Fly the Flag of Fire!

There is a scent of flowers on the wind stroking her cheeks gently. From what you can see, the grass walls that make the walls are swarmed with red, white and peachy tulle flowers, and their luster seems to make you feel the power of spring and the signs of approaching summer. That was the first time in a long time that he had accidentally spoken out.

"It's a good village. There's power in the earth."

The young man, who smiled so, appeared graceful on the horse. But the armor he wore under his blue coat, the sword around his waist, and the long pattern tied behind his saddle show his strength as a samurai and his season. They are all used up in practical substitutes.

He takes a hard look at the village landscape. There were a few rushing there. It will be the mayor of the village and others from the beginning. The young man, who had such an idea, waited for the men without ever getting off the horse.

"All the way, welcome to the village of Kiko. I'm Herman, the village chief."

"Right. It is Axeli Arnell, Lieutenant of the Herevy Army. Welcome Hard"

Looking down and hitting each other's gaze, Accelli raised her admiration inside. Strong. A strong body that has reached the old world is like an agricultural worker, but I can feel the stubbornness behind the smell of strong soil to be called the skeleton of my soul. Is it pride or pride?

(After all, Pioneering Village during the war period has a strong core. You have a spirit of independence)

While admiring it and not giving it a bite, Accelli showed the village chiefs. One of the villagers offers to take a horse's hammer while confused by any un-down attitude. Nodding to Eagle Deep, Accelli swayed his hips sword band together. To see the reaction of the men of the village as the rattling noise bounced.

"... Lord Lieutenant, would you like to join us for dinner tonight?

The village chief slightly stretched his shoulders, but did not show fright in his eyes. I can deduce from the way the center of gravity carries and takes intercession that there is no martial arts mindset. Still, where you can't pull your hips, it's just what accessories expect.

"Three dates are scheduled for a survey of the village. There's no need for hospitality, but I'd be glad to have you serve alcohol."

"Then let me pick you up at Awkward House. How can I help you?

"Thank you. Ask for guidance tomorrow. I'm thinking of looking around today with my own eyes only. Let's hear the story of the village chief after dinner."

Hilarious and lowered accessories, if I may say so. Horse and luggage, please, I said so and walked out. I can't be chased or blamed. Because this is a legitimate mission under the Crown.

The purpose for which the accessories have been dispatched by the leadership, it is to quantify the village of Kiko, which shows strange developments. We continue to meet our obligation to deliver our annual contribution… to find out the only reason why we can continue to fulfill it in small and medium-sized villages.

Vietnam winds from the Great Ice Plains have been strong for the last two years or so, and cold damage was widespread in the north of the Kingdom of Asuria. The mood mixed with the wind is also thick, and the earth only weakens the power to produce. At the end of the day, which hindered not only the inability to produce wheat but also the securing of leaves, although it was the large-scale livestock production and military horses that would be maintained, in small and medium-sized villages even livestock winters could not be overcome. The price of meat shows the bottom of the cheap once and then continues to soar.

Gunnar was ill, the distribution of products narrowed and only the slave market showed a boom of extreme colour. Reading that the deterioration of security does not go far enough to create a frequency of thieves, the Hellevy leadership has increased its immediate response force to the point. In fact, Accelli was also experiencing engagements with horse thieves.

(It's ironic that even thief horses are good horses. That mobility is first-class)

Accelli was remembering the convoy's escort assignment. He sensed that he was being followed by thieves, and continued to prepare for raids at night during the day, washing away a slight loosening before lunch. If it was also surprising that the thief consisted only of light cavalry, it was also surprising that he was highly skilled in doing so. Destruction was difficult in infantry subjects' units, and defense was thoroughly used to protect their luggage… the result was the deprivation of command of the troops and a left transition to idleness.

(cowardice...? If you say so, there's no word to give it back. I'm the one who has nothing to do with barbarism. Plus, it's also true that I've learned to fear the strength of thieves. I'm going to make it and I don't have words to give it back)

Until then, the damage and the circumstances that did not succeed in the crusade have not been a chase for Accelli. His battle will increase in relative value, but once the lord punished him, now he can't be awarded anything more than that was a mistake. It was not conceivable, at least for accessories, that the lord Count Matthias Herlevi had such a measure or vessel.

In the end, his current situation is the use of a running border officer… an accessory that serves as a promise to that position, which is unfair from the rank of Lieutenant General. I rather even enjoyed it.

"... compared to the marsh starch, this creek is just bright with water and wind."

No abandoned houses are found in the village, and the houses are kept with kiquero birds. Some of the dry laundry seems to mix with the stained. A woman who looked surprised when she saw the accessory...... of her hand raised to conceal her mouth, her fingers are smooth with no cracks and nail tips.

(The earth or man or which one is enriching... this certainly has something to investigate. You'd be wrong to look at people a little more. Livestock and ranch can't be hidden anyway)

The children were hearing cheers from beyond blocked by the house. The accessories that took us there were going to see the landscape, which we didn't expect to see, and we stood up.

It was a play, not a play.

All twenty boys and girls are splitting up into a few fun to play with, but the content is different from any child play that accessories know, and it tastes like they'll see any of that crap. The accessory, which considered the play and why it could not be streamed, found it in the meanings and intentions hidden in play.

Some kids are swinging their sticks and playing, but that's not chamberlain. Probably made of wood, but it's caught on a solid wheel on a stick anyway, skipping it and competing for flying distance. The way the stick is shaken seems free, but many children shake it down from top to bottom to take advantage of the weight of the stick itself.

(That's a trick. To let it go far, devise a cut-top speed in your hand... that it's cut-top!?

The accessory, which I unintentionally imagined doing on my own, found its own acquired sword technique there. It's a game that can't be won by force... it's a game that needs a knack for going through swordsmanship. In fact, it's sharp as a big kid waving a stick. It's not a waist-floating shake off like an agricultural sole. He is lowering his center of gravity and swinging his arms and sword out like a whip. That one can be slashed, Accelli decided.

Also, some kids play chase, but that's also an unknown way to compete. Several people are divided into equal numbers, running to touch each other's backs. A child touched on the back is a game of falling off. In this case, isolation means defeat. How to form a team and break the opponent's ranks is key to winning and losing. The creative ideas to be spent there had a military fascination.

(Aim to center through the horizontal row and surround the left population? But the other person also tries to escape the difficulties by perceiving it and dispersing it and assembling it elsewhere. Have you got one of your eyes surrounded? But other than that, I rebuilt it... if you look at each and every one of them as a unit, it's like a battle. Even if you look at each and every one of them as they are, there's something odd about small-scale mass battles)

Finally, the youngest seemingly group. One boy seemed to abandon the children who also followed the way they ran, but when he saw it, Accelli was unintentionally roaring. A few pairs of unusual hands and feet try to touch the boy with a jerk and a laugh...... the boy avoids them sultry and streamlined with a density of toddler specific awkwardness and unexpected movements. It's a piece of paper. The kids laugh and reach out even more, wondering what they didn't mean to touch.

(No starvation and hardness whatsoever in the movement. Nor does it raise or lower the position of the head. It's not a sliding leg. Hands from behind also seem to see everything)

Keep swarming at the boy as the little ones cheerfully raise their voices. I get obsessed and try to touch it. The boy also seems to be smiling again. Flirting and flirting, I never let you touch me. The boy's dark hair shakes sarcastically. It's like an angel and fairy dance...... that's what I felt and the accessories were in sight.

So, Lieutenant, what can I do for you?

"No... it's nothing like that."

The accessory felt something barometric on the blue-eye looking straight at it. It would have been nice if the two of us had sat side by side in a place with grass flowers spreading like carpets under the trees.

(I was against a military man who came to the patrol, and I don't have the slightest gesture of moving. I'd rather sweat in my hand. I guess it's not the only one, but I said it must be a child where I did it)

It is clear that the boy is not like the others. It's not because you're dressed like a beauty. Nor is it because he has mastered brilliant body twitching. It was the boy's eyes that he couldn't help but care for the accessories. That's what makes you look like an angel, but that's the only place you're releasing powerful discomfort.

(There are no shards such as the sweetness of a child's dreams put together, and there is no giving up or drunkenness of those who have succumbed. It's like a blue lake, mirrored, with an unknown darkness behind it... that this is a person's, let alone a child's, eye?

Feeling like he was about to be inhaled deeply, Accelli missed her gaze toward the field. Spring sown mekong wheat spreads green leaves and is lush. Although it has not yet reached the point of earring, the soundness of leaf waves that soar in the wind leaves expectations of autumn harvest. It is not a landscape that can be seen in any village.

"You are... Marco, you are eight years old, but in your eyes, what is this village like?

I said, and Accelli glanced at me. Whatever it is, I'm sure I tried to connect words, but that's why I thought it was a lot of questions. He is an eight-year-old child, even though he is the son of the village chief. Eyes are incredible, but what am I going to do with letting you debate a village that would be the only world for you? There is no way to know the comparison object, so I can't argue about good or bad.

"This is a good village."

It was an accessory that I reflected on, which was the only one that could be answered as inconsiderate, but the words that followed were beyond his imagination.

"It's a livestock that I grew up with. Sora, the rancher is rushing to see what's going on."

The eyes of the accessory are opened wide, spiciferously, even smiling and saying away. I'm the only one in the boy's eyes. What it means is, solve it. It's not something that any of us can respond to. It was largely due to his self-esteem that he regained his breath and swallowed his spit for a long time before opening his mouth.

"... livestock. What kind of beast would the owner be?

"It seems like a beast as much as greed and head. It's only been ten years connecting livestock, but, well, you're keeping it there. We've been failing in recent years."

"Failure...... you think something will happen?

"I keep waking up. A new beast is ravaging our territory."

Gokuri and an accessory that swallowed the spit again. It may have been unusual, but it was kept to a minimum, and I correspond to the level indicated by the boy… It was curiosity that sprung up after I painstakingly protected the dignity of the individual.

(Livestock is the village of Kiko, and the owner beast is Count Hellevy. The village was incorporated into the Count's administration about ten years ago during the "Holy Flame Festival”. And what's the new beast? Is it about that horse thief? Funny. Isn't that funny, Marco boy? What words come out of that little mouth)

One of the known divinations of accessories is child divination. When times move, there is a proclamation as an omen in other songs and movements that children play without love. It is assumed that God speaks through the innocent mind. Aren't you experiencing such a wonder... the discomfort was now capturing accessories with a perverse persuasion.

"Can an old beast not beat a new beast?

"Yes, if the bleeding continues, or your neck may be soaked"

"Why can't we win?"

'Cause I keep looking forward with an insult.'

"If you look back, can you win"

"If you're going to give me one of my legs,"

"... so many beasts"

"The old beast has been sick and bleeding for the last two years. You can also see smoke up front. It's not a situation where you can wield your fangs."

The view shown to sound if struck is which roars the accessories. At some point he felt like he was overlooking the entire territory of Count Hellevy. The negligence of the territorial government, which even weighed itself when it was leading the troops and pretended not to see it… it sat in the corner of the village on the left to think about it.

"... what will happen to successful livestock?

It is an accessory that I had already half-forgotten about my mission when I asked. The tone had no colour to question, but rather even gave signs to show. The boy's response, however, once again exceeds the accessory's expectations.

"In the meantime, I've invited pastoralist children. You have a right to be protected from wolves more than you have a duty to contribute. I'm prepared to be somewhat cramped, but, well, don't forget the origins of Pioneering Village in Pioneering Village, Lord Lieutenant."

Accelli laughed.