Fly the Flag of Fire!

"No, no, it was really brilliant. It's called the Kwon Gate format."

Words are on the back, and accessories shake their necks sideways with a sarcastic grin. It's a conjecture because it puts you to the shoulder. The surrounding faces are also bitter laughs, so as for Lauri, let me try to raise one or two of my laughs.

"Hmm, I knew it. So bless you, Non."

"Is that it? Grandpa, didn't you make something out of the silverware on the edge?

"Fucking hell!? How dare you!

"Come on, what is it, tell me, Kuster? What did you see?

"Oiva! Don't listen, Oiva!

"Huh? No, it was clever, wasn't it? I like craftsmanship, too."

"Kuster! Kuster!!

Sometimes it's good liquor. The drunkenness seems to go around early. Besides meat and vegetables, grilled confectionery is also arranged on the wooden table, which is the same outside this headquarters room. The Third Princess SS garrison is a big banquet today after stopping practicing. Lauri had also been called to come.

There are two nomenclatures. One is a celebration of the advance. He helped the Knights of the Sword Horn, but has successfully struck the target unit. It also seems of little significance that Kuster and the other horse thief horseback squadrons were left in the garrison to launch. Lauri is not so familiar with the finesse of the soldier's mood either, but after all, Kuster and the others accounted for a large percentage of the first-line victory. We can see that the alias "Fire" was named only to Kuster et al, not to the SS as a whole.

"Not at all... there was no alarm or gap. Between the days when it gets soiled, it's a fine thing to do..."

"Oh, no, how was the example hole digging? You dig your holes, you change the terrain, right? Did it take one or two of the“ snakes ”?

"I'm underdeveloped. I did it to do it, but my turn didn't come around. I'm used to filling it back in."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, no, because Oiva and the others are behind me, I was also willing to compete with“ Black Snake ”for speed. If you run in there, you lose first. Otherwise you can't do it very well."

"Ha, Lord Commander, are you humble? What do you say, who was stronger than me?

"I can't say anything because I didn't even get to the rush... I felt something like an obsession. I wonder if manoeuvres in five minutes would be different from Kuster's in the sense of forgiveness. I'll take care of it if you have the next one."

"Black snake...... I bet you won't let me win it off even if I can"

Kuster unleashed the baked confectionery when he said so, and took it with his mouth and did it with Mushamsha. The mask of an awesome mercenary troop captain rumored to be on the enemy's side...... is really only a mask. Kuster and the others are not proud of their martial names. Their minds are originally different from those of the other soldiers. Lauri thinks he wasn't playing horse thief with a joke or insanity. You don't have any respect for the authority of the kingdom, and it's as if you're different from the soldiers where you put your life and where you use it.

It's Marco. Lauri hasn't been informed of any details about the inside of the horse thief, but Marco has spent three years there, keeping a special cavalry like no other under his control. Kuster and the others speak of Marco as king. That's the same thing with Lauri, but something's different. Kuster's attitude has the nature of passing through Beltran.

(Is there anything strange...? What would be the source of that wonder?

The majority of SS members respect Marco as a brilliant and brave boy, the only deputy to the head of the Acceli regiment. As for those from the convoy, the degree increases. Because I know the fact that you shot down Kuster in the battle against horse thieves. And only those who were on the scene during the Guard Corps mix fear with the eyes that see Marco.

There was also Lauri at the scene. The escort executives were treading on all sides. After completing the horse thief crusade. In front of the prisoners, Marco gave a strong speech on the choice of life. Some of the tied up were Kuster. The act of letting only a hundred people be chosen and abandoning the remaining hundred or so in the wretchedness of the loser… Marco was felt by Lauri as if he had even exasperated demons when explaining it, the figure of Marco, ten years old.

"Riding a win is an easy thing to do. It's much harder to lose well. Kuster's right. General Barcelona won't lose like that."

Marco, 14, is smiling on this occasion right now. White cheeks are sober and somewhere young. He seems to like the one with the sake-pickled fruit on it among the baked treats, and places about four on the small plate at hand. He looks calm. No wonder or demon is there.

"I just wasn't very good at losing this one. I used a dead soldier. As Accelli put it, there was something to see in spirituality as a force, but not as a tactic. It must be because he was injured along the way."

No, it's strange after all... yes Lauri reconsidered. If the wonder is too big, the little wonder becomes invisible. Where would there be a fourteen-year-old mediocre in what he said? It's not just genius. How do you know more about the Imperial Army generals than anyone else? Wonders are always there.

"Hmm. In terms of how we lost, the Knights of the Enemy was terrible. The way we fought was cats and tigers."

"The Knights are not inferior to the valiant Knights of the Horn of War, if they are to be limited. If it is a new Knights during the truce, it will be still. It's like that."

Finally, he mouthed the liquor cup and was Marco, who also reached for baked confectionery, but did not lift it just by touching it. Small exhalations scatter without sound.

"It's brittle and dangerous not to be afraid to fight with all the thought of winning. I win a lot, but I lose a lot. Those who made themselves bureaucrats are unhappy, aren't they? You will suffer with a spark of disaster...... General Barcelo should have fled at the time of the confrontation. If there's anything you can get away with."

That sounded like a sad tone somewhere, and Lauri stared at Marco's face. My gaze seems to be watching baked confectionery and I haven't seen anything. My fingertips are gently pressing the pieces of fruit.

"Alternatively, we should have manoeuvred the Red China Knights into a thousand horsemen of accessories. It would have been more damaging if it had continued to exist as a single threat. To keep him from doing so, I had the infantry team lay against the cavalry... did he guess that too?

Peri, and the fruit pieces were removed. Marco pinches it and carries it to his mouth. If Lauri turned her gaze, everyone else was paying attention to Marco. No accessories, no Oiva, no Yarucco, no Kuster. Lauri felt like only Kuster had some spicy look in it. Her mouth is hidden in a cup but she has wrinkles on her eyebrow root.

I wonder if he knows anything about Marco's wonders. Lauri intuited so and once again saw how Marco was doing. There's nothing hard there. Marco did the grilled sweets at the base with a pack, and the cup was filled. I just have the same smile.

"Those who reveal their existence must be cautious. In that plain, General Barcelo was too conspicuous, not even in the pattern. You seemed like Yingjie to take on anyone's challenge. That's why you can set me up."

This was Marco. That's a dragon laugh. Lauri compares two things behind her brain: a dragon and a snake. Both may be skillful in battle. But on a different scale. Different types of hands. Even if the size of a fang-stripping mouth antagonizes, dragons can fly against snakes who only crawl through the earth. Dragons have hands, feet, and claws against snakes that only twist themselves. Lauri, who is oblivious to war, but the difference must not seem conclusive.

"After all, is it Marco who attracted that Red China Knights?

Lauri asked. I hadn't heard about the details of the fight because it was something out of specialty. Marco fights the heavy cavalry, Accelli fights the light cavalry, and Yarucco and Oiva lead the infantry and they just know they won. Still, I have something to look into.

"Yes, I asked the Knights of the Sword Horn to wave a flag at the scouts"

"Flag Waving?

"It's an army flag. They let me have it specially for scouts. I could make a lot of sense depending on how I shake it, so I tried provocation with it. It's a vulgar way."

"Heh... by the way, what did you mean by that?

"If you take the challenge, you'll take it, right? I asked him to shake it as dignified as possible."

Come on, the way I said it was playing, Lauri laughed unexpectedly. If that's what separated the wins and losses of the exchange of life, it's not funny.

"Speaking of which, we've also banged Lord Black Snake."

"Did you provoke that, too?

"No. I just said hello. I feel like I'm waving, hey later."

Lauri erupted because Marco and Accelli were both inclined necks and other things to wave and show. Oiva, Yarucco and Kuster are equally attacked by laughter attacks. There was a strong smell of liquor in the room about who sprayed it inside. Good liquor smells good.

I heard a lot of buzz from the outside, even though I was watching it. Today's garrison is full of booze there. Fighting is a victory that involves sacrifice, but the desire to pray for its blessings also reigns in the feast sky. Lauri was strangely convinced that alcohol was a friend of mankind.

"Whatever it is, it's good to win. I thought we had to lose."

If Kuster had said it, Accelli, Oiva, Yarucco and Marco responded with an invincible grin. Yes, this victory is also the first since the SS has always been 3,000 men.

He said the thousand and five hundred mixed with the Hellevy Army and the Hackinen Guards came together well to reject by welcoming a new thousand and five hundred. Apparently, the white flag that stopped being a stranger to both countries because of the first formation held it back. The Third Princess SS is now a combat group with martial names. The long, white flag has already retained some kind of magic.

Excellent personnel had also been gathered for the increased number of one thousand and five hundred before they were trained by SS. It was also effected by the fame of the SS, but, above all, it was said that it was greatly hand-wound by the Marquis of Uliharsilla. According to what Lauri heard, the Marquis himself showed himself at his former workplace when extracting soldiers from the Royal Army. In the name of the Marquis, it was easy to understand because the extraction work was carried out immediately after the visit of the military cadres on the margins of the Marquis family due to internal circumstances.

But I don't know because of the circumstances... Lauri thought, and was stunned. I rush to the perimeter.

"Hey, hey, guys! I forgot something important!

In the face of Kyoton, Lauri has no choice but to declare. Remind me of another in the name of this great banquet. Fine liquor, meat, vegetables, and baked confectionery were all given to you in your name. The accessories returned from the Wang capital with their transport flights. How many faces don't eat until the accessory. Lauri raised her hands wide and spoke out loud.

"This feast was also a celebration of Baron Hackinen's engagement!

Yes, Baron Daniel Hackinen was engaged. The woman who was to be greeted by her wife was Amalia, daughter of the Marquis of Uliharsilla. He said that there was more movement than before, but this Knights of the Sword Horn triumph seems to have been one opportunity. Daniel's work helped the SS, and it was regarded as a factor of victory. In autumn, he said, with some previous achievements, he also insisted on ascending to the Viscount. The wedding takes place after the ascension, but the engagement announcement was made in the King's Capital in the form that preceded it. Only accessories were invited to the presentation by the SS.

The time for silence passed. If Lauri had looked over to see if she had been able to share her surprise, the trembling faces would have turned red there. Laughter exploded. It was a laugh. Lauri is more than stunned. Marco even holds her stomach and laughs with tears in her eyes.

"I know and! I know! You're too drunk, Mr. Lauri!

"Lauri, hey, that's not much, not really. That's what I said in the first toast."

"My condolences to the Baron every time I put my mouth on the cup... Gohon, I was thinking of celebrating."

"You tell them inside, too. Non, I thought you weren't the only one."

He hits word to Lauri with his mouth, then pours the liquor all the time. Every time he drinks, he drinks his glass. Getting stung. Lauri was drunk. I think of myself as a gurgle in the comfort of wondering if I said something so weird.

"It's okay. Because there's no mistake in being a celebratory seat."

While Marco gave him such vague words of comfort, Lauri went outside trying to keep her cranky head clear. I thought of washing my face with the water from the well.

The sky was dyeing a cedar color, and a cool breeze gently stroked his cheeks. A pleasant evening is about to come. The garrison is full of people and feasts. Everyone is smiling, so Lauri was also invited to smile. I think it's a nice landscape. This is another dragon scenery. Dragons that go to heaven also have time to rest and it's natural.

A toast rose nearby. That was a proper celebration of Daniel's engagement. When Lauri also chanted, he was brought a cup and poured liquor. They were good men. Much excited.

After a while, Lauri realized that Marco was next door. I wanted the executive meeting to be over. Cheers were being raised in the people again. Lauri also chanted.

It was delicious. Lauri was remembering one night. Daniel poured me wine that day to Lauri, tired of paperwork, because it was delicious.

Lauri put up a cup in the direction of the king's capital, and drank up its contents. It was a lovely feast night.