Fly the Flag of Fire!

"How can we be stronger?

"Right...... maybe it's a good idea to throw away the multitude and focus on one move"

The blonde swordsman seriously answered the girl's heartfelt question. She was becoming more persuasive that what was different from the answer she had imagined was rejection, and even though her breasts were filled with anticipation and joy, just roughening her nose made her indulge.

"If it were a weapon that could also defeat a big man with the help of a woman, what would it be?

"I guess a bow. The woman is at a disadvantage when it comes to combining. In that regard, if it is a bow and arrow, it makes up for a lot with technology. Because I just don't have to let you in in time. In fact, I hear there are many bow infantry soldiers in the Empire"

"I see... is that a bow!

The word sounded as if it had come down from heaven. She was quite complacent about the stone throwing technique, and was familiar with the very act of targeting. Speaking of which, she is a girl I don't think she ever learned a bow. I was just passionate about meeting men with bamboo bundle swords and might have assumed that there was only strength ahead.

"Does Mr. Vilma use a bow, too?

"Whatever. If you wanted to acquire martial arts, handless, swords, spears, bows and horses would be fundamental. I just value the title of samurai martial artist, especially the sword. I'll samurai indoors. If we were to participate in a match, it would be more important than a sword."

Which of the words was fresh and precious to the girl. This woman named Vilma Cantra is the longing of a woman who aspires to martial arts in the Kingdom of Asuria. A special position, a samurai martial officer, armed to the women and serving the royal family. Because it's one of only three samurai martial artists.

Paulina, the Third Princess, is the guardian of the beautiful and pristine Vilma. It is a princess who is rarely praised as a rumor told in the alley. It is exclusively about appearance and ability to be compared and denigrated with the two princesses above. For a girl, the world in which she lived, such as the three sisters of the princess, was as if it were different, and although it was a story that was unrealistic whether it was said well or badly.

Such a princess is in front of me now.

In the kitchen, he became royal in front of the kitchen, and looks forward to the water boiling in the large pot without making it slight. That little back had an unspeakable force. I'll take a look at it instead. I can't suggest it by mistake, etc. The girl has seen something similar to that in the work landscape of a blacksmith.

…… Here we go! "

"Ha, yes!!

The princess raised her right hand slightly. When I saw it, Vilma moved out, and the girl replied again and continued later. The princess's hand is grabbed with a cut prancing noodle, and Vilma's hand is set with a bamboo, and the girl is dipping her hands in a barrel filled with cold water... and the battle is about to begin. The girl thinks maybe that's what this place deserves.

This is the front-line fort of the Kingdom of Asuria. To the west there is a plain of disaster, and beyond that plain lies the Eberian Empire. It's a dangerous place. The girl has been seconded by her boss Lauri as the person in charge of transporting supplies, but she has experienced that there is a unique atmosphere in places belonging to the battlefield. There is an invisible glimmer of tension, like always being ready for something. No matter what I was doing, there were signs that sword extraction was going to be continuous the next moment.

But the girl was happy to be here. Naturally. We have him here. There are so many people that it seems even a miracle that he... was in Kiko Village when he already started climbing the floor to the hero. There's Marco.

Marco had reached the age of thirteen to be brave as soon as possible.

He took part in the first formation of the SS in the service of Princess Paulina and took on a particularly dangerous task among the great consequences. He said he became one of a thousand and five hundred light cavalry horsemen who joined as mercenaries, hit enemy forces three times, and then crossed the crash plain west into the Imperial Army fort. And the fort collapsed in flames.

“Fire” cavalry. With the martial name of the Third Princess SS, which swoops across the continent, its thousand and five hundred horsemen were called by such aliases. It has been announced that we will continue to contract exclusively with SS, and that is rumored to be the reason Marco was liked. Has he also grasped the hearts of the cavalry with his bravery, which is also regarded as the appraisal of the people of the kingdom? The girl thinks that would happen if it were him. Whatever it is, it's Marco.

Because it is such a fortress for him to stay in, even if it were in the middle of the enemy land, the girl would have come brave. Marco is no longer the person I can see early, even if I want to see him. But it is in close cooperation with the Hackinen Guard and the Third Princess SS. The fact that the girl is here is proof of that. I think there must be an opportunity.

Yes... I'm sure, ahead of this fight.

"Shh!

In one mood, the princess swept the noodles out of the water with big chopsticks. I give you everything in one go. That hand smell is amazing. It is Vilma's fault to accept it. This also has a brilliant body feel and does not damage the noodles because it relieves the shock with the knee. The momentum is killing, so I don't even cut the water. There's a girl trying to get there hot.

"When... yes! Unbeatable!"

Grab the noodles with your chilled fingers and serve them on a plate. Hot water easily crosses the membrane of cold water, but you lose when you're frightened. This is a battle. Vilma, who puts down a jar, also joins the battle. If you look at it, the princess intertwines her eggs with noodles served with chopsticks like a wind. It was prepared in advance on a plate.

"Okay! I'll hand it out before it's boiled up next!

"Yes!"

Following the venerable samurai samurai, the girl carries the hauling board. The dish on there has a fresh hot air of egg roll noodles. The egg turns semi-ripe white and yellow because the water is put together and it is glossy.

The fort's dining room was waiting for the men now or now.

Meat, vegetables, liquor bottles, etc. are also lined up on the long table, but everyone only has modest hands. I suppose you think there is no body when you fill your belly with them. The girl took that for granted. The men's gaze is focused on the plate. My eyes shine in anticipation. The excitement is twisting.

Saara, this is a delicacy prepared by Paulina, Princess of the Kingdom of Asaria, with the skill of a craftsman. And they are the SS of Paulina. To the men who fought and won in her name, her hand cooking is now behaved... maybe this is some sort of sacred ritual. Maybe it's time for the promises allowed under the White Stream flag. In front of the girl who became so mysterious, the men began to scream one after another.

"Ugh, it's good!!

"What the fuck!? What the fuck!?

"Hey, idiot, you're gonna have to drain some fish soy sauce! What!? You said you'd flattened it already!?

An awesome meal was started. The real battle was coming. The men who are dyeing here and now around their mouths in the yellow of semi-ripe eggs are only in the first place. In total, there are about three thousand and three hundred men for this special meal. Because besides combat personnel, we also count heavy units and backup personnel. Though divided between day and time, the battle will be fierce beyond what it makes sense to be a princess's hand cooking.

"Okay, you're done handing out? I'll be right back! Master Paulina should have started boiling the next one by now!

"Wow, I get it!

If we go back to the kitchen, we're already done breaking eggs to the next plate, and the princess is showing her royal back in front of the big pot again. I guess I already put the noodles in the water. Waiting for an exquisite moment, the figure is still that of an artisan. The girl takes an egg whilst still unable to discern whether she should feel familiar or distant with the existence of a princess. Kashakasha and sound continuously. Vilma is also stirring again.

(I don't know... you're gonna win anyway!

The girl fought. Keep your hands busy with cold and hot water as you breathe hot air, carry, return, and stir. Ask Vilma about martial arts by pressing the gap until it is boiled. And keep your hands busy again. Repeat.

There were also many reunions in the battle.

"Whoa, if you think it's the face I saw somewhere, you're helping the princess."

The big man sitting using two chairs sounded surprised. It's Oiva. I mean blacksmiths if you let him tell you so, but from the girl, it's the man who was the captain of the Fourth Squad of the escort. And every unit is being transferred to the SS. He seems to have added other members of his former escort to lead an unusual face.

"There's a lot more to do, though. Digging holes, pretending to be dead..."

There are other facial acquaintances of girls. Whether it's from a standpoint or because you're used to it, it's like accessories that eat practiced noodles in a calm way.

"Um, delicious. And it's been a long time. Is Lauri doing well?

As the leader of the SS, he said that he was now becoming a key figure in the Royal Army, but there was nothing different about the floating presence of this person. They used to do chores as a leading lieutenant in Hellevy territory, but that was what they sent to the convoy to captain the second unit. After returning to the leadership, he came to the captain and became captain of the elite cavalry, where he became captain of this SS regiment. The girl wonders if she is a restless person in one place. Though it is the title that does not hold, it should be as aristocratic as Baron Daniel Hackinen.

"Hmm? I'll leave the aristocratic role to the baron... No, well, maybe next time I'll be a Viscount? He's having an unexpected struggle too... it's a lot of fun beside him."

That's why I laugh niggardly, so I'm the girl who wonders if Baron Hackinen is in trouble too. We've been a lot talked about marriage for a long time now, but maybe it has something to do with it.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. I don't even enjoy drinking on the day I'm greeted by the Marquis' daughter."

Whether it should be seen as a blur from the content of the words or a blessing from its expression, the old and still inflexible Yarucco was eating the prancing noodles with Gabriel bite. He was formerly a soldier in the leadership as well as an accessory, and his rank was sergeant. He was an ancient soldier with a lot of anecdotes, and while he was on leave, he did the divorce of being the third unit captain of the convoy, but now he leads the infantry at SS. He looked as grumpy as ever.

"Just get the hell out of here. I'll give you command, Non."

Girls struggle to hide their laughter because Yarucco didn't drink until practicing noodles arrived either. Because this Dwarf-like warrior, who makes booze his friend in life, now knows he's a person who cares inside.

"Whoa, there was something else. Besides, she's bringing the princess's cooking."

If you tried to kick your ass at the rambling remarks, a man with a wild wolf-like impression was laughing like a man. A ring of gold shines a dull light around my neck. The girl knew this man. He leads the “Fire" cavalry, and his name is Kuster. He said the SS's effects did not materialize without the presence of this man.

"You don't have to stare because you're complimenting me. Oh, hey, this."

She is the girl who wondered how many men and somehow remembered the boys in the village. The way you are happily carrying the noodles into your mouth is innocent. It was difficult to maintain my anger.

"What are you mad at, Kuster?"

It was him. That was a long-awaited voice for the girl. He walked quietly and sat well behaved in front of a nerdy werewolf. The long dark hair flowed sarcastically and was beautiful. Beautiful with the sparkling eyes, Marco was there when he turned thirteen, acting like a character in a painting story for the girl.

"Oh, I didn't mean to piss you off, no, really! Hey, lady!

"That's the way you put it. It's abusive. That's why Beltran and I have a fight."

"Well, well, well, well, well! I'm good friends with you!

Apparently, the wolf was also a big dog. Big tails pretend to be hidden in the way the girl breaks her dream time and casually singles out Marco. That's how I looked like a girl. The girl wanted to talk to Marco, but I guess she's sad. Now she's in the middle of a fight, and now she can see her comrade Burma coming back from the other side. The eggs must be stirred before the next boiling. I have to go.

I tried to turn my heel back with the thought of a severance... but my voice rang.

"Thank you for your service, Elvi"

Marco's eyes were looking at the girl. The smile was the same as what I saw one day. It's a pale, beautifully lit sole when I spelled out polite letters in my writing when I got the computational problem under that great tree faster than anyone else.

The girl fought through. There was an increase in Russian warfare.

Elvi in the village of Kiko.

The future in which she would become famous as a bowman was not such a distant story.