Fly the Flag of Fire!

"I just happen to have a war all over my tits...... I don't like it"

"I don't know what I hate, I wish. There's no such thing as an empire."

"Yes, they do. How many people do you think my family was killed? Those guys are killers!

"The Imperial soldier killed the brave man. The demon killed the Imperial soldier. The kingdom killed the demon."

"Oh, don't say good things. You're right, we must be the strongest."

Livestock rings. Spread out sounds that have no benefits while eating bait. Even if the poet feels elegant in the sound of the wind, he does not show interest in these elephant sounds. But neither is the phenomenon of the world, rather it is this one that has the true depth of taste... the man licking the liquor cup in the stall, alone, listening to the noise of folk grass in his headscarf.

Green towel beltran. He is now sitting on his back with the mess of Chitoga Osho.

"It's about too late, right? We should have gone in sooner."

"You talk too much. Atashi's house and town were worn out."

"That's what I regret. We won and we didn't kill one of their towns."

"Sort of. But I don't know what else to do. Because there was a demon."

"Yes, you must stop the demon first to live in peace."

This neighborhood, lined with several stalls, gradually gathers people from dusk onwards, wrapped in the heat of people and food even when the sky is dark. The lights have raised their faces and plates here and there, and they have seeped the gloomy world together into the night. It is an alley that does not accept the darkness, that simply cannot reject it, and that vaguely claims raw.

"Is the Church still on our side this time?

"That would be right. How can you be an enemy? We defeated the demon, didn't we?

"No, because... you don't have a brave man, this time. Why aren't you here?"

"Well, you... aren't you a brave man because you don't come out so easily?

"The princess is married, too. I wish. Well, there are two more, Princess."

Who is it that nobody and he are releasing words from? When you realize that you are part of a nation, is it for you or for you? Beltran finds it intriguing, even as he discusses the answer in the tones around him...... laughs. I have the joy of getting in.

Because it's good air. This is very nice air.

Momentum is chosen over stray. Expectations are higher than anxiety. It's a fever. The public wants it to run away. Beltran is well aware of this fever. A drunken disease that narrows its horizons and thoughts by wanting itself.

"Oh, shit, I wonder when it starts!

"Totally, totally. I'm gonna wuss you!

"Now it's our turn to attack!

Fever. A belligerent disease. Predicting victory, hoping for violence, convinced of justice and dreaming of ravages. I would have even tasted the almighty feeling early already. That's what it is. Beltran can't stand it. That overconfidence is what brings war!

There were those who approached without footsteps from behind. It does not notice or react, it is just a beltran that wets its lips with alcohol. Someone made sure to peek into the stall and show only the side to the beltran, whining small "get ready". I will not reply. I just stood up with one piece of white copper coin on the tabletop.

As if to be subjected to the illumination and heat of the incineration, Beltran walks down the alley to the dark side. The evening breeze is already mixed with coolness. He immediately proceeded without hesitation through the disturbing air, stopping in view of a single building.

It's a two-story wooden building. The lights are shaking at the end of the house with a rusty appearance of tea. What are you doing in a place where people are not busy? The old sign seems to indicate some sort of roommate, but this darkness also makes it difficult to identify the letters and dirt. It stands as if conceived of danger and nodded in darkness.

In the shadow obsessed by the door, there are those who kill signs and lurk. Black-clad outfits are not usual. It's the blade that kills people that straps around your hips. But that's the same thing with Beltran, a long sword he can't rely on compared to his favorite sword, but the slallies and the white blades that show up are coldly illuminated with killing intentions. A single blade.

Beltran nods to the shadows and shows them, and the shadows quietly open the doors. A green wind blew inside.

A man on the face rounded his eyes, nose and mouth wide, but before his inhaled breath was pushed out of his belly, he broke his shake out bacilli and neck. I can see my back in the kitchen. There are signs in the toilet, too. I pointed to that, but it's early, or two blackheads run from behind the beltran.

I go up the stairs as I hear the results on my back with sound. The door next door was about to open. Drop the neck you finally peeked from there as it was. I quickly stepped into the room, taking turns with it as it erupted redness and blackness.

"Become!? Oh, you."

I was grasping the sheath of my sword. I cut off that arm and rip my throat with a knife to return it. I kicked it down and slashed away the cutouts that had grown from the sides, which just rang with the puppy puppy. I dropped my fingers for a small amount of work, or I immediately slashed them, but I was prevented from doing so. It becomes imminent.

"You... of the sandblazer!

Returns only a glance at the man's words and strikes down the man's sword with a twilight. Avoid stepping on a few rolling skin tones. The man grabbed him with his missing finger, but he snapped his stomach like a mistake. I started giving you a creepy noise. Forsake that. The hand that accompanied the peak of the sword was hot in the wake of the red that had fallen through it.

"Oh, wow, wow"

Look down at that skinny man in a monastic outfit. My butt seems to have glued to the floor and I'm desperately trying to retract my body with both arms. They limited both legs as unreliable. At the end of the day, Beltran predicted with small praise that it would also be used in the jaw. Obsession with life is a reversal of fear of death.

"I wonder who you are. I don't even look like a shipmaster."

A man who does not wait for a reply and roars in a voice if he is not yet... I will look back at the man who is scattering my fingers and all sorts of things on the floor and mow his neck. Those who slashed near the entrance are already quiet. I don't hear any more noises from anybody else.

"Are you a church person?

If he turned to the water, the skinny man shook his neck vertically with the momentum he was likely to lift.

"Right, a church person? If so, why are you here? Do you have any idea who this man is?

red tangled tip, pointing to what was the owner of that red. It was only at this time tonight that I exchanged my swords, and that encounter is already over with the most (one connection) life and death. But Beltran knew this man very well.

Shipwrecker...... On the surface is a water transporter in Chitoga Osho, using riverboat transport in the east and west tributaries as a sign job. Behind you, however, as a river thief, you are vandalizing the East Dragon River, and that is the violent organization called HQ. Although there are several similar illegal organisations, it is among them the mariners who are known for their ferocity. The leader is this man.

"Wow, I, as a mission of the Church, broke the law and lost him... HI!?

It is a beltran that blocked the speech that began by shaking off the blood of the sword. Then remove the cloth and wipe the blade. Kneel to the skinny man's side as he wipes.

"If we're going to talk about pre-construction, we have to kill him. Because I'm a devout man... I can't stand the fact that I worked illegally in front of God's messenger. If Jian-Mae is going to hunt me down, I'm going to have to decide that I didn't have everything. What a shame."

The statement I'm making as I look at my body is also to look at my opponent over the blade. The skinny man was shaking sadly blue when he saw it. This kind of accommodation is vulnerable to my own pain. Whether you wear fur on a tiger's back or not, it's because there's cold, painful soft skin underneath. Beltran thought a long time ago. Foxes are everywhere.

"Chi, no...... yes, it's really not!

"Oh, no."

"That's right, no! I've come to negotiate with him... with him as a thief!

As the smell of iron rust filled, the skinny man rang in the squeal.

The church is trying to connect with the river thief. Make it a supply, make it a soldier, because the front line is supported by two land routes and two waterways, so let's influence one of them. Its influence is also known only by river thieves, but it would produce an unexpected great effect if combined with the political power of the Church. The war stalls could be gripped.

(It is also possible to seal the fortifications on the surface of the land… or to wither away)

Properly listening to Peppy and his squeaky voice, Beltran was thinking of a frightening blue eye behind his brain. The present God, who looks over a thousand miles and sees everything, has finished saying everything in advance, both beyond and behind what is spoken in front of him now. It is also a shame to confirm this time. Beltran is just waiting.

I just had a feeling of covert satisfaction. It is a feeling that my work has helped the Lord to foresee.

Because the cut-off in the first place is Beltran's Gikilrosa exploratory row.

Beltran, who traveled extensively through the kingdom in search of her footprints, experienced one oddity in it. Signs of homeland noticed fuzzy due to behavior and tone… There are many unidentified Eberian imperialists living in the kingdom. And I'm not a former war slave. It was a clear understanding because it was a beltran with a past that was also a slave and was looking for such slaves.

I am a clandestine immigrant. And those who entered after the Holy Flame Festival. I haven't seen that in my life.

The land that connects the Kingdom of Asuria to the Eberian Empire is a place of disaster. The fronts of both countries are not stupid enough to miss the exotics crossing there. To the north of the plain, some stretches thinly from the enchanted “Phantom Forest” in the northwestern part of the continent, and the steep heavenly mountains lie ahead like walls. To the south this is also the magic realm, the "Purple Cloud Sea”, which stretches out the sea plains and does not allow any ship to sail.

If there's only one way to get to and from the two countries, it's the Holy Grail Island. Its church-owned island, south of the Purple Cloud Sea, secures sea routes that connect the south of the two countries through the east-west headlands. I have a special ship for that.

But there is only one special ship that could have been built by the miracle of the “saints", and its voyage is also often restricted except around the island. You can only cross the Purple Cloud Sea by the shortest sea route sandwiched between the Cape and the Cape, or even that is difficult depending on the sea conditions.

Still not impossible. Only the Church can carry people in unknown places in both countries. And if there is a verse where such a clandestine immigrant carries out military intelligence, you can see the Church's thoughts watermarked there.

"I guess the Church doesn't want us to win the kingdom"

No one was surprised to hear that word of Marco. The time was nearly five years before now, and the place was in the conference room of the Hackinen Escort Headquarters in the territorial capital of Hellevy. All the executives who took the oath under his ministry stepped on, and Beltran was there again. Marco, then eight years old, was rushed from the village of Kiko to the capital. I reported the failure and details of the search line, and I was ordered to do so urgently.

Terrible word.

It was the Church that saved the kingdom from the onset of the war, and it was and still is in close relationship with the First Princess that it influences the country widely and strongly. Its influence has only increased in the last few years. Brave Faith is so widely spread among the people that these days it has even been rumored that the Knights of the Holy Grail reinforcements... Marco has consistently refused to speak of the Church. that it is a being that affects war. He said it was a noteworthy existence.

That's why Beltran thinks. Marco's past has always come without making himself visible, but I wonder if that was not to hide not only from those in power in the kingdom, but also from the eyes of the Church. If that happens, the first thing that comes to mind is the miracle investigator, but maybe that's not all. Maybe there's something else at stake.

I don't know. I don't know, but I have the joy of serving without hesitation without knowing.

Because Beltran is a believer, not a subordinate. And he is also an apostle. Fortunately, if I am present as the hand and foot of the Lord, I am present as the ear and the eye. Even as a disposable tool, joy does not change. I want to be useful. The life of Beltran is fulfilled by the great joy of offering all of himself as a offering.

"... well. I see. Hear the truth and I'll be saved, too."

Peeping a full grin at the edge of his mouth, Beltran spoke to the skinny man. Suggest a completely clean sword in the sheath.

"Why don't you tie it to me?

If I gave you a signal with my hand, five or six black-clad men would come into the room. The skinny man is making his eyes black and white. Beltran folds into the prepared words.

"I run a boarding house called Sandblazer, but the truth is, I'm a leader who can follow many of these gestures. I want to get involved in this town's stuff and the flow of gold. We're expanding our business. I also came here tonight to hear that the chief of what is considered the most powerful of the thieves is only a small confession... well, here's the thing."

Sitting back on something that rapidly loses heat, laughing.

"You know what I mean? I'm telling the truth, too. Doesn't this mean we're on edge with each other? The church wants thieves who can move into this town. I want to be deeply involved in both the East and West tributaries and the North and South mainstream to make money. What do you say? I think the profits are shared."

It is another beltran that adds a heartfelt word to a skinny man who makes his eyeballs chill behind him with his intentions, peace of mind and greed.

"I'm fine. We're very confident when we look like this. They call me a fanatic."

Put your lips in the shape of an upper string three sun moon and laugh.

Here was a dark contract. The hand adorned with green towels holds the hand that the Church wants to stretch out for influence from the back society in a guttering way and will not let go of it any more. The hand leads to the arm to the shoulder, and the blue eye shines over the neck.

Beltran can hear Marco.

"There are two streets by road from the central part of the kingdom to the front, either via Hellevy territory or Yuriharsila territory, but the former is in our possession of all of it, and the latter will not let that man like the Church sooner. That leaves the waterway, but Chitoga Osho is a waterway stronghold. Naturally for the Kingdom of Asuria, the Everian Empire used to use it again. Even after the empire has retreated due to the rewinding of the front, there should still be illegal organisations that can be described as remnants of it. The thief who most radically disrupts transport is Sole, isn't he? The church will try to make contact with the sole, so aim and crush it there. And it takes its place. Your name and background will also help."

Into pleasure.

Beltran had a strong influence on Chitoga Osho.