my nose.

Occasionally, trading and fishing boats leave the port, and each time a proud trumpet is blown. Even though I suck, when a mild melody is played, my mind accidentally plays it.

I see, music is still fun and makes me feel brighter. Anyone who used to think of something called an army band must have thought so too.

Milts come back from less popular markets. They said they would rest because their arms were tired.

From what I've seen, it looks like they were buying food, clothes, etc. at the salaries they were paid.

"Were you still doing it? Come on, why don't you give up?

"I'm not giving up yet. Is that rice?

"Yeah, I bought the captain's, too."

Milt throws the bread. Then also the fried fish in the bag.

"Thanks"

Pick one and try it. It was very salty. I'll let that mood go and blow my trumpet. It sounded better than earlier.

"And besides this. To celebrate being ten men long. And a little apology, I guess."

"Apologize? Were you doing something wrong?

"Uh, it's nothing. Anyway, take it. Because it's a matter of my feelings."

With that said, Milt has handed me a small storage box with adorable fish embroidery.

…………

"Shut up, what's wrong? Didn't you like it?

"Yeah, that's not true! I don't know, I thought there were more treasures at once. I thought I'd be a little happy now."

Noel showed her white teeth and smiled in a heartfelt and upbeat mood.

I've only ever had a picture book and a strange spear, but I've gathered so much that I can't hold it with both hands.

Awesome hammer hanging on my waist, military uniform in the glasses Cynthia gave me, and a small item in the milt. And this trumpet.

"Look, you had glasses. Thought you might like to put it in. If you put it in your nose, it could be a clap."

"I see Milt is right, isn't he? Thanks!"

I quickly put my glasses in the small store. It was just the right size, and it went in perfectly. The fish embroidery gives a good flavour. It's so great that my eyes are smiling. Noel thought so.

"Honey, now as a token of my gratitude to the Milt crew, I'd like to play my current feelings on this trumpet."

"... I'm not very happy."

"Then come on!

I felt a little happy. I felt like I could blow it kind of well now. The crux is hang-up and mindset.

Meditate and breathe in both eyes. I heard the ship's departure trumpet. Along with that, Noel also began to exhale.

Lightly, and exaltedly. Noel's trumpet sounds. The sound of a wave to return. The sailing trumpet is a melody reminiscent of the sea.

The milts were overheard, but since it's a corner, I'll match the drum I had in my hand with the bronze.

You got caught playing Noel, and for the first time, everyone breathes one. Cynthia will also push her heartbeat and flourish.

One high wave becomes a wave, and the old buzz returns to the lonely harbor only for a moment.

The port of Coimbra was always the city of the sea where sailing trumpets echoed. People and ships come and go, and the merchants busily carry the goods in as they play.

Fishermen and merchants on the market were temporarily delayed in their old glory.

When Tired Noel finally stops playing, so do the Milts. At the same time, applause comes from the surroundings. Not many of them, but they were all wholeheartedly satisfied, and they were all banging their hands out with all their might.

"The first performance of the Noel Army was a great success."

"Since when did you become an army band? No, you did?

"I guess I just did. Named Noel Army Band"

Thumbs up with a good face Noel. Noel gently spinning the trumpet when he picked this and was so right.

Music is fun to play or listen to, and it empowers everyone. It's like a strange magic thing.

"Hey, I'd really like to make an army someday."

"Shouldn't you stop because you're going to decide on the stain on your coin bra?

"I want to fly a fine flag and march with my trumpet ringing. I'm sure it'll be fun. We all fight under the same flag and live and die together. That must be more than one of us."

The sun flag that Noel loves to fly is good. I'm not talking about the military flag of the Holshead Empire. That's just a dispute. It's a complete fake.

What Noel wants is a real sun. It is very difficult to manifest the sun in its form. At first glance it looks like a circle, but it's not. That's a lump of light, so it's not a circle. The light has no shape, so it's not round.

Then how do I describe the light? Is it a line? No, just lines aren't enough. Not enough at all. The Holseed flag contains a line of crosses that reveals a circle and sunshine, but not with that stuff.

It's red to paint the flag. Orange is good, but red is good, the same color as Noel's hair, anyway. Everyone marches with a crimson flag. What would it look like if I looked at that from above?

"... as, well, it could be fun"

"Right, so we'll have the milts with us then."

"... when the rebellion is over, I'm out of the army. I'm sorry I made killing my job."

"That's too bad"

"Oh, we'll follow!

Me, too, young people from the village who follow me. Milt looks at it one step away.

"Yay! Then when you have a fine army band, let's show Milt!

"Whoa!"

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it, too. So this also falls within the promise?

Check with Noel with the kind of eyes Milt would expect. But Noel twists his neck like he's in trouble.

Noel doesn't promise what he can't do. It's a doctrine. Because breaking a promise doesn't make me happy.

"Um, I can't do this alone, so maybe I can't make a promise. But good luck."

"Well, well, if you don't forget, please....... is it time to go back? I'd be surprised if you showed Cynthia the results of your training."

"It's a good time, isn't it? All right, then assault trumpet! Noel team, start the assault!

Noel starts running all of a sudden when he trumpetes into small pieces. The milts rushed to follow it.