Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Somehow, I want to make Marco laugh!

"Oh, what are you, some kind of banquet art or something? You're laughing when you don't dance in your stomach, right?

In response to Elvi's enthusiasm, the man who wrapped the gold ring around him like a collar replied with a strange look. If that's not what you mean, rather what you mean. That suppresses your desire to yell, but he was holding both fists to a pull. Kuster sees it and pulls it slightly.

"I never thought of belly dancing. But if Marco's happy, I'll do it."

"If you're happy with Marco, you can't do half of it, can you? For example, you can do belly dance, and after you've made the most of the art, you've become friends by belly dance, whether it's a fairy or a ghost in a painting story. Let's make a case. He said," You have to excel in that path. "

"Um... I don't know what that means!?

Does this man not know any other art than belly dancing? No, is there no alternative to performing art in the first place? Elvi found out that he had misplaced the person to be consulted. It was only when I thought I was dealing with Marco at a different distance from anyone else that I chose Kuster. But it was an illusion, just was insensitive or impeccable walking in clothes?

"Mr. Kuster... that... doesn't do anything?

"Am I right? You worked so hard. Even though there seems to be a fun meeting, you can go through the beach at night to Kosoko and Shipwreck Plains and gather losers for what you've done. No, it was, like, a little hero in a painting story. If you fly the flag of the kingdom, you will gather with them, and you will feed them, and you will miss them, and you will raid their strongholds, and you will storm them."

Which was explained by gestures was unintelligible. A man like this big boy named Kuster apparently commanded a separate task force in an earlier meeting. That seemed like a far cry from honor, but he smiles and talks about how it works enough to be called under the martial name "Fire".

Even if it was outside Elvi's understanding of the details, it was clear why he didn't hate any work. It is Marco. He was more convinced by Marco than anyone else, and it was felt somewhere due to emotions familiar to Elvi, such as nostalgia rather than serving. Therefore, it is not good for Elvi. I bite my teeth wondering why they don't move.

People who seem to be able to influence Marco don't try to move as one......!

Once again, the group of fortifications adjacent to the plains of the crime are under the possession of the Royal Army, which has become an extraordinary but powerful military base with the garrison of each army that participated in the earlier meetings. There seems to be a great deal of haste in processing after the meeting and exploring the plains of the crash. Elvi came here for a job on supplies, but sometimes for the second time, it was done quickly, making it a material transport, making it an administrative process. But it didn't last as long as it was fun and fulfilling as it used to.

Marco was asleep. You are physically and mentally debilitated and unable to move. Treatment by a pharmacist continues in one of the rooms of the fort to which it is addressed, but its effects are not absurd. It was said that it would be overwork. In fact, he said he worked so much that it wasn't strange to do so.

But Elvi's impression was as if it were different. When I helped carry the meal, I almost screamed when I saw him lying on the bunk. Twisted cheeks, sweaty skin wear, thin open or nothing reflecting eyes, breathing slowly and spitting without suction sounds...... Elvi had seen it.

It was what Marco looked like at an early age.

Elvi is two years older than Marco. I remember even blurring about when he was born and remembering that it was like a festival to name a village. I mean it was difficult to give birth, but the joy of the village chiefs, who were long underprivileged by their children, was immeasurable, and the surroundings would have greatly celebrated it.

A brunette, blue-haired, blue-eyed baby with such blessings, was, however, such a frail child that he was endangered to grow up. The food was thin, my body was small, my reaction to my surroundings was vague, and it was as if I always had a fever. Walking doesn't even stand decent when you're two years old. I don't speak words or anything, I just sit there in a vain way... as if my heart wasn't here.

Since when did Elvi and the children of the village come together around the little Marco. Sometimes the village chief asked me to, but because I wasn't more interested than I was originally. He had a natural strange charm. I talked to him, let him do things in front of me, and played with him as I put him in the corner of my sight. When his fever was terrible, he did a lot of things in prayer for recovery. Create a flower wheel, look for beautiful stones, or seriously chorus nasty prayer words.

Those days pass peacefully, and the time comes. Elvi was five years old and Marco three years old. Elvi and the others, who were playing as usual looking sideways at the quiet Marco that day, began playing with the merchant as to who had mentioned it. It is divided into the role of merchant and villager, and the content is that the price is negotiated in a prestigious manner around the crop. It was a disastrous negotiation now that I think about it. Because they both push each other at their own convenience, clinging to their weaknesses or threatening each other with their arms.

At first I thought it was the sound of a bell. A small, beautiful sound rang corny from somewhere in the room, and Elvi, who was eagling the boy's head, shrugged and loosened his grip. Everyone marvels as a kyorokyoro and bringing their gaze to one place. It was Marco. It was Marco's laugh. Little Marco was laughing at Elvi and the others. And abruptly uttered words.

"That's not business. A bandit."

To the best of Elvi's knowledge, that is the first word Marco spoke raw to the world. And Elvi was convinced it was a word spoken to him. It should not be an illusion caused by complacency because of the appearance seen and the content of the words. It is a joyful and embarrassing past.

From that time on, Marco grew suddenly more vibrant. Became active. I started my year-to-year activities. Although I still had to repeat the fever, I just walked or ran outside. Everyone was happy. Especially the village chief and his wife are so spooked by tears of joy that Elvi and the others have all bought toys from the traffickers. It was an amazing valuable from the village's finances at the time.

Should I say first meeting or first impression...... Anyway, Elvi, the girl who exposed herself to the unintentional appearance, tried to regain her honor by hitting Marco with her sister. And it's a huge failure. I should say that I woke up, because Marco was three years old and more intelligent, intelligent and grown up than anyone in the village.

Besides, Elvi is determined in his heart. The state of Marco today was like the first return in the past. Elvi doesn't know what caused it or how that happened. But the thread of the resolution seems to me to be "laughter."

That day, Marco met Elvi, laughing beautifully. Yes, Elvi believes that was an encounter. Even if it's embarrassing enough to be bored, if that makes Marco laugh, fine. You don't have to make me laugh, you just have to make me laugh. I hope he gets better.

"You know, somehow I know how you feel."

Speaking up, Elvi realized that Kuster was still there.

"I don't think Marco's sad enough, huh? I don't know if I should make you laugh... when is this so innocent... sounds stupid?

My fist was about to come out reflexively, and Elvi realized eleven years of growth for herself who restrained it. The man in front of me is like he doesn't know anything. But something bothered me.

"... is something wrong?

"Well, it's war."

"Someone... died? You won?

"You know, it's war, right? It's not an extermination of animals against insects, so you win and you die. Many of them are dead. Well, you're gonna die that way."

Elvi did not have the words to argue with Kuster, who waved like a shudder. Yes, they are at war. Killing or being killed is normal. Elvi also understood it in his head. But what Marco was in makes me dream. Illusion an intact complete victory.

"... Daniel's husband, for a moment."

To the words gently added, Elvi jumped up his shoulder bikly. That's the name of the head of the organization to which she belongs. It is essentially a hackinen convoy where it is managed and operated by Lauri, but the head of the regiment remains unchanged in a nobleman named Daniel Hackinen. It is an organization founded by its first and last name, and its title confirms the trust of the organization. It's now the Viscount because I first ascended. When it comes to Viscount Hackinen, it is a family name that also sounds special in the Kingdom of Asuria. Elvi had never even met him, but he heard he was getting married next spring.

"Daniel... are you talking about Viscount Hackinen?

"Oh. You and this captain."

"War death... were you?

"I'm alive. But it's not funny. I got a spear in my chest, and I'm seriously wounded."

Kuster said that with a face that didn't seem really funny. Elvi can't say anything. I don't say anything because I don't know about that nobleman, and it was still difficult to say anything because I knew that the nobleman and Marco were close.

"That's a physical battle. Yeah, the wound will crush my chest if I don't bleed out, but if I don't bleed out too much, I'll die. The Yuriharshira family's treatment team is huge, so, well, it might be better than normal... but there will be some tough ones where they've lived longer."

Hung, and snorted, followed by a serious voice.

"Black Snake” bastard. I hear he took an unscrupulous tactic. You're the one with the rash. My husband got hooked on it. I'm unhappy, I'm unhappy, but, well, honestly, my husband who was caught off guard is also bad. "

That sounded ruthless and Elvi looked seriously at Kuster. It was sideways. Its eyes stare into the void. The fist is gripped hard. Again, Elvi had nothing to say, but Kuster laughed niggardly before turning to Elvi.

"But my husband did one big thing. He stabbed me in the chest, but he stopped without falling, because he said he was saddled. Throw away the spear, and don't shake it. That's right. That's our way of warfare. It's a way to get rid of your honor and body and live a little anyway. It hurts, and on top of that, I find myself entrusting everything to my horse... because I did it with that wound, my husband is a man with a bone for nobility."

A luxurious laugh arose. Elvi was about to be pressured by it, but he took a good breath and disciplined himself. Don't be scared. How can you stand next to Marco if you seem afraid of the warrior's vivid appearance? He is not a fairy or anything that stands in a flower garden. He is a hero. Of the future, not. Already a hero. He who stands at the head of the great army and walks the path of struggle. There was no such thing as frightening here.

Elvi indulged. I didn't even put a slight dust tremor on the surface, I even smiled and showed it. That seemed unexpected to Kuster, and after Kyoton, he narrowed his eyes funny and shook his jaw sideways. I'm telling you to follow me. The other side is Marco's room. Elvi was stopping Kuster from going there.

"Oh, but the way you make me laugh..."

"Oh, is that belly dancing? If you're gonna do it, I'm not gonna stop, but I don't know."

"Nothing. Belly dancing isn't the only art! Please put fruit on top of your head for anything. I'll show you!

"Buh, it's noisy, you... it's me, no matter where the arrow hits you. I'm great, that's it. No, well, you're awesome to make me do that..."

He reached the room behind him, arguing that it was a bump. I felt uncomfortable. There is no watch that should have resided in front of the door. Members of the SS should have been waiting there to take turns because they would not defenselessly defense Marco where everyone now knows as a key figure.

Trying to point that out, I also noticed something wrong with Kuster walking next door. I'm opening my eyes. Open your mouth, too. Looks like he's shaking a little.

"Ku, Mr. Kuster?

Kuster ran out before that hand of Elvi, who tried to touch his arm, could be reached. He burst into abrupt momentum, opened the door and jumped into the room. It's not just a matter. Elvi followed later as well.

There was something beautiful in silver shining.

In the center of the room there is a sleeping area and Marco is lying in the same condition. Right at Elvi's feet, there's a crew that seems to have been watching him, and he's breathing. In front of me, Kuster's big back hardened. But another person is standing in the room. Standing on Marco's side.

Beautiful...... she was like a dark fairy woman in a picture story.

The light from the window dwells on the silver hair, flowing as long as a brilliant river against the background of a dark coat. Rindy beauty has a light black skin color and silver hair, but above all it highlights the red of the eye color to create a mysterious atmosphere. Long enough to see the feminine curves of your body over your jacket.

Elvi fell in love. I couldn't even be suspicious. The woman's eye for Marco was intrusive.

But there was an innocent man there.

"Whoa! Why!? Why? Yeah eh!?

Kuster made a scene. Is it like waving your hands and feet, and even dancing to express your surprise? Elvi thought so and convinced somewhere in her mind that it was still not a place to show off her art. It was so innocent and unusual that I didn't know where to start cursing.

But the actions of that silver-haired woman were beyond cursing.

He stepped in without a sound, and fists were released at a rate that did not stop in his eyes. That would have been if it had been Kuster's dovetail. The noise that began in Russia ended in shocks and groans. But women's actions go further. The woman said, eagling and pulling up Kuster's hair, which folds her body into a letter, with an awesome voice.

"Hey scumbag...... here you are and this. What were you playing at? How can you drain me like this!

Another shot, now it looks like a knee kick went in. Kuster's large stature collapsed to the floor even brittle. If the woman opened the hand she was grasping, her hair flashed. And the awesomeness of that glance overlooking Kuster...... Elvi was now under complete barometric pressure. I was also afraid to breathe.

"Chip, no... hey... calm down, let's talk..."

"Right. If I calm down and you still move your mouth, let's talk."

"Whoa!?

Against the woman's not much words, this also returned a lot of screaming as a big man. But the woman dropped her center of gravity to unleash her fist again. Kuster responded with a strange move as if to retreat with his ass. Elvi couldn't do anything else watching it, and I also wanted Kuster not to come back to this side.

The bell rang.

Beautiful, very beautiful. That tone was very similar to that heard by Elvi in distant memories, and that made it a little bass. It's a laugh. It's a fourteen-year-old Marco laugh. The sweat dampens the brunette's hair, whose cheeks are sprinkled, but his eyes are narrowed and Marco is laughing. I'm waking up half my body and laughing.

"That's cruel, Gikilrosa. Kuster's doing great."

That was such a delightful voice that Elvi was also delighted. My chest rang out somehow. I felt like I was present at some moments of significance. I didn't know there was something to exalt.

Marco, who laughs with joy as he smiles, a woman who kneels down against him with a painted beauty, and Kuster, who bellies like a crushed frog.

Elvi was staring at the sight with strange joy in his chest.

That appearance of holding my chest was like a prayer for something.