Fly the Flag of Fire!

I wonder if it will be cleansed. A white dome. An exquisite and refined sculpture. The decoration of the fine gold and silver worker represents the presence of God's glory in the world, while the painting of the Virgin of Saints represents the existence of God's miracle in the world.

On the main altar there is a statue of a goddess with a holy bow and a holy cane, full of mercy, beside which is forcefully refrained a male god with a holy ox and a holy axe. It's touching. Because this world is a stark testament to the blessings of heaven and earth.

Why isn't the world as beautiful and tidy as this chapel...... the boy thinks so with a devout heart. View the statue of an angel decorated beside the altar. It is said to resemble me a lot. I wonder how happy I would be if I stayed in a clean place like that.

The boy's name is Christian.

My father's name is Topias. My mother's name is Eleonora. Born as their eldest son between them, they celebrated their thirteenth spring.

"Your Highness, were you here!

One sigh of sigh in the voice that hit her back, Kristian slowly rose from the seat where she was sitting. If you look back, the footsteps that trample the quiet place are also noisy, and an old man with a white coat hooked to his knight's clothes comes with a full smile.

"What's the matter, Alvo? Sounds a lot happier though."

"It's in the good news! An early horse said the Holy Ship had arrived on the Cape, but what, four hundred rides and eight hundred graduates, a total of one thousand and two hundred troops, had landed from the Knights of the Holy Grail! Regardless, Master Topias is with you!

"Yes... is it a battalion that my father was leading?

"I'm sure you do! Hey, now the soldiers in the realm will regain their morale too!

Maybe the laughter has some color attached to it. Did the air get warm too? There is something different about the cheerfulness of Sheng Chun, and that makes Kristian frown.

I sighed small. So stop laughing.

"I think I've got something to do before I get ready for battle."

"Oh my God. May I ask?

"It's prayer. I am unhappy with the scale of this year's Xie Chun Festival. [M] There are no usual confectioners or orchestras here. I don't think there were many prayer voices or offerings. How could you not do it in Wang Du?

"That's... what do you call it... by the way..."

Leaving the old knight in the corner, Cristian left the chapel.

Go the promenade set in the fresh green garden. I don't step on the edge of the stone. Walk clean and clean, making sure to follow the tidiness of the water clean and right. Speaking of which, it's still very clear today.

"So, Your Highness! I don't know, picking you up to Cape Town! We're here for you!

I got another sigh. I don't turn around. Because it would be unpleasant if the old knight had trampled the grass over the hedge and vandalized it.

"You don't have to. It's my job to be here. You're the one who said that, right?

"That's certainly true. Your Highness' presence brightens up the Eteramaki capital!

"Then don't ask me out."

"No, but..."

"Um, come on!

Stop. I tremble at the frustration I get in. I turned around and poked my index finger at the tip of the old knight's nose.

"I'll make sure! I, Cristian, the nephew of the current king and grandson of the king, wait here quietly for the hour. You, Alvo Otara, knight of the kingdom, will serve as my escort. That's what we were talking about, right? That's all right, right? Then let's do it right! If you're gonna do something different, explain it to me from the beginning! Explain to me why I'm here so I know exactly why I'm here! Hey!!"

I didn't mean to fold this up either, but I'm breathing on my shoulders when I realize it. Kristian forced herself to breathe, suppressing her palpitations and turning her gaze toward the next stoning stone.

"... if you can't explain it, you can stay where you are. That's fine... I am"

Move your left and right legs so that you don't step on the edge and put your feet properly on the center of the stone. Is it because of tears that my vision is uncertain? Or is it because of a different tremor than earlier? The teeth do not engage and make a fine noise.

He crossed the garden with heavy footsteps behind him, proceeded through the corridor and entered the residential section of the Territorial Castle. Though everything is narrow and lacks magnificence compared to the royal castle, not only does it fit in with indistinctness and so on, but I can feel the breath of faith in the decoration of the ends.

Cristian put his hands on the symbol of God, who kept his skin in his clothes. Breathe holiness.

But it was also to be stopped. I was going to go back to the room to which it was addressed, but there was one middle-aged man in a bad posture in front of the door I could see, restless and awkward.

"Oh, oh, Your Highness. I've been waiting for you. I need to talk to you a little..."

The man's name is Kauno Eteramaki. He was the uncle of Encio Eteramaki, who died earlier in the war. I have not inherited the title more than I have not received the king's sword, but as an extraordinary measure, the status quo is in a position to rule this earl territory.

"Please refrain, Master Eteramaki. Your Highness is tired. If you want to talk, as soon as Mr. Topias returns, it will be best to ask him."

"Ho, that's totally nearby, Sir Otara. I was eating my Loc..."

There was danger in the attitude of the old knight who came forward trying to interrupt. Neither does the other side retreat. I thought I heard something like when I hit the key on the dish, and Cristian looked up. There was a smell of contention.

"That's okay, Alvo. I listen to you."

"But......!

"Alvo. I'm asking. Even I can do that."

Once again, Kristian managed to make a smile by pushing the reluctant old knight aside despite overlapping words and zeroing his sigh. Just the mouth. I don't think my eyes laughed.

"So? What can I do for you?

"Oh, yes, the... in the house, there were many daughters who wished His Highness the right way... they were all young and pleasant daughters, and if His Highness had some daughters close to his age, the..."

Repeat weirdly folding your hips and lowering your head. I can't say a word butt. A fleshy tongue peeps and pulls in with chills on his snuggly smiley face. As the Lord of this Castle, even if such a man stands at the present time of Christian. I'm blocking my way.

"If you'll excuse me, one or both of them... it depends on your stupidity to let your Highness serve only the desired number of people..."

Kristian couldn't get back to me. The air that was supposed to be light turned into something viscous in Russia, something that seemed difficult to inhale or throw up.

"It was still this castle that was narrow and impeccable compared to the royal castle... yes, as far as I'm concerned, I'm so sorry about that... shall I at least call it a gorgeous one, I wanted to comfort His Highness in his boredom..."

Is it cold? My hands tremble. Did you eat anything bad? My stomach is distorted.

"Besides, I have great anxiety about the current situation, even in my home… Still we work for His Highness, so let me also say that I want to make a definite bond… Your Highness is also of good age, well, let's say some goodbye…"

The discomfort spreads prickly and the visible world is carved from the edge. It gets dark and cold and irritating. All I could stand on was the exquisite combination of bones. My body swayed every time I breathed roughly.

"That's it! That's it!!

Supported by something hot and powerful, Cristian knew he couldn't help but fall. Just relieving the tension over the fall made my breath easier, but at the same time I lost my strength. I couldn't help but close my eyelids as I let myself.

"As you can see, that's it! After all, it would be better if Topias-sama did the talking."

"Ho... you're more of a guardian than a sidekick, Sir Otara. But I wonder what those eyes are... because I don't sneak up on His Highness's such appearance, so I take care of him..."

"We have enough servants. And why should you be a child of the Eteramaki family if you want to increase it?"

"is something you don't know... you can't possibly understand like a knight in the first place..."

"Wow, come on, I say. Just because neither Mr. Topias nor Mr. Beck is here, I want His Highness's blood just to be fortunate... even though it is a summer feather worm in the spring!

"... did you say bugs now? To me... against this Kauno Eteramaki..."

"I'll tell you as many times as you want. And I don't want to shake it off with my hands if I have to."

"Fu... I said... Ha... I said, you..."

Why is the world so noisy... Kristian clenched the symbol of God over his clothes. According to the holy teachings, God led man out of the garden of contention and into the land of rest. I think of that great miracle that lives up to the beginning of the human world.

"Stop. You're arguing in front of me."

He is no more than God. The world is sure to be filled with a constant miracle. And if there is constant strife, people are fools. I just haven't been able to practice correctness. That was a shame everywhere.

"Refrain, Alvo. I'm the one who talks."

Cristian put his strength into his legs and stood back as he supported the old knight's arm.

"I'm not inconvenient with things around me. I also like this castle because of the signs of holiness in the condiments. I only want to be alone and quiet, I don't want women to be samurai... and shards."

I didn't think I needed a heartbeat or anything. If the symbol of God filled me with holiness on its behalf, I would be saved more or less... Christian sincerely thinks... reality is always too vivid.

"Neither about me, nor about this current situation, can be worried... as long as everyone is doing the right thing. Because I'm sure God will bring you justice."

Before God man is equally lost. If you know that, you should at least be cautious, and acting to keep yourself away from filth is the right way to live your faith. Because Christian believes so, even the pain that occurs in his clenched palms was preferable. The pain comes from something clean and holy.

He wanted to purify himself with cold water. I wanted to rinse my mouth, and I wanted to pay off the warmth sticking to my neck muscles. I always hope so. I hoped more now.

"Whether or not, I am also a believer in the holiness of the Church…"

But the man standing in front of the door showed little sign of retreat. I twisted myself a few times to see what was the intention of wandering my gaze, and at the end of the day, the position of my face looked up close.

"Well, let's just say I don't want to put this stuff on my tongue either, let's just say it's wide-mouthed... it's a very difficult thing to put into words..."

Was the red one peeking at Tyroli a tongue? Or was it venom?

"Your Royal Highness's sister you...... Master Birgitta would have left the royal family and been countenanced, wouldn't you?

Was the man in front of you a person? Or was it like a demon?

"Neither does my house, after all, I want to remain the Count's house... and I don't want it as it is now... but if the new king is to deal with the lineage of His Royal Highness King Eleonora... right? You understand that, don't you? Does Your Highness know that? I want you to save me... I'm scared, I'm scared... I'm scared and scared of that man..."

Hard to move like someone else's, pronouncing it on his tongue and lips, Cristian asked. I wonder who that man is. I wonder what scares me so much.

Then the creepy man had an indescribable look on his face, his eyes glanced at Chira and the old knight, and he shook his neck weirdly and heavily beside him.

I even felt honest about how it was going, and Cristian realized that the man in front of me was also one of those pathetic strays again. It's human. I can't even hide it. I see anxiety.

"Marco Hahato... oh... horrible man"

Try to even twist something out of the back of your pharynx, and it gets sued.

"Twice, I saw that man. During the first glance...... the winter awards ceremony that ousted the Empire Emperor...... there was no pride in that man while he was more illuminated by glory than anyone else...... he was not happy. There was nothing to be ashamed of...... there was nothing to be guilty of. There's no way there's such a person..."

There was tremor in my voice. Breathing is flushed to draw, making a screaming noise each time.

"The next thing I saw was that it would be or in this realm... a large convoy came from upstream of the East Dragon River, when everything was in turmoil... a horseback riding squad that attacked a town that was collecting supplies... there was that man at the beginning. I pierced the soldier I tried to hold back with that spear. Early work without a drop of returning blood, one person, again without a shard of mercy... watching where I hid in my private house, still letting everything witness from the gap in the door... no exorbitant heights, no condolences, just waving my spear pale. Is there such a way to kill... even though it's war, it must be the same person..."

I trembled to hear it. Cristian did not cover his ears with arrogance, but put his hand down before his chest and let it touch the symbol of God. I can't even grip it. I distressed and swallowed my spit.

"I think. That man behaved... like he didn't think he was the same person... and said he didn't feel right."

Staring at a point unknown anywhere, Kauno Eteramaki has a feverish voice.

"I don't know what I'm thinking...... so I'm sure I won't find out about me. The array that kills humans without any dirt or ugliness... without ever acknowledging my dirt or ugliness... must sweep up the dust and make it burn with fire and wipe me out of boredom...!

I'm crying. Though there are no tears, this windless middle-aged man must be crying. What a naked adult... Kristian had goosebumps all over her body, but she couldn't even blink. I couldn't breathe. My shoulders swayed heavily every time I breathed.

"I'm... scared. And hate. Have my faith... have pity on me and the teachings that give me forgiveness... that I am in contempt of this salvation, hate... hate, hate, hate, hate!

Cristian jumped. The scream didn't even speak. That beak was more vivid than ever. The colors are poisonous. The texture varies. I am at the heart of such a world. I'm hearing a human scream. He also had ears that could be heard... and was a man who could hardly escape.

"No more... because I'm hateful and hateful... I just wish God's miracle would erase me. Ha..."

It was a dry laugh. It sounded vain and weak. But somehow it reminded Cristian of an examination of the bells asking the church. It sounds strange and honest, even though the impressions are different.

The door was far away. Even though there is a clean bedding ahead of it, and it is enough in three steps to make it a number of steps, it is far from there by the time of despair. A man who felt creepy is close now, and the door beyond him is now marginally closed.

Tremors were only physically and mentally stained as paralysis.

Kristian gasped.

I was convinced that the heat poison would stick to the inside of my lungs and I couldn't wipe it off anymore.