Fly the Flag of Fire!

What is a man's true self esteem? Is it to protect the beloved, to carry out a meaningful task, and to exalt the presence of man himself in this world?

"I... am doing well so far!

Lucas Ulyhalsilla declared in the windstorm, which was also difficult to open his eyes, and he sucked a lot out of his nose and turned it hard. Reaching down, it just grabbed the void and nearly rolled over. Plump with both legs. The place is the place. It is the watchtower of a makeshift fort. You may not be able to help if you fall outside.

"... or! Young! What are you doing! Please come inside!

"Oh, do you want to keep an eye on Sir too? I just missed you alone!

It was Lucas's deputy in this fort who screamed and came to scratch the acoustics of the bustling nature. A young and brilliant man, he enters the Ten Fingers of the Strong among the heavy cavalry of the Uliharsila Army. Lucas is not someone else, he is my cousin again. I didn't know anything other than what happened all year round.

"By the way, didn't you just say stupid?

"What a fool! And don't be stupid! Are there any idiots or other idiots who attack the fort in this weather!

"No, you sound stupid for a long time... but I don't know about the idea of safety due to bad weather!

"Let me say that you are indeed right in your thoughts. But do you see it? How far are you seeing in this rainstorm? I must say my feet are suspicious, too. In the first place, the scouts are releasing multiple rides. Believe me, it's the commander's job to wait!

"Mmm... that's right. Very convinced."

"That's above all. But I have to say one more thing. It's also my job not to get sick! Damn, get old!

In order to be grabbed by the root, Lucas returned to the inside of the reinforcement door. Though makeshift, the inside of the fort was half-way warm and the breath leaked. How much tension does the winter wind make people. And Lucas turns his head north. Is my sister a breath disaster? How is my brother-in-law? I was wondering if my little nephew would be keeping warm.

I want to see you, but I'm not in a situation to see you. The kingdom civil unrest had presented the appearance of an invisible conflagration of exits.

Southern forces replaced the Allied Lord from Marquis Ahmaniemi to Princess Margareta. Regardless of Jianmae, it is essentially the form in which the royal family led the great nobility to declare war on the whole of the north. The victory or defeat of the Bow Warrior Games is null and void of all agreements made prior to the Games, and he is releasing sentences to various places in an effort to clear the way to the Wang Capital to perform the reign ceremony of the new King Kristian. And it caused the war to expand in an unexpected way.

Throughout the south, the brave army was organized. It's not like the people switched from a spear to a spear. As a military organization, we soon found out that it was fully staffed and equipped. A phenomenon that is even felt to have sprung up the army can explain why with two factors.

For one thing, it's a margarator.

Having long invested in the cause of the relief of the poor, she is widely admired by the people of the Kingdom. It is likely to fall to the ground, such as its fame, given the murder of a cavalry group led by her, but in the south it seems to be spreading as a do-it-yourself act on the northern side. Instead, the bad guys are telling me that the north is going to attack the south thoroughly even then. Lucas, who was a party that night, went beyond being angry and was just terrified. Truth is powerless. It seems that people see what they want to see and live by. It would be even more so if attractive idols were prepared.

There is a presence that has made it out and assisted a lot of money. It's the church where the second factor is. Margaritas are now treated like heroes with a sacred mission. That's obvious if you hear a song that's rapidly starting to become popular in the South.

Oh, look at her eyes.

the courageous eyes of those who are determined to face difficulties.

The dark storm blew, and the holy princess lay low and hid.

We need a brave warrior.

Oh, look at her eyes.

the glowing eyes of those who majestically devote themselves to faith.

The dark storm blew and the innocent folk froze and frightened.

We need an authentic new king.

Stand up and join the heroic grandeur with courage.

You have to face it and drive away the bandits of tyranny with justice in their hearts.

for this wonderful world. For this beautiful world.

It's sad for a march song, and violent for a hymn. Lucas thinks it's, in other words, a fan song to make Margarita a hero. I guess it's a church production because it's played in the church. He praises Margareta as a tragic princess general, urging the people of the South to decide.

"... Huh, don't congratulate adorable Julius, what's right!

"What is it, young, to the stick? Please just change your meal. You wipe your own armor, don't you?

"Even if I know. Better prepare the water. It's time for those who ran in the rain to return."

"Is that... because I drink?

"Stupid, to make you wipe your cold body. I would have more liquor and meat in my mouth. More firewood for the fireplace."

"I've seen it. Let's rule it out."

Dropping off the back of the running away deputy, Lucas snorted one, hurrying his discipline. This makeshift fort, which guards the western border between Uliharsila territory and Kalisalmi territory, is both an attack base and a defensive base this winter. Because the fronts leading from the east bank of the Dong Long River to this fort through Bow Zhangyuan are a frequent area of small-scale combat.

In a few places, the scouts of a few rides a squad, and in many places, about two hundred and fifty men a squadron are repeated skirmishes among the people. Its battlefield is sometimes in Uliharsilla territory and sometimes in Kalisalmi territory. Rather, it is less in the archery plains where the great army is stationed, and the encounter flourishes in this western realm, where Lucas blinds himself even in the rain. Both sides step in shallow and have little damage, but are very busy because of the high frequency of their outings.

Should it be seen as settling? Or should it be seen as an end in itself?

In any case, the movement of soldiers and horses became a daily landscape near this fort. The biggest threat we know is that of the three thousand Kalisalmi troops stationed on the south side of the territorial border, slightly further east and paying attention to the two thousand Etheramaki troops. Four thousand and five hundred Uliharsila territorial troops are stationed in the fort, and the Knights of the Sword Horn are on alert around Taiga Hill in the east. The north seems to prevail as a regular number of troops, but it will be difficult because of the addition of the Southern Brave Army there.

The proselytizing army is highly skilled there. So much so that I wonder why you didn't put that force into the arena of the meeting, given the likelihood of the Southern Army in the Bow Zhang Hara match that I heard about. And the reason is simple and clear. Because he's a mercenary. Many small armies born in the form of brave prostitutes have mercenaries at their core. It is a force whose use is forbidden by the pre-agreement of the meeting.

There is also the influence of the church there. For the South, which is financially exhausted by a three-year economic blockade, it is not something that could be done as soon as possible, for example, by large-scale mercenary recruitment. It would also have been the Church that bore the cost, and the influence of the Church is doubtful with regard to personnel because it is difficult to believe that so many groups of mercenaries were stationed in the Kingdom in the first place. Transport via the Holy Grail Island. Still suspect, there is a risk of a significant influx of mercenaries from the Everian Empire.

"Hmm, something to be afraid of. Justice, to me, yes!

While wiping his armor vigorously, Lucas also declares his nose rough and solitary.

"Attack my people, what a tragedy! If you have any complaints about succession to the throne!

Clear enough water, I assure you.

"I should have told you in the king's life! If you renounce your right to inheritance in the first place, don't bravely retreat from the political arena. Only a loud royal voice can stand in the way of the reign. Not at all."

You'd think so, too, he talked to his armor, and Lucas nodded um. Because I asked myself and convinced myself of my pride. When I was a boy, I thought it was the sword that made me proud. Not now. Armor. I entrust my pride to armor that embodies courage and protects my life. Because I later found out that I would leave my grief behind if I threw my life away where I fought so nobly.

A venerable brother-in-law named Daniel Hackinen taught it to Lucas with himself.

His brother-in-law led the Uliharsila army in a tournament against the Imperial Army to defeat the enemy army. In the name of my father, Klaus, he fulfilled his great responsibilities with majesty. But the reaper on the battlefield hooked his brother-in-law at the end of the sickle. He was attacked by a dead soldier. The witness said he was convinced of the death of his brother-in-law. Spears were struck down and enemy spears were thrust into his defenseless chest. It was fatal enough, and would have been trampled to pieces by horseshoes had it fallen.

But my brother-in-law stuck on the horse. He threw down the spear, grabbed it in the saddle, and slapped the horse to stretch his destiny. Nothing saw it as an act of turning your back on the enemy. Should I say desperate, or should I say decisive... at that moment when I fell to death without the skill of exchange, my brother-in-law decided to make a full spiritual leap to the raw shore.

And survived. That's why my beloved sister Amalia had a happy marriage. That beloved Julius was born to me in this world. It's all happiness with a raw obsession. My brother-in-law is alive.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

If he armored himself with steel armor, his heart would rise within the circumference. with the soul of a knight. But what is to be said makes his chest roar. If you also renew your battle jacket and go downstairs to the jar, the soldiers of the Uliharsila Army are thoughtfully generous. I think I can see a quiet fighting spirit on every face.

"My lords, be careful when you go up to the rainy watchtower. Wet outside. Looks like you should take off your armor."

If I reported it in grandeur, I would have laughed continuously.

"Hmm, was that what everyone went through? But from this moment on, I have had the same experience as Sir and others. I don't know how much experience I could gain with this fort in another six months... I may be careless but I'm looking forward to it"

That being said, Lucas thought of a single hero in the back of his brain. Despite his age, neither his brother-in-law, nor his father, nor anyone else, will be able to achieve anything comparable...... give me General Ryu Marco Hahato.

Lucas doesn't know him very well. I know face-to-face, and I know I hear it with so much amazement about its activity. But I didn't feel like I was getting the whole picture of a person named him. Until then if you say you don't know the bottom, but you can't possibly understand everything else more than you originally do, and that's not where Lucas cares.

I can't see the truth.

As my brother-in-law gave me a glimpse in the conversation on the horse, as my father had shown in his appearance in the study, no man can hide it by having a passion at the root of his body. Live in some fold, in a mundane crevice, in the glory of your soul around you. It's not what I'm trying to tell you. It's obvious and perceptible. The brilliance is strong if there is a strong will, and great glow if there is a great mission.

I think so, Lucas, so I don't know Marco Hahato. Maybe it's shining. Maybe it's strong or big. But they are too neat to be felt by Lucas as as light. Because there must be more truthfulness to a genuine light.

"Is it just not visible to me yet... or is it something hidden..."

I'm not distrustful. Lucas believes that even the survival of the kingdom is at stake without his activism. But that's why it was strange. Is it something that people with that much influence can do to keep their true thoughts from showing their passion? Or isn't it a virtue in the big picture to do all you can?

"What happened to young people who stood up to you like that again?"

"Oh, you ready for some water? I want to use it a little too. I can wipe my hands and squeeze enough."

"Look, I'm not telling you. Do you also warm from the inside of your body?

"I don't need booze. It doesn't extend to that. I just wanted to wipe my face. I was slightly distracted by what Sir said of his splendid face. It seems it was too early for me."

"Because it was cold. I'll have it with you soon."

Dropping off his deputy again, Lucas proceeded to walk to the wall of the stuffing. Slightly raise the slab window to see what's going on outside. The wind is strong and the rain is rampant. It seems like rare weather this season. Is the disturbance of the atmosphere a cause of disturbance in the world of men? Stop the ugly strife of civil unrest, of a sick town, and of God shooting his country with rain as an arrow?

"Well, God wants me to look at the world in a big way. I want you to look out for people. Not at all."

Close the board window. Wait for the scouts to return with the brave men. I wonder if I will be brave, singing to my heart, O Lord Yuriharshira's Army. It's more or less preaching, the southern pop song… Lucas felt fierce and distorted his cheeks. I wish I was more brave than a wartime song. To fight grandiose. By the end of the day, you can sing sadly. Solemnly to stop the battle. Lucas even thinks the halfway point is dirty.

Lucas thinks rustic. He wants to stick Julius' cheek together.

So Lucas fights without getting lost. Work here as the son of the Uliharsila family. I was real nostalgic.

"Look, it's a hand wipe. Your face is cramped, isn't it?

"What a fool, this is laughing. But thanks for the hand wipe. Very pleasant."

Wipe your face. We can still keep fighting. Lucas' will to fight was still nowhere to fade.