Fly the Flag of Fire!

Lay the battlefield with the sleeping king capital as his back and step on the battlefield with the slightly starry sky as his overhead.

The third time he set up an infantry assault, and Oiva Otala, who was captain of the Kingsguard infantry, had finally inverted the spear tip and the stone poke to devise a reduction.

"Sora! If you're scared, back off! Don't put up with wanting to run! Oh, my God, you don't look so pathetic!

Poke him, fly his helmet, slap him, break his clavicle, and in a single swing, both two and three shall be muddy surrenderers. When tears come to my face, which is blue-white because of fear, my will to fight is shredded and I am not allowed to shred. I have trouble expressing myself. And bark.

"Sora! If you don't want to die, drop your weapons, you idiots! No pity! No pity at all!

Where the enemies in sight are scattered from one end, there is no damage in the allied front row. As far as the rear row is concerned, the spear is mainly in the hands of the rope as luggage. It ties the surrendered enemies one after another. We will work without even paying attention to the presence or absence of injuries, so we are even more frustrated by the pitiful screams in the people.

Oiva even relieved herself when she heard an army drum announcing a halt to the attack. I miss the enemy I was capturing just in time to slap the spear right now. He's a young man with a silly face. I had a wild idea whether I was a peasant in the south. Or is this town hauling? Either way, it is like a pigeon.

Sometimes he dropped his weapon, sometimes he fell when he screamed, and dropped his spear on his shoulder with an enemy fleeing with a crawling body. I can see how the herd gathers again under a brand new flag far away. I got a sigh.

Take the call, turn a handful of the wounded in the back row, and rearrange the line... Oiva goes to the head of the scene for a trial.

"Enough is enough, Mr. Accelli."

"Hmm, right"

It was Axeli Arnell, the leader of the Kingsguard Corps, who returned his voice over the horse. The blue battle coat on the heavy armor is a martial arts gesture that looks good at all times. The face covering of the helmet is up, with a peek of spare time as usual.

"I was hoping we'd have another two."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. There will be more prisoners from around the corner. Hunting or fishing. At least it's not war."

I saw the enemy blurry.

Coalition forces of the Protectorate. When it left southern Tervahal territory, it had a strength of nine thousand, and even after defeating six thousand Ahamaniemi troops on the northern shore of the southern tributary, its strength should have exceeded eight thousand. Since the strength of the Kingsguard is five thousand, it is a sufficient threat as a number.

But the more I tried to hit it, it was surprisingly brittle. I was surprised to say that I bumped into him from the front without this measure, but he collapsed like that. It was like falling asleep.

Those who flee flee, those who get caught, have now reduced the number of groups to about six thousand... but the whole thing is hard to see.

Because the morning fog is quietly drifting through the ground, trying to diminish the loess of the dust of war. That's probably trying to cool down a little more heat that can stand on the battlefield at the same time. With oddly shriveled warfare, Oiva thinks so.

"I don't know, grabbing and throwing dirt over there is going to break down already. You can't afford to end this because you're going to gather at that flag station soon. A soldier-like soldier, maybe two thousand? Whatever. This is ridiculous."

I looked up at the sky. I wanted to feel the morning. The sun will appear on the eastern horizon, but the fog will not make it worship as it is elsewhere. It is also felt in the wind where time itself is deluded into obscurity.

I'm sick of Oiva. It's a slack. I was feeling too one-sided and weak and demanding.

"Right...... maybe it does"

The voice, which sounded like a mix of exhales, was pregnant with something that made Oiva giggle though.

"Those people who stayed without being able to escape and scatter, they're not the equivalent of fools first. Hard to say!

It was only when there was time to stop that the accessories ran out on their own. There's no way they're going after me if they're going to hand me the command of all the armies behind me. Oiva is better than stopping and dropping off.

If there is a way to get rid of the fog, is that what you do?

Didn't the accessory stand up on the horse and speak out in good spirits with the blue on his back?

"Come on! I wonder what's going on! You rebels who came from the south and tried to attack the king's capital!

I have pleasure in my voice butt. His words are not only spicy, but poisonous.

"Do you know who you are? Your outrage seems to continue for the second time in the civil war ahead, but sora, we are also experiencing a miserable defeat! That is, because it is only temperament to that extent! Because I'm only prepared to that extent!

Accessory words sting. Stab him and strengthen the bleeding.

"Come on, I'm in trouble! There's no way we can make it north or reach the King's Capital! Because our Kingsguard came out, betraying your expectations! There's no way we're gonna make it south or safely back to Tervahal territory! Ahamaniemi's army is ready to strike back! I just turned it into a favored West Bank Holy Grail Knights, stopped by Uliharsila territory and still don't show up! I mean, you're lonely! It's isolated!

Violence is not only tactile, but also entering through hearing to exert its power. It must also produce paralysis, shortness of breath, fire and chills. The language of accessories is spoken precisely to cause physical and psychological harm.

"But! You still expect it! The fireman must rise above the king's capital now! The National Army must be on your side! Or some who still consider me a comrade! Keep the reality in front of you as if you can't acknowledge it, its arrogance or its ignorance that could be laziness!

My breath breathed heavily. And a blow was struck.

"Thousands of laughs!!

Tell him to slap it off, then laugh. Laugh out loud. It's a cruel and relentless laugh. I'm trying to kill my heart by letting it bathe.

"Your comrades, who live in the King's capital, have already been captured! By my arrangement! From lieutenant-generals and titled nobles above, to corporals and needy noble children below! There's no one left. He's in jail! Now it's on you just waiting to be judged! Wait for the National Army to bee up? Make me laugh! Only ruin awaits you!

Word attacks seem to gradually change their nature from poisonous blades to castle breaking hammers or something. No laughter can now disappear from the look on Accelli's face, and all the power of a solemnly and decisive military man is exercising his power.

"Don't look at me like that! And behold the flag of our army! It's the Kingsguard of the Kingdom of Asaria! Your Majesty's army is the only armor that protects the kingdom! You know what it means to pull a bow and point a spear at us!

It is a special indication of an authority that does not always have a bare mind. Accessories are using everything available to attack.

"Regardless, I guess you knew! I guess he organized an army that he knew and outlawed, and went for the King's Capital! You betray the king, you betray your country! Be prepared to throw everything you stand on your own! Let us know now that we are equal to throwing ourselves over a cliff as we pray! But there's a rope stretching out of it, and it leads to the unprepared!

My arm swung to one letter across. The tip is behind the accessory. It's not about Oiva et al. At the north northwest corner lies the King's Capital.

"Are you ready to see and hear the death of your clan before your own death! Ancestors, do you have the honor to remain infamous and demeaning to future generations? Punishment for treason will weigh heavily! You can't buy that sin on your own! Prepare to sweeten any misery or how! That is the mindset as a traitor!!

Intimidation. Intimidation. It is the death pronouncement of the three tribes. Apparently, the accessory was going to kill the enemy's mind.

But an unexpected silence came. Didn't the accessory that stood on the horse sit to the saddle? Is that the end of the verbal onslaught? No. The shoulders of the accessories are shaking. I'm laughing at the bumps.

"Do you want to argue? Do you want to distort the reality around you to suit your delusions without saving yourself?

Again Accelli spoke out. There was some smell of blood in that voice.

"If so... let your allies go. You must have His Excellency the Marquis Maryaranta, yes? Why don't you speak on behalf of all of you? Hmm?"

That's right. Oiva had one thing to do with it.

The Coalition of Patriots is weak. Too weak. Doesn't seem very likely to have defeated Ahmaniemi's army. If your command as an army has not passed and you asked for the reason for the low morale of the soldiers... is that because of the absence of those in command of the General? Or maybe the officers have vacancies, too. Not so much for the army to function.

"Ha ha... I'm sorry you're not here!

Again, it doesn't come out. There are no words returned from the Patriotic Alliance forces even though they have been slapped with words. That's a funny story. If Adolf Maryaranta, known as “The Weird Old North," is in the army, he won't let accessories do whatever he wants. Aren't you happy to play an argument when you think of the people who tell you?

"Let me guess. You have been abandoned by the Marquis. [M] Don't even know why. Let's see what time it is. In the last few days. Did they even run away at night? I can easily imagine the scenery in the morning when you were on your way. Heh heh... excuse me, I'll make you laugh a little bit. [incomprehensible]

I raised my voice as I said and laughed, and the accessories took a roll out of the load. Spread it out to the side of the Coalition of Patriots. I can't see the contents from Oiva's side.

"Gentlemen, can you see? This will be one that you are all familiar with... the blood of the Union of Patrons."

Oiva wonders why we have it, a question shared by both our enemies and allies. I knew I was storing some stranger scrolls than before, but would that mass also produce a dramatic scroll?

"I began to write this down by the will of the King's capital, which was eventually carried by His Excellency the Marquis into Tervahal territory and returned to the King's capital without your knowledge. Didn't the Marquis say? Here is the name of Her Excellency Countess Tervahal… Birgitta. The alliance will be marked with the true blood of the royal family."

Poor thing, I hear groans from groups that don't line up but come together that can be both bitter and lamentable. Oiva pulled her lips together. for not voicing light-hearted sympathy or pity.

It's a battle. This is a battle without a sword spear. There is no turning myself in, rather than watching the accessories fight.

"I don't have to tell you, but I dare you. I won't let that happen. There's no way I'm gonna let you. I've decided to use this as solid evidence to punish the sinners. After you erased my name."

A smile can be played, and accessories continue to speak with a voice full of scorn.

"Well, did you understand? That means you are an undisputed traitor. If I were to disclose one piece of information that falls within my purview, I suspect that you have explored the vast opposite. There is a fact that the murderer was sent to Her Majesty's residence. The protection of the Royal Castle is neither thin nor brittle enough for such a thin, dirty blade to arrive."

It's a lie. There is a falsehood in what was said in how much room we can afford it. Oiva knows that. The assassin's intrusion was stopped in an extremely dangerous place. Yarucco and seven operatives were sacrificed. It was remarkable.

But the effect was immense, and the Coalition forces began to get upset visibly. I hear yells and screams sporadically.

"Gentlemen, this is reality."

The accessories ran out. It sounds cold.

"No matter what you scratch, it's no longer the case. You will perish. [M] There's nothing I can do about it. You will gain the death of the three tribes and the stigma of the last generation. As a reward for stupidity."

That no longer seems to be reading out the verdict. Using Wang Du and Kingsguard as a background, Accelli speaks loudly and severely, and the thousands who hear it are beaten to the point of pity to see it. It is no longer the army. Both swords and spears turned into heavy chains. It's a heavy chain of sin that's hard to escape. A bunch of desperate blamers are kneeling on the ground.

Was it for this?

Oiva roared good at it. Generally, a match begins with words, followed by the exchange of sword spears. The idea is to beat each other up after claiming each other's legitimacy.

This time, Accelli turned it upside down. He strikes first with a sword spear and then waves his tongue. Having said that, it's just one idea, but it's not the same scale and intent as what Oiva did in the spear.

"One… there is only one way that you may survive"

Oh, here we go.

Even let the voice drift with sincere kindness, and the accessories began to spin the words.

"Surrender, you who have forgotten me to the delusion of becoming a patron federation. Throw yourself into the earth and beg for mercy. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Or save everything with your own disgrace. I have nothing to fear. Rather, only by daring to jump to death will your lives be connected to tomorrow. There is no other means of delivering life to Her Majesty than to save those who have been and will be, and to save themselves."

I'm not going to miss it. Soldiers, generals, knights, nobles.

The accessories are still going to send down all of the Allied Patriots, who outnumber the Kingsguards, without leaving a single one. Or we're going to capture the largest majority. And it is the fastest.

"I swear by my blood, you guys don't trust me anymore. Therefore, I swear by the flag I fly. I hereby promise you with the history and tradition of the Kingsguard Corps of the Kingdom of Asuria, with honor and courage, and with a spirit of loyalty and patriotism. I want you to keep your destiny with me."

I am not with one of those who exasperates as to which mouth will say it. I'm already in accessory surgery.

"You misunderstand, but I know Her Majesty's merciful will. Even the hostile opponent, once the dispute subsided, did not resent it and did not hate it, let alone have never been shown a willingness to exercise his royal authority to take his life, etc. Think of the civil unrest ahead. Has anyone been convicted of death? Are you? That fact will be the edge of your hopes. I don't care if I'm on your side."

Is this the accessory? Do you mean the true price of a man who triumphs over all-powerful talent?

He captured the insurgents in the king's city in one piece with his tactical talent, and with his military talent he defeated the insurgents approaching the king's capital once and for all. And now he's trying to accomplish a quick crackdown with his tongue talent. There is a great variety of brilliance due to versatility.

Oiva thinks. I thought it might be Marco. I thought you were representing Marco enough.

I also think his brilliance will end here. Next. Connect next, because that's how you scale up your victory because it's Marco Stream. Proxy must move things like that again.

"Don't surrender. Don't surrender ill. For everything you care about."

The soldiers throw away their weapons. And they that were on horseback descend into the earth. Kyoujun spreads. I can hear you crying. There are still many roars. One, kneel down with one again. Sitting back.

In fact, Oiva saw that there would be a minority of people who understood all the accessory language. The contents of the tongue were often directed at nobles and senior knights. I'm guessing it was the primary subject of those who gave their names to the blood letters.

But everyone goes down. Because an escape route was prepared for everyone. It was meant as if obedience to force and authority was a virtue too. There was somewhere to deprive him of his freedom of thought, as if to give him sweet confectionery after whipping him, as if to wrap him in a blanket after showering him with cold water. Oiva thinks as there was the ingenuity of the accessories there.

"Aye, wait!

In it, whose shape as an army sprayed away, but only one horseman spoke differently.

An old armored cavalry. Is it a knight? Even as the surroundings disarm, they enter with spears on horseback, without joining the flow. Without being able to obey anyone, it is a single ride.

It is more of a forceful action than a bold face or a courageous one in an already settled setting. Eyed at who it was, Oiva found an unexpected figure there and opened her eyes. He also opened his mouth.

"I spoke with a cage of hearts and minds against us who wanted to lose, and with that argument I served your heart and soul to rule the war! But there was one objection, and I referenced it as armed while riding here!

Wearing heavy armor that is neither superior nor superior to the old one, such as boneless itself if compared to accessories, the knight must not make himself feel nostalgic for his behavior, good voice and good Oiva.

"The Awkward wants to give his sword to the Count Eteramaki family, Alvo Otara!

He is the father. He is the real father of Oiva. He is Teng Himself, who obtained the Otala surname as a knight.

For the first time in a long time, its appearance appears to have become somewhat smaller, but the stopovers and sidewalks remain unchanged. I guess the smoky ambient reaction hasn't even caught my eye.

Stretching your spine and putting up a spear doesn't make you feel old. Horse walking is laid back and doesn't make you feel like a winner or loser on the battlefield. The presence of the knight in season is smooth and deposited like a sword that has repeatedly been sharpened.

That's... no. That's not action from narrow field of view.

Oiva rethought as she felt her gaze gather against herself. Deepen your breathing by looking only at the front. I no longer found it annoying or hilarious.

That old knight knows everything. There's nowhere to move, even if the perimeter is in your eyes. There must be something heavily underwritten about him, and this must be the path I set myself down. Somehow that convinced me. A roar arose in the back of my throat.

"I want to confirm one thing before I raise an objection! Sir Axeli Arnell, Commander of the Kingsguard Corps! You're not going to be here after you want to rule this place! Let's not be Wang Du! West! Your Majesty leads its mighty army west across the East Dragon River! To support the Uliharsila army and fight the Knights of the Holy Grail!

The response was quick.

"Whatever! Let's hold it off on your own!

Though Oiva was immediately struck by accessories that responded with such finesse.

"Of course it is! How can we overlook that!

And when there was an old knight who challenged the battle alone against five thousand, it was no longer better to look up to heaven.

"Your victory! And I don't shed useless blood! Totally stunning! But that doesn't mean it's all gonna work out! I don't want you to think of me!

I hear a spear swinging. The battle is over.

"There's a kid who dropped off his father on his way to the battlefield! I'm still waiting for you to come home! You can't live or die, this Alvo Otara, if you came down overlooking that the son's father could be attacked! If you're heading west, you can start with the awkward!

Oh, still...... I say that now and in the past without change. All the way. Stubborn.

Oiva closed her eyes with her face in the sky. I can breathe through my nose, and I can't even throw up. My beat sounds strangely loud. I swallowed my spit gobbly.

"... right, though?

If he spoke up and glanced at me, the accessory was turning around with a bitter laugh. Without knowing what look to give, Oiva just nodded slowly and loudly. He was nodding forward. I was starting to walk.

"I can't take the time. You know what I mean?

"Oh...... I know. I know."

Take the spear step by step into your big crotch. I look at my old father in front of me and hear the voice of accessories behind my back.

"Depending on Sir Otara's intentions, I think I might get one out of here! I don't want you to name me, but I want you to know who I am!

"... I see him as my son! You will not take your own spear and see such a father-son confrontation! Is that the modus operandi of the Kingsguard Regiment of the Kingdom of Asuria!

Anger is the voice of the old knight. I can't feel any hesitation or anxiety. Oiva is also not one of the warriors in a spear-held hand. The time is only getting narrower.

"Don't get me wrong! Until you let out the best samurai I know!

This one is on foot and that one is riding. unfavourable. Oiva won't stop walking while she finds out about it. On the contrary, I ran out. I was going to settle for no time to be a spectacle.

A blow. That's enough.

Run with a spear. I don't talk about anything. He also drove his horse over there and put up a spear. That's all right. Even in this war-torn land, all this time is still a battlefield. If you got the blade close to your hand, don't say anything, just wave it. This is the first time I have been a warrior. That is the struggle of those with weapons.

Shit, shake it. Full of spears. Step forcefully into the earth.

The horse passed by spraying hot air and dust. The weight and speed went away. Oiva, at first, is shaking off a spear, and she has not received any blows or spikes on herself. There was an impact. There was still a solid response in both hands.

"Mi... brilliant...!

I fell from my back to the ground and looked down at my painful father. The chest armor is heavily distorted. The helmet is rolling slightly apart. The spear remains gripped but the pattern is shaky and no longer useless. At first glance, it was found to be incapable of combat.

Oiva wiped out her father and drove him down. With such a strong vibration that I try to prevent it unexpectedly.

It was exchanged without the spear tip. He also struck a thick surface without aiming for a gap in the armor. They still thought they would be doing one or two of the fractures. If it falls with heavy equipment, there will be injuries to the ankle and lower back.

"It's a strange thing. Only my youngest son, who I thought was most lacking in martial talent, would survive the war and even flourish with martial arts... and I didn't know he would be the last opponent of my martial arts path"

The old knight pulled out his hipster dagger as he rose his torso, distorting his painful or overwhelmed face. Oiva doesn't get along. Because you don't have to.

"... If you wish, you can inherit Otara's family name. By doing so, your brothers, your father, your grandfather... will live in the martial arts and the lives you have fulfilled in the martial arts will pass through the ages."

With the blade tip of the dagger pointing down his throat, Oiva struck out that tedious hand. It is a stone-piercing spear, in a sigh of sigh. The dagger made a damp noise and rolled to the ground.

"Do what!

"This is what I'm trying to say, Father. What are you dying for?"

I still couldn't decide what look she gave me, and Oiva tried to stick her lower lip out without anything. The jaw pulls. My throat rang gruntly.

"... I'm not going to let my son kill his parents!

"You're similar, if you die in front of me. Please don't. Cool or not, give up and be a rope. No more resistance than losing."

"So... there's no place for you."

"Not really. I'm not following the kind of guy who flatly orders a parent-killer."

I said what I wanted, and with that I broke up the conversation. Signal and call my men. Let the rope strike. Oiva finally told him, not to put into sight the figure of his father, who would be exchanged but would remain.

"Maybe it's going to be tough times for old people, but, well, show him off. They say a lot... because Marco is a great guy. Really."

Oiva returned to the line of Kingsguards as she tried to bite her back teeth and raise and lower her cheeks.

"That was a tremendous move I've never seen."

I frowned and said back at the accessories I laughed and said.

"I'll take care of it. As you can see."

I was laughed at, and Oiva laughed a little bit about it again.

And I was looking west neither way. The fog clears up from there.

The wind was blowing from that direction of the great river.