Fly the Flag of Fire!

"No, it doesn't extend to humility. I think this is a good village."

Tell that to the village chief, Herman, and the accessory warped the edge of his mouth with a nibble. The boy, Marco, also seems to have given rise to a lucid grin on his face. A small array of liquor is arranged on the tabletop of the village chief's house at the end of the evening, and the three humans of various ages, all lit by orange lights.

"Let me take a look, but I'd still like a wheat field. The next year's contribution will also be hampered by that. Excellent when it comes to villages that cry cold. Do you have any secrets?

"Nothing like a secret...... if you are strong enough to mention it, is it a worm? It is also close to the mountains of the north, so it is easy to carry in black and ash soil, and the insects contained therein are not slightly offended."

The conversation is taking place between Accelli and Hellman. Unless the accessory speaks in particular, the brunette blue-eyed boy just listens quietly.

"I see. But I hear that whatever soil there is, there is just enough compost to take advantage of its performance. How did you maintain so much livestock in this village? In recent years, many villages have been unable to secure their feed."

"My village and not all livestock made me go beyond winter. Wind direction or dirt… we took care of some of the pasture we got, and now we have all the villagers and put up with the grocery bread."

"I'm not saying I made it easier, and you can swallow that word as it is... but what about that? I'm not going to tell you to expose everything, but I'm going to tell you that falsehood is not for the village."

A strong verbal accessory, but the village investigation combined a downward look at tax collection, regardless, and I understood the fear that poor spectacular language would raise taxes as it were. Especially in the peripheral villages, there is a temper that "we pioneered the wilderness without the help of the king," and domination tends to avoid investigation and intervention while accepting it.

As far as accessories are concerned, Kiko Village's rich reasons are neither luck nor location. Whether thinking on merit or the impression of seeing inside the village, it was clear that this village was producing richness with certain strength. But I don't know why. What is there?

(I don't know what it is... but the person who brought that something to the village, first of all, is definitely this boy, I guess. Okay, well, how far can you tell me?)

The boy, who had a cool face at the end of his gaze, showed no slight upset, either, showing one of the small plates on the tabletop with his hands flat. Chopped root vegetables are soaked in vinegar liquid. The accessories had not yet eaten for strangers.

"Try it first"

"Hmmm...... a little sour but not toothy. I don't know what it tastes like."

"It's Kwamp."

It is an accessory that is said and grumpy. If you're a soldier, it's a name you know as "horse bait on the long battlefield," which is a winter weed, not something you eat with liquor on a spring platter. I'll try to chew again. It wasn't flattering or tasty, but it wasn't unpalatable. I can hear the child's transparent voice going to that place.

"I can taste a little better if it's within fresh, but that's what I left it pickled back in water, so it's the best around. You can expect more harvest per area than narcoma or pack grass, so make it human or livestock. It helped you outgrow hunger."

"That's... but hogs and birds don't like this anyway, do they?

"Yes, that depends on your ingenuity too... well, if humans eat patiently, you can turn anything else around for that matter"

"... I see, one seed?"

Furthermore, the boy's voice continues.

"We also use horses other than military horse applications… for breeding dwarf horses (if I were you)"

"You know, in this village, you can use cowhorses for labor."

"We save where we can and we make up for it with the efforts of the villagers…"

"... what?

"I want to keep it a secret that horse meat eating is the norm, even though it's a dwarf horse. As a village in charge of the end of the horse region, it can only have a negative impact if the horse trader looks at me."

"Well... there are those who are abominable in their daily lives, even as they are on the battlefield."

"It would be helpful if you could take into account"

Horses produced from the territory of Earl of Hellevy are highly popular as military horses. Because the exquisite concentrations of air and cold winds act on horses, or they are brave, they are resistant to strife, and they are ideal for putting them on the battlefield. Comparing that to a dwarf horse is tantamount to comparing luxury paintings to graffiti... at least that's what Accelli and the rest of the military think. The dwarf horse is small and sloppy, as the name suggests, and the temperament is whimsical and difficult to handle. Is withstanding coarse food the only advantage of being a livestock?

(Reasons to give priority over training and selling military horses...... can quamps work together?

The accessories learned a few hooks. Perhaps the discomfort has returned.

(This village... yes. The odd thing about this village is that it's controlled. It feels as if they are on the front lines and are laying down a military junta. It is not a collection of those who worry with joy every day. There are leaders who have created powerful muscle paths... and who predicted cold damage or inaction? Otherwise I can't explain it)

And what I see, it was still the boy.

Wasn't that presence that was in the kids and didn't leave them unattended correctly such as the qualities of the mentor? In fact, they say all the children's incredible plays are due to this boy's proposal. I've only been in this village for a day... and Accelli thinks... that there's this boy named Marco in the center of all the surprises I've seen and heard in the meantime.

"By the way, could you lend me a nail clipper? It's a little broken."

The reaction of the accessory to that word was divided. Hellmann became gnawed, and Marco revealed a delightful colour on his face. "I will," he said, taking his seat; and what he brought with him were claw cuts and claws and sleds.

"That's a good product. This shaped nail clipper has a tense value there, even in the territorial capital. But in this village it seems to be popular with every family. Dyed textiles. This is personal, but the standard of living of a group is something you can tell a lot about when you look at women. Especially with your hands. It's obvious... there's money in this village that's not recorded."

Before I let him bring it. While properly polishing his fingernails, Accelli alternated between Herman and Marco. There is a strong tension in the face of the old man, which indicates that he has become more alert. One, or whatever was floating in the boy's face that leaves him young, smiles. But the glance is awesome.

(You're like a Raptor who recognized prey. Grasp everything you throw one foot at a time...... No, you don't. No. More fierce and less far-fetched. Deep as well as sharp. I'm trying to figure everything out to the inside of a human being named me)

Without changing any of his facial expressions and armored, the accessory focused on his invisible lower body under the table. Intentionally remove shoulder strength and loosen eyebrows and cheeks. I don't swallow saliva that builds up under my tongue. Because you can't swallow without making a sound.

The wings of the worms invited by the lights are repeatedly ringing irregularly or interrupted. No orange warmth was felt now, and the accessory's vision was under pressure that was uncertain whether all the blue eyes were far or near. If you were told something magical was radiating, you'd be convinced that it would be.

"The lieutenant seems to have a gift for a general."

Accelli could not blame the boy, who had grumbled and advised him to drink, for his lame remarks. I couldn't afford such a mind, and most importantly, I wasn't in a situation where I could physically utter words. They were forced to challenge the limits of volume and discomfort in their mouths. Take a drink with a cool face and try to carry it to your mouth subtly. I pecked two bites without putting the cup back, and mumbled with the third. Breathe with your nose while you hide in the cup.

If I refreshed my mind and put the cup down, my eyes that captured me like that would have lurked the ringing. Even though he perceived that he had been tested, the accessory felt even odd satisfaction, rather than anger. Because he had already found something more than a boy in the boy.

"... as a play on booze, apart from the public, I want to hear"

Put in no, then ask.

"To the General… means that it has not yet been done. What the hell is missing from me in your eyes?

"Faithful."

It was instant enough to snort. And I can't deny it.

"You are the one who knows the law of war. I will not line up the talent necessary for the General with a hard one. But all of that is the first living thing with the Lord to serve. The things you do as Lord and at your discretion are just personal matters that come down to you no matter how far you go. People call it a hobby."

Speaking of sarah and spiciness, the boy mouthed a twi and a drink. A prank glance is flashing.

"You don't have the temper to spend your talent on hobbies. For I have no intention of bearing the life of a soldier, nor of bearing the fate of the Lord. I intend to put everything I see in other personnel and only myself in order. And you're going to love it. People call it masturbation."

What a slut of a grin with a crooked mouth! The accessory felt something tremendous running on her spine. Something fierce boils inside my chest, and my breath snaps. There comes a conclusion.

"Choose a branch or throw away your nails...... the half man is to stop. It's not cool, is it?

A boy who deepened his monstrous grin for a moment, but returned to his face as if nothing had happened after he had filled his cup. Is the sound of a bug collision? A feather worm struck by heat came off the tabletop without sound, and stopped moving.

I have something that sticks out quietly. It's a liquor bottle held in the hand of an accessory. The boy and the village chief take it. And the accessory poured wine into his cup, and let him put it up lightly.

"I got a gold word. Pray for the peace and development of the village of Kiko"

The three of us drinks slipped down their throats and disappeared.

"... Again, this is a good village"

The accessory just talks out tightening.

"If the factor that gives rise to the gold is the son of the village chief, and the age of the person is eight, then there is no longer anything to be said. It wasn't until I was twelve that I was obliged to pay taxes. Officer, let me report that I expect the next tax collection and that it is the result of dealing with a steep field using Kwamp."

That's all I'm talking about. The night is long enough, and if you are a man, you should lie down and close your eyelids.

It was a village girl named Hannah who handily guided guests to the rooms, provided bedding support, and prepared mouthwash water. The accessory, which she saw treating the boy with respect, asked only one. It's a question that I didn't even expect an answer to. Before bedtime. Maybe he wanted to expose the excitement he wouldn't wake up.

"A boy named Marco... who is that?

My daughter, who was stretching her blanket, told her with her eyes that she would never get lost.

"Boy is destiny."

Accelli laughed. A child fortune tells me that it is now sole. I waited, kept searching, and something I was expecting appeared before me in the form of a boy... that's how sure I was. True destiny, before and after this day in one's life will change irrevocably.

Accelli Arnell.

It originates in the lower nobility of the Kingdom of Asuria. He was also sent to the front line from deteriorating war conditions to complete outstanding grades at Wangdu Military School. He was redirected as a reinforced personnel to various battlefields due to his high adaptability, and achieved solid results in all of them. After the “Holy Flame Festival", he did not wish to return to the military school, but transferred to the Hellevy Army from an unwilling posture to work in the rear.

And you will encounter “Destiny," whose name will be known as one of Marco's main generals.

An all-powerful man who shows acute skill in both internal affairs and plot as a general of both intelligence and courage, Marco's trust was also strong, launching much of his achievements in a half-independent separate work assignment. Some theories say that they were actually plotting independence, but on the other hand, they also retain the allegedly spoken words to the deputy secretary.

"I don't have the talent of a king to know what I deserve and hate being more than I am. Workers but lazy. All you have to do is have a job worthy of it. Forgive me for taking the lead in making history."

I don't know if it's a lie or a truth. But at the time of Marco's feat, he was so “enthusiastic” that it was impossible to speak in the name of Accelli Arnell. The footprints of its activity are diverse, but Kiko Village Patrol as "Border Patrol Officer" is cited by many historians as the first step in talking about his relationship with Marco. Even if it doesn't make sense in itself, the second step that follows is too serious, so it gets noticed.

Marco's name will appear for the first time in history when the finished patrol accessories visit Kiko Village again. And it was a long and long day for the Kingdom of Aslia and for the Everian Empire, as the starting point for the great fluctuations in its destiny.