Fly the Flag of Fire!

Watch the dark descent of the Great River in the thin cold of a moonless night.

There was no water, no booze, no dishes, just a steel blade under his coat, and Gikilrosa was spending that time alone. A strong wind sweeps through the spring, shaking silver hair at this time as well. There were no lights. Night darkness lurks many dangers to humans, so the house is there and the town is there to escape unpredictable anxiety. Isolation from nature is not easy. Man lives man by joining forces with one another.

But there are exceptions everywhere, and she was born with them. Because of its origins, it is different from the general public. Shallow black skin, silver hair, red eyes, anti-presbyterian life… The minorities supposedly living in the Great Ice Plains of the North originally deviate more from human interrogation. The truth is that you can't live in a world of ice with extreme chills and cold air, you just lurk in the hedges of the mountains, but you have a lot of wonders where you've made it.

Among other things, she is a particularly mysterious being. Both glowing eyes at the heart of beauty… its red color is only bright and has a rare ability. That's why we don't take darkness for a living.

“Demon Eye” lights up. For her, the Great River flows like a starry sky.

On the surface of a tremendous amount of water that flows, inside, in the back, a pale light flickers like a star to the south. That light just claims to exist and doesn't illuminate the surroundings. It does not produce shadows. In the first place, it is a light that does not appear in the eyes of the inquisitor. Mysteriously beautiful, snuggly demonic, and somewhere glossy. There was something on the myriad main roads flowing through the earth that invited the beholder into darkness.

The wind blows again. And a grain of light also adhered to the silver hair, indicating that it was with a hidden brightness. Jikilrosa paid for it unconstitutionally. Ride away from the atmosphere. Nor is the night breeze colorless and transparent to her eyes. The snow is blowing in the wind, but it is as good as ever. The world is full of glow.

Look at your hands. There's something that springs up from the roots where she is and rides the bloodstream. It's not noticeable in the flesh, but it still floats in the darkness. It's vivid to call it magic.

Life.

The light captured by the spiritual eyes of Gikilrosa is nothing more than the glow of life.

The grass, and the trees, and the birds, and the beasts, are the light that dwells in all things that live and live. It is biased by an incredible law. of bugs. That is weak and short. of the trees. That is not strong but long. of the Beast. That is strong but not that long. It has nothing to do with the strength and weakness of brightness and the length of time it continues to glow, but in any case it dies if it disappears. Dead and the light leaves the vessel. Dancing in the atmosphere, flowing into the water and exploring the world. Or maybe we'll get together again and have a new life. Otherwise, if it had left the ocean and become the Great Ice Plains, it would no longer have been known where it was going after that.

This light is not equal, even for the same species, with differences in brightness. Jikilrosa considered the difference to be some kind of power difference. Perhaps I can say the strength and weakness of existence. It is the difference in power that acts on destiny and affects the world. That is the clearest way to see it is individual differences in people.

All in all, man's light was strong, and that was easy to discern, especially on the battlefield. Maybe it's in a dead place and a man is the one who exerts his life to the fullest. She has seen a lot so far. The skill of combat techniques and the strength and weakness of physical abilities were not absolute elements. Sometimes an accounting officer from the transport unit lodged the same light as the strong man. Being a soldier is not mandatory either. There was even a time when protected children outnumbered soldiers.

I don't know why. But there were unmistakable conclusions. In slapping enemy troops, it is most effective to strike this light strong. Aim, wherever you hide. Whatever you look like.

Jikilrosa's history of war was such a string of neck catches.

Use tactics to kill one person on the battlefield. It upsets you by aiming, disrupts you by killing you, and collapses without giving you a time to calm down. One of the hang-ups was sometimes a commander, sometimes a fierce man, sometimes a general soldier. Old or young, man or woman irrelevant, every one of them was a necessity, pillar and symbol of the enemy forces. In other words, a steeple.

The Salomon army to which she belonged in the former war… its powerful and incomparable power had such a special reason. But her demonic eyes proved that it was not the only reason, nor the biggest reason. She was not the one who dwelled the most light in the Salomon army. It is Salomon the Commander.

It was a glow I just fell in love with. Gikilrosa was able to recognize its glow anywhere in her daily routine, not just on the battlefield. It was beautiful. Maybe she served that beauty itself. I couldn't think of anything like knowing him and living without following him. The Devil's Eye even seemed to exist to find him. The days I ran as his deputy were colored by the value of gold.

That joy, which once seemed to be over, has now made her life even hotter and more glorious beyond the dark night. Jikilrosa bit into the trance and looked over at you. This is the direction of the Third Princess SS garrison. There are those who walk in the dark woods shaking a few lights. You must be illuminating your feet. You live in a brightness far superior to lighting, and its awe-inspiring beauty is obvious in the distance. The glow of life that burns with blue as if it were a renewal that transmits and exhausts everything, and purple that is noble and represents a great power of spirituality... oh every step of being, its loving.

"I knew this was my favorite place... but it's amazing without the moonlight"

The man, now named Marco, gently placed the corner light on the ground, disturbed by the strong wind his hair, which was also black in the dark. Then rewind the front of the coat and close it. Jikilosa tried to give her jacket to Dazhi, but she was stopped by the look of her eyes. Eyes as if they crystallized the height and depth of the night sky. It represents the inner light and I admire it.

"Dear Marco, the wind is still cold at night. Especially this place..."

"Yeah, the wind is going through the East Dragon River, isn't it? It's just a dark landscape to look over. To me."

If you are finally lined up next door, its back length is lower than that of Jikilrosa. The neck is thin and the thinness of the physique can be detected. As a warrior, I am young and immature. In fact, although it is the spears we specialize in that are out of character, there are a few who are stronger than him about handling other weapons. Not to mention that his health is still far from full, and his recovery is only slow and not progressive.

Still strong. The radiance captured by the demonic eye is unique in ancient times and now... Yes, Gikilrosa can assure you. And that's something that gets renewed every day.

"In the wind, in the water, do you have them?

"Yes, what is blown and danced is also carried by falling to the surface"

He learns the truth about the Devil's Eye. It was natural.

"If you go north, is it desert or ice field? Forest or sea if you go south. There is a demonic realm in the world, and man cannot be a place to escape surrounded by them. It is the voidness of the end of life. Being endless is also cramped and narrow."

Try to sing, try to play, his voice spreads through the night. Jikilrosa set her mind as she listened. There were words I had to answer.

"Jikilrosa. Ask for winters that lurk with life in the sprouting spring. Not enough, is it?

"... Yes. If the years go by like this, sooner or later the woods will spread again."

Neither turned his face toward the end of the Great River stream. South. This large amount of water flows down the heavenly mountains, vertically through the territory of the Kingdom of Asuria to the Great Sea, but passes through the Great Forest at the end of its journey. “Dust Dream Forest" under an abominable name. It is a rumored enchantment for both the forest where witches live and the forest that withers a man's soul.

"Really... what is this world...!

Though the voice reached Gikilrosa's ear contained a sense of panacea, it appeared to have a particularly large percentage of anger. If I turn my eyes, I have him burning in the light of the Spirit, whose light is emitted as if he were going through time and space with firm will. Jikilrosa lay down on her face and awed. Righteous. I should have.

The spectacle of those at the head of man was there.

To the best of Zikilrosa's knowledge, he is the one who most affects the world. I am fighting to acquire a future that no one knows, independent of all the values prescribed for society, but only with its glow as my own credentials. It is at the forefront of innovation. It's the blade tip of a sword that cuts through the ages. It's the tip of a spear that breaks old times. History must now continue to be described as his trampled journey.

"With Micazaine's moves, it won't come true."

The flames that had emanated from him and wrapped him soothed. If Gikilrosa looks up, there's a constant thoughtful of him there, staring quietly at her.

"The old teacher was delightfully boiling the previous tens of thousands. That's enough for the moment..."

"I won't do that again. I won't even let you do it. Plus there's the northern desert. There's nothing we can do over there, is there?

"Yes. The old master's magic comes only from staying in the woods. In the desert."

He sighed. I looked northeast. The sides are mixed with worrisome colors. Jikilrosa also follows that gaze and worries. In the northeast of the kingdom exists the magic “Dead Gray Desert”. The signs of frustration must have been felt as a threat that could not be ignored by the people of the Northeast Side. It is there with the village of Kiko where he spent his childhood.

Jikilrosa was guessing. Living as Marco Hahato, he has a sweet admiration for his hometown, the village, in the back of the awesomeness of his destiny. He thinks like a treasure of the days spent in the landscape where wheat fruit horses play. Maybe I have something to admire while I grow up there. That mood, which was never seen before, is noticeable to Gikilosa.

Family...... no, wouldn't it be the mother?

As for the woman who gave birth to him, Gikilrosa hears that he died after poor postpartum fatigue and long sleep. When he was nine years old. And a year later, he said, he turned ten and decorated the battlefield with his first formations. Is it biased speculation to feel mourning and mourning for my mother there...... Gikilrosa thinks so.

So it came as a small surprise that the word "submit to mourning" came out of his mouth.

"It's a decision by Uncle Six. I received a call from Yuriharsila just now, so I thought I'd tell her."

"Excuse me. But is it the mourning of the lord of kingdom... and the next king uncertain"

"The situation is the situation. The other three years did not open the end of the war and it was decided to compete for North-South authenticity with a meeting on the dawn of mourning. If you break this promise, you will be hostile to Nihoku, who is neutral, and you will also seize the property of the King's capital. Well, most importantly, the National Army is going to be the enemy army. The force that breaks the king's mourning is the bandits."

There is a shivering brilliance of flames in its eyes, even as it is lightly explained.

"It was also decided that the national funeral would be hosted by Ronkainen Westman, who would guard the King's tomb, and that the heirs to the throne would not attend it at all. It is also a decision that can be seen as an overstepping right under your command, but this is something that will not be stopped for both the North and the South factions. There are circumstances where neither the first princess nor the second princess can be present, and this one doesn't want the third princess to be present given the history of out-of-house inflammation... hehe, you won't be rewarded, neither will that king"

Because he smiled so slightly, Jikilosa also thought of the dead man again. King Wilhelm of Asuria. In the former war he was the man who caused the crisis in the diaspora, and in this war he did nothing but lay ill. History is no good praising this man. Because war-weak kings are rarely appreciated in the kingdom and in the empire. Jikilosa can't be highly regarded again. But unlike the Empire, he was the man who protected minorities, and he understood that he was the man who led the reconstruction and made it a success.

So it wasn't like I didn't feel sorry for you either. At least I didn't think it would be a good idea for my real daughter to poison me to death. It was not the usual poison that was used. Should I even say the magic potion of the fallen soul? It's not a mind or a body, it's a spirit medicine that acts on life itself and dissolves and scatters it. Definitely seen as a product of the Church's secret technology.

It was Dikilosa who first perceived its existence. After the Great Fire Gauge formed on the East Dragon River, she left the Dust Dream Forest to visit him. I saw the night I stopped in Wang capital to gather information, the light flowing from the depths of the castle into the sky. It was an unnatural glow. Life does not overflow life that way, and death does not cut a thousand lives that way. A similar phenomenon was the magic used by her master figures.

Beck would be the one who prepared it. If Gikilrosa also knows that the obese clergyman has something to do with the Miracle Investigation Office, she also knows that a man magically turning his mouth is moving with a great deal of impatience in fact. It was a possible story. Was the second princess using it directly something she understood her own deeds by fulfilling...... Marco said she understood. It makes sense given the difficulty of handling psychotropic drugs. But the motive was nowhere near the imagination of Gikilosa.

No, she didn't, and she warped the edge of her mouth. There was something I could imagine even if I didn't know the details. It's an avid faith. Abstract to the intangible God Unlike that, attachment and certainty to a tangible, visible person… not only did that person live to exist in the world, but did that person worship the sight that affects the world and actively attempt to promote it?

High is known for what people can do for themselves. Because it folds in front of the difficulties. Many greats are done for someone other than yourself, or something. Because unlimited exceedances and strides arise there. Gikilrosa thinks so, and she is aware that she lives that enthusiasm in her chest.

I saw Marco again. I expose the night to the wind as my hair, and I look wide and far into the world with my destiny in the color of my eyes. The light of life shows man's greatest in him, and it no longer surpasses even the brave man he once was. Yes, a brave man was just the shining one. Although I hated Jikilosa by its nature.

"Is the battle in three years?"

If I asked, the laughter was returned first. It's his special grin. Convince the beholder of victory.

"Yeah. And I won't end it with a single meeting. I could confirm that I was ready for that over there. Civil unrest is likely to be more intense than expected."

The laughter sounded like a bell. Is its clarity the blue sky before the storm, or does it represent a foretaste of transformation? Gikilosa worships and listens without judgment. I didn't need to know. It's not worth it in the first place like everything else. That's fine if you understand the difficulty. So she can fight.

Because I know. Death abruptly interrupts it, no matter how bright it shines.

The strength and weakness of the light of life has nothing to do with the length of time it continues to shine. Death is inevitable because people are the only ones. In other words, you can kill. Nothing else. It's an act she's good at. History proves that, too. I even tend not to shine long with great men.

I have to protect you. Unless he gives up, unless he accepts death, Gikilosa protects him with her whole body and spirit. And go with him on his journey. This time.

"Please win. Everything is exactly what Marco wants..."

I said with my thoughts in mind.

"I will. I'm sure that's why I'm here again."

Countless stars blink in heaven without the moon, and the light of life shines out on earth without anyone seeing it. But the red eyes of Gikilrosa are not moved by any beauty in heaven or earth. It's him. Only his brilliance shivers his soul.

The wind blows.

But the world couldn't do anything like freeze the two of us.