Fly the Flag of Fire!

History is a puppet show that plays threads. Pincha clatters and sounds.

Skipping his plans to become the king's brother-in-law and playing as much of a role as possible with the king's father, Topias shows his constant smiling presence around today. I was proud that I was doing well. Nobody cares about Topias as a result.

"Thorough fight!? Are you insane enough to say such a crazy thing!

The anger involves shortness of breath. The round-table meeting by the Southern Hordes has progressed since the beginning of the matter as a confrontation between Horde Ahmaniemi and none other than him. How many times has this been the Old Marquis's fierce outrage? Topias doesn't count anymore from beyond ten degrees. Because it's nothing if the rarity is gone.

"It seems a few words go by, my Marquis. I don't even think it's your word for showing your own horseback assault courage on the battlefield. Uncle Eteramaki insists on the significance of justice. I am proud to continue to congratulate you and bow my knees to the north. As far as I'm concerned, there's also the outrage of being illegally occupied."

It seems the same to young people who are getting tired. Uncle Kalisalmi's words are also losing sight of the kind of consideration and respect he had at the beginning. Should I say that the real deal is peeking? It is the gateway that ascended to the latest Count with an upward orientation to the rampant. I guess there is also a fashion to honor authority. In other words, it is useful for itself or not.

"I don't care around here at this time. The question is, can we talk about Marco Hahato?"

It's Uncle Palvilla. Sit back properly, and be bold inside about what you say.

"The country where he sits in power is unhappy. I'm not too slow or awkward. Fighting is not an end, but a means. I hope you don't get me wrong."

He doesn't even eat confectionery, as usual, but instead he keeps his hands together and cleverly moves his eight fingers, except his thumb, with Uneune. That reminds me of the verse foot when I let the ground beetle roll. Or a cannibal plant twirl or something called nesting in demonic realms. Human beings may also be a little magical when they live for more than seventy years.

Speaking of which, Topias remembered. What happened to Eleonora? Three years ago, it was Uncle Palvilla who had reported that she had slipped out of a closed mansion and strayed into the Dust Dream Forest. I consult with Lord Ahmaniemi and lay down the truth against everyone else, but nobody tries to pursue the truth in the first place. Is it because no one wants to be involved in a broken heart? Or is it because the times no longer require it? It's a little unfortunate for Topias. It's a doll that I spent a lot of time with.

Eleonora, well, did the ghost eat you? Or would the witch have sipped my life? Topias had that in mind, so he missed the moment when the round table venue moved a lot. This is one lapse as a person of the Church. Check the situation.

Looks like Marquis Ahmaniemi beat up Uncle Parvila.

It would be a shocking occasion given the identities of both. Topias slightly regretted his detours, which he missed. Was it inevitable, or did you dare take it? I can't ask anyone, but they also thought no one would answer. The two old men stared at each other, and the other two became solidified and speechless.

"Nicodemus... you must be Nicodemus, but you are foolish no matter what"

It was a trembling voice that squeezed my throat. Ahamaniemi's face stopped to be red and blue, and is now white. It's old enough for a slight gap. Topias observed the shiatsu and its appearance. When the unshakeable shakes, it collapses even brittle... it's fundamental to castle attack, but I wonder if it's something like that.

"If I had been stupid, I would have been happy..."

A strand of red fell from Uncle Palvilla's mouth, to which I replied. Without even wiping it, the little old man began to spin words that smelled of blood.

"I can't keep Marco Hahato alive. Because he's trying to kill everything but him. He has everything in him, he is complete, and he has no hesitation or shame of shards in representing that arrogant thing to the world. He is trying to get through his endeavors by involving the world. If you're unconscious, it's still okay, but I'm sure he knows how to do it. What a horrible man..."

I guess that's the truth, the Old Count's true meaning. My voice is trembling. I have fright in my eyes. The words go on.

"I looked into him. I've done a lot of research. I've spent a lot of my life researching everything from the village where he was born to this day. Then there was a voice I could hear. No matter where you are or what you do, that voice is stuck with me and I can't leave. I can still hear you now. Really, really horrible..."

The voices that were about to disappear, however, were emitted in the next moment as intense.

"Come on, there's a war on!

Was the voice truly the voice of Uncle Parvila? The awesomeness keeps going.

"Everything's falling apart! The world is no longer flamed! Nobody gets burned, he gets burned!

Blood splashed out of my mouth. It took Lord Ahmaniemi, but the person called didn't even notice it. Now there is no one in this round table who can move. The words roared wildly and struck down everything on this occasion.

"Neither laziness nor compromise is tolerated! Fire and air across the shore are also unacceptable! You don't even have to argue about the good and the bad anymore! Those who are weak and miserable will die! Scratch! Scratch! Keep dancing on a flaming night!!

Trying to exhale the fire, in fact, flying a blood-colored spit, the old Count emitted an all-out amount of voice. No one could say anything. No one could move slightly. Only Uncle Palvilla's rough and bitter breathing is repeated in the freezing hours. Topias tried his hand on his throat. Loosen the collar slightly.

How much time would have elapsed? A missing sound was created between Katharikhari and Kathari. That seems to be because the old Count moved for water. water... no, is that white water... wrap it like it matters with your hands trembling a cup of hot air, and sip it so that your mouth is closer together. Topias thought it would taste like blood.

"Untamo, I'm scared. I am afraid of Marco Hahato. I don't think I'm the same person. 'Cause you are, aren't you? There is only one world, and there are many people. So people are“ human ”because everyone takes someone into account, they give way or give way to each other, they fold, they adjust their position as they lean over each other... that's how they can share“ between ”right?

The words, which resumed to roar slowly, quickly speeded up desperation as momentum, to the point where they eventually even made me feel pity for the sound. Apparently the old Count was smiling. That was a familiar kind of laugh for Topias. Church officials routinely touch it.

It's a grin for empathy. A grin for companionship. I want to realize that I'm not alone, but I have a kind of laugh that makes me feel better. The grin that comes to mind when the frightened, the anxious, those who cannot be alone, even try to expose their weakness and abandon their possessions, and still be given warmth and kindness... is the grin of Ari.

"He said it's not his own world... and that's the first time he's been human since he figured it out, right? He doesn't do it. I'm trying to repaint everything by his law. I'm trying to transform something very intense into something incredible."

The smile disappeared powerlessly, and there was an old man's shameless expression. But words go on.

"How magnificent... how disgusting... and powerful enough to just get it done. It has the power to the point of being superior to anyone else, overwhelming. Tell me this isn't fear, what's fear, Untamo? The North and the South are fighting over each other, and this is it? How much would it be if a new era were built under the triumph of the North..."

That tone you talk about as you stare is badly pale, and that sounds truthful to me.

"Marco Hahato was also observing us during the meeting. There was no shard in the exaltation of war... like a teacher, like an examiner... like a terrible father, watching a thousand die and ten thousand fall. I confirmed it with these eyes. That's how I figured it out. Untamo, whatever you do can't be his shackle. You can do as you wish to be Lord Yuriharsila, but not about him. So..."

The passion has passed. The magic is solved. But finally, it looks like something dull and glowing has been left behind. Make sure you crawl low on the ground. Your voice comes from your bloody lips. An old man named Nicodemus Parvila is making it happen.

"... so I can't keep Marco Hahato alive. It is only after killing him that we end the civil unrest. Don't do it. It won't end anything. How can you not know that, Untamo Ahamaniemi or you?"

No voice to answer, no voice to prompt it, nor.

The silence comes, and Topias hears a noiseless sound. As there was a single string stuck in this space, I thought I heard it slice and fall. Uncle Ichihoku in the south is sinking himself into his own seat in each of them, and no one wants to show his next move. It is the end of one dance. Topias even wanted to applaud, but as usual it only went in the back of his brain and just kept looking. Everyone is losing power. Exactly like a threaded puppet.

So I guess that's inevitable.

As if waiting for this moment, there was a woman who opened the door flat and appeared between the round tables. It's the beginning of a new act. The sound of the shoes is brave and it seems natural to gather a gaze, and we sit vigorously on one that was vacant between Marquis Ahmaniemi and Uncle Eteramaki. A man's military uniform. A single-edged horseback knife on the hips. Hiding half his face in the black eyelid, the floating smile is laid back and I can't feel a single stray.

"Good mood, everyone. I'm late for practice."

It is a margarator. But would that be a margarator?

Damaged as royalty with a poisonous death, damaging as a woman with a sword-bathered death, Eleonora, the embodiment of her dreams and ideals, also fell from the throne of the gorgeous protagonist. It seemed like all she had was despair. Nobody had anything to expect from her. A human being named Margareta, the second princess of the Kingdom of Asuria, died once in a sense.

But she had an unexpected recurrence. Three years of military training is the means. It was more like an awakening than a transformation. Though I found it really interesting as a topiary, this woman named Margareta had a rare talent as a soldier. Is this also royal blood business?

The fact that the masked Gilly was on his side seemed exactly like a divine dispensation. That middle-aged soldier, who has been sent with a hundred horsemen of holy knights over the island of the Holy Grail, is introduced to Topias as a man of rare general-talent, although he knows only the face under the white mask. He is also a colleague of Topias in that he moves under the direction of Joaquim Beck, the Bishop of the East. Although he had the ability not to allow other followers in manoeuvres by light cavalry and made it a prestigious task to bottom up the proficiency of the southern forces, his main task involved margaretas.

Princess General Margareta and her limp-wrapped Cavalry Regiment of the Cold Moon… It is Gilly's mission to finish them with strength and use them to reflect the Church's intentions in civil unrest. It was a decision that stepped among those with precedents in an alternative measure that did not put out the Holy Grail Knights.

This civil unrest in the Kingdom is somewhat inconvenient for the Church. What is true is not what Topias knows, and as one of the pawns he will not need to know, but as a person in the field he can deduce. The fact that the Four Horses of the Kingdom seized the physical form of the "fallen soul” spirit medicine greatly increased their distrust of the Church without choosing the north or south of the forces. Civil unrest is expected to end in a triumph in the north, but in the unlikely event that the south triumphs, it is inevitable that the influence of the Church will diminish, whatever the degree of difference.

In some cases, the Church may carry out the demolition and rebuilding of the kingdom. Topias noticed himself looking forward to it. I'm confused because it was a movement of mind I don't really experience.

There are three options for the future. One of the most desirable is the triumph of the South, whereby Cristian, the son of Topias, takes power. It is extremely unlikely that it will be feasible, but if it does, it will be convenient to restore the influence of the Church. The corrected history will continue as before.

What Topias has looked forward to is also one last resort. Whatever victory between North and South brings the civil unrest to an end, if that new government was to a strong degree to drain the Church, it must once and for all destroy the Kingdom of Asuria itself.

Just as well, it is unlikely that the Everian Empire will be able to attack beyond the plains for a while. From what Topias saw, it was thought that fifteen to twenty years would prolong the confusion if Church intervention were strengthened. That time is an abominable length for the Church, but with that, it is not difficult to build a new country to the east of the continent. Or it could be the nascent kingdom by Kristian. If Topias can be most active, that's it. Sometimes you'll be on the battlefield again.

The third option, by far the most likely to happen, is to inject and penetrate the colours of the Church with various means and methods into the new system after the Northern victory. Some decline in influence during the initial period is unavoidable. But if Bridgetop had been left behind to some extent, it would be easy to recover the loss of land from it. It's a simple story for Topias. Because the Church is just. You can say the truth. It is the Church that exists as the reason of the world, not as a convenience being such as kingdom or empire. In the short term, the Church continues to triumph in the perspective of its long history, albeit varied. Human history is synonymous with the history of the Church.

The future converges in one place with all the branches. There is a world operation by the Church on every road. I think things should go as mildly as possible to the future, because this is a pitiful topic for the way the dolls sing and dance that I don't even know. It goes against doctrine, such as expecting a second option. The Holy Knight is disqualified in pursuit of personal pleasure, etc. Whatever role you play, once you become a holy knight, you live and die as a holy knight. I have the fullness to live a holy life.

Still, I can't help but feel a little envy for Topias these days. Not to the dolls. Against my colleague Gilly. Not against standing on the battlefield. Not against the mask, no matter what. That's a bad hobby.

It's a margareta.

This margareta is now the newest and most important doll. She is a beautiful, gorgeous maiden of war. It is a delicacy that is manipulative and influential. It is Bishop Beck who truly grips the thread, just as it was in Eleonora, but Topias thinks it's fun for Gilly to stand in between as an athlete.

The period of holding the new doll is over. I no longer know anything about her and the Cold Moon Cavalry except Uncle Eteramaki. I've even notified the north. I plan to make a statement for the most part nearby, but that would be such a fun dance. The footlights of the times would gather there. Even now at the round-table meeting, sora, but she is radiant.

"... Ugh, until then? It's true that it takes as long as a nagging meeting."

One person, no match for her. The statements of the Quadrilateral Four were struck down by just that. The anger of the Ahamaniemi Marquis, the expectations of Uncle Palvilla, the praise of Uncle Kalisalmi, the worship of Uncle Eteramaki... everything has not reached her and she is just laughing away. Brilliantly she is arrogant. As many heroes do.

"The war is going on. As long as that adulterer lives, as long as this I live, how can there be an end to the battle? No matter how many soldiers die or how many villages burn, why do you need to be disturbed? It's not a child fight... there's no choice at all."

She laughs at the men with couscous, and she talks. I can't even stop it.

"Be firm, those who are in the south and guard the righteousness of the kingdom. I'm not ready to argue with you once I've lost a match. Pre-conference? Forget about losing. Reason is enough after winning. That I'm sorry to be old without even knowing that."

Exactly. Topias remembered the screams of Uncle Palvilla earlier. Is this what you mean by no good or evil? It's just that all her power is overwhelming this place.

"Are you really willing to reinstate Kristian? If not, please tell me. I'll take your neck here now. The Solemn Qing of the Traitor is a step forward into the future that should be. I'm sure it will reassure your sister's will. There will be holy blessings. Come on, name it."

Only one single eye looks at a man with a cold blade of glance. Ahamaniemi. Topias got himself out a little unexpectedly. If you're a margarator, you might do it. As long as there is an edge of the round table between them, the distance is close.

"... what a difficulty!

"Oh, I knew it was you."

The white blade flashed. Blood scattered.

Topias witnessed it all without missing it. It was a truly promising “history”.