Fly the Flag of Fire!

"How can a woman not be a knight in the kingdom of Asuria?"

"Hmm, isn't it because you're weak?

In response to the girl's desperate question, the big man said softly. She enjoyed a long exhalation as she bounced her eyebrows and grabbed her fist at an answer that was not what she had hoped for or expected without consideration.

"... Sure, I'm weak. I know that."

Put your hands on your arms full of fights, say. An archery of bamboo bundle swords was conducted day and night at the escort's branch, and she, the clerk, was allowed to participate as well. I mean, this big guy bought me the willingness, but every time I join him, he just ends up getting hit dozens of times.

Around the well, members of the group who have also finished their archery are thoughtfully remiss, cooling their wounds with water, and flowering in martial arts rigging. Men of war. Compared to that, such as myself, I'm just a little girl who's good at calculations and stone throwing, and no matter how bamboo bundle swords I wave, I'm no match for anyone.

Especially this big guy, the girl bit her lower lip.

Oiva Otala, captain of Hackinen Guard Unit IV. Now that the first and second units have been disbanded, he is the commander in action of the regiment alongside former Sergeant Yarucco of the third unit. He called himself a blacksmith and said that he was actually sure of his skill, but had only recently wielded a gavel to the extent of his holiday hobby.

And strong. Not the strongest of the regiment, but there's no losing first. The strongest thing the girl had ever seen was Lt. Axeli Arnell, but that sword-style was sharp and diverse and overwhelming by flirting with opponents. Oiva is the opponent whose accessory could not be won.

I can't move. No matter what I get punched in, I get no shard upset. And they attack slowly. What I thought I was pushing at first would sometime become one another and eventually knock it down as if swallowing it.

The accessories were the ones that ended the game with a press all the time by continuing to attack, but there was no way I could do that to the girl. I was overwhelmed when I realized it. The sword of a big man with a breathless body and even a grin was felt by something enormous. It doesn't change no matter how many times I try. The blow you get after you experience a loss creaks on your skeleton.

"Oh, you're weak. I don't mind the sword muscle... well, it's powerless."

But what does it mean that words also hurt, and the girl regrets something. I wonder if it's candid. I guess it's accurate. I know.

"... but I'm not the kind of woman who can make up for her weakness with skill."

"Well, you're here. But if it's powerful, we can fight harder, right?

I can't even argue that the most powerful person in the regiment told me that.

"Well, isn't that... then in command? You think the Everian Empire now also has a female Knights Commander? It's not supposed to be the knight's power to do anything with his sword."

"Because the Empire is killing a lot of good military men in that battle... don't you mean you have no choice but to be understaffed? If the noble ladies treat the army in a social mood, I won't, I won't. Really."

Oiva waved as if to pay for something disgusting. She is more curious about what she has seen in the past than what she thinks about what has been said. That is not the purpose at all.

"So what... how can you form a merit name in a woman's body?

"Uh... do you ask me that? Me, I don't even have a name in the paper... no, I don't want to... I do... you know... marry someone famous, or have that kid?

"Whatever the marriage as a result of merit! I can't believe we're getting married for merit!

A big man turned his back on his rough voice. The girl held her mouth down hah, but what is it, and the men gather around her. Some of them were near naked, rather than half naked, and while I find it cozy not to be treated specially because I'm a woman, I was also a girl who didn't think to bluff dirty things.

"Well, hey, were you from Kiko Village?"

Either my men got together and rebuilt their attitude, or the big man rode himself out and talked to me. The girl is alert. Unlike the unscrupulous attitude we had earlier, it means that we're going to attack something.

"I was hoping to hear it. Hey, was Marco popular with the village daughters?

There she is, the girl thought. Take a battle stance.

"... Marco was special. I'm two years older than him, but I've never thought of him as the same kid. Same goes for the other kids. He's everyone's Marco, not popular or anything like that."

I thought hard and mouthed the answer, but apparently the big man didn't like the content. When I shook my head like a bore, I mentioned something outrageous.

"You're not. He had the eyes of a guy he was used to. I know this kind of thing right away. See?"

Ask your surroundings for consent, get some snorts, and then I assure you.

"Holding and killing are both pretty good, he is."

I didn't know what I was talking about at first, but it worked out a little bit, and it made the girl furious.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God... that's not what Marco would do! You know, killing it, it's, it's so strong and there might be... so, hold it... there's no such thing!

After the big man leaned back more than just now, he seemed to start consulting his surroundings and so on with a whisper that was too loud. The content also pisses off the girl. "I don't know what I said," but "I thought whoever killed him would be a village," and he asked for help with an eight-letter eyebrow.

"Well, what... it was a misunderstanding. Sorry."

She is also a girl whose nose is rough and who hears the apology.

"He's so strange. Maybe that's what this is about, too. No offense."

It is Oiva who bows his head with a face that is truly troubled. But my mouth moves.

"But what is it? I knew I couldn't put it in the corner. It felt like it."

"... Well, Marco is special."

"Right. If you fell in love with him, you're in trouble too. Yeah. Oh, my God."

She is a girl who snorted dangerously. If you stare at me kickingly, this big man who doesn't know if he's honest or insensitive is more of a snort and has trouble reacting.

"I don't think so."

"This is a refinement without meh. My muscles aren't bad. I'm talking about how he's doing."

I heard something rash and serious.

"What, have you heard from me?!? Doh, how!?

"Ugh? No, well, it's natural to have one or two contacts. I don't know how, well, what... my ancient familiarity is so... ah, it has nothing to do with the regiment. I'm not telling you anymore, I'm not telling you."

I don't like anything, and it's Oiva, whining about the escape and disappearing so much into the branch office. The girl who is left often stands up, but breathes small and enters the building herself. She is a clerk.

After a break called Archery with a Bamboo Bundle Sword, the girl started fighting the paperwork again.

She doesn't know much about what the world's mercenary organizations are like, but she still finds that the work of this hackinen convoy is very different from that in general. He's a half-official street guardian and a merchant who doesn't have a merchant's sign. It protects places where the leadership does not protect it and also reaches out to places where the merchants do not reach out. It is not the accomplishment of the territorial government that the territory of Earl of Hellevi became a land pattern on the north side and resistant to cold damage. It is a feat of the convoy.

So Kiko Village can enjoy peace and abundance.

Only one village can be peaceful and rich. Tangible intangible property is targeted and taken if it stands out. Someone grieving for hunger, someone grieving for the hunger of a child, someone grieving for the hunger of a grandchild… stripping their fangs against someone who does not share the profits. Where the territorial law forbids it, if it decides that it is more worthwhile to attempt than to ensure imminent death, then man runs for the crime.

The girl thought of Marco. That was a while ago, a classroom landscape I took under that big tree in Kiko Village. A dark-haired angel, born in a border village, was teaching the girls with mysterious blue eyes.

That was a dream time. Because you taught me your dream.

It was a class where the world, which was closed within a small village, was separated in a year with crops and there was no further ahead, both of which were liberated to a wide and large extent. It's not something unrelated to me about the land I haven't seen yet and tomorrow, I can move on with my own... so confident the girl lives ahead of her dreams now.

(But I'm still on my way... more, something more could be done... I'm sure)

To that end, it is first and foremost the document in front of you.

Girls use their good calculations and fight. It is a duty, a responsibility, and above all a joy, to do all that is entrusted to it, even though this will make it a merit. Because dreams are fun as dreams again until they come true.

There's only one dream she has. It must be to be a hero, his, to stand near that side.

(I know I'm definitely not in the eye right now, but someday, I'm sure...!

A certain alliance by the young women of Kiko Village, one step ahead of them, is certain… When the girl smiles invincibly, she writes letters and numbers on the face with intensity as if to ravage the enemy.

"... already, out of the way!

The girl threw momentum into the scum cage, the foreign body occasionally mixed with the paperwork. Ten or twenty similar things have already been discarded. If I had indulged in those contents, or maybe I could have seen another path to merit for the girl. Whether or not you choose that path.

They are all love sentences.

The girl, who turns fourteen this year, had already become known throughout town for her beauty, although she was tired of her clerical work and martial arts archaeology.

It was only a year after that that that Marco returned from among the horse thieves.