Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Hey, no!

Spike swords rolled out with the temper of tearing pierced the grass bundle's aim. Slightly out of the center, but its depth is two fists as per the doctrine, pulling it out instantly and letting it hit the next as well. This isn't central either, but it's quick and powerful. It was called the momentum to step in, it was called the attitude of faithful adherence to the basics, and its skinny swordsman was brilliant full of talent.

"Stop! By then today"

"Thank you!

There is also sincerity and enthusiasm to respond vividly to the instructor, and I have a feeling that we will continue to make long-lasting progress. If he manipulated to sweat, his hair to his shoulder was bravely disturbed and his beautiful face was accentuated with black exposed eye bands.

Margareta, Second Princess of the Kingdom of Asuria.

Cut off luxurious hair, throw away makeup, and train the martial arts with the leftover eyes, its appearance is riddled and crisp. Why does Marquis Ahamaniemi not hold her as the next king... Encio Eteramaki wanted to know the answer to that wonder. And I also wanted to know why she started training military personnel rather than complaining about it. How could she throw down her dress and hold her sword? How is it enthusiastic?

"Oh, Count. Were you watching?"

"... why not"

"This is the dialogue. You're still immature, aren't you?

So he goes to the corner of the training ground, sits on a bench, mouths on the water cup as he wipes his sweat. The cheeks are exhilarating, and the shoulders are shaking, indicating the size and frequency of breathing. The gaze of deafness rather than looking anywhere must be because her thoughts reflect and analyze the training content. My hands are moving like I'm waving a sword.

"Your legs don't move..."

"Feet? The injury has healed. I didn't expect the soles of my feet to be damaged before my arms to train my sword... but you should have emphasized the walking that supports that exercise because you learn how to move your body like never before. If you understand that, you see, this is the right way."

When you are fully up, drop your center of gravity to extend your spine and smoothly repeat any movement that does not raise or lower your head. She was supposed to have been a full beginner when she counted from the beginning of the year and was less than a hundred days old, but she was fully familiar with the basics of martial arts. In addition to the sword, he has begun to learn about horseback riding, soldiers and other military personnel, and he says he is showing extraordinary qualities in all of them.

Encio thinks. A woman named Margareta must have died once when the Four Marquis denied her right to inherit the throne and engraved her face of beauty with such wounds that she lost her right eye. One person who was wiggling the smell of makeup powder and perfume could disappear from the world, and now here is one stunning person who makes the smell of workout sweat drift sweetly.

There is a strong light of will in the left eye that has become the only one. Sora, the lips that are neither red nor drawn are prestigious when tied together, and if you unwrap them and smile, the warmth of forgiveness will appear. Encio has no idea. Civil unrest in the kingdom has no plans for a future to come that refers to her as king, no matter which forces prevail between North and South. How is that? I don't know that.

"Even though I flattered your stern face so much... is it so lame that you couldn't kill Paulina?

There was no word to return to the questioned word. Encio just stares into Margarita's ship's eyes.

"Distracted by the confusion of the night fires, he assassinates that child in the outhouse, burns everything and hides the evidence... do you also imitate the demon's burning? We got personnel out of the Keimaru Knights, didn't we? If it had been successful, it might have really counted as one of the“ miracles. "

Encio was struck by its luster, which he grins at.

"It's impossible. Those who side with that kid are not the ones who can get out that way. The cunning that runs at night will be more of a specialty over there. Foolish things like hitting the demon with dark means."

It wasn't a taunting tone. I am embarrassed to let the sweetness get together somewhere and try to tell and listen to it as if it were a prank kid...... Encio got a fever on his cheek.

"Strengthen your army, Count."

The army, Encio repeated without meaning.

"It would be easy to reject it in order to argue with that man who calls himself a hero of our time. Did he cloud his consciousness on the horse in the earlier showdown? That's the only thing in that person's background that can be said to be a gap. Others are too cautious than that. Did you know that? He's in the SS garrison right now, but there's not a single detective who could have infiltrated it safely."

Margarita took the sword in her hand. Use it with one hand. The gold decoration that protects the fist is complex and delicate, and the steel blade that extends straight from it also penetrates the clasp. She slowly walked back to the side of the man-shaped wooden statue as she returned her wrist. Its tall to be upright is small, but it releases enough authority to clog Encio's breath.

"Ri won't!!

A single spike released with intense stepping was a flat protrusion with the blade resting on it, hitting slightly off to the right from the center of the wooden statue. The chase goes in faster than Encio thinks it means. It's a palm bottom hit by the left hand. Let the sound play, and the blow struck the face part of the wooden statue. Streamlined and unmistakable series of attacks. A hole worn by the sword, its position is nothing more than the left chest, which is said to be an absolute steep point if you are a person. Did you aim for a gap in the ribs?

"To get the blade to that one... to pack it up to this time... the chaos of the dead, the speed of the cavalry and... what more do we need? It's still far away. I don't feel very comfortable getting it."

Smile if you turn around. Though he sticks like a shadow with an indelible eyelid, he dyes his cheeks, breaks his mouth, and even happily talks about one man. The figure of a young and beautiful princess swordsman is there.

I had the discomfort of putting it up in Encio's chest.

If you noticed, he had an iron bar in his hand. He stands in front of a wooden statue, holding on to it, which is a martial bone and crude, but is familiar to his hand and greatly represents his heart. A strong impulse is building strength in the muscles. Encio waved his arm without exasperating, taking his unidentified emotions into one big breath as usual.

Should it be called a bursting sound, or a breaking sound? The columns connecting the wooden statue and the foundation bent at the roots, and the neck where it was hit broke and flew, scratching the floor of the training ground violently, rolling to the corner.

"It's brilliant. I hear the Rigid Sword cuts off the odds of a thousand moves, but the Count's bars have more power than that."

"... I am"

"In order to take advantage of its martial arts, please continue the rigid recruitment as always. Strengthen the Knights, sharpen the ranks, and eventually make a decisive difference in the upcoming showdown. I think that's the most effective way to get it right. He who became a battlefield doesn't run and hide behind his back in battlefield."

Laughing softly, Margarita's white hand was layered over Encio's fist. It felt sober. Then there was something to pass on to his chest, and Encio couldn't move while holding the iron bars.

"I'm sure the Count will open up Cristian's future. I'm sure of it."

Encio thought slowly as he felt a strange spare in his hands as he walked away.

Cristian. Encio took the time between the bundles to remember whose name belonged. It was the name of a boy whom the southern forces would hold as the next king. He was the first child of the First Princess, nine years old at the time, and the current right to inherit the throne is fourth.

The boy's impression was thin and distant for Encio. It is to a rare extent found in official events about the Church, etc., and is only remembered for the adultery with which the liturgy is observed. Encio thought the intensity of the First Princess's presence was a smudge. No one could stand out at the time when the First Princess was glowing, be her husband's former saint, be her two children, or even a dazzling margarata in front of her.

The spouses of those times have now lost all their luminosity and become hidden in the depths of Parvilla territory. The First Princess had retreated to her time as a girl in both her memory and spirit, and even her private appearance needed to be covered up, not to mention putting her out in public. For this reason, it is inconvenient to reject a territorial castle with many people in and out of it. As a corporeal, she only moved to the quiet town hall in the southeast to live in one of the spires of the Territorial Castle, where she is taken care of by the densely ordained.

"... the replacement of the shining,"

"Yeah, you're right. Your sister withdrew from the world's leading role. But it must not be Paulina and him who shall inherit the trace. Absolutely, no matter what, that's all I'm not allowed to do."

"Um... person"

"Yeah, I suppose so. It is also abominable to say the name, it is that arrogant and powerful adulterer who will pay attention. This civil unrest only creates value for contention by considering that person. Everything else is the end of the story. Even Paulina's life is an afterthought."

Margarita's words had fever and her expression had a trance. For Encio it is inspiring and at the same time angry for some reason. I had declared it to roar if I noticed.

"Marco Hahato is… I will take him down"

"You can't do that."

It was a quick answer. I get a gentle voice where I don't say two words.

"It is he who discusses that man who takes on the role of connecting old and new protagonists and earns the honor of being the one who righteous this world is. I'm not giving up. I'll discuss it with you."

Encio realized that the invisible blade of the margarata, which showed him how to poke with his hands, pierced his chest. That was shocking. He found out that his whole body had already been changed and that he would never go back before.

Ambition was born.

Is that why you decided to set fire to the outhouse... Encio is still convinced? He said it was the only thing we normally do, such as move without consulting Marquis Ahmaniemi or the other counts.

He had no battlefield, having lost his father to the once-in-a-lifetime war and continued to be heard of his bravery. However, in the administration, the civil servants and the Church cooperated strongly and did not have the task of exchanging him. Even if the name and stamp of Uncle Eteramaki were necessary, no one needed the human will of Encio. He lived only to guard the Cape as it rowed out to the Holy Grail Island and to confirm in writing that the produce was being produced and brought out.

It was smoking. A man named Encio Eteramaki has struggled to escape into the warm depths and has lived without representing himself. I've lived the boredom of a gray routine. It was necessary to stay dull.

At least for comfort, it surrounds many stray samurai as diners. I preferred the ruin of heaven and loved the fierceness. That takes shape as a force of war and the Keimaru Knights exist. Those who boast an unusual strength as the Knights of the land far from the front, and are followed by the Knights of the Sword Horn. It had been devastated by the battle with the Empire, but even if it had been a victory and a hero, it would have only temporarily cleared Encio's worries. Nothing more can be expected.

But this encounter is different. Encio was full of vision with someone who must have changed his destiny while feeling so joyful as to tremble. Margarita. The second princess, who was just tragically struck at that awards ceremony, is more beautiful and more riddled than anyone else now that she is abandoning her gorgeous decorations. That convinces Encio.

She is enough to give her life… that the next king deserves it.

"... King, huh?"

"Maybe you're right. Ideally, it would be desirable for Cristian to discuss that person under his command... but it is impossible to ask that child for it. That's why we need an agent."

Put your hands on your chest, say.

"It's me. I'm working out to take charge of it."

One of his eyes shines a bright light. Since it is luxurious, the movement to peel off the skin is causing heat in the torso, and the richness of the talent that resides within it gives rise to an aromatic fragrance. Encio was the thought of seeing a miracle in its rarity.

The King's vessel is here, and he has himself as the Count who supports it. The future of obstruction I was seeing as depression no longer scratched away. The main road of glory and fulfilment stretches strong and far instead.

"Please help me, Count. By the army you trained and trained."

Because there were no shards against the word, Encio knelt with full body and mind, and bowed his head with humility. I took it for granted to do that.

"I understand. necessarily a future for a new king…"

If you have sworn an oath, it is to do everything in your power to do so that you will be worthy of life. Encio began his new life as Eteramaki uncle that day. Just as Margarita wanted... no, to accomplish more rich soldiers than she wanted.

The excitement will give birth to an army that will be regarded as the strongest in the South in the afterlife. It is a one-eyed princess general who commands that army flying the Black Night One Moon flag... a margareta who threw away many of his life into just one wish, including the right to inherit the throne.

Her wish is to strike one hero with that hand.

The moment she hoped for it, she was also beginning to follow the path of a hero.