Fly the Flag of Fire!

The south of the Kingdom of Aslia has been very busy both west and east.

To the west, the Uliharsila and Kalisalmi forces, led by Lucas Uliharsila, confront each other across the western border, killing makeshift forts while being vandalized on the battlefield by the guerrilla battle forces of the Southern Prostitute Army.

Off to the east than that, around Taga Hill, the Knights of the Sword Horn confront each other as well as the Eteramaki Army, and this is also a gutsy way of dealing with the methods of warfare that cannot be beaten at the beginning and end of the guerrilla battle forces.

Further east, in Bow Zhangwon, a large enough position has been set up to garrison large troops in the north, and the operations based there seem to be diverse. Klaus Ulihalsilla and Matthias Herlevi are in charge of the defense and are steadily coming to fruition with the sharing that Leo Salmant and Yousia Peterius are in charge of the attack.

However, it is forbidden to enter Kalisalmi territory in depth. Enemy guerrilla units could lurk anywhere. They are enemies who come until they poison the village well. Everian mercenaries were also identified, so there was a terrible fear that they were not comfortable with.

Disturbances in the east and in Ahamaniemi territory have even led to armed clashes. Untamo Ahmaniemi did not return from the Southern Roundtable Conference, and the uncertain circumstances created a bipartisan conflict.

A letter from Nicodemus Parvila, who interacted deeply, seems to have arrived saying that the Marquis should carry out his southern mission safely, but that is not enough to convince you that the Marquis's ministerial corps is not a child.

The Northern Kyoshu faction is represented by the Marquise of Ahamaniemi and a man, who will follow the pre-agreement after the Bow Warrior Games, and the Southern antiwar faction, who will follow Princess Margareta to fight the bandits, is represented by the cousin of the Marquis of Ahamaniemi. A spark broke out in the wind.

Everywhere is busy. Everyone he runs around with all the winds that blow everywhere, such as the cold of winter.

There are three beings in there that don't move. It is the Third Princess SS, led by Axeli Arnell, where two cavalry regiments, which would be trump cards for both North and South, and self-proclaim themselves to be men who honor the spirit of labor.

Standing by with five military ships in a town close to the Wang capital and coming to Ahamaniemi territory on the other side of the Great River... It seemed important and in fact there was not one spear work, but if the fighting rose among the people, there would finally be an opportunity for Accelli and others to work the battle.

"Even if it doesn't have to be a head-on appearance, will it be as exposed as it is for my you?

If that's what the accessories said at the flagship bridge, two replies, both came back from the fierce.

"Ha, you can often look so happy. I don't know what to say, that's it. That's the face of a prankster, then. I don't care. I don't care."

and the big man Oiva blurts next to him, says the swordsman with the green scarf wrapped around his head with an awesome grin.

"It's a tale of courage. It used to be the baking side."

It is a beltran. A man who has been running through the darkness to realize Marco's measures has only shown himself in this operation. He and his illegal organization...... because in this case we need the river thieves of the practice.

The Third Princess SS goes out on the water with more men than this. Let the East Dragon River fly a white flag to the south.

"Hold on, why do you think this is happening?"

"You must be the one who built it."

"Sora well, I am. Oh, but I'm in charge of the chain. The ship's men were there to help."

"You're a big kid."

"That's right, yeah, it is. Fun must be delighting the captain again. I really don't have anything else to do for a long time. Marco just startled me."

I hear Oiva and Beltran are pals of old knowledge, so Accelli didn't even put tea in the way the two of them bicker.

He is a big man who does one or both blacksmiths and one or more rides, and a man with power in the darkness of one or the kingdom. It doesn't even look like a resemblance, but they are both amazing martial artists and almost simultaneously met Marco to this day.

Accompanying Marco is a huge busy day, and with the increase in its influence, he will be traveling eastward through the kingdom, but among other things, the two have touched folds and had drinks with each other.

I think it's funny. Accessories favoured the diversity of those who followed Marco. It is also aligned with military, aristocrats, merchants, villagers, criminals, etc. I once talked to Daniel Hackinen about you and the White Wolf, but where I made it into the fable, I didn't have this wide variety of subordinations either.

I wonder who Marco's side will have on now. Is it Jikilrosa and Kuster? Or would they split up and wait? How about that ninety-nine horsemen of red cloth? I can see that right away, too. Because if the accessories succeed in the operation, they will show up.

Expected...... that was also an accessory with a pleasant grin.

"As a matter of fact, how much can you use that one? I know there's no operational problem."

The question of accessories was directed at Oiva.

"Hmm? You can use it normally for adults, right? Well, I have a durability problem, but I guess I can handle that if I reinforce it too. Why would you do that now?

"No, I'm really interested in the construction method. Prepare all the ingredients in advance and assemble them all at once... the idea is the same as the simple horse fence from the Guard days, but the design and good size and good digits are different. Aren't they also good at applications for houses, bridges, forts, etc?

"Application and nothing, it's originally a method of construction for that. You burned a lot during the last war? He wanted to do something about it, so he figured it out. Well, my employer's out of territory, so I wouldn't have been able to use it to rebuild."

"As good as it gets... I don't know much about technicians, but I can understand just the brilliance of their aspirations right now. Was this operation unintentional?

"No, I don't. He never thought about a ship with this method, and if he did, he would have enjoyed it. For some reason, it's a chair that folds in the design process, but it's also an umbrella that can be folded in small pieces."

"... foreword withdrawn. It doesn't seem to be an early understandable race with techs."

Turn your gaze toward the shipyard. Behind it is a cave rarely close to the rest of us.

He's making strange noises day and night about what he can do to make that sound, and sometimes he hears exalted laughter and mourning screams. Oiva and others were in and out flat, but is that because he is also a kind of technician called a blacksmith?

A group of technicians, not to mention a few, strayed from the regular track… they are the faces once surrounded by the Hiltura family. Those who were unclear in their identity, lacking in sociality, and uncertain of any use, but their thoughts on Henriki Hiltura, who was collecting and assisting themselves, were certain. Maybe that mood, which is subtly different from both loyalty and friendship, is even some kind of family love.

It was something that was discrete somewhere with the disappearance of the Count Hiltura family, but now that Henriki had been drawn up by Marco, they had come together again to feel benevolent.

"But in five days, all ships will sail. It will look like a ship will be born by magic to strangers."

"So are you so happy? I thought it was after we went south."

"It's fun. It's fun. I love surprises, but I love surprises."

If he did it with one eye closed, Oiva looked disgusted and Beltran laughed at it with his nose tip. Accessories shall also be nibbled.

That's it. It is a joy to work with these pleasant men.

Everyone who follows Marco is proud to be true to himself. Not all opinions are the same, but admittedly, they act as part of a giant named Marco.

"Come on, shall we sail sequentially then? Wake up on the voyage of those who use war as their human resources."

If the accessory has declared, it means the outing of the Third Princess SS.

The five warships did not immediately row out to the Great River. One by one, slowly continue along the expansion waterway in a straight line, as if this were still the case.

But the five ships will not go on without the five. From the stern of one ship there is a thick chain stretched, connected to the bow of a brand new large ship. The chain also stretches from the stern of that large ship and is still connected to the new large ship one after the other. There will be ten large new ships per military ship.

Where did that big ship come from? How do they show up and go slowly on the water when they have never been seen anywhere before? It must be strange, the town is making a scene.

The accessories enjoyed it. Look, look. And hustle and bustle. This will be the oddity of the creation of the Third Princess SS ship. One ship, you should also song about the sight of another appearing... Accelli sang improvisationally.

Parent ship, where are you taking us?

If a magic factory becomes a born child, its destination is the surface of wonder.

Take the army to your belly, south to the alley of a soldier horse.

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody.

Parent ship, we'll take you south.

Everybody's watching him, there's going to be war, there's going to be war.

And after five days, there will be five rows of fifty-five ships lined up on the waters of the East Dragon River to show their beauty around them.

Moreover, the military flags listed differ from row to row. The rows of total flagships on which the accessories are boarded are long-lasting in the water winds with the flags of the white flowing Third Princess SS. There's a Salmant Army flag in that row, and there's a Peterius Army flag in that row. There is both the flag of the Hellevy Army and the flag of the Uliharsila Army.

Six hundred to eight hundred soldiers per ship. It is a large convoy capable of transporting as many as 44,000 troops if counted in maximum numbers. If we count medium-sized ships and small ships, we will increase the number even further.

It's as if the Imperial Invasion Army went for the King's Capital itself first.

"All ships, proceed at a slight speed. First, we aim for Bow Zhangwon."

The great convoy even defies the great river flow a little and slowly goes south.

On the left, on the eastern shore, the Ahamaniemi realm is spreading, and the scouts are showing up and rushing away many rides early. The reaction is good. I think that song should be popular anyway, accessory, but I don't have the means to make sure it's that far in the boulder.

The water was a tranquil route that shook the surrounding land... when the archery plains approached it was a sight to behold.

Previously, the warships of the Ahamaniemi and Parvila armies would have appeared from the eastern shores in the waters, but the effects of the Ahamaniemi disturbances would not have led to a small number of alert troops coming out of the ships. I'm losing my temper. Still, several medium-sized ships of guard appeared from the Bow Zhangwon position.

It is difficult to land all ships on such a scale. Round trips of medium-sized vessels were carried out to and from large positions. The appearance of the large ships docking at Ikari will be able to be distanced both from the opposite shore and from the Kalisalmi leadership faction in the south. And it's not an easy number.

"Isn't it a brilliant fleet? Reliable if you think of it as an ally, but if you were an enemy, it would be frightening. It's like five dragons."

It was Leo Salmant who welcomed me first. I brought the liquor and shook hands firmly with the accessories. But there could have been some unnaturalness in that smile of the Count, or in the smile of the accessories.

"That's right, Sir Arnell. Can I ask you something about the invitation I sent you?

"Well, when is it about which? If you're going to have a busy military day, there's no way you're going to be able to attend an occasional dinner party or something like that. Your Excellency will understand."

"Right. My youngest daughter, who knocked me with a sword and broke my nose pillar, said that all the letters that came to me for the last three years were all about Sir. I really want it to be good. I guess I've been near Wang Du lately. I'll see you. Meet me."

"Ha ha, you say impotent. I was rarely even close to town."

"I know. I hear you were in a makeshift garrison. Besides, he said he kept his daughter away from him by tightening his security. I hear you have a beautiful young daughter visiting Sir's tent."

"Ha ha."

Gripping power is not painful if both sides force and antagonize. But that's why it's hard to get out of the way. If you inadvertently weaken, you will experience severe pain. This was a fight.

"That's a great fleet. I am so proud to have the flag of my army flying in a row."

It was Yousia Peterius who approached me saying that. It is an opportunity. Accelli took off the tiger's mouth by asking the young Count to shake his hand. The sought side seemed a little lit up.

"I can't see Lord Otara."

"We remain on the ship and inspect the chains."

"Really... too bad"

It looked really unfortunate.

Oiva has taken a single ride as the name of this Earl of Peterius in the Bow Plains match. Whether it was something that impressed me or won me a great deal of trust, Accelli rated it as something inside to make me look like one of Uncle Si Hou. This one is stuck with Count Salmant's father and daughter, I think.

"Hmm, why don't you ask this guy? Now he's head of the Third Princess SS."

"Right...... right. Lord Arnell, may I ask you one thing?"

There are two people in the Count who will talk. I can't say no more than I have no reason to delude myself. If the accessory said go ahead, the young Count asks with a serious eye.

"What is the key for those who deal with martial arts not to fall into violence?

I thought the accessories were enough to be asked. It is certainly Oiva who should be asked that question.

Force and violence are both forces and there is nothing that essentially changes. Death comes as death, either way, at least to the man who is killed. On the other hand, there is a difference between what you see and what you see. While some behave in a violent manner that makes them want to turn away, others are still sober while slaughtering people.

Oiva is the first thing that comes to mind as an example of the latter. That big man's sword has sobriety.

"Violence is ugly and force is beautiful. Right...... A beautiful samurai may be an unexpected one. Oiva is a truly brilliant samurai, but there is no place for her to break off and look down on her opponent before or after waving her sword. Wave your sword at whoever you are, even at the person you will look down on if you slash them. He would also be able to exchange swords and cultivate friendships. It's a natural thing."

nature, and there is a shadow in the face of the Count who murmured. The accessory continued.

"He's a big man, but you can also say he retains his naiveté. There's something like a boy who just learned his sword. Without it, I value intelligence."

"Is that wise?"

"Yes. It's a laughing heart. Oiva laughs a lot as a mistress. I am not, but I am intelligent enough to make laughter and enjoy it. The course is different. They're all clear. I'm sick of laughing brutally."

There seemed to be something about the spinning words that hit the chest of the young Count. Thankfully, the healthy and serious young man returned to his own ranks. I dropped it off quietly.

"... you said it well. Sir would have guessed."

"You will be forgiven for not telling a lie. My heart for purity is quite honorable. If you can stay unaware of the power of violence in a harsh battlefield, that's fortunate. I choose to survive ugly rather than die beautiful...... Sometimes Uncle Peterius wanders into such a place of death. Most likely, Oiva is even a samurai at that place of death."

"How about Sir?

"You avoid the place of death, and if you have to, you only run away with honor and nothing. You can even enjoy that when you're as good as I am. I rushed out of an unexpected predicament the other day. I was impressed by the beauty of the example."

While making a colloquial argument that will attract the opponent, Accelli heads to the command headquarters of the Grand Prix. There is no panic. This is where the big convoys have to get enough attention.

The south will be upset. Information will fly. I still think of accessories. He wants to plug a song in there.

Look west.

When the large convoy sailed again, Marco would show up and set fire to the south widely. No one or he will get caught in the flames without escape. There are both martial arts and tyranny there as they deserve.

Just as there are Oiva and Beltran under Marco's command, it would be as if they were both wheels of a luggage truck, demonstrating tremendous power to the world. Marco's power lies in the transcendence of good and evil and ugly.

"Getting busy...... that's exactly what I want"

Accelli laughs. No one knew what a laugh it was of any nature.