Fly the Flag of Fire!

If there were to be the most honorable room in this world, there it was.

It is on the top floor of the Grand Temple, located in the middle of the "Holy Grail Island”.

Circular floors are thickly covered in luxurious rugs and are not footsteps. Lacquered paintings depict a magnificent biblical world in hemispherical heaven. The walls are also decorated with gold and silver, but what you need to see in particular are large cut glass windows to the east, west and north. Joaquim Beck decided to go around them in turn. Strain the bishop's clothes just heavy.

First west. You can hope for the Everian Empire at the end of the Cape. Quiet and unspeakable landscape. It is a land that was not particularly damaged such as this, both in earlier wars and in today's wars. It just keeps getting depopulated. Though centralization was underway and it was an arbitrary national wind on everything that nurtured the strong, the depletion caused by the two wars threatened to shake the very roots of the nation.

But it is also a good opportunity for the Church. The upheaval of power, the anxiety of society, the devastation of the hearts and minds… the inconveniences of man's world are mostly of value for use as a soil for indoctrination. Lean close to power, bring peace to society, and give dreamy moisture to the hearts and minds of people… the Church's representatives, headed by the Archbishop of the West, are pulling the knob.

Then north. Beyond a sea plain like the Inland Sea, a plain of disaster spreads. Beck thinks it would be interesting if he could confirm the flag on the boulder. Because in that wilderness there should still be generals from both countries going and going under the cold skies.

The life and death of the emperor remains unknown.

Though the showdown fought on the eastern shore of the Plains ended in the victory of the Royal Army, there were many crushed Imperial soldiers, and the Emperor dazzled himself inside a disturbed battlefield. “Black Snake” in the final phase The fact that Imperial Brigadier General Terencio Barcelo dared to behave in an agitation of abandonment also seems to have magnified the confusion. Beck hears that if he dies, he has inflicted little damage on the Royal Army.

There Beck saw the grief of the military. A man who has been abhorred by the emperor and has licked hard acid for a long time throws his life at him to miss the emperor and fights... it's a story that makes him cry inside, because it feels like a hero Tan, who is convenient to the powerful for a long time. Sooner or later, he will tell the Empire his name, but Beck thinks he will not benefit from it. The Black Light Cavalry was devastated. And he who leads him shall not live again.

Now, there was no doubt that sweep battles by the Royal Army had become difficult. Looks like they're sending a few troops out repeatedly based on the group of front-line forts they've reclaimed, but it's called its size and good deployment, it looks like it's hip-pulling somewhere. Beck thinks that if we were to explore the emperor of an enemy country, we should do it with a lot of force, but to observe from the impression that he was surprised, the fact that 120,000 troops were drawn in and slapped seemed to be affecting him.

The Imperial Army is also gradually starting to send out exploratory troops. I'm guessing we're reorganizing a general who lost in a massive match. And the action is dull and small enough to rescue the emperor of his country. From Beck's point of view, it is highly unlikely that the emperor is alive. But I guess the news of the emperor's collapse will be emanating from the depths of the Empire at a later date. Because otherwise there was neither the dignity of the empire nor the majesty of the imperial chamber.

Or maybe the East-West top takes turns at the same time... Beck thought so too.

I stood by the east window. You can hope for the Kingdom of Asuria at the end of the Cape. Exposed to another invasion by the Empire, Ayama is the image of a country that was thought to perish next time. It is Beck's country of birth and the stage for waving his spicy arms as a bishop.

"... it's a country I fell asleep in, make"

The vomited words are inhibited by a transparent wall and do not even reach the cold, dry outside air. Nor will we cross the eastern strait. Not to mention it still sounds like the people of the unhealed kingdom of confusion. But Beck felt like he could hear people. I felt like I could see you. That's a hilarious puppet show landscape.

The indoctrination of the people has gone wide and deep with the legend of the brave, and its concentration and what needs to be said is snugly thick from the center to the right. I mean the Central District, the Southern District, as we call it in the parish division. Beck has jurisdiction over the Central District, ruling the Wang Capital and surrounding Marquis territories. Naturally, the position aimed at the next Archbishop of the East makes it not only the most important parish, but also a land where the indoctrination of the people is more intense than anywhere else.

The left, or northern parish, is thinner than they are. Make it the front two kingdoms. Make it the Earl of Hellevy territory behind it, there's something oddly strong about the people, enough to make them say, "It costs money to preach" as bishops under their jurisdiction. I just talked out loud and said it didn't work and I use candy and liquor. Because those immediate methods work better than other parishes.

Beck thinks there are two causes for that. One is that it is that much more environmentally challenging land. Humanity's habitat on the continent is traced by the heavenly realms and the coastline, but it is not easy to live inside it and everywhere. Because I am willing to leak and blow from the Great Ice Plains. It is harmful to people and crops, and even in large adults, depending on the concentration, it causes physical and mental disorders and fatalities. The further north it goes, the darker it gets, so nature, the north, is what makes people's lives tough. It was logical to create a tendency to prefer something concrete and realistic to all sorts of dreams and fantasies.

Beck thinks another cause is bravery. This is a strong trend for the Frontline Eritreans, but there is one part of the Church's hustle and bustle legend that doesn't strike me right now, and it seems to me that there is a great deal of distrust for the brave. If we try people from the North, the brave men appeared too late in the former wars. It is a way of accepting that the manifestation of the brave did not materialize while being ravaged by the Imperial Army. Moreover, before the final victory to liberate the North, the brave men were killed in battle, which means they can also be seen as not even liberators.

The great enthusiasm of the "Holy Flame Festival” switched the consciousness of the King's people to post-war reconstruction, and its constructive routine must have been fully satisfactory to the human beings of the North as well. Various reconstruction projects were also carried out in the name of Eleonora, Princess of Tragedy. The kingdom felt comfortable restoring its national power. The Church has been very supportive of it. Care and maintenance is a job.

And fourteen years later, the continent ushered in a time of renewed war. That was somewhat slower than the Church expected. It was thought that ten years would be enough to start a war. Though I wouldn't be able to keep it for more than a decade.

With the accumulated force and the will to fight, it is as if we cannot help but do so, and the two countries will begin to fight the plains of crime. With the blessing of the Church in each East and West, we scatter our lives in the wilderness. We kill each other without punishment or getting tired of it. If that's what destiny is, it can be said that it is the work of the Church to at least let him die well, but a man who plotted to do great things appeared here. He is an old warrior named Donald Colletos.

The great maneuver to accomplish the continental unity once prevented by the brave with an electric invasion that would not give them time to sanctify it… it was enough to beck and marvel.

The war, which began with a five-minute skirmish, still settled into a skirmish again with equal amounts of bleeding to each other after nearly a five-minute meet. It was also a bloody and harmonious war. Beck recalls that although there were several minor miscalculations, they were generally satisfactory. In other words, as long as the front is maintained at the crash site, that's fine. No matter how you breathe, the limit of succession is more than limited in population and supplies.

As if to mock the prospect of such a church, the man who would be Donald Colletos seemed to have tried to create a great wave in the course of the war. Before and after this war, the Church has mainly assisted an empire of inferior force, but it is the first of its operations to make strange use of the intra-kingdom intelligence network where it is part of its cooperation and to scale up a second meeting.

If only Eleonora personally, it was still in Beck's hands if he was incited to more than one leading nobleman, including the Count. The fact that it was a form taken backwards of indoctrination by the legend of the brave also had the effect of paralysing the influence of the Church. A terrible connoisseur appeared… I remember that Beck was in a delightful mood, even as he was extremely busy in the confusion. It's troublesome, but the brilliant ones were brilliant.

If the size of the meeting were to exceed 200,000 generals, everyone would associate a tournament battle in a former war. It was a great victory for the Imperial Army in the past, and the kingdom was in danger of death. Beck had another spit, too. Will I see the "brave men of the kingdom" again?

I didn't think that would end with the break-up of the Imperial Army, something I never thought of as one of the church officials, including Beck. Because I saw it as a provocation to have some chance of winning. And panicked. As a jetty on the Imperial side, the Great Wall had been built in the territory of the Front Line two kingdoms, but it was thought that it would not work without soldiers even if there were only objects. I couldn't read how far I could resist. At worst, we must let him earn time for the "Empire Brave" sacrament.

Now I suppose such a church upset was also within the thoughts of Donald Colletos. Because things have spilled over into that gap where Beck and the rest of his consciousness are headed, and the Royal Army 120,000 suddenly collapsed and, conversely, more than 100,000 new Imperial Armies will invade the kingdom.

Moreover, it is the protégé of the emperor himself, who takes the general command. Asking the Church about the use of the Ascension Dragon flag is an implicit understanding of both countries, but this time it was authorized with the implication of opposing the Royal Army 120,000. That crossed the plain of the crash before it stopped. The Church was unable to cope with changing circumstances at high speeds. We must reflect.

And that also had a huge negative effect on the indoctrination that was painfully deepening in the northern realm of the kingdom. For the people of the north were now ravaged again without being protected by the brave. A brave man is in the first place a guardian or nothing of the kingdom, but it's not the story Beck and others who taught him to be so illusory could complain about.

It was Marquis Uliharsilla who rushed into the palace at a stage when the two front-line kingdoms had left their territorial capital and abandoned it. And that was definitely something to recommend for Beck and the rest of the Church. If things were to become a former repetition of the crisis in the kingdom, it would still be easiest to tell Marquis Uliharsilla to buy time, as he once did. Beck, as an individual, there was something about trusting a man named Klaus highly.

But the move seemed a little different from what the Church imagined. As we can see, we flew orders to our own leaders and knights, and when it came to exchange in the royal palace, it was thought to be the formation of a kingdom defense force by extracting troops from each of the colonial armies, as it once was... Here appeared a strange flag.

It was a flag like fire.

In the center of the red colour is painted a black cross, which shows something burned and carburized. At first glance at the flag, which was rapidly constructed, Beck had an abrupt thought. Its red and black were only eloquent. I can't stand the wind. Beck looked up blindly as he trembled.

The flag was a strong reminder of that day.

Holy Flame Festival.

It was a night of destiny for Beck, that fiery feast.

Beck, who accomplished singing and dancing in front of a blazing flame, is now on the spot with his credit. Beck can vividly recall that fever that scorches his cheeks. The smell of smoke burning in your chest, the frenzy of the masses entering your head from your ears and blowing it up, everything.

And a feast, if you try to be the one to hold it, is the preparation that is in your heart.

I got firewood. I've got a chain. I've got a pillar. I prepared the liquor. I also decorated my own stage. I also dressed myself. I stroked my hair and even applied makeup to my face. It was Beck who gave instructions to the church humans to go around, and set that eleonora viewing seat. I didn't leave anything else to myself, I did everything I could. That's not all about singling out merit.

I didn't want to see that man.

I didn't want to see the man tied up, monkeyed, even blindfolded... and then showing no resistance whatsoever. Whether it didn't move, couldn't tell, couldn't see, there was still something to be projected. Something about it couldn't stand Beck. I wonder how relieved I was when the flames went up and the fever replaced them with everything. The role of a lunatic pig was also sexual.

Please, keep it that far...... Beck chants in his heart. It's an order to yourself. It was not a good memory to make people think without the fire in front of them alone. Keep it that way, and repeat in the dark that way. Or maybe it's a voice and it's leaking. But Beck kept saying it, so he didn't notice the person behind him until he could speak up.

"What is it, Lord Bishop of Oriental Central? I don't think you and your boy would be scared of height."

It was a funny tone. Although Beck had a heartfelt surprise, he's not so innocent that he represents it in his behavior. I let him look back slowly in a very natural way.

"You're not, are you? Awkward monks don't ride well on horses because of their shape. The landscape you see from here has a fuzzy foothold. Butt it, belly it. It's round and round with meat, and this, like this street. Even if it's plentiful, it's going to fall fast, right?

"Hahaha, your boy always says it in an interesting way! That's the look and tricks too, so already...... ugh, hahahaha!

In this place where people of the continent laugh with great pleasure, he is the superior of Beck in his twenties. He is the second in the sequence of the Church with strangely toxic red and purple eyes in his moon-white hair...... Archbishop Cukrein.

He is present here in the Grand Temple and has jurisdiction over the Holy Grail Island. It has the meaning of managing and running the secrets of the Church in one hand. He is also the only one who meets with the Pope who never meets and who has the role of communicating the word. That you should not be fooled by that look and laughter habit is the first thing Beck learned about him. He was a creepy compelling man.

"No, I laughed. I laughed. Damn, you're good at the Oriental Central Bishop. Wouldn't it be tough for you to laugh so hard?"

Keep that look on your face that sounds sincerely fun, say.

"Sixty thousand of the Imperial Army, that large convoy, if that had reached the king's capital, the kingdom would have ended. You can't happen to not have. If it were, this would be a liability issue, no more."

The trouble is, I shake my head sideways. The white hair is fuzzy in the air and I can't feel the weight.

"At the helm where the Everian slave was centered? In an accident caused by the impossibility of progressing through a fog day? A river thief set fire to steal supplies, a bigger fire than I expected? Survivors shipwrecked on land surface?

The white, thin hand confirms the fold of the finger. Besides Beck's report, I have no doubt that information has been gathered. It sounded to Beck like it was a strangely distorted fact for Cukrein to say. After all that he had said, he finally opened his hands together. It was a move as if the petals were going to open.

"Let's say it's a miracle. Yeah, let's do that."

He smiled with a heartfelt joy. But it's like I'm not invited. Beck can only use his efforts to smile at the smile. I narrowed my eyes and hid the struggle.

"It's a boulder's idea… it's God's power that saved the kingdom's crisis, isn't it?

"That's right, I see. The river thief was managed by your boy, wasn't he? Then it's a real miracle, isn't it? Let's celebrate a lot. And let's wrap it up as a new myth. It's at the East Dragon River, and isn't it nice that the dragon threw up fire? The fog of the day must have been the dragon's angry breath. The Great River, a symbol of both nations, is also one who protects both countries in each...... hey, that's mysterious!

He slaps his hand with a patsy and talks up his illusion. Beck finds out that's not a suggestion. I'm telling you to do it. I'm ordering you to make the truth right, use it in indoctrination, and craft it so that this doesn't happen again.

"Good for you, really. No one expected a dragon to blow a fire, did they? It was a wonderful miracle. Whatever you say, this is lucky for the Empire, too. If you do anything to become a single nation on the continent, you don't just have to have an endless imperial chamber. We're going to start all over again from the Ten Kingdoms."

The trouble is, I shake my head sideways. And after several round-trips, I saw Pitali and Beck and stopped. There are no more laughter and other shards in that face. All facial expressions are missing, just plausibly red-purple.

"The Temple of the Eastern Central Bishops. Don't screw up the next decade."

Beck knelt and bowed deeply as he slowly counted the numbers behind his brain.

Something extremely cold told him on his back, stopped at the back of his head for a while, and accidentally disappeared. Beck already knows what it is. I know, but therefore I kept that attitude without ever raising my head. Keep counting the numbers. There was anxiety over a thousand, but before counting ten thousand, it became believable that he had left the room.

He returned to his posture and moved his solidified body in awe. Restore the comfort of being alive. He mopped the back of his head, then managed to mop his back as well. Touch it and your hands will be cold and your back will warm. I feel that way.

Would it be a hallucination...... Beck just seemed like his gaze sometimes involved cold air.

Beck can't do anything else not to shake off that mess. All this time, he curses our obesity with his heart, while Beck turns his short arm and mocks his back. I can't stay unmoved.

It was like a funny dance in that room, considered the most honorable in this world, wrinkling and stretching bishop's clothes, and it lasted for a while.