Fly the Flag of Fire!

Matthias Herlevi, who ruled the territory of the Count of Herlevi, northeast of the Kingdom of Aslia, was still engaged in his affairs with unshakeable conviction, even if it became an inscription on which everyone in his official capacity would have fallen asleep.

Write with your spine extended. He sipped hot water, sipped snacks, and just poured more oil of lighting. I have to get rid of one more cage of paperwork within tonight. How can I sleep without completing the day's work that I have imposed on myself?

"A yearly request for relief? Why should we give preferential treatment to those who do not fulfil their obligations? Do something stupid. We don't have to know before we get results, we have to wait until we fail, etc... there's more to it than that!

Solo is everyday. The village's name was inscribed on another sheet, and the letter itself unleashed itself into a cage of the same kind.

"An increase in the leadership? I don't understand how a military thing can be costly to maintain. You idiot. My territory supports the front line. We need it! That's what we do with the front-line force at normal times! Dumb!"

Write down your willingness to reject it with the intention of scolding those who have raised it. The brush pressure is slightly strengthened.

"I don't know... I don't know anything! Abominable!"

Throw the indignation on your tongue and throw up. It doesn't matter now that there are people to listen to. My hands tremble in my stomach. I write them down. There will be no less work and more abomination.

"Damn, and always this guy...... just do the prescribed job for the prescribed amount! Half or two servings are the same in the sense that neither is one! You idiots!

I have one to stare at after I spit. It is a report about an organization.

The organization's name is Hackinen Guards. It is a group of private soldiers who use false family names as signs and bind the thin dirty mercenaries to possess violence.

Despite the fact that less than a year has passed since its inception, the territory has not known the existence of a convoy of escorts. It demonstrates a disproportionate presence by consorting with a large number of merchants, who look like the guardians of the streets to counter the leadership in what they mistake. Besides, Ichii welcomes it without thinking about it.

"You Daniel Hackinen......!!

Its name, which, if spoken, sounds cursed, belongs to the kingdom nobility who launched a private army group. The man has neither the territory nor the office of what is baron is the title. But in the kingdom he is the head of a house of special fame.

Hackinen “Viscount” and his eldest son… In the war ahead, Hackinen's parents and children said they threw their lives for the brave and died in a spectacular war. It's one of those occasions that gets particular attention among the brave legends that receive enthusiastic praise.

It is a false story created by the Church. Regardless, the king, the Four Horsemen of the kingdom, including Matthias, shall know the truth. In fact, he said he had just had a miserable death after a shameful escape and a loss of will.

The two dead and Matthias had face-to-face knowledge. That is natural if you are a nobleman with a title. And the impression wasn't a bad one.

Though all parents and children were passive and unremarkable about what was going on, it was because they were loyal to the royal power and discreet personages, leading the army to the front line. Be responsible for supplies in the rear. I was doing my duty with integrity. It seemed that they were often turned in the shadows of the loud voices and ate the cracks, but they see what they see.

Which means they were enough to trust. That's why I mourned knowing the ugliness. I wondered if what appeared at the time of Seto of Life was the real thing and essence.

Daniel Hackinen is the second son who survived not being on the battlefield and succeeded the housekeeper.

Good until I returned my title for fear of sin with my father and brother. The king did not destroy the house from the special victory and bestowed the Baron. It was meant to protect the prestige of the kingdom and to take account of the Church, but there was certainly a king's warmth there.

But what do you say?

Daniel Hackinen, who turned his back to the public in a cage behind the mansion, even though he was unlike the baron, who still bore the responsibility of protecting the kingdom. It was unforgivable apathetic and irresponsible.

Even though he was urged to exercise voluntary caution, he was not forbidden to take up a new position, nor was he confiscated of his property. There would also be a way if I thought of trying to help for the country. Matthias also assumed that he would receive some sort of plea. And in doing so, it was an abdominal cumulation that passed firmly to the center.

You mean Hackinen's blood muscles are still only to that extent... when Matthias began to have a sense of contempt, one opportunity came. The plea is both a plea and a plea from the merchant. This is a demand for anti-horse thieves.

Whose word was it to poison?

Matthias sought to resolve the matter by sending another to himself. He pressed Daniel Hackinen into a plea. It's a name that handles pleadings without increasing territorial spending. Whether you do it well or not, in any case, it means you can make the neglected Baron family a part of the consular government.

That's how this happened.

I see, the Hackinen Guard was launched as an organization to combat horse thieves. It is true that Matthias could also be said to have informally held it back. But it's bigger than I expected...... it's getting bigger. It spreads across the territory as if it were a highly fertile plant. And I can't forbid that. Because I have a sense that it is I who sowed the seed.

"Well, you don't have to be so blind. If you think you're putting a bunch of unreliable people together to work."

It was Accelli Arnell who said that the other day.

He is a lieutenant in the leadership who sent him to find out how things were going, and although he feels a noseless dishonesty at every end of his attitude, he is a clever military man who performs and accomplishes unquestionably any task.

"If logistics in the territory is delayed, there will be a negative impact on the barracks. The idea is to have a lead army for the munitions and an escort regiment for the civilian needs. Not right away. But let's broil any horse thief out. I understand your concern that mercenaries have power, but I can't go wrong with your concern there."

The tone was still unpleasant compared to that of an exemplary military man in Matthias' mind, but it is also this man's hatred where the discomfort does not exceed the limits of patience.

The reins are in hand, and surveillance is not neglected... it is only then that Matthias painstakingly tolerates a group of private soldiers who will be hackinen escorts. Nor do we acknowledge that it is beneficial for the economy in the territory, but there is no fun in that violence, which is not embedded in the territorial government, is increasing in scale every day.

"Whatever if I were to reflect from the bottom of my heart and submit to the king's glory, in the minute I was trying to be unfaithful...!

I look at the report, which I can't even ignore angrily, and I curse it even if I make it a dedicated cage.

"... If you can work like this, how can you try to get a public position first! What makes order so easy for you to follow the right path! Don't be silly!!

Breathe heavily, and Matthias sighed. While on duty, he leaves himself untouched on his back, staring at the center of the ceiling as he unravels the burning lights of his brush hand.

Will the anomaly become the norm in and out of the realm, at the edge and center of the country, everywhere? Wouldn't it distort the foundations of the country? Maybe it's just vague anxiety... but Mathias' chest just gets more anxious with each passing year.

So, what do we do? How do you calm down inside your restless chest?

It's better than working. What else can I do to fulfill my responsibilities? He is entrusted with one of the ten divisions of the kingdom. It is just to spare no time to keep working while you sleep. There is no question.

I lay on my sleeping table, getting more and more impossible, and I welcomed myself in the morning. Be able to work with efficiency. And take the brush faster than anyone else in the realm, and put the brush slower than anyone in the realm. Matthias believes that is what the most high-ranking powerful person in the territory should look like.

"Is there poison in the pop pills? Oh, White Transparency. This is ridiculous. It's nothing but slander on such shallow grounds. Moreover, there is malice that causes anxiety to the people. Investigate the provenance of this appeal and deal with it as the law dictates!

Receive reports, make decisions, and give orders. I don't have time to work alone during the day.

"What, you say it's another request for additional transportation of military supplies? Is that a loss recovery? If not, deal with it as usual! If it's a letter to the Earl of Salmant, I'd like you to tell him to fire a soldier with a big meal! That war idiot! It's time to give up!

Yell scatter and moisten your dry throat with white water. In the meantime, the eyes follow the letters and the head organizes the information. It also deals with cases of the kind that would not otherwise reach the Lord Matthias. I can also hear the slander of being cramped and inefficient, but it's not what I found out. That is the Earl of Hellevy Leadership.

Hear reports that are intense, but therefore do not want to hear them, and force them to decide what they do not want to think about. One such case is coming in again today, and Matthias deepens the frown wrinkles.

"... Lieutenant Arnell, report again. What did Sir say now?

Without expecting this grump, the man with the floating wind speaks out in front of him, "Then again" and so on.

"His Excellency the Baron was single and headed to the border village. It looks like a private visit, unrelated to the work of the convoy."

"I mean... is that it? Does that mean there's been another baron vice? Picking wild flowers, etc."

"Oh, no, I don't know about that. To the best of my knowledge, the Baron no longer plays that hand, because he has clean days as if he were a priest. He's a drunk. He's a man."

"... have you changed your taste?

"... you never expected to hear such a word from your Excellency. You have experience?

"Say stupid! I have a wife and a son. Turn to me!

"Or have you changed your taste?"

"You... Huh!!

Matthias was about to yell, but he indulged in it by the inch. The soldier in front of me is shaking. I'm having a laugh attack. This man has this. There's a bad habit of eliciting this reaction and having fun!

"... Enough! Anyway, keep watching closely! Regardless of the Baron, investigate and report on the others!

"Yes, I understand."

Matthias dropped off the soldier, smiling and shaking his shoulders. Competent but still angry man. No, should I say that it is only angry if you are competent?

Now, where politics is dealt with, the content is cumbersome in a broad way, and the powerful are required to deal with them resolutely with authority based on kingship. I don't have time to stick to an unexplained case, and I don't have time to be outraged at my ill-advised subordination. The result is everything. Matthias must continue to deliver results.

"Hmmm...... that's the problem with horse thieves, overall, the results here are not bad. Not good. Sounds like policy outcomes are gradually coming to fruition."

With his eyes closed on some of the numbers, Matthias shrugged. Exhale. I think I lost a little of my shoulder strength.

"Next! Report on the unmoving salt price of any price!

Raise your voice.

To clean up a troublesome but responsive job with more mountains overlapping on top of the pile.