Fly the Flag of Fire!

The burning trees are laid to the north like carpets that conceive warmth. Far away, the heavenly mountains are illuminated by a clear blue colour with bright white shades. If nature sees something close to hand, even though it doesn't try to hide it from everyone who sees a giant presence, the red fruit like a bird's jewel is scattered busily and quite naive there.

Well, Lauri thought of the old days. I remember more than ten years ago. I gather the soil and walk with it on my back just to please the young man... what I saw in the fold of working my back and hips was also this enormous landscape.

"Hey, I kind of want to touch the dirt."

"I don't care if I do. I'm not going to help you, Noon. I'm tired of it."

Yarucco's response is immediate and devoid of shards of love. It's Dwarf himself who sits on a chair hung from a stump. It is so spared that there is no axe. In his hand is a knife and a wooden chop, sculpting a plump bird. The days spent in the lonely towns of the north seemed to let him put together the smell of the earth reasonably well.

"Are you cultivating something? Oh, okay, it'll be food. Like a drug flavor for practicing noodles."

"It's close. It's different."

Yarucco in the sunshine blurred as he corrected the wooden carving.

"The princess is not interested in cultivating anything but wheat. Determine the drug flavour as a collection. Hanaho root, wet mushrooms, muddy potatoes, red roots, soft tree sprouts... are you telling me? I can't even look at the woods, I'm so busy thinking about where and what kind of food there is."

"Haha! That's going to be dirty."

"If you told me to do it, I would say no, but the princess would do it by herself if she left me alone, so I had to." Noh. "

Fu and the blown one sighed or flew the carved debris slightly, and Yarucco stopped working on the wood carving. I loose my tools.

"How could I have been caged away from the palace with that? If you don't finish, Princess, you may not return. Tell Marco."

"Oh, haha... that's some serious information."

Neither rose, and the two walked out toward the mansion. Built as an aristocratic villa, it's very old, and I can't help but feel free and free for grass and dust to grow to the walls, and someday be swallowed up inside nature. Based on the fact that it is the back of the north, it doesn't look like the next king's building to stay in.

If you pass the water field to the south side of the mansion, the gravel stones will also exit into a neglected garden. There are many garden trees. Especially in the eastern distance, the great tree also covers the roof with branches, the light shade shaking in the wind is also delicate and subtle, and the wet edge creates a quiet flair. Then there was a girl sitting there exposed to her bare feet.

The clarity of the white garment softly wraps the hands and feet of the seventeen-year-old, and the hair that remains untied represents an amber dark and pale. Has childhood come to something strange after a time of purity... Soft cheeks are lovely and round eyes are beautiful, but Lauri thinks the impression of the beholder will never remain there. She has irresistible beauty. frightening to make people devout. That was very similar to what we had been looking at until the previous

It's Paulina. The Third Princess of the Kingdom of Asuria lives in the North without anything to adorn her.

"Why do you eat something that looks delicious?"

"Yeah, delicious. You should try it."

"Which one... Ho, no good grilling"

There's a wooden bowl by the sitting paulina, and there's a few flat ones inside that smell fragrant. That's a baked treat that Lauri knows a lot about. Stir the light flour, eggs and nectar and stretch flat one spoon at a time, cook in a stone kiln and make. Because of its shape, it is familiar to ordinary people under the name of "small plate grill”.

In the present case, however, it is the princess's eating sweet. Moreover, she is the next king to Lauri and others. I didn't have to know if Yarucco was comfortable outside the courtesy frame, and Lauri was hesitant to reach out.

"Delicious, isn't it?

If they offered you a bowl, for example, you can't not not eat here. Pinch the dark brown one with your fingers and carry it to your mouth.

"Hey, what an honor...... wow! What is this!?

The texture that crisps and crumbles is unlike any small plate grill I've ever had. The left hand, which refrained from spilling powder, lost its original meaning and now became an expression of wana wana and surprise. The smell that comes out of your mouth and into your nose is also a sweet, druggy fragrance. Spread across the tongue is the taste of sweetness and bitterness giving way to flour flavors even as they attract others to each other. The teeth are stiff, thin and creepy, and something with different textures dances everywhere.

"The trick is to bake it twice. Mother imitation. I haven't gotten the baking yet, but I'm better at handling the drug flavor."

I'm not impressed with such a proud smile. Lauri ate the rest with a small mouthful like a small animal out of gratitude, but next to it Yarucco was eating it unwrought. In the meantime, Paulina watched the sky far and southwest. That seemed like a far sight to do, and Lauri just kept eating one of the small plates.

Eventually the princess and the old warrior... or her grandson and grandfather... dropped off the ingredients for dinner before Lauri took off her shoes and went up to the mansion. Transport empty wooden bowls and water spills to the kitchen. And I witnessed one beautiful woman flashing a blade also vividly scowling the fish.

"Oh, I'm sorry, leave it there. I'm just going to do it."

Somewhere brave to wrap a hand wipe around his head, samurai warlord Vilma Cantra said refreshingly. Lauri obeys the instructions without denying. The smile didn't have to break, but I was scared. Lauri's cooking methods don't drop the center of gravity, and it's impossible for your elbows to lift over your shoulders. Which combat technique is it?

"Uh, well, I'll make you wait in that room."

"Yes, do so. I'll bring you a scroll...... haah!

Listening to the wind-cut sound of the blade behind his back, Lauri escaped the quiver and the kitchen. This evening's dinner will be with your companion, but I had no idea what the hell I was going to get. I guess it's fish. But how is it a fish? I guess it can be accompanied by a drug flavour.

It was Lauri, who often waited in the reception room and could not bring tea utensils or hear this evening's dedication to the streamlined Burma.

"It's already dry. Please, check the contents"

The scrolls offered are a substitute for Lauri being entrusted by Elvi. I left it with Vilma when I visited her because I wanted her to write it down.

"Then excuse me...... and wow, Her Royal Highness also wrote me!?

"Yes, Master Paulina is like that. It's pathetic to be out of company and... shouldn't I have?

"Oh, no, that's not true. It's an honor, and I'm sure you can surprise and please! Russia, I'm having more fun!

"Yes, Lord Marco thinks nice things too."

Vilma's laughter is gorgeous. A golden hair that ripples luxuriously is not something you can see in stage theatre. Lauri wondered if this was one of the benefits. As someone who pinches a table and drinks tea, it's just beautiful. The days of grasping at dragon scales are bordered by beauty, and every woman is all sorts of powerful.

"Nevertheless, I was surprised at that small plate grill, no way it was handmade by His Highness. Except for the noodles, it's amazing."

"I also have ideas on how to work out the dough and put it to sleep. I'm sure Paulina will live up to her moves."

"Was it also made in the outhouse?

"Yes, it was an important time for parents and children to spend. The tea party after I was able to do it was one of my favors."

If I thought of that, Lauri was convinced that it would be useful as well. If you think about the deliciousness of tea and confectionery, you will also accumulate spit in your mouth. And Paulina's mother is from the Hiltura family. The family name sounds special to the merchant. Merchants are attracted to the shipbuilding technology, and pedestrians are attracted to many of its inventions.

It was the claw cleavers from the Hiltura family who often took care of Lauri during the merchant era. Light, small, expensive, convenient, nothing to say. I also have many memories. I was told that the proceeds of the White Transparency Training were a sign of the return to each family in Kiko Village, and that Marco and Accelli had become a cut-off in bringing each other's attention. I don't know what's going to lead me to the next in my life.

"How did the SS guys look? They seem to be stationed in a difficult position."

"Oh, everyone was fine. That or this or this place that needs attention, but anyway, the leader of the regiment is that guy. I think the more we do, the more we stick it out."

"Lord Arnell... maybe he would. I always have the impression of laughing invincibly."

"That's right... Oh, but I saw an interesting face this time. He's in a hurry, tears eyes, can't even open his mouth."

"Holy shit! That's unimaginable... it doesn't seem like a serious case to look at from that mouth."

"I had a chance to eat some very spicy food... this is already red and green, with a dish that sprays a looming fire with no escape..."

Lauri exhaled and cooled the fever that resurrected to her tongue, reflecting on the battle of the old days.

It was the day I visited the makeshift garrison close to the King's capital to receive the scrolls. In addition to Elvi, Oiva also waited on the tent of the accessories, and a banquet seat was set up that it was rare to gather in this face. It was a pleasant time to miss the Hackinen Guard era. Both the liquor held by the accessories and the big fish that Oiva had bought on the market were delicious. But when the sole appeared on the tabletop, all the flavors were blown away.

The texture of the noodles was good. But the entangled liquid was off track. The way red and green bump cuts that I think would be vegetables floated and sank in the drool was a kind of unusual force, and it wasn't something I could reach for the lightening off, coupled with the irritating odor that stuck me in the nose. But Elvi smiles and recommends it. That look had nothing but good intentions. Lauri and the others challenged each other at the same time for an indefinite time.

And I came to know that spiciness is hot and painful when it exceeds its limits.

Coughing was unstoppable, but Lauri swallowed it. I was drunk not because I woke up drunk, but because I wanted liquid. The same goes for Oiva, as I think Lauri shared many understandings in the blink of an eye. Elvi was smiling and eating it. It's a little hard, I think I heard that. An irrevocable battle had begun.

But... Only one of them left. accessories. You can say you ran away. He swelled his cheeks and even wept in his eyes, although it was not the spitting out, and for a few moments to show his strange behavior, he tried to roll it and take it off to the outside of the tent. I couldn't chase him. The battlefield was within the tent and not outside.

"Captain Arnell... doesn't seem to like spicy food"

"That's an unexpected weakness."

Seems like a scene on the stage to make it look funny. Not that he was detoxified by it, but with a strange sobriety, Lauri looked over at the room. The warm reception room in the sun facing south is surrounded by clean air. Naturally tidy, there is no question that every corner is well cleaned. Then how can you want to spend a long time without being tough or pushy... Lauri thought there seemed to be an answer to that in the ornamental shelf.

Several paintings are decorated. With an awkward brush, the colour runoff seems to offer a glimpse of the painter's magnificent mind landscape. It is decorated with several wooden carved small animals. Compared to the general statue, it is an unsatisfactory posture and trick, but the powerful and polite finish makes me want to touch it by hand.

"... life here is peaceful. I just want to thank Lord Marco for his consideration."

The voice had a sense of purpose, so Lauri watched Vilma without responding lightly. A beautiful knight is there. Green eyes illuminate a clear light, adorned with long lashes.

"My father sent me a scroll to Hellevy Territorial Castle. It seems to have been mobilized."

Very few people know that Paulina and Vilma live here in hiding. It is publicly known that the Third Princess is guarded by 3,000 troops and closed deep inside the Hellevy Territorial Castle. Its information management is thorough, so much so that the intelligence agents disputed by the townspeople do not know the total number, and so much so that Lauri himself now poses as a pedestrian to come here again.

In such a strict attitude, it was important for a scroll that had no involvement in Marco to be contacted in Burma. Given the identity of Burma's father, Lauri could deduce its content. The Cantra family is the home of a knight who was given a small territory within the Marquis Ronkainen territory.

"There seems to be an increase in disturbing air in the Marquis territory of Ahamaniemi. Marquis Ronkainen is seeking to augment his armaments and strengthen the defence of his territory. Do you know what happened to Lord Marco?

As for Lauri, it wasn't better than snorting. I don't want to make you listen aggressively, but I'm not a good opponent to delude you with lies and lies.

"... it seems that in the south the rudder has been cut off to a complete fight against the breakdown of the pre-agreement."

"I heard it was confusing... but it was..."

"Yeah, it can't happen if Marquis Ahmaniemi is alive. Marco assumes the worst..."

Lauri wasn't going to say anything more, and Burma seemed to be struck by it alone again. The words interrupted, and although it was a reminder, Lauri slowly sipped the tea over and over again. Look at the south window. The landscape is pristine and peaceful itself. But beyond that… there is a widely contested reality in the southern tip, connected by the same sky, centered around Arbor Plains.

"What happens to this country...?

Was that the voice of anxiety? Lauri looked back to Burma, where she was greeted with a straight eye. There are no waves in the face of those who serve the next king, only sincere inquiries are there.

"It changes. No, you're already changing. Marco is changing it. Previously and forever."

Lauri was also uttering words in earnest. There was something I felt every day. This is not a limited story for the three years of this civil unrest. From the moment Marco and I met him to this day, Lauri was constantly feeling the change. It seemed like it started small. It grew endlessly after every single event, and now exerts influence over all of the kingdom. It's changing the country. I keep changing.

No, or maybe he's even trying to change the world already. That's what Lauri thought. Because he is a dragon. He has finally stopped laying low on the ground, struck the earth with huge wings, wound the atmosphere, and feathered the great sky mightily. How can the world remain preexisting?

"Never before...... I think something new is about to start"

Lauri looked at her palm. It's a hand grabbing what you want to grab. It is something that no longer needs to be extended into the void. But I wonder what about Marco. The hand that was stretched out small that day...... how far ahead is his hand that was mourning powerlessness now?

"... right. There must be something new… something wonderful becomes a reality, and Master Paulina lives that world. With Lord Marco."

"Yeah, I'm sure he is. It's Marco somehow, so I don't think it just means sweet and gentle... but still something great will start, I'm sure!

Neither way, I was looking south.

The world must be burning hard, accelerating into a new era, into a future no one has ever experienced. Is it south now? West next? This northern land is in a position to view them. in the heights of man's world. Have the next kings of the kingdom of Asuria already come to behold the continent more than here?

I heard the old man blurring. The girl's unsatisfactory response also sounds clear again.

Lauri put her hands on an important scroll. To Russia, because I felt that one roll was history itself. The heat was slightly felt on the smoothness of the parchment. I think it's expensive to be able to touch it now.

The north stays quiet, undecorated and warm. Lauri, coming from the south of the conflict, then heads west.

Hand a roll of treasure… to the western lands, where Marco is at the cutting edge of his creation.