Fly the Flag of Fire!

I got confirmation right away. After all, a carriage bearing the Baron's family's crest has been witnessed in the streets, and it has already returned to the mansion. Testimony was also taken from the abduction scene. There is no such thing as wanting to make the nobles enemies, but it is only natural to place more emphasis on the immediate danger of life than distant anxiety. Beltran warped the edge of his mouth.

"Hmm... shallow grave thing"

To whom were those words directed? Beltran stood in front of the baron's mansion gate. I am single. It didn't take long after I asked him to go inside, and a rushed footsteps approached me. An old man peeked into his eyes from a wooden plank peek door.

"What can I do for you? I have public eyes, so I have trouble being visited even though they haven't called me!

Baron's family order. I am familiar with Beltran. His eyes are blood-running and his nose is rough, and from a familiar clear face, it's a huge transformation. Unable to enjoy the hilariousness that engulfed him, Beltran gently swallowed.

"What's funny!

It was best to reply from the bottom of my heart that you had your character. Let's go.

This Baron family's relationship with Beltran is quite profound, and it involves the Baron's own sexuality. Because it is not uncommon for a nobleman to prefer colour to passion, but in the case of a baron, the bias of "wild flower eating" is added. He wants to hold exclusively amateur women who are no longer visible to the social world or luxury whores and are no less than an unspoiled civilian.

(I'm not willing to discuss my personal sexuality like this, but it's odd)

One day, a story about a slave sale broke into Beltran over the baron. If you check the goods, you're a normal village daughter, and it's like you don't understand yourself being sold as a slave. It's the end of making me even smile and ask about the journey itinerary etc. Having heard there a harmony between ignorance and shamelessness, Beltran is still what distorted the ends of his lips.

In the town, in the village, at night by day, the baron was politely speaking of his prey. It's not hard. It's like a prince destined to appear in a story... dreaming of a simple daughter, taking her away with her cheeks dyed and enjoying the nightless illusions... eventually she gets tired of throwing them away. Deceit, as slaves.

At the same time I thought it was stupid, Beltran was also interesting. Dreaming that the good fortune of falling and gushing will come upon itself what you need to live on with your feet on the ground, the unwise women who end up falling into mourning...... the process is all full of intense “raw” signs, far from death everywhere. They are not soft enough to die of shame.

(Is it called the suppleness of wild flowers? Or something else. Either way, that's strength)

He was also impressed with the baron's figure eye selecting all those women. Being familiar with everything is enough to be respectful. Because Beltran knows that not all women do.

His mother is the proof. The woman, born in the noble house of the Eberian Empire, intended to run off with the bard who visited the mansion and was sold to a whorehouse. When he was discovered, he had one baby with a miserable appearance. He said he hung himself without a suicide note that night when the kinship meeting was taking place. The baby is then raised in a church orphanage… with a sword.

(Slavery is a man's business. I see people in the way they relate. For me, it's a means to get money, to observe despair where it's a disease that leads to death. Not only is it a lust bracket for the Baron, but it seems like he has something to ask for)

Perhaps the relationship of vice, bound in darkness, has something that goes through with each other, secretly.

And now, let's beltran. I have to. My throat starts pounding.

"Shut up, shut up! I need you to do something quick, or leave, or do it!

The man yelling without even being able to leave the peep door was hilarious. Are you fortunate that your spit is physically shielded? No, Beltran convinces me that he's fortunate to not see his whole body. I'm no better at abdominal arts than I was. Mobilize your abs to contain impulses and try to speak calmly.

"I have nothing to do... I just came to pick up the down payment as usual"

"Hey, what a fool... the baron can't stay!

"Right. Nonetheless, the carriage runs. I'm coming... because you're good at it. I care enough not to be called up."

It is a beltran with a slightly enhanced eyesight. Apparently he tried to spew out many words, the decree showed off the headwinds and the hundred facades without being able to say it, and eventually opened the door quietly. Beltran just had to snort, even as he saw the roughness of his nose, which could not even pretend to be calm, and put it back in. Deposit your sword at the gatekeeper.

"You rats are everywhere! Good at sniffing the bait!

"I agree. Not necessarily feedable."

Which was hilarious to moggo and evil, and the unscrupulous swordsman was to keep grinning at his mouth. I see you as a walking ordinance. Nice clothes, but good clothes. Something like reasonable rations from a family's point of view? It covers the body of a poor minister who does not know martial arts and represents the appropriate authority… but it does not hide the disruption in his attire. I haven't even paid off the dirt. Is it pity not to look at the groin?

"... this way. You're here all of a sudden, so why don't you ask me anything?

It leads us not into the mansion, but into the back. I usually meet my daughter in the back room. And we're going to take him away without talking about much. It all takes place under the supervision of a family decree, without the baron showing his face on the spot. But it's a deal that is clearly made by the Baron's intentions.

So this is only the sole run of the decree.

It was one of the warehouses that was guided, and there was a woman lying on the wall inside of it that smelled of dust and mold. I guess I noticed it by the sound. He twists his neck and stares at Beltran, but the marks of beatings are noticeable on that face with messy hair, dirty with blood and tears. Looks like he's even trembling.

It was terrible. He has a monkey bite and is tied to his wrist and ankle, but the way he does it is excessive for a shitty crack, and the blood circle is considerably worse, especially on the hands. The clothes are messed up and torn, and the woman is still exposed to skin and has a healthy twitch repeatedly. Beltran relieved himself with his heart. Looks like we made it.

"She was a wild dog girl with a rough temper. You can't let this happen. I'll pay you back. Take it away as soon as possible."

He glanced at the family decree that curled up quickly and approached the woman. Pull your mouth in that ear trying to get violent and tell it small.

"Hannah from Kiko Village, right? I came to save you with the life of the one who guides you. You know what I mean? If you find out, make yourself comfortable. I'll try to save you, even in exchange for your life."

The woman opened her eyes round and became hardened. I checked that before retightening the wrist rope and untying the ankle rope. Make him stand up politely, assist him in the curling, and even wrap his coat around him. The decree, which looked at the whole thing, was also turning its eyes round again.

"Mi, that's a brilliant one... Is Shiro the one who has Shiro's moves..."

She seemed heartily surprised by the way the woman followed her adult. Beltran swallows the swallow in the back of his throat.

(I look like I want something pure. That means your degree is there. A race called Shiro, where you look down on authority... and look up and admire it. character)

"... I can't get used to it. If you punish this, go to the whorehouse."

I abandoned him and left the decree in the barn, which had gone awry, and went out. Hannah is roaring and demanding to take the monkey monkey, but Beltran doesn't respond to that.

(If you're a villain, it ends here. But if it's a lower species, there's a continuation... sora)

"Ma, wait! You didn't pay for it!

I grabbed a finger like a dead tree branch from the side where it tried to lay on Hannah's shoulder, and Beltran pressed and broke one of those five for nothing. After a slight silence, a high scream was released into the night sky. Capture the jaw of the decree, its source, with your hands, and tell it as you add grip.

"You did evil by imitating monkeys while your husband was away, and you failed to do so. I can no longer get a woman or money. There are no other shades of misery in the rest of your life on this one where evil evidence is gripped by evil. Despair. You think you can deceive your master, you are no longer under the protection of your master. You were being tried."

Beltran took one parchment out of his nostalgia. I'll show you in front of damp eyes with tears and saliva. Written in the Baron's handwriting and ending with the Baron's family seal, that content had beaten the man who was the decree. It is a declaration of dismissal of a family order in the event of a payment made while away from home.

"It's apart from bad deeds and foolishness. You can't miss more than what you've been after. Why don't we go say hello to the new ordinance? They're getting a retirement pension."

Dragging a man who cramps and whimpers. Hannah, who had been removed from the ape, had also faded her face again and followed without a word until she left the mansion.

"What did you tell Hannah, Beltran"

Marco blurred from its upper seat, three people surrounding the table of liquors illuminated by lights. Beltran in the lower seat sucks the cup in awe and without sound. Leaving those two around, Oiva is looking for a big drink with her confusion on her eyebrows.

"Instead of blocking it, I'm dyeing my cheeks, and my heart isn't here. My attitude towards me has become strangely polite... and the others are twisting their necks."

"The Lord wears a mask against the world. Hey. There's nothing more to that far-fetched expedition than admiration."

Direct vision is a beltran that responds with courtesy but with the right manners. On the side, while the big man showed care without his mouth inserted, he made the confused eight word eyebrows even steeper.

"But in view of your dignity, it is not for the woman who serves you to show insult in everyday life. I didn't let you know what was true, I just let you change your posture indirectly."

It was like a child's hand, and the fruit, a finger that would dictate the untouchable death of an ordinary man, was attached to the side of a closed blue eye. The eyes opened again are half-eyed and the cheeks are slightly swollen. There is already the prestige of those who lead 10,000 rides... Beltran thought so.

"Hannah is stubborn for better or worse. I don't think I'll change my mind or attitude sooner."

"Ha. It's abrupt. If it is a rare temper for the unschooled to disobey authority, I have taught you that the Lord is the benefactor who saved your life."

"... In short, where you fell in love with Beltran, you set me up to honor you backwards, didn't you?

I'm not lying.

Yes, it's not a lie. Two bright moons shine bright in Beltran's sight.

(My faith has already paid off. I have the joy of kneeling beneath the feet of those who control death. It will no longer freeze in the fog by hand. I can go about the darkness of ignorance with peace of mind too...... oh Lord!

Put the gotri and the liquor cup down and ask Oiva.

"I don't know why. It's like I don't know, is that you? Is it okay to say that Marco and Beltran have entered into a pact of subordination? If the exchange was sole after the toss, would I be a witness?

The young boy sighed and the swordsman with the green scarf smiled silently. The big man made me try to trample both of them. First I sighed, then I laughed niggly, then I laughed.

"Fine! It's not funny. It was a world of reason. It's good to have an unscrupulous obedience! Good mon! Oh, bless you!!

On that night, when the cold winds of winter mixed beneath the moon, the three men who lived together laughed in the upstairs room of the liquor store where the wicked were brought together. Marco, Oiva Otara, Beltran. By the time the sun rises, the men will be separated to their place of being, and when they are assembled again, the continent will hear the heartbeat of the dreaded armed groups.

"One, there's someone I want you to look for"

Marco asked for it last time. It is an absolute order for Beltran. That was what daunts his faith. He vowed to accomplish it even in lieu of his life, and in fact, Beltran would carry out that task with his life in jeopardy.

"I'm a woman with silver hair, red eyes and light black skin. As you can guess, a person of minority origin who supposedly lives in the Great Ice Plains of the North, his name is Jikilrosa. I used to belong to the prostitute army of the Royal Athlian Army, but now I think I'm leaving the army"

Marco further added that he would never have gone back north.

"She was the deputy secretary of Salomon Hahat... would it be easier for you to understand that? It's possible he was temporarily captured by the church, but he should be safe and free. As a first step, you might want to go from there."

Demon-Eyed Jikil.

It is the alias of the female jewel who ran on the battlefield as the throne of Salomon's hip.