Fly the Flag of Fire!

Climbing to the highest spire of the castle to be alone, Severi Carisalmi tilts the glass.

It is as if the world about to set in the sun is tainted by the colour of blood. Whether the heavens dazzle men's eyes with a magnificent shadow, there is something deceiving, or the likeness of those who may be ugly there.

The Kalisalmi territory, which should have been beautiful, was tainted with dirt by civil unrest. It was cut apart, chewed up, and disturbed like a wrapped roast by someone who was not Severi.

Look west following the staring sun. There is the Everian Empire. It's a country where my father lost his life while keeping more than 100,000 troops.

How dare you? A man lacking in military talent led it. Even half a dozen fifty thousand were left in his hands, but he lost a lot by pushing the unbridled force at his feet, because it was something that could be long for organizational operations and force strife. The Imperial Army thought it was funny. I hear the Miscellaneous took the lead, but it would have been a pitiful aspect.

I'm not. Severi drinks. A secret bottle but far from delicious.

One more drink. This is delicious. And I'm not like my father.

The man was pleasant at slandering others. There was malice first, and theoretical reasoning was despicable enough to add as much later. It was sweet to me, and I preferred to be surrounded by a minister with a smile of obedience. He's an ugly fool. It is like self-destruction at the end of complacency.

Naturally. A battlefield is not a place where such selfish delusions prevail. It is a place where life is equally at risk and its fate is tested.

I... I hated it. Would I have lived properly?

Severi saw the stars. The first one that started blinking sooner. Would I have walked proudly as myself, a raw man who had nothing to be ashamed of? Have you shown the world how beautiful you are?

I held my chest down. It hurt.

Then I covered my face. It was embarrassing.

My ankle strength shriveled. Tears broke out. The whimper leaked. My body trembled. I scratched my body. I couldn't even sit in a chair and squatted.

Man with blue-purple eyes...... demonically beautiful heroic words stuck to his ears.

"One hundred and twenty thousand generals led by your father, thirty thousand generals who went out to the wreck plains to support it, guards of the Fort Front, ten thousand generals including the former Earl of Peterius... don't count the imperials, can the people also count the kingdom side? Will it add up to about 200,000 people? What I'm saying...... you know what I'm saying, right?

Even if I hold my ear, I can hear it. I just think about things I don't want to think about. Severi fell apart. I vomited. Avoid vomiting with no temper. away. I tried to crawl and keep myself by the window.

A fire was being thrown.

It seemed like countless fire elves would fly into the imminent world of darkness. Fire arrows are being fired from the north, from the south, from here and there, over the walls of the territorial capital.

It was beautiful. There shouldn't be. That was so beautiful. Severi watched it without even wiping her mouth. More than 20,000 troops wrapped around the capital… The Eteramaki army, who should have rushed to save their lives, are sending fire meters.

No, should I say burning in this case?

It doesn't look like all the fire arrows fly in. Is it a large stone thrower, or is it a stone thrower that people wield, something like a leather bag also comes over the wall. It builds momentum on fire by bouncing when it lands. oil. The intent was obvious.

He's going to burn down the capital. There is no distinction between the military and the people, and we are going to make the inside of the wall look like a big bonfire, without the need to identify the enemy allies.

In the middle of it, surrounded by flames, Severi thinks. It's still a burn. This is the fire.

Looking over the flames that burn themselves at the heights of the extreme cold... oh... what a comfort.

Is this... despair?

The battle also began. It was only when we had time to close the gates that a collision of forces occurred at all the gates of the territorial capital. Even in the midst of speechless obscurity, Severi analyzed the war situation. Everything looks good here. So much so that I can see too much and it's about to freeze.

The northern armies are known in three directions in the territorial city to form a battle line. Inside the East Gate there are six thousand Peterius troops, inside the Northwest Gate there are four thousand Uliharsila troops, and inside the Southwest Gate the man leads three thousand cavalry and a thousand infantry.

Does the attacking side also have a percentage of the number? Eight thousand at the East Gate, and five thousand at the Northwest Gate and the Southwest Gate, respectively, stand pushed inward. Eteramaki's army from the flag, but the East Gate seems to be mixed with the Keimaru Knights and the Northwest Gate with the Cold Moon Cavalry.

Cold Moon...... Oh...... Is Princess Margareta there? Do you want to burn this capital from there? That means losing the bet. Severi cried.

"Count, would you like to make a bet with me? Which is closer to the truth than the world you see or the world I see... just one thing to find out. Let us both observe what your beloved Princess Margareta will do. I'm sure I'll rush by today. You might be getting there soon. I'm trying to give you time to wait for it. What do you say? Aren't you glad?

Severi believed. The next king, the princess general of that ship's eyes, believed that he would surely help himself to cage.

Because I was complacent that I was the one working the most in this civil unrest. In the Bow Zhang Yuan tournament, he fought the elite of the Northern Allies in five minutes. Immediately after learning of Margarita's determination at the round table, she endorsed and pledged her support. Self-government was also used as a battlefield in subsequent battles. It's all about serving margaretas.

But what do you say?

She has no intention of negotiating anything with the northern army and is attacking the territorial capital. Severi's safety is not taken into account. On the contrary, it is increasing the danger. Go further, I even feel like I'm coming to kill you with everything together.

You know, there's fighting going on all over the city.

Southern Prostitute Army...... No, it's the mercenaries who don't know what to do. Some have broken through the gates, but many have broken through the walls. You want me to set fire to it with my hands after I've fired all the fire arrows? You must have seen the fire weaker than you assumed. Severi stumbled on it. I got a voice.

"You idiots... you worms... you idiots!

It was the result of the destruction of dozens of buildings in the surrounding township. It is a "thinning” to prevent overburn. It was an act presented as a condition when I started betting with that man.

The same is true of the capture and killing of operatives within the leadership. Dozens of soldiers disguised themselves as dozens of people tried to escape from the territorial capital after the troops of the north entered. I was left with an arrow.

That man was right in his prophecy. Everything goes exactly as the man said.

Now there were about five hundred horsemen left in this castle, and all the rest of the soldiers lay low in the city. It was a measure that I transferred to execution with testimony from a captive operative, but remitting it meant foreseeing a future in which I lost my bet. Still, I couldn't have done it.

That's right. Severi loves this territorial capital.

If you mean to be burned, I want to extinguish it. If the people are to be killed indiscriminately, I want to protect them. So I was thinking in view of the surrender at a time when the northern forces besieged the territorial capital. I just couldn't get through that.

"Fight, my soldiers... exterminate the worms! Put out the flames! Save the lives of the people!

Severi was in tears more than she had ever experienced. It's a tear of tears. I couldn't help crying. He stuck to the window and shouted under his eyes. I kept screaming.

I realized that was all I had left. That's all I have anymore.

The people. This town. The only things that prove to me that Count Kalisalmi was in the kingdom are those that spread beneath his eyes. How much people can save the city in this flaming battle of darkness… I entrusted my last resort there.

"Fight... fight... fight me eh!!

Did the scream invite you? The war situation moved a lot.

The northern army had been pushed inside the fire as a whole, but at the corner of it, near the southwest gate, the Etheramaki army collapsed.

It was a crumbling way as if I'd unplugged a building block. Until then, it seemed dominant, but confused by Russia, and the confusion spread acceleratively and couldn't hold back. People moved out the door trying to hit an avalanche. It seems to be disorderly. There's no harm in seeing it.

Kick it apart, and one of its armies rushes out the door.

It is a cavalry of fire.

The herd of horseback riders who ran through at once, swirling there three times, collapsed and scattered the nearby Eteramaki army by no skin, allowing it to play and split into three parts. To the extent that each number does not reach a thousand horsemen? They ran to the left and south so that they could work with each other.

Looks like they targeted a small group of mercenaries. Awesome manoeuvre. The three units break away from each other at times, meet at times, and smash the group in sight from one end. First the south, then the southeast and run without slightly decreasing speed. It's a runaway by light cavalry.

It's like a three-necked snake.

Or like three dragons.

The 3,000 horsemen cannot help but bite down everything hostile. Resistance is pointless. Because there's no way a person can come and get together or be an enemy to a monster.

And the monster went east.

There were eight thousand troops gathered there between the Eteramaki army and the Keimaru knights, but there was also the struggle of the Peterius army and its number was shredded, and above all, all the army was distracted only within the gate. The sides and back are indefensible. There's no way a monster doesn't strike that alarm and gap.

They ate me. Eaten and torn. They are pulled a thousand pieces in pieces and crushed without escape.

And wonders arose there as well. From the eyes of Severi, who completed his military studies, the way it still collapses is just one thing. Even though it is fast, it is only the mass of the light cavalry, but the group is disorganized with little indulgence.

Is that the monster's monster's monster? No, I've heard it somewhere. Severi put her nails up on her scalp. I was forced to move my head that didn't work well.

"Yes... a demon... isn't it like the army of the demon Salomon...!

Severi has never seen the real thing. But I had heard of it. That cleverness in cutting down enemies was something that would not allow other followers to follow.

The demon whom the church had sent to burn called the name of a man Salomon, but when he had ordained a general of an army in the kingdom, he was called General Hahat. It is precisely the name of the house that General Ryu is now named after.

Is it a coincidence? Is it inevitable? Either way, Severi felt a strong sense of awe.

Is this the seriousness of that man, General Dragon, Marco Hahato? Is it a true strength that you could not see in the Bow Zhang Hara match? There's no way we're enemies. There's no way you can win. It's a monster. Isn't it a real monster?

Severi can't even look away from that other army anymore.

It looks like Dongdaemun's victory or loss has already been decided. Even the remaining enemies sweep in order for the Peterius army to advance in a solid line. The fire leaves it behind and continues its advance without stopping.

Northeast is next. The monster fills its greed with high-speed manoeuvres.

Who will fight it? Who can avoid it? No matter how much blood you spill your life, that combat maneuver just finally crosses. Hostile to that means death as it is. It's a disaster. It's a disaster by the cavalry.

After the north...... make sure you almost circle the territorial capital, and the moment will come.

Severi didn't know what look she was on right now. I can't explain to myself what kind of emotion I have to throw away my drink, try to eat it in and stick it in the window.

It was my first feeling in my life. The world is what I even thought existed for the first time since I was there, but now at this moment, Severi even felt like a human being called herself was outside the world.

Or maybe he was dead before he realized it. It may have disappeared transparently from the world. Still, if you can witness it in this particular sight, there is no regret in being dead. Severi thought it all out.

The confrontation was about to begin.

In the northeast, 3,000 light cavalry line up horses to intercept monsters. Dyed through a white half moon in the middle of the black ground...... The Black Night One Moon's military flag is also brave, a cavalry regiment of cold moons led by Princess Margareta of the Ship's Eye.

Running there is a monstrous army. A special battle flag that dyes a black cross in the middle of the red field to mimic the flames...... Fire Meter Battle Flag...... Kakaisenki......? No, you're not. It is not. This is what that flag should call it.

"The Flag of Fire, but you just said..."

Severi shrugged on a flaming night. In the capital of the Fire which is stained with red, both heaven and earth, that flag is just the flag of the Fire. Against the background of the outer periphery of the burning territorial capital, those three armies are about to smash everything hostile to themselves.

Severi witnessed all of its awesomeness. Severi still bears witness from here to the battle that should be called its end point and its fate. From the highest part of the capital, don't look at us as if we're losing everything, and abandon the captivity of life and death and witness it all.

Burn the showdown of the protagonists of this age into their eyes.

That's all I wanted. That's all I wanted. Severi had also forgotten to breathe and opened her eyes.

Heaven is darkness. The ground is fire.

People fly black and red flags on each other, and now the spectacle of horseback riding hits each other.