Fly the Flag of Fire!

In an underground tunnel illuminated by blurred lights, Yarucco was in a silent death fight.

Take it without avoiding the little sword that flew in. Stabbed him in the left arm and his blood scattered. I thought in one corner of my head that it would not have reached the bone, and I also thought that would be thanks to the robust cladding. Superior martial arts attire also seems to help in action.

The slaughter of fate comes. It's a diagonal slash down orbit from the top left. Neither does this. I won't even prevent it. Grab the sword, wrist. I'll chop up the sword from the bottom. It's a blow all over you.

Severe metal noises, sparks, wind stroking cheeks, impact on shoulders.

My wrist flew as I held my sword and fell to the dusty cobblestone floor and rolled. Yarucco thinks the owner will no longer care. Because I returned the blade I shook up and slapped it into my neck muscle. I say no to half of it. He made a noise and threw up blood, and the man fell and lay down. A blue headscarf stains red and black in the spreading liquid.

There was another shock. Yarucco fell from his shoulder when he was hit from the side. Severe pain occurred. Shoulder. I think he must have broken his bone in the earlier offense. Just don't drop the sword on your right hand. Because there is a tight bond between the pattern and the hand with a cloth.

Slash him like he's standing up. I was prevented and impatient. Those blades and these blades are bloodstained. I realized my flank was hot as I tried to push it into my power. Well, I guess. Apparently, he was stabbed when he hit his body. Even if they gain momentum like that in an attempt to armor themselves with sheet metal, the blade passes. Hung and I snorted.

Hear the woman's cuddly voice behind her back. Feel the shades of pain and despair. I don't turn around.

I forced my left hand to move and grabbed the wrist at the end of the tweezer. At the same time bend over and pull. The opponent also tried to fight with force. I waved my feet there. It's a knee kick that stretches itself out at once. I went in deep. I bathed in diarrhea. Screw the cutting tip into your neck without missing that gap where the movement stopped. The feel of the neck bone passes over the blade. I broke it by twisting my wrist.

Without time to breathe, now to the enemy behind me... I still pointed my sword at the man in the blue headscarf. There's a corpse with a headscarf at this foot, and a corpse with a woman at that foot, rolling over to each of them.

If you check the perimeter in time, there are seven corpses in the woman and four corpses in the headscarf man. The person standing there is one for each of us. The difference in numbers seems to have been reversed.

Even as he roughed his breath and sweated, Yarucco was beginning to remember the cold. The more blood you bleed, the less power you lose. I can't afford to stop the bleeding. Without alarm, he moved about five steps, searching by hand with his left hand to pick up one dagger, staring at the two men in the headscarf. This belongs to a woman. The pattern and the blade remain dry, which tells the story of this sword's owner being killed without being able to fight a single battle.

Though a woman's arm power, a person trained by a beltran is outnumbered and loses...... I think what that means.

A cloth of the same color wrapped around my head as if it were a coding...... I think it means a lot like the green towel on a beltran.

"A bunch of blades... not at all, not even busy...!

Throwing a dagger at one of the people who tried to get around, Yarucco ran out. It is slaughtered to the other. The sword and sword hit so short of the blade that its impact doubled the pain here and there in the body. He played the sword where he was frightened at heart. I got my hands up. He was crumbled to the top with a rush or a shovel. There was also a shock in my jaw. Looks like they hit their patterned heads. I felt a strange floating sensation.

Somehow, in a distant sight, watch as the enemy's sword is about to be swung down from the great upper section. That's a slaughter that leads to fatal injuries. I think so like other personnel. The blade reflected the light, or my eyes dazzled.

Think of Sword Speed, it's only a moment.

But Yarucco saw a lot in that glare. I heard. I tasted it.

Even with warmth, Yarucco remembered his day today.

I blinked at the glare. It's about a mild afternoon.

"... It's a small but warm village. I've visited, too."

The words of Lucas Uliharsilla were spinning in the corridor where the sunlight plunged in.

Yarucco listens to it. Don't reply to anything.

"Old people are a healthy village, and whatever you do, young people come forward. Bright sidekick... haha... I've been scolded too"

Deep in the royal castle of the king's capital, this place is the inhabited area of Queen Paulina, not a place of rare human access. Men in particular are very rare. Traditionally, if the king is a woman, he is so conspired. It's thorough because even guards are organized exclusively by women in the compartment. It is an exception in a kingdom that does not recognise female soldiers.

Yarucco is one of those exceptions.

As a man, he serves as just one resident escort. She is treated almost equally to the samurai samurai Taruma Kantra, and is even given a private room in this section. He is still allowed to carry his sword and accompany his guests in this way.

"A weed is a blade in the soil to prune it. I taught that. Even practice can be applied to the soil, but there was a different fullness to that...... Everyone in the Uliharsilla family experiences farming. Farming is the foundation of politics."

Yarucco thought it was a good thing.

I don't like to be nervous when it comes to the cleanliness of the appearance of power. By shuddering away from simplicity, you become drunk and obsessed with your beautiful exterior and dull with the filth of your inner life. I've seen people like that for a long time. Let such a human being be unhappy with his surroundings and himself.

Yarucco thinks that being able to paint the soil gives people a real sense of being an organism.

It makes me recognise the fact that I can't live without treading on the ground with two legs to that chronic mind that would otherwise forget the floating area. He softly tells me who he is to that intoxication that he thought of something.

Because I thought so, I was only open to the duties of sophistication associated with my current role. The clothes that are paid for are too good. He seems to be working even harder on his old self, and he doesn't feel remorse and embarrassment. However, it is also certain that the comfort will be appreciated in the middle of the seventies. Rather than roar.

"Really, it's a good village. So fortunate to be old there."

Undried rain grains add to the glare of the people. The courtyard, where the grass trees grow without even paying attention to the compartment, is full of brilliance. It seems as if you are singing up that life is exactly the light.

"... he took on a war-affected orphan and raised him in a village guru"

I can see rows of black, little bugs between the grasses. I'm busy moving. Carrying something that stopped working.

"The Kalisalmi territory has been rough due to civil unrest. The number of refugees flowing to the surrounding territories was high, and my father was worried about it... no way..."

Look at the young man who lost his father to the side. Turning his back on the rich green of summer, he drifts into the shadows so that he can also hit the columns. It just hurts to think of the usual person named Lucas.

"No way... people's good intentions work. I didn't mean to keep the murderer lurking in it...!

The grief enters more than the ear and stabs the chest. It's a pain in the needle that makes my heart bleed hard. It's not something you get used to no matter how many times you go through it. Illuminated and stroking his warm forehead and cheeks with swollen hands, Yarucco exhaled as he roared.

Death of Uliharsilla Marquis Klaus.

The sad news of the early horse's rush into the royal castle was not made public in view of the seriousness of the matter, and is now shared only by a very small number of humans. The situation is pressing. On the face of it, Klaus Yuriharsila is still in military action. It was assumed that he commanded a martial army and was continuing to carry out delayed tactics against the Knights of the Holy Grail.

One bathed in the sun and the other sank in the shadows for a long time. Yarucco decided to ask.

"Do you hate me?

I dare not say who, what.

"... no, I don't hate you. Unless it was in the war with the Empire, but somehow there's no hatred."

Quiet voice. It sounds like a sneak sink in.

"I guess that doesn't mean instead...... there's horror. I'm terrified of the church."

The brighter the courtyard, the more shadowy this cobbled corridor is, with one young man shading and convulsing his face. All the white of the eyeballs is floating. All two of them ran blood.

"For what purpose, we are only free in means… it doesn't even seem that we share the world with them. I don't understand or empathize. I don't think it's very much the same human population. And yet he's exerting a strong influence on us, pushing us hard to avoid, like a natural disaster. Visible threats include brave men and holy knights, and invisible threats include blades lurking everywhere in society. There are more threats than I feel on my skin… something like a demonic fragrance that spreads by wrapping and penetrating all of our everyday life. It's like I'm having a nightmare I can't remember..."

Whether it was a feverish word, Yarucco, who listened, remembered the chills in himself. I see, it was fear. Lucas captures the whole existence of the Church broadly and to a large extent, making himself invisible to its seemingly universal power. I'm scratching myself with both hands. Is it frozen?

Yarucco sighed for a long time. Somewhere I hear a little bird swarming or a cute fornication.

"Rest is not a battle."

"… is it time to rest"

"If you're only ready for a moment like that, you don't have to rest. You can't keep winning because it's war, and you have to rest somewhere for the last time."

As I said, I grabbed Lucas's arm. I leave my dissatisfied face on my astonished face and retract about two steps as I pull my arm. So the sun fell on the young man's face. Watch your eyes narrow with glare, instead from within the shadows you enter. Yarucco is also narrowing his eyes.

"I don't mind, come cry. Fill your stomach with wine and rice. If you can sleep, you can sleep. Wash your face when that's done. So come back out."

"It's... but..."

"Don't pluck four or five. Marquis Uliharsilla"

Say it from the front. Hold both hands so you don't miss it. Rub your grip.

"You are now the head of the Yuriharshira family. Even the title decides to receive it. You can't take a break from being revealed? That's a long time to fight, isn't it? Is it easy enough to be called the Marquis to do it with such a pitiful face? I don't think so, Noon."

I rolled it up and then gently slapped Lucas' chest with my fist at the end.

"Rest tight, Lucas Ulyhalsilla. Cry sometimes, laugh sometimes. Fight at times, rest at times. What is the embarrassment? That's not what humans are for. Well, I did. I did. I'm home. I'm home."

Force them to change direction and press relentlessly. I can't rest my hands while the confusion of the young invites me to laugh. Although this compartment has a combined structure, it is connected to the general compartment on the main road from a defensive point of view. He pushed me there, and he hit me in the back with a flat hand at the end.

"Bye, that! The next time I see you, you're gonna be the face of the Marquis!

Lucas walks away to the end of a corridor where light and shadow become cobblestone patterns differently from each other. I'm fine, but I'm still on my own feet. Yarucco nods. I think you'll be fine.

"... fight him with Marco, Lucas"

I spoke softly on the far back. As I wish. Like prayer.

"He's going to fall asleep now... but that means it's a fight, so he won't be saved. He's tougher on himself than anyone. Don't forget how to rest because you can't."

Standing alone on the spot, Yarucco rubbed his hands together. Then rub your hands together. To forgive both hands, which only hurts and doesn't move well, and to extend the time when you can be a warrior at all.

Yarucco can no longer stand on the battlefield. I can't stand the long march either. The flesh, which should have been forged out, has faded rapidly in the last few years. The flesh has been frustrated before the spirit. It no longer recovers where it rests. People can't be rejuvenated.

So here I am.

It protects those whom Marco has recognized as kings of this country. That's the kind of role I'm entrusted with. I am aware that I am HR due to my state of health, but I do not feel as though I have been turned into an idle position.

In fact, Queen Paulina is a major weakness for Marco.

It is Marco who wants to change the presence of the country and hence not even the world, but only as the leading general within the kingdom for its status. Even if you have a special right to command the entire army in an emergency, the scale of gestures you can have does not extend to the National Army or the Leading Army, but whether or not to line up with the Kingsguard. It is a family name with no territory where it has been given the noble Hahat surname.

Outside the battlefield, the queen is only a fu to Uncle Shihou. That's the reason for this country. It's a reality in society. It is a constraint imposed on Marco, who lawfully uses military force.

The full breadth of trust that Queen Paulina puts in Marco like that... in other words, this is Marco's power. The leading aristocrat Klaus Uliharsilla was dedicated to Marco, but now that he is dead, Marco's influence will be greater and greater where it is attributed to the Queen. Yarucco finds strength and brittleness there at the same time.

Marco and Paulina.

They're both great. Yarucco thinks so without any doubt. I guess what the two of them met was a serious incident for this world. It's good to be near your age. We must look out at the world together and make huge strides.

However, although it is an unparalleled encounter, it also feels endangered. It will strongly affect the world, so it seems that there is no place for the two of us to hide ourselves. Yarucco felt a cold thing stuck to the bottom of his belly, holding his lower belly by his hand.

The two move the world big. Never before.

I wonder, therefore, whether the unprecedented recoil and resistance will also strike the two of us again?

I felt the air flowing at my feet and looked behind the corridor in search of the way ahead. A dark and quiet path stretches deep. Even with this cheerfulness, it's secluded and cool there. In the evening we will need more lighting. I think it's only like the mouth of darkness if it's a light.

Even when I die, I lurk in a familiar place. In a few abominations.

If those who run through the times lose their speed, it will surely strike. Death exchanges embraces by trying to teach that people are the only ones who are intrigued, like asking for some kind of payment, like putting some form of book together.

Both the last brave man and this brave man died in battle. The same goes for the Imperial Crown Prince. Though Salomon survived only on the battlefield, then it was also called inequality, or a hasty and burning sentence was served.

This world kills the pioneers. Don't let the iconic figures of the times live.

Or are heroes not allowed to be old? Thinking of Marco's fate, Yarucco can't stay or stand. It's not worth the age. It feels terribly fresh, exciting, and unpretentious. A mind scared of losing and frightened by the difficulties of its future...... thoughts opposite to those of giving up are poking and moving Yarucco.

"Well, I'll keep you busy. Totally."

Yarucco rubbed his hands together again. I think the calories wouldn't come up if I didn't do this. I think of the power of my life. You can't go past where you use it. I wonder what I can do for young Marco and others...... I always think about that.

Is that why, when that emergency report arrived, Yarucco was able to take matters without any wolves?

"It's a riot! Fire hands are rising everywhere in the King's City!

To where I was sipping juice for an evening meal, Vilma changed her blood phase and came to let me know. The place is a small room by the corridor. Yarucco uses this as his usual place to monitor people entering and leaving this compartment.

"The church seems to be fanning. There have also been reports that some parts of the national army are in tune with the move. If the nobles of the Parent Church have also cooperated, or perhaps even this place is in danger."

I see her in a hurry as if she were quick to say so. Her complexion is pale.

"Can't you guess the castle-packed soldiers?"

"Yes. The National Army has always stood against Her Majesty the Queen. There are some things I can't help thinking about the Ascension Dragon Flag..."

"How's the Kingsguard? If it's an accessory, you can't even pull it out around there?

I asked naturally, and the beautiful samurai replied with a frowning expression.

"... Lord Commander of the Kingsguard Corps has been rumored to be approaching Southern nobility these days"

"Oh?"

"Looks like we're still attending a nightclub at our mansion tonight. It's not a rumor area, but there's talk of putting him at the head of the military in the kingdom… From around the same area, you can also hear people scorning His Excellency General Ryu as a villager."

It was more about spiciness than bitterness. I can't even look at Yarucco.

"We have also confirmed our interaction with the nobles close to the Maryaranta Marquis. It's also on record that he took a trip to the hotel to meet Bishop Beck."

So the words broke off, and there was the sound of gokuri and spit swallowing. A strong eye was directed towards Yarucco.

"Do you trust the person named Accelli Arnell... Lord Yarucco?"

There was sharpness and tension as sharp as a sharp white blade. Knowing what it meant for Vilma to be away from Paulina's side in this emergency, Yarucco exhaled small.

"Originally, he had no loyalty to the kingdom. I can cut my head off and my tongue spins so well, first of all, I'm not a trustworthy man."

Make sure that Vilma is breathtaking, and then continue with the words.

"But trust me. As long as Marco's alive, he's more trustworthy than anyone else."

Hung, snorts and turns that way. Even shrugged shoulders show.

"It's a weird way to put it, but he's probably greedy. There's no way I'm giving up the fullness of fighting Marco with the Lord. Isn't it the most enjoyable of the Nong La? He can do anything. If Marco moves, then he'll be happy to move everything himself. Because that's all a talented man can do."

Yarucco and Accelli have been dating for a long time. We met on the front lines before a brave man named Topias showed up in the kingdom, sometimes fighting shoulder to shoulder, sometimes tipping each other a cup in a liquor store. I'm a careless comrade. Together, we lack loyalty to the kingdom, and we are well aware of each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Accelli Arnell... a man of all-powerful talent, but who had cut out for a world where he couldn't take advantage of it. He was a man who gave up all the merit paths, worked proper food support, and leaned toward wind currents, etc.

It was Marco who excited such a man more than ever before. He is the Lord of awesomeness, who has made every effort to demand further work. There's no two of us in this world, a mighty and incomparable hero.

The all-powerful talent gained a great place to play. Why choose another boring path now?

"Leave the outside guards to the Kingsguards. You must firmly consolidate your inner guardian. You should gather guards on the main road. That's what you've been training for, and you're a soldier for that, aren't you?

Beating Vilma's shoulder with wrinkled hands, Yarucco slowly walked out. A voice followed me a little late and panicked.

"Where does Lord Yarucco go?

"Back mouth... I'm gonna check the way out. Just in case, of"

I took the bags and the lights from the top of the table.

"I'll say no, but I'll take the dishwashers and the cleaners. You know what they are, don't you?

"... good luck"

"Hung, just in case, just in case"

Yarucco goes without even turning around. If I spoke, I immediately gathered eight servants. This is not the case in the ordinary course of business, but there is a silence characteristic of those familiar with violence in the eyes directed at Yarucco in this time of crisis. They belong to an illegal Beltran organization.

"If it comes from behind, it's the killer. Of the church. Think of the Lord in front of this compartment, it seems likely enough. Nong et al eliminate it. All right?"

Yarucco took the women into the kitchen. Open one of the storage bins provided under the floor and remove the load of sorry that was inside. This is the only place with a double bottom. If you pulled a string in the corner and lifted the bottom lid, the iron ladder to the basement stretches long with a stiff odor in the limp air.

"Seven come. One of you stay and close the lid. Carefully craft loads and other items to prevent easy opening. Signal with the sound of tapping the ladder. Open it then. Until then, don't wait here."

Checking his gear, Yarucco put his foot on the ladder first. Soak yourself in there like a pit of darkness and go down deep and deep. Dive slowly and carefully. While deluding your hands and feet that don't move as you wish.

While waiting for the ladies in the basement where they stepped down, Yarucco had no trouble getting ready to fight. Tie that hand with the sword. It is a difficult hand that trembles without anything and cannot be satisfied with a grip. If you don't, you can't fight, but if you do, you can still fight. Yarucco can still work.

"Hung... from a strong and hegemonic warrior, Ng"

Having done so modestly, Yarucco went down the path of darkness. It was a narrow, highly-differentiated journey. There are constant black walls behind the lights, and shadows stick to the area even close to you.

Yarucco thinks. He said it was like life. You can't stop because you're anxious.

I wish the fire was strong. But somewhat illuminated, I also thought the anxiety would disappear. I thought about how far it was to the exit and craved the light of day that would be there. Whether it's moonlight or star blink. I wanted to take off my human tiny and expose myself to something vast and endless. Or maybe that's what hope is all about.

Second, I felt Marco. Right on the side. I even felt something touch my ears and cheeks, and I looked at you. I can only see my own shoulders. Still feel it. I had the impression that Marco overlapped with me.

"... what do you want, live the journey of fire and hurry?"

I squealed in my heart. It was like prayer. If you think of him, who must be relative to an unprecedented difficulty that no one can extrapolate, Yarucco can't help but pray. I have been able to do only a limited number of things. If you can't even watch the end of the line, there's no other technique than praying anymore.

Walk. Suppress instincts frightened by darkness with reason, ahead. Push out your body and move on.

"Are you happy, Marco... so bake yourself..."

"... make yourself burnt... take the world, where..."

"Don't talk! Damn it! I can't stop bleeding!

In the cold, Yarucco heard someone shouting. There is no force in the whole body to make sure. If he had managed to open the eye lid, the big man was in a hurry about something. His cheeks and hands are bloodstained, increasing the force of his desperate shape.

"Are you hurt... Oiva"

"That's a bedtime speech, Mr. Yarucco! So much slaughter... so much... damn, what makes you bleed so much!

I thought I wouldn't have to do that either, and Yarucco laughed a little. I was remembering that I lay unnecessarily in the cobblestone underground. It can also be the result of being stabbed and slashed many times.

"The killer..."

"... there were six bodies of headscarves."

"Really... Oiva did?

"By the time I got here, it was over. You're the only one who had breath, Mr. Yarucco."

I noticed a change of tone and saw my face. A face like a good old, big little boy, sadly lowering his brow butt in loneliness. It's a man you can't hide. Yarucco laughed again. I don't even have to make bitterness anymore.

"The last one... I don't know what happened... until I was on my way, I can remember..."

Memories were confusing. Besides, I'm so dumb, I can't think about it. I'm terribly thirsty.

"The Queen...?

"Safe. A part of the national army tried to break into the castle by multiplying the mess under the castle, but it was all prevented. So I reconsidered. A woman can fight a man who can."

"Vilma......"

"Oh. Some of the castle-stuffed nobles mix fools. He didn't have to rush off."

Strength looses with relief. Already the general pain was as far away as other personnel, and although it was the cold and dryness that was strong, there were also signs that it would gradually go away.

"To Beltran... apologize. Seven of his hands..."

"That's all I was dealing with. But I'll tell him. Where is he fighting now? I don't know..."

"On Marco's side... don't you?

"I hid every fire that Rauli was good at. He seems to be moving in a positive direction. The church has finally stopped shaping. You can't fight the shadows anymore."

Yarucco learned one ease as his bitterness faded into drowsiness.

In the end, the men who refer to Marco as the Lord have made Marco a priority over everything. Yarucco himself can't leak into that example. That's natural. Assuming that only one of us can help Marco or Paulina, we will do everything we can to help Marco without getting lost. I realized that the mood around here must have made Burma anxious.

Marco would be able to grasp everything and get the best results. But now, Marco is asleep. How much Yarucco and the others have joined forces, something is still decidedly missing. It will be compromised somewhere.

Still, even if it were, I would ask for some good results… Yarucco used his life here. If doing so could form the basis of Marco's journey, it would have been true.

"To Lucas... I said something great... non..."

"... right"

Something is rapidly losing sight of me, and I'm already blind. Yarucco wanted to get in the light of the day, but that would no longer come true, so he decided to think of Marco in his heart.

Oh... the flame of beauty that burns the times... so brilliant that it makes me dream of old bones.

"Marco... it's Marco..."

Is the mouth moving? I no longer know that either. Still, I uttered words.

"Ahead of your march... of hope... oh, things..."

Show prayer to the world.

And Yarucco is done.

I tied my sword to my right hand, just like that.