Fly the Flag of Fire!

By the time the wind blowing through the Wang capital also felt the warmth, Lucas Uliharsilla was observing one of his princes.

Soft golden hair, clear blue eyes, a neat and neat face… a beauty that is no less pale than the brave man seen in the painting. This is Baron Daniel Hackinen, who is Lucas' consultant.

The elegant way to drink tea without making any noise is accompanied by a worrying atmosphere.

I guess I'm tired. The famous Baron, who has come from the territory of the Count of Hellevy in the north, is so busy that it will not be long before he has one of the rooms to which he has been addressed. Because the social world is eager for him.

Lucas was sorry for it. Because we know as a practical experience how a brilliant world cuts spiritual power. I even consider it a place to avoid samurai.

Whatever it is, it's strength. I can live straight without frustration as long as I have the strength.

But it's about him with a thin impression of the line somewhere, so I guess it wears my heart out and makes me depressed.

Therefore, Lucas suggests. Sincerely.

"Doctor, why don't you grow a mustache"

"... I seem to have misheard. Could you say that again?

"Let's grow a mustache. Build up your majestic beard."

"... can you explain the intent, or the meaning?

"I want my teacher to be healthy and frank. To do so, it will be important to go in form."

Ask him if he passed it on. The response was a sigh.

"We should have been talking about the barracks..."

"A barracks for the military would be health in people."

"... I seem to have caused you concern because of Shaw. But don't bother after that. Because it is the purpose of this time to give thought to the future of the Marquis."

"Yeah? I'm not going to be wrong there either...... hmm?

Lucas tilted his neck. I can't really engage with the conversation.

For the Uliharsilla family, Daniel Hackinen is already in his possession.

That is not Lucas' personal view. His father Klaus, the Marquis, said the same thing again. He said he was a brilliant man and that he could leave the big job to go. If you think about it, you're calling the study on something and getting it involved in government affairs.

My sister Amalia admires him too. Although he is originally a more loving man, his attitude toward him makes him feel equally or more affectionate than his family. The smile shines brighter.

"Mm... right. Love."

For Lucas, who separated himself from his mother, his sister is an object of love, a symbol of tranquillity and a person who wants him to be the happiest in this world. I want you to live more vibrantly than anyone else.

Therefore, I also wanted the person ahead to whom she dyed her cheeks and stared to be well again. I have trouble with my sister worrying about his health and shading his smile.

"I want my teacher to have affection, too."

I put my mood as a smudge, but Lucas' eyes just show him with a strange look on his face. On my beard, I heard a grunt.

"Don't be too busy with your teacher, either. We've barely been able to have dinner together lately."

"I'm distressed."

"Well, more days my father could stay home instead. I'm not stupid enough not to know what that means. I'm not smart enough to do my job."

"It's a matter of age. There is also a nagging reason to drink or not. Never mind."

"I don't care if the teacher is well"

Lucas exhaled.

"I want to be alone soon... but I can't be early in the day, and my sister will scold me for booze"

Throw your gaze at him vaguely...... Lucas uttered what he remembered.

"Speaking of which, the teacher is still giving instructions to the example convoy."

"... Yep. I'm the captain."

"You're an armed group that supports people's lives by protecting logistics... it's still nice. As much as I'd like to be at work if I had the chance."

"People have a position for themselves, something called a job according to their position. Thinking of the people and standing shoulder to shoulder with the people does not always coincide"

"Yeah. I don't have to do anything else, and I can't take part in work with a sword spear to keep my life on the lookout mountain, etc. That's all you really can't do, I am."

A sincere voice arrived at Lucas, who lamented his incompetence.

"Don't worry about it. If you wanted to exchange matters, above all, you believed in destiny. Otherwise confused, lost... like walking without a light on a dark night"

I thought I heard an unusual voice, and Lucas corrected his posture. I have an intuition that I shouldn't miss hearing it before I understand what it is.

"It's not about footing, it's about finding hope ahead of looking up. If only that could be..."

I couldn't hear the word butt. It disappeared somewhere far away. Lucas regretted it, but didn't ask. I decided to wait for the next opportunity.

Daniel Hackinen's eyes emit a strong glow.

I don't care if Lucas doesn't see himself in that vision. If I could find toughness and make sure he was still fine, that's fine.

"Dazzling."

With a little envy, Lucas shrugged about it. Reach for the teacup.

I was about to run out of time to monopolize my teacher.