Fly the Flag of Fire!

"You're probably a clever one, too."

Oiva spoke to the 10-year-old in front of her as she mocked her jaw with her sweaty hands.

"Because it's a bamboo bundle sword. If it's a real sword, you can't shake it."

Mixed with other men, he uses a hand wipe beside the well, but his body is chilled around, whereas this brunette boy wipes his sweat. I see it's still fleshy of a child to observe that half naked body. It's not enough to wave an iron weapon.

There's something emotional about how small we were when we met. It's Oiva. He was also talking about bamboo bundle swords in the dojo that chilly night. It's funny because after four years, those who were seemingly young enough to fear the way home will look quite a bit older.

Not to mention for Oiva, who has the title Hackinen Escort Unit IV, this bigeye boy can also be said to be a boss more than a captain. That is where all executives know even if there is no name in the organization chart.

Marco in the village of Kiko.

He is responsible for the manufacture of the famous drug "White Transparency Training", which is not known to the Kingdom of Asuria. The recent ones are graded by effect, the expensive and superior ones are for nobility, and the cheap and inferior ones are spread to small and medium-sized villages. It is being recognized as a constant medication. It is rumored that Count Hellevy also paints his head day and night.

And he is the shadow captain of the "Hackinen Guard", which is now approaching a thousand registered mercenaries. It is a combat group recognized by the Lords, headed by that Hackinen family and sponsored by a large number of merchants. I haven't had a solid job and trust is immense. The regiment is not involved in the logistics within Hellevy territory, but acts as a half-public force.

He is also in a position to serve with one eye on the "illegal organization" headed by Beltran. At one time it was a beltran that was totally lurking in the ringing, but suddenly it started a war of force, which in the last two years or so has led to the building of a major force in the back society. Its influence extends not only to the territory, but also to other territories. There are also many skilled members of the organization.

Taken together, we see the magnitude of Marco's presence in the territory of Earl of Hellevi.

A giant.

But it's an invisible giant. None of the names of Marco have been made public. Regardless of the illegal organization, there is Baron Daniel Hackinen on the sign as well as the Hackinen Guard. Even if you looked into the White Transparency Training, the name you hear is Rauli is exquisite, and even if you cross the secret ahead, it will end with the name of Herman, the village chief of Kiko Village.

Marco's title is still only "son of the village chief". It's a degree of recognition that "there was such a thing" if you try it on Oiva, but that's probably the same for Marco himself.

In fact, Marco has made it clear that he will not succeed to the position of village chief in the village of Kiko. The attacking of the village chief position is only recommended in the laws of the Kingdom of Aslia, and whoever may take up the village chief position with the consent of the villagers. I guess it was understood among fathers and sons to take that method. My mother didn't seem to know until the end.

Marco's mother died last spring. He said the direct cause was lung disease, which was a tranquility at the end of a decade of sickness. The story came from Lauri, who attended the funeral, but thank goodness the cause of the long-overdue illness was in Marco's birth. There is an oddity to be told and noticed. Whether prolific prolific death was a rural reality, Marco was an only child, not as old as his father. His mother was also old.

Oiva dreamed of being a parent. If you want a child, you can hardly get one, and you are finally given a son of a petition late...... you want to give up your position and position.

But if that son is Marco, I don't think he talks about it either, Oiva. It was time to put my hand out of my aching jaw. I was hit when I confronted him one-on-one. I couldn't possibly keep it in my own hands no matter how I scratched it, such as my son, who did this at the age of ten.

"... well, it's a big deal that I made it. It can't be easy for me to get out of a five-man enclosure unharmed. Except for the spear."

"You're a boulder. If Mr. Oiva had joined us, they would have done it."

"Ha, you don't know that, do you? If you get your crotch ripped off, you're the enemy."

Remembering earlier games, Oiva laughed.

Five men erected bamboo bundle swords on each, while Marco confronted each other with one on both hands and one on the left and right of his hips, wearing a total of four bamboo bundle swords. The five wary of the anomaly besieged Marco, but its arrow tip, which he tried to hang simultaneously, Marco threw each of the bamboo bundle swords in his hand diagonally forward.

Marco tried to roll and ran to the foot of one of the fronts while the two thrown rushed to knock him off. Prevent the blow to be swung down with a bamboo bundle sword pulled out to your left hand, while at the same time grinding your feet with a right hand pull out. And he went around sullen and people's feet in that low position, and in the end, he struck a blow in everyone's feet and hands.

The men have several causes of defeat. That I became wary of the next throw because I was first thrown a bamboo bundle sword. That the sword muscle had to be monotonous because it got low at my feet. That others had difficulty wielding their swords because those at their feet would try to fight to cover them. And most importantly, Marco understood the winning factor for him. I was moving not to let the men show their strength.

That doesn't mean that Marco is weak in frontal warfare either. Oiva felt it in her jaw, facing it one-on-one after one to five, but she was just slipped up in minimal motion where she gently targeted her hand that she would be tired, or hit in the jaw as she was. It hurt.

"If you're just running around, you can still do something about it... no, you're saying something sweet"

"Well, if you have the strength, what can you do about it?

That's not even Mr. Oiva's footing.

"I'm ten years old. But you can ride a horse, right? How's the ride coming?

"I choose the bow. I know the range and the power, but if you're wrong."

"Then there won't be any convulsions either. You just have to leave it to the people around you to wield the pattern."

The men around him are also nodding umm at Oiva's words. I haven't brought any recruits. Everyone knows the battlefield. They are members of the Hackinen Escort Unit IV. That means Oiva's men. The village of Kiko at this time today is garrisoned with 100 of the total 228 troops of the fourth unit. Military horses for all are also managed in the village pasture. I also disguised myself in four degrees about the assembly.

There is only one task.

It is the destruction of horse thieves.

A light cavalry thief who vandalizes the Earl of Hellevy's territory even when he appears out of nowhere. It is also the reason for the inauguration of the Hackinen Guard, a lodging enemy who has had numerous skirmishes over the past two years. Though its identity had long been riddled with mystery, even though it had the smell and operational ability not to be considered just a thief.

A transparent giant named Marco captured it. It was the market for salt that was cut off.

It is recognised that the State has jurisdiction over all trade in salt in the Kingdom and that its market is arbitrarily increased or decreased by national circumstances. The state treasury looks clear at the price of salt. When reconstruction projects flourished after the restoration of the land, both the country and the people were exhausted, so they first changed at commonsense prices. And if where the force was put, it would be expensive if it leaned towards restructuring the national army... that's what everyone expected, and it actually happened temporarily, but prices start to relax at some point. It's the beginning of Marco's discomfort.

Marco, who went to the territorial capital to find out the market... at which point the establishment of the escort was planned... said he was convinced of the existence of “dark salt”. There must be large quantities of salt out there on a regular basis that are different from those of national jurisdiction. Huge amounts of money are pouring into its origins, he said.

The conclusions reached by Marco, who grasped the logistics in the territory, grasped the extent of the horse thieves' raids and the size of the troops, and grasped all the information in the back society, were shocking.

There is a hiding place for horse thieves in the absence of the Heavenly Mountains, which possesses a ranch and a rock salt mine. Wholesale destinations for the dark salt are the two northwestern realms of the kingdom, namely the Earl of Salmant and the Earl of Peterius on the front line. The total number of cavalry maintained is around a little over a thousand from five hundred. It operates as a military organization under one powerful commander.

And perhaps... it has something to do with the old Salomon army.

Oiva can vividly recall Marco's face when he uttered his last conclusion. The location is the main guard headquarters of the territorial capital. It is in the midst of an array of executives named Daniel, who also serves as the Commander of the regiment and the Captain of the first unit, Lauri, the Chief of the non-combat unit, Accelli, the Captain of the second unit, Yarucco, the Captain of the third unit, and Oiva, the Captain of the fourth unit.

As a form, it was close to laughing.

His eyes were narrowed, his mouth arced on the upper string, slightly oblivious, but his shoulders were not stretched, if not weakened. The voice color also sounded like a clear bell sound. There was a beautiful boy as usual.

But even though it was... everyone was breathtaking.

If it's Oiva's sense to describe her, it's the Tenjin Blade. One of the few common appearances in the mythology of the Church and in picture stories. A horrific wave of cursing and killing those who wield it and those who wield it without distinction. A ruin in the form of a blade, said to be both the great sword that the Evil Demon King had and the spear of those who fought for the Evil Demon King.

There is no way there is such a thing. Even if it was in the age of mythology, such things can't be lost and remain. But what if that's what's happening in this world right now... isn't it such a distraction? That's what Oiva felt.

It was a moment. There are secrets, such as this, especially as they relate to the old Salomon army. None, and the agenda quickly moved on to the drafting of concrete measures for the crusade against horse thieves. But it burns in the back of your brain and the kind of shock that struck your soul never goes away. Without knowing what words I should describe my emotions at that time, I only recall that it was an unforgettable experience.

And Oiva looks right in front of her. The boy's expression is shady.

It is not a patrol from cowardice. The boy is worried about the impoverishment of his flesh. I guess a lot of what I felt in working with the members was inadequate and unintentional for him. I don't know how much it's based on, and I don't know how much I expected from myself.

But do you realize that? Both hands and legs have an unusual increase in strength while doing this, and let's do it. That you are deafening your will.

"... So are you sure?

That was a rare voice color for Marco, so Oiva got a little carried away. It's the color of looking at us out of fear and reluctance. I don't feel comfortable with this. You can't let go of the temper you showed at the convoy headquarters that day, now and knowing both Marco.

"Fine! Sure, sure!

Oiva said away, messing with Sarasala's soft dark hair with a washer.

"Why don't we go kill the horse thief together! Hey, you guys!

The men answered with a drink. One succeeding palm approached Marco, bashing his back and shoulders, making a sound of joy that was supposed to keep his life together. Marco, who was only a boy to them, was greeted as one brave warrior in a match with the Bamboo Sword and questioning Oiva.

It's a bitter and rough landscape. Speaking of farce, it would be farce. With the discipline of the regiment, it's a story that only needs to be ordered to "keep Marco on the same path" in the upper stages. But Oiva thinks this is fine. This is what I prefer. It seems like a bloodless creature, such as an emotional relationship. War must also count the deaths of allies in the accounts in order to make enemy deaths, but that is why I always want to be a human being.

"Thank you. It hurts. Nice to meet you. Your shoulders aren't stiff."

Marco is laughing, even as he gets rubbed. I'm laughing around too. Do you realize that? That everyone already sees Marco not as a "soldier” but as a “general”.

One man with the charm to attract and arouse the warriors... isn't that the general? That's what Oiva believes. I don't know if I have that talent, but Marco definitely has it. Besides, he's not the most talented general in line. Or more upwards...... maybe it's something Oiva can't even tell you from. Maybe he's a giant even in the military.

I don't know, but it's not funny on top of this.

Oiva was once again mocking her jaw, looking at a swelling group that was likely to soon develop into a multiplication of waters about what she had ridden badly.