Fly the Flag of Fire!

Autumn is a fruitful season. Mekong wheat ears deflect to a rich weight in front of the harvest, and people grind their sickles thinking of the heavy labor of pruning that will soon begin. Count the taxes and figure out how to get past the winter. Officials, merchants and even royal nobility are all built on a grain of grain that the earth graces.

Klaus Ulyhalsilla even burst deep into the study chair and snorted satisfactorily. In front of me are various documents on self-governing agriculture. This fall's harvest was expected to be in sufficient quantities of something not even abundant. That is the same for the whole kingdom, and there was no doubt that the crisis caused by cold damage was generally seen as undressed.

The rest of us didn't know, and Klaus was convinced that this year's harvest was what would hold the destiny of the kingdom. The lives of the people who were rebuilt during the truce can also bear fruit if the cold damage persists, leaving behind all the buildings to be miserable. Because if you don't have something to eat, you won't walk away from everything. The more unproductive it is, the more flourishing it is. It is only the footprint of society, such as the Slave City. Now that the end of the war with the Empire had been opened, he thought that if climate irregularities seemed to persist any longer, the country's order might collapse from its roots. Klaus closes his eyes between the bundles. A sense of relief was circling the body and mind.

The trick and modesty rang the door. If you allow him to enter the room, it is your great-looking son who showed up. It's Baron Daniel Hackinen. For Klaus, he was a victim of politics, a practitioner of a rare folk life for nobility, and a counsellor for his son-in-law… a man who would also be his stepson this fall.

"Hmm, as I said at the engagement announcement table, Baron Hackinen."

Klaus laughed and laughed.

"Sir lacks something called affection. I'm not asking you to smile, but more like this, is it a good look at the economy?

"The economy, is it... it"

Klaus snorted at Daniel, touching his cheeks. It is an argument. A man who does his daughter to his daughter-in-law. As a parent, Klaus was often involved with Daniel these days. I decided to let my daughter marry herself in anticipation, so it is not necessary to hit her hard, but as a kindness, I want her to float a little. Nevertheless, if it was a hella, it would be highly unlikely.

Sometimes it was about the task I ordered him to do. I know I can tell you the exact opposite of the heartwarming reports I deployed on my desk. Yesterday, there was a strange pop song sung here in the kingdom as well as in the kingdom. It was like a nursery song. It contained content that would not be overheard by Klaus and others at the centre of power or by military officials.

The wind blows on the plains of the crime. A great battle (wasabi) wind blows.

East-West disappointed to combine and now the West has won again.

Alas, loser, wife fool. Being selfish with cheating, angry.

Yesterday and today changed my mind and I will kill you as soon as I get to my head.

The brave and the devil, kill to kill, crazy woman.

The wind blows to the plain of sin. The wind blows when you kill a lunatic.

Several subtly different lyrics have been reported, but they all have two elements in common, which undoubtedly contain information unknown to the public.

For one thing, it's a crime scene rally that even has a secret of what happened. Moreover, it suggests that it is the defeat of the kingdom. This was also being gradually spread as a rumor by front-line returnees, who were also prepared to announce their official views in the near future. It can also be described as a political failure to have been circulated as a song earlier.

For one thing, slander of the royalty. First is undoubtedly the rhetoric that discredits the First Princess Eleonora. It also troubles me where I can only assume that those who know the princess have thought about it. Neither did Klaus think the lyrics were as they were, but he admitted that there was something close. Though I supposedly wouldn't associate it if I wasn't somewhat more powerful.

Klaus does not underestimate the epidemic among these folk grasses. Once popular, "Is the plain still red today? The same was true of the song," which may lead the transportable popular psychology in the unpredictable direction of state power. Or maybe the other way around. Perhaps when the popular psyche moves greatly, a popular song will emerge as its symbol.

Either way, the proportion of belligerency and aversion, loyalty to the kingdom, hostility to the empire, everything fluctuates. Klaus thought those involved in politics had to be sensitive there. A nation is not a firm and immutable thing that has existed since the beginning of the world. If there are many who believe, they will take shape, and if there are few, they will scatter clouds... they are such beings with such clarity. Klaus recognises the country as such, but therefore runs away. Anxiety is always present.

"So? Were you able to identify where the song came from?

"No, it... we investigated around the front-line returnees, but we couldn't hear what that sounded like. Instead, it seems that the majority of people who return to their homeland and find out for the first time."

"Really... looks like I missed my guess. If so, it will be from a high place in the royal palace, but no information will come into my ear either. I don't know the author, but this time..."

"... are you in trouble"

"Trouble. There's a fool who put a song in Master Eleonora's ear"

Daniel didn't change his expression, but his eyebrows moved pickly to convey his surprise. And I sighed in the wind that I wasn't impressed. Klaus feels the same way, but he lives in a position that he can't do just that.

"How... shall I be"

"I can't help it. Master Eleonora doesn't seem to feel like a slander to herself. Human beings, they don't seem to know who they are. You're saved."

"... you knew who told you."

"Exactly. You idiot, I'm proud of the shame of not letting my Knights participate in the earlier Battle of the Wreck Plains, as if there had been any foresight. Uncle Eteramaki's Knights have even made damage, and they're shouting that they're looking forward to the next meeting. We want a meeting. Crazy people are about him."

"Uncle Kalisalmi, is..."

"The risers are full of dusty words and deeds. It's annoying."

Klaus told him to throw up. Pour water from the side drain into the cup and drink. The tranquillity brought about by the report had already disappeared. The interior of the kingdom was full of anxiety when it was said that enemy nations existed side by side at the end of the plains of the crime.

The king is seen to be unable to cross this winter without signs of improvement in his medical condition. Although the First Princess stopped speaking to the military on the front line for some reason, she seems to be as emotionally unstable as ever. The nobles are taking the war somewhere else by HR and pretend not to look anxiously or, conversely, show a strangely belligerent attitude and go out for a light-hearted action. Enhance the Knights as you come up with them, send them to the front line, and put them back off the front line without saying no to their surroundings... not even busy.

Very few people think of war from a strategic perspective. The military, where it is a minority, also lacked some tension, and the current glue condition was seen to last as long as one of them did not take extra measures. The defeat of the earlier meeting doesn't seem to be taken very seriously. The view prevails that it is close to the draw, and there is something to convince Klaus of that as well. Because there was no Pursuit and Destruction.

Once the Kingdom of Aslia was in a crisis of exile, nothing more than because the Imperial Army adopted a strategy of pursuit and extermination. They broke down the Royal Army in the Great War, followed it into the kingdom, and attacked the main cities one after the other without setting up a counter-attack. Hated to be killed momentum by the river width of the East Dragon River, the Imperial Army took a land route southbound across the tributary and approached Wang Capital. It was Klaus at the time who held it back, and the Kingdom Defense Forces, mainly the Uliharsila territorial army.

The Kingdom Defense Forces did not succeed in defeating the Imperial Invasion Army, but merely sought to extend the life of the Kingdom with the tactics of gradually retreating the front. He was unable to protect the King's capital, and eventually became the feather of dawn to the Imperial Army. But I was certain I had bought some time. In that precious time, the forces of salvation were restructured in the south of the kingdom. And the "brave men” were found, and the Royal Army was to push the Imperial Army back north.

Those who knew such an attack felt it was not a victory or a defeat, such as an earlier meeting, which was normal. He didn't come to the front fort of the kingdom because he was a soldier of the Imperial Army. Instead, one Imperial Army fort that should have won is burning down. Summer fights are roughly a five-minute victory for the Knights of the Sword Horn. Perhaps it is harder to assume that there are fluctuations in the current situation. Klaus also thought that would be the right position for the military.

"Does it not mean that Uncle Kalisalmi spread the song?

"No. That's not the kind of guy who can try to be far-fetched, and I don't have the idea of moving up from the bottom. It would work directly up, thereby trying to move down. Like this one."

"Work on the First Princess's emotions and speed up your next meeting..."

"I believe the later the better. You're the one with the disagreement. I used to be more on the battlefield in the war, and I've never heard of Viscount Kalisalmi fighting bravely at the time, but it's a horrible thing for time to pass. No, should I say abominable"

Klaus felt a headache and looked for booze with his gaze. The biggest subjects of concern at the moment were also the militants who were forming an inmate party among the nobles and military cadres. He cries out loudly for the defeat of the Empire and is breathing when he fulfills it in the next meeting. Many former warring nobles were also poisoned by its febrile atmosphere, of which Uncle Kalisalmi was one of the steep vanguards. The voice echoes loudly because it is the family of the Earl.

"I hear that my uncle was a meritorious and ascendant on behalf of the Hiltura family..."

"It's a work of tongue. I don't mean to be humble about it, but I detest the history of soldiers on the battlefield being killed with royal palace rhetoric. I find it particularly difficult to forgive among the despicable."

"... My lord, it is..."

"Uhm. Don't ask me any more than that. You just have to tell me whose faction I belong to with my uncle. It's no longer a human resource for Sir."

Silence flowed. Klaus was aware that he was saying terrible things. He's got Daniel involved. Invite me from the north, first to address my son, then even try to push my daughter as my wife. I'm trying to give them a little taste of the weight they carry.

Daniel's eyes make Klaus do it. How about this, make them try that too. The feeling is a little different from trust. If you were frustrated or unsuccessful, you would even remember how superior it was to that extent rather than being angry that you had been betrayed. I had a similar mood for barren unhappiness bragging.

It's similar. Daniel's presence resembles that of a former Klaus. Under no circumstances is immobility realized with the support of one of the resolve that I have set in my mind. That is not arrogance due to overconfidence or self-esteem. Because I'm not determined to do it for myself. Rather, it is even pious. Because it's a determination I gave to someone.

For Klaus, the king is it. He is the one who gives his destiny. But Daniel's opponent doesn't seem to be the king. Regardless, Klaus is not complacent that it is himself, etc. Daniel's eyes look somewhere far away. I don't know who's ahead of me. Royalty, nobility, or civilians? I didn't care who that was. Because Klaus feels the “future” in Daniel's words and actions.

A “future” hunch that makes you feel a powerful heartbeat when you don't know who you are. It was what the kingdom needed most today, and what Klaus is now losing the most. Klaus is convinced that he is not already the protagonist of his time. He's an old man. He's the only one who keeps what's there. I can't do more than that.

"… how does Sir view this war"

"It's not a stream I can read every time. Only to be flirted with."

"Hmm. Then read this stream and see what it means to be the one who is not flirted with"

"That would be huge. The dreams and the present of this world and the existence that can grasp and hold on to both of them, without shaking them… let such a person come true. Reading too. Not to be flirted with. And flirting."

It was an unexpected word. It was a powerful and full of certainty. Klaus found out that his attempt made an unexpectedly loud noise. That was a pleasant sound to the old bones. I was feeling that way, like I was taught there was a bright, refreshing breeze across the dark closed door.

"Well... I couldn't be such a giant"

"Me too. I don't even think I can be. It's just a daily trick."

"Wouldn't that be the same as me? Being young and not greedy..."

Klaus weakened. Wonders and headaches healed, his eyes looking at the window, not the booze. The wooden doors are closed by blocking the autumn breeze, which also mixes with the cold. It's a window that rarely opens for confidentiality and crime prevention. Since when has that happened? Klaus dreamed. I wondered how my father was. I wondered how my grandfather was. Should I have opened the window?

"Shall we let the wind in a little?

Daniel said, let him open the wooden door unconstitutionally. The sky was cut into squares and still blue and clear. The breadth was tall, even if it was invisible. The wind wasn't even cold.

Klaus missed the king. I wanted to tell the king how blue this is.

The king can no longer see and cannot move. So at least, I wanted to tell you.