Fly the Flag of Fire!

Whether decorated with the fragrance of flowers or sending in fresh breezes, the smell is not scratchworthy. Whether you're scheduling or handing out a few servants, the signs are not erasable. There's something there that atrophies your ankles as a snare, and as you build up every day, you increase your presence in discipline.

"Untamo... how can you die?

Nicodemus Parvila spoke softly to his sleeping friend. between the back of the Territorial Castle of Count Parvila. Though he does everything he can, the man who was even called the Weird Old Man of the South continues to fall to death reluctantly. I won't even return to consciousness. The eyes are covered with bandages. It's just my nose and mouth entering and exiting the air and carving a sign of the creature.

It is the tragic figure brought about by the slaughter of Princess Margareta.

On that day, on the occasion of the discussion of his departure after the Bow Changwon match, Marquis Ahmaniemi was merely preaching a eulogy to the north by himself. He was vociferously discussing the need to comply with prior consultations and vehemently condemning the cavalry groups that had broken it. In order to preserve the honour and tradition of the Kingdom of Asuria, he sought a rapid convergence of civil unrest and continuous conservative rhetoric. He insisted on a political struggle after winning or losing a meeting.

Nicodemus thought that would make no sense. No, it's something I predicted by stepping in a little more. That man...... Marco Hahato doesn't tolerate political struggles or anything like that. That dreadful man who broke out civil unrest with just one gratuity and flirted with the south as good as in the three years before the meeting must not even treat the south as a defeater. I was observing this one even during the meeting. Impossible to reach a compromise. I would push through all my logic. It would repaint the whole kingdom with the good colour of Marco Hahato. I was sure.

"Untamo... if you knew that too, the form of the meeting wouldn't have been like that either"

I touched a big hand full of wrinkles. It is a powerful and ambitious hand that held Ahamaniemi's family crest in the match. Even now that he sleeps to death, he leaves a strong tense, slightly trembling and makes me wonder if he is still fighting his anger in his chest.

"As always, you were strong. But it was a sign of the honor of the great nobleman, not to kill that man. That meeting didn't already win from the beginning. Only when he won big could he have killed that man with momentum... it seems Uncle Eteramaki had that intention, but he was ready for the next battle. Seems we already have in mind the battle to kill Marco Hahato"

Uncle Eteramaki seemed to conspire with Princess Margareta to develop a strategy after the Bow Won. It is a guerrilla battle that uses Kalisalmi territory extensively to the east and west. Several small units have been formed and put on offensive shaking over Uliharsila territory. He doesn't seem to be able to fight as much as he thinks in Bow Zhangwon, where the northern army is garrisoned, but he's repeated provocative actions nonetheless. I guess you're going to confuse the front and trap Marco Hahato somewhere.

Nicodemus does not consider it a mistake. It's Marco Hahato with no gaps at all. Dragging him into a muddy mix-up is the most direct way to hunt that man down. There are occasions when those who rise up in the military cannot leave without wanting to. Produce it and kill it with a sharp army. The Cavalry Regiment of the Cold Moon, led by Princess Margareta, was no mistake seen as organized for that purpose, and as we heard and saw it, it was the one army it deserved.

Uncle Kalisalmi also seems to have endorsed the strategy. There is a verse that serves Princess Margareta as a new ally and is competing with Uncle Eteramaki for her appearance of loyalty. For both names, Princess Margareta would be the next king. If she were to reign as queen, would both be willing to roll up to the Marquis? Or is it even aimed at the position of the king's mate? Youthfulness is unleashed with momentum that overshadows reason.

Nicodemus thinks it's stupid.

There is no such thing as a future where margaretas become kings. That's something she knows herself. Was it used by the church, or by the church... in any case, she is guilty of the great opposite. (iv) The demand by the Marquis for the destruction of the right to inherit the throne has not been publicly recorded, but indeed it was made, and she said she accepted it as a promise only. You seem to understand the weight of your sins.

Is that why, or is it what it is, Princess Margareta weighs in on the blood muscles of her sister Princess Eleonora? It's Kristian, the king's grandson. Her just dazzling beliefs will also be reflected in devotion like a loyal knight at first glance. But Nicodemus thinks it's just a beautiful mask.

"... it's probably resentment that's driving Princess Margareta."

Nicodemus dropped his pompous words as he mocked Untamo's hand.

"It's amazing. Previously a reluctant and flashy preference, she has thrown away everything else by focusing on just one thing. My lovely daughter's skin peeled off and a ghost or demon appeared from inside. She's nothing but a murder blade right now. I'm sure I've thrown them out until after I've accomplished my purpose..."

Overlapping his words, Nicodemus remembered that his cheeks were gradually caught. Am I laughing? No, I self determine that the mood is fierce for that. Hold Untamo's hand. Ride yourself out.

"That poison blade is available, Untamo. I need her to do the right thing with you in her eyes. Let them fight as hard as they want, let them kill Marco Hahato. And have him die. Let it be all raw just for the purpose. Regardless, after death, all evil shall be made public. The Great Reverse, the National Killer, I slaughtered you! This civil unrest will be documented in history as caused by her!

Because of the momentum and squeeze, Untamo's arm cramped and he paid Nicodemus' hand. My whole body quivered. It happens from time to time. The remnants of Untamo's life flourish. It's as if firewood explodes in an incendiary fire.

But it was more intense than usual, so Nicodemus rang the bell and called people. Pharmacists and nurses rush to straw. Letting Untamo take care of him, Nicodemus left that room where death drifted. I just walked down a clean hallway with painting conditioning sideways, and I can't wipe death away anymore. But you can't die yet. Nicodemus has moved on to the root of his eyebrows in his usual gait.

We must send a new army.

Thirteen thousand, led by Bow Zhangwon, once devastated, less than five thousand where it was restructured. That was more alarming than the West Bank of the East Dragon River, but five thousand Ahmaniemi leaders, who were both on the alert, said they were showing suspicious movements. Untamo Ahamaniemi's return is about to disrupt his territory. The false statement that treatment for worsening war wounds has not been effective for that long. As if it were a thumbnail of the kingdom, Ahmaniemi territory is in conflict with two factions, the Northern Kyoutis and the Southern Antiwar.

So, even more so, Nicodemus hides Untamo into his own territory. I'm done here. The beloved kingdom of Asuria has become noisy everywhere, and nowhere else but in this Count of Palvilla territory, such as a place where quiet days can be lived. Old beauty is only here.

The only land left for Untamo to die is this land.

So Nicodemus sends the remaining two thousand soldiers to Ahamaniemi territory. We cannot let it develop into a succession struggle among the Ahmaniemi family, for example. I cannot allow such a wind of confusion to approach the south. Nor does it tolerate a grip of dust that the young men rise wildly. This land in the southeast of the kingdom should be a land that welcomes old and dead more peacefully than anywhere else.

"Wow, you've been very brave walking, Count. You're like a brave man!

Someone said that out loud in the corner leading to the office. An obese man with a conspiracy behind his back... is Joaquim Beck, Bishop of the East. Same shape and smile, but did the hair have more white ones? Overall, it feels like something like lighting like an oil treat before is missing.

"I told you to wait in the office. It's the corner of the hallway."

"In front of the door, we've been waiting for you, Awkward Monk, until you cheated a little. Your Eminence is very busy with internal affairs, good military, and good work, but at the same time, I'm a little worried."

"Extra stories are fine. Are you ready?

"Oh, because we don't negotiate with tea and confectionery anymore? Oh, unfortunately, just for business."

Ugging his fingers like a potato bug, Beck took out a roll more wrapped than his nostalgia. One thing I'd like to thank you for, and I'll try to revise that as soon as possible.

That's the delivery list.

Food, clothing, medicines, weapons and equipment, horses… At the end of the list of large quantities of munitions, the names of several mercenary regiments are listed. More than half of them are groups by the Everian Empire. There are many names I've never even heard of, but some of them were written that would do Nicodemus and open his eyes.

"The" Blade ”Regiment... Wasn't it supposed to be doomed?

It was an unforgettable name. He is a mercenary regiment that served as an Imperial Army guerrilla unit in the Battle of the Plains of Misdemeanour directed by the head of King Wilhelm, and with his fierce blade he may have tormented the Royal Army for how long. He has killed numerous kingdom nobles, especially in the battle of the land waters, and the son of Nicodemus is among them.

"Oh, you have a high eye for boulders. It was organized with all the martial arts, but only those who participated in the Imperial Expeditionary Army were destroyed by that demon. A group as a mother...... well, if you reveal it, it's an orphanage run by the church...... from which the mechanism of selecting and building up talented people is itself alive and well. If you say so, it's a bunch of nascent blades. I used to say I ran a little wild before, or accidentally put my kingdom in crisis, but now it will be a sure force for the devout Southern lords!

What did this fat man say as good...... Nicodemus got stunned during the bundle. I had trouble dealing with it because I had been cheerfully exposed to the dark parts of the church.

The orphanage run by the Church is also in the Kingdom. Especially in the south. If it grew a blade in the Everian Empire that drew the will of the Church, how could it be said that it would not produce a similar blade in the kingdom? It's still good if it's forming a single population, and it's extremely dangerous if it's dispersed. The Church's intention is in the context of being able to organize many proselytizing armies after the Bow Zhang Hara Games. Hidden intentions. My spine froze.

It was a mistake to keep an eye on the glowing presence of the Knights of the Holy Grail. Nicodemus was stunned to think so. If there were any other unauthorized force of the same kind... according to the matter and gradually, there would be fears that the war in which the brave men appeared was itself a selfie of the Church. The myth is to invade the Empire and defeat it with the Brave and the Holy Grail Knights. Although it was only in the end that the appearance of the demon changed, the shape of the country that was made after that remains unchanged. The influence of the Church becomes mighty.

Am I thinking too much? But if you start to doubt it, you can't stop that reasoning anymore. Nicodemus bit his teeth. Did my son lose his life in such a play? Were the friends scattered?

"Oh no? You look pale. Aren't you still tired? How about that, um, how about that? Old is the neck tree of God's ordained man. If you don't live the way you deserve, you'll break your body. How about, if you wish, the Church can send outstanding personnel both in internal affairs and in the military? Oh, what about topias and all that? The Church would recommend him, wouldn't they?

Earlier, I felt like I had lost momentum on this man. Nicodemus wanted to beat the hell out of himself. What a smile looms, a priest armored with this fat. I had heartburn in Russia, and Nicodemus leaked a roar. Beck's eyes are not laughing. I try to overlap the meat to make it look like a grin, but I have a cold eye behind it. I'm watching this way out.

"As Count Palvilla, I appreciate the support supplies, but the others are superfluous. Besides, the church supports Princess Margareta, right? I hope you remember that I have big concerns about that."

I was going to stab the nail. I was going to tell you not to forget that there is a charge of King poisoning. But Beck's response was to strike down Nicodemus' sword and, conversely, pierce his chest sharply.

"What a brave thing to say to keep Princess Eleonora, the number one successor to the throne, missing after being locked away. If you ask me, I thought you let me get lost in the Dust Dream Forest. Are you going to keep your mother out and reinstate the young boy? Oh, there's some sign of a conspiracy! Deport the princess to the Devil's Forest, which the Church contradicts, and hide it... Ugh... poor Princess Margareta has shown her devotion to her sister on the battlefield without knowing otherwise. With your friends in a safe place, what are you up to? Awkward monks don't know, but is it something anyone who hears?

Beck's words were poison blades. A pierced self must have infiltrated your body with plenty of poison. Struck by a strong cold, Nicodemus scratched himself with both hands. Beck looks at it with a full smile.

I realized it was already muddy.

How did this happen? Nicodemus wanted to scream out. For some reason, the world is only getting more intense about what it just wanted to decay peacefully, and it's dirty in there, reluctantly avoiding it. I have to fight. You can't even die if you don't fight. I'm not even allowed to rest.

Until we fight. Fight to die as Nicodemus Parvila. It's time to get old in the winter.

"You can find your boy even the brave ones. Sooner or later, you'll need it."

"Ha-ha, you've been entrusted with this. Let's pray to God for this one. Here's your fight."

Line up your shoulders and head to the office. To leave a big, strict friend behind, to put an obese, virtuous bishop next door to perform a shady, alarm-free and void job.

To fight through the muddy civil unrest. Nicodemus moved forward, hoping to die at the end of the battle.