Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Father, I have made up my mind. I'm gonna apply for a duel with that guy."

If he had apologized for his long worries and declared so in the sunshine, he would have returned his sigh and melancholy face rather than the words of encouragement he had hoped for. I don't think I've told them enough yet.

"Of course, I don't take it seriously. The opponent is a key figure in the kingdom. Use a wooden sword, and give a rightful knight to the witness, in a manner called settlement when one of them decides to strike a valid blow. You can call it a match with a pledge. Compared to a life-threatening duel, a big pledge won't come true... hehe..."

Endure the laughter that engulfs you. Don't forget to be alert to your surroundings, even in a private room where you can't possibly have other ears and eyes. He leans softly and ears at the great man who somehow has a difficult look.

"Just for the record, when I got the duel, my purpose was 90% fulfilled... 90%... just nine... I feel like something less... nineteen percent? Ninety percent? Hmm?"

I thought about the fingerfold and immediately decided to abandon that number. There are other numbers that concern me.

"Anyway, it's okay. I'll be quite old this year, too. Shouldn't it be time to seriously consider marrying this and the man who decided to? I can't even abduct you...... hmm? No, uh... yes, I decided to identify that guy around here rather than go through the years. Father, I want you to smile and support me."

I asked for it with a smile, but the smile didn't come, and the bitter words returned.

"Sandra... my youngest daughter. Why are you so... Sandra?"

"Stop philosophizing, Father. Do the Salmant people do their loyalty to the kingdom with their martial arts? I will still put up with arithmetic for military science... but not philosophy. I hate it. I can't sleep at night."

Sandra categorically refused. There is something about people not being good at, especially because they don't want to waste their spirit and time struggling to be bad at it unless they are compelled to. I haven't had enough time just to reach out.

But Leo Salmant, where he is a venerable father, did not seem convinced. Shake your neck twice and three times to the side in such a way as no words. Sandra got a little angry.

"What are you unhappy about, Father? Means, or purpose?"

"I don't know about either of them, but you're the one who hears what I'm saying."

"Uhm."

Another sigh was exchanged. Sandra tried to make her nose rough to fight it.

"Sandra... I know that man better than you. It's not just what I heard. We exchanged many words, and we fought together. He's a very good soldier. Broad horizons, flexible thoughts, roughly enough not to come up with any of what should be called weaknesses. If you fought in a five-minute state, you wouldn't lose, but that wouldn't allow the situation here, and losing would be a great way to lose like no other. If we were to fight by all means...... I don't feel like I can beat that man"

Which of the things my father talks about upset Sandra. So much so that he snorted too enthusiastically and ate his own hair. I was not allowed to have short hair like my brothers, redhead who was just disturbed by what I did, but now I could forgive it for something too. No, or I think it might be something that increases in importance in the sense of appearance at a wedding.

What's wrong with the time of year? I just wanted to make the engagement announcement happen this spring because I'm like Sandra who's not interested in life or anything else that put fun behind me. Summer at the latest. I still want to execute in the beautiful season of flowers.

Sandra couldn't help but exhale. The world seems to have gained more colour. My father is also increasingly a fine man.

"... but listen carefully, it's Sandra"

It was also a question of who to invite. I can't predict the bride's side as good. Sandra frowned wondering if that hero would still come. It is true that I want to set up an opportunity to fit in once, because I am such an inexperienced person. That's easy to understand first.

"Accelli Arnell is forty this year."

"Hmm. You're a man."

Let's go straight to war...... Sandra put her mind to its feasibility. What trajectory does it draw and what sharpness does it show with the sword of a hero who represents this era?

"On the other hand, you're only thirteen."

"Uhm. Everyone tells me she's cute"

The words I was accustomed to being told were now miraculous in Russia.

"Sandra......"

"Mm-hmm? Even if I know. The engagement doesn't have to be a church. Because God is in everyone's heart."

That was the end of the story. Because I could only confirm that my father was acknowledging that man, and that was enough for Sandra. All we have to do is execute the plan.

I gracefully saluted my father, who was still trying to tell me something, and jumped out into the hallway. Do not act immediately if you think of it. There is an opportunity in everything, and it is reason to disappear quickly so that it is not in the hands of the brave. It's Sandra's rule of thumb. Especially when dining with my brothers.

Would the hallway of the mansion have been so elastic? Would the breeze have been so clear from the window? Repeat alternately the footing of the dance and the martial arts walking. Female knight clothing for samurai samurai officers is elegant and easy to move, but also has swells that do not enlighten the relative. I don't even take it off when I sleep here these days.

And my body was light. I think I might be able to get out of the window here now. From upstairs we record a medium success rate but never tried from the third floor.

If you try to dance and stop by the window, you will find a beautiful view of the King's capital. Warmth and glare wrap Sandra. The city must be blessing me if I wanted to stay for three years without evacuating to Salmant territory... Sandra believed that, so I decided to descend the stairs for good.

My breasts are full. If you don't calm down a bit by counting the number of steps, etc., the emotion will leak out of your mouth as a song and you won't stop. I am forbidden at the family meeting to definitely stop that habit. Though the reasons have not been clarified.

"Hehehe... Civil unrest is over, everyone and he is all going to King's Capital in the spring... great thing!

Finishing counting the stairs exactly, Sandra left the mansion in a whim. Waiting at the doorstep for those squire who rush after them. Usually frustrating. That time is also heart-pleasing only today. Put your arms together, with a full grin, and have the carriage ready.

My feet were clapping. Breathing had turned into a nose song. I couldn't stand it.

If you get rocked by a carriage and go to Wangdu, the claps of horseshoes and cobblestones will also be pleasant and pleasant, inviting Sandra to represent you as you are if you are happy. There was no way I could have had enough.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Tsutsu Ra, Ra."

Sing. That feels good to Sandra. He decides that this is also acceptable in the carriage, and enjoys swinging his fist and knife. Joy brings more joy to those who enjoy it. Or maybe there is a God in this source of exaltation...... Sandra thinks so too.

"Mahou's, shudder, yummy, yummy, yummy"

Singing is a popular song I heard from my brother. He said a Third Princess SS general was singing during the battle with the large convoy, a dedicated rumor of a song made by the SS leader. He said it sounded subtle but somewhere to daunt the will.

It's a song you can't remember as Sandra, but its tone seems plain and how difficult. But I want to sing. So Sandra makes it easy to sing and sing. So the world is nothing.

In this pleasant mood, I was going to board the Earl of Hellevy mansion. Third Princess SS leader Axeli Arnell, who Sandra plans to sign up for and get engaged to a duel, is staying there. More than not military, security should also be within common sense. There is no reason to refuse the Countess' visit because it is not an emergency. I won't let you get away with it.

Now Sandra lives at a time of heartbeat.

That's why I couldn't overlook it. In a swept path, dust catches my eye.

"Pull over. Get off."

Standing halfway down the street, Sandra made her way to the alley early. Sound the footsteps high. The song doesn't come out. My eyebrow roots come to me. My eyes narrow. My mouth tied tight to keep my teeth from peeling.

As soon as I walked into the alley it went into view.

Five young men behaved abusively as they surrounded one naked man. Hit me. Kick me. Spit. I have missed the normal track even after suffering from a fever.

"Hey! Don't, you idiots!

If he barked and yelled, it was on his astonished face that the height of the people flashed, but immediately stained the ten eyes with cloudy shades. My gaze seemed to wander around. But I don't see eye to eye. I'm not trying to fit in. I'm drooling that crappy grin.

"I don't know where the lady is, but I just saw the enemy of the kingdom, didn't I?

"Yeah, well, I hope you got a reward. He's an Imperial."

"I thought you were talking about losing the war the other day, but you had to sexually punish your nobility. They say the village was burned down in the south?

"I heard it, I heard it, too, that. Not at the Marquis, not at the Count, right?

"Damn, you're really evil, you're imperial."

Not paying attention to the words spoken to make him listen, Sandra observed the men squatting across their feet. Is he old enough not to reach my father? The more lean and the more easy it is to see that it is white. They must have stripped it off. The clothes are falling on the edge, but I don't even have a bare look to reach for it. Are you frightened?

No... no.

Sandra opened her eyes. The murmur disappears and all of the man's presence grows into sight.

It's quiet. The middle-aged man is there without any agitation. How can you make me even feel dignified by stripping naked and exposed to violence? How can you be tatty when the men's ramblings would have tried to exceed their limits?

I saw each other. Sandra trembled. There was only total serenity there.

"Well, I don't know how you don't know the world. Maybe it's a story."

"Yeah, well, I hope you got a reward, huh? We got him for the nobleman."

My vision was blocked by something dirty. Soon the men were approaching. Sandra wasn't around now, so I thought I'd pay for that by being frank.

"Go, fools. You're just going to ruin yourself by getting drunk on violence. If you're not a warrior, it's a shame. Go home and face your conscience. And after I'm ashamed, I'm going back to being a serious child and a father."

And if thou hadst told them so, looking in turn at the eyes of all five, they had yet another sane light peering through them, and Sandra, who went straight ahead, broke through the walls of the men without touching anyone.

The naked middle-aged man just sat quietly. The gray hair is disturbed and the eyes of the cut length are affected.

It doesn't look that way even though I'm a victim of private sentencing. Transparent, but not vain. This man has not escaped the beaten and scorned reality. I haven't stopped thinking. Sandra can see that. Obviously.

But I didn't know why a man could look at peace of mind.

"I am Sandra, the last son of Count Salmant"

Sandra fell on her knees without my knowledge and was named after her. Even after I realized it, I took it for granted. When a man sees a miracle in front of him, it is something he fears and reveres first. He who enlarges his arrogance by looking at the spectacular scenery of nature, and so on, is an insane among the insane. Sandra believes so, and now she had exactly one spectacular view in front of her.

Its appearance of sitting without hiding its skin tone in the alley...... it is in the dust and shadow of man's world, yet there is some sort of divinity there that strikes my heart. Sandra remembered a statue prayer she hadn't done in a long time.

"Are you... not this wise man?"

I asked thankfully. The tension may have mixed slightly.

The man did not answer. It sounded like it had inspired my curiosity, but I didn't feel comfortable responding. It's like a child with a wonder in his eyes.

Won't you solve the words? Or is it something you don't know about customs? Or can't you speak up?

While deducing many, Sandra still did not see the man as a fool or a reliever. Because it's primitive. I think it's a difference with the guys I've left behind on my back.

It was a hand wipe that I associate. It's an archaeological necessity, and Sandra collects things in a variety of colors and patterns. None of this can be preferably tender or inferior, but none of this is ideal. I have tried dyes there in my mind. Immediate action if you think of it.

But all the attempts ended in failure.

Whether monochromatic or plural, rugged or patterned, all of this has gone a long way towards the ideal. It is not skillful in technology. I wondered if that was the reason, and I made the craftsman work on it because it was also inferior to the original one.

It is honorable to be present but to remain... Sandra concludes so. Each piece collected was proud of its appearance, and therefore met its guests with charm. I wondered if my actions had tarnished his presence.

Maybe people are the same. There is always a place where public opinion dyes people red and blue with multiple colors. Those who stain it, those who stain it, those who stain it, those who can flow it, those who do not stain it… The colors will vary in size and intensity, but the reactions of people will also vary.

Now Sandra has a clean white in front of her eyes. Whether painted on people's filth, bathed in authority, or illuminated by courtesy, there are men who show innocence that doesn't stain them.

Sandra looked back at the fools and the men she scolded. Sounds like a dirty hand wipe in an unfamiliar shade.

The five were frightened and solidified in one place. A well-dressed pair of men and women are forcing it. He is a squire who has been chasing me. I don't know from what point I've been doing that, but I can't miss it unless Sandra orders me to.

Without having to say anything about private sentencing, the five behaved disrespectfully as they perceived themselves to be nobles. How much punishment will there be in the light of the law? The faces of the five are distorted by the fear of the ruin they visited earlier.

"Let him go. I'll forgive it."

If Sandra had said, the five ran away trying to fight ahead and roll away. It's a return to a bright world. There is no such thing as drunkenness and no shards left. And sin again. I'm sure the routine will get their dirt off. Custom will get them right. Sandra expected that to happen.

Pick up the clothes that still fall to the ground. More than letting the assailant escape, making up for the losses caused by the crimes committed was something Sandra should have done to her honour. Clean water and cloth shall be provided for dirt. A medic must be arranged for the injury. The duel is postponed.

First of all, when I paid the clothes dirt by hand, I hit something stiff and bounced it off. Trying to pick up the coarse phase in shame, Sandra, however, once again opened her eyes to surprise.

It is an iron worker's outfit. Is it a necklace because it has a leather strap through it? A design where two bows and one line intersect to represent bows and arrows and crossbows together… a symbol of God. Whether it be the Eastern Church or the Western Church, the priest possesses this without leaving his skin.

"Mister... may I ask your name?"

"Simon."

It was a quick answer. And its name is certainly the human name of the Everian Empire.

Receiving his clothes, suspending the symbol from his neck to his skin, the man named Simon walked out without saying anything else. There's something that hurts somewhere. There's no sense in that leg, and without it, Sandra might not have even been able to call it off. I might have been walked away trying to drop off the wind blowing down the street.

He spoke in haste and told him that he wanted to invite him to the mansion for bathing and treatment. The man accepted it without a single smile. I put him in the carriage, but Sandra didn't miss where your man frowned. I don't reprimand you. A man who can step on a luxury cloth without hesitation with muddy wooden shoes is more out of common sense. Although the conduct was not offensive to Sandra.

"What brings you to this king's capital?"

In the car, Sandra couldn't help but be. The tide of ecclesiastical criticism that began in the northern part of the kingdom with an end to civil unrest now affects the King's capital all the way to the southern part except the Etheramaki territory. It is also possible that the first five men or priests knew and extended to assault. That's the situation.

At a time when even the priests of the kingdoms are seen with cold eyes from the public, such as the imperial priests...... Sandra is frightened, but the man sees no slight tension or alarm. I answered in a very generous manner.

"He was invited in the name of Johannes, Marquis of Ronkainen, and in the name of Marco Hahato, General of the Dragon, and came from the edge of the Phantom Forest. To bless the new king and preach the old teachings"

Shaken by a carriage, Sandra experienced a third surprise and had no voice.

I wasn't talking about a duel.