Fly the Flag of Fire!

On a white embroidered tablecloth like braided sugar is a silver basin, with tea utensils modest gold embellishments on white magnets and cute, small round tables in clear outfits and sunshine out the window. Nicodemus Parvila stood between the walls and watched it. Tilt his neck and tease him how to tilt the flowers on the table. Bell-ringing grass and snowflakes are the ones that can be fixed on those wrinkled fingers. Make it look like a girl's hair decoration. It's there.

"Sir, His Excellency the Marquis Ahamaniemi is here for you"

"Yeah. Go"

After instructing the butler with his eyes, Nicodemus headed to Tech and the front door. The woman opens the white door and frowns at the fresh, cold air that creeps in, narrowing her eyes and pointing her mouth. While the expression did not return, the visitors came there in large strands.

"You don't like it."

"When it's summer and winter outside, it's always this face"

"Then wait inside."

"You are the Marquis. I'm the Count."

"Then correct the way you hear your mouth."

"Because we're friends. Welcome, Untamo."

"Uhm. I'll get in the way, Nicodemus"

I let go of those words without a laugh, and then I went inside the mansion. I don't hear closed doors. The hallway to tread is clean, the conditioning is soft and glossy, and all the footsteps of the two are small and numerous, or large and few repeated. Nobody gets into my sight. No one's noise. The time between the two is smooth without being hindered by anything.

That room, which softens the western sun, was full of tea party scents like mercy. A round table wrapped in white, a silver receptacle, a small white tabletop flower and a two-legged chair with a taste of the year. Those cautions vividly highlight the colorful confectionery served on the plate. It's like a fruit colour. It's like a mess of flowers. They are glowing jewellery boxes, cooked with sugar and flour. Nicodemus laughed, visioning how the innocent girl was holding it with a smile.

"Hmm. Beautiful"

"Yeah."

As usual, Nicodemus proceeded to the right and sat there. Pour two cups of tea while you feel the cup warm enough in your hand. Red deepens into porcelain white and fragrances. The deacons don't serve the two tea parties. It opens without distinction between the four seasons. It was always soft and secret.

Drink that sip of tea gently and luxuriously long enough. It exudes emotion in an old body. full of joy as usual...... and Nicodemus asked.

"How was your conversation with Marquis Uliharsilla?

"... was exceeding expectations. A lot."

The large body swelled further and slowly shriveled above its original size. Neither the flowers nor the leaves on the tabletop shake. The breath seemed to be thrown down by the weight of invisibility.

"It seems Master Margarita was poisoning His Majesty. The evidence was shown and confirmed."

Was the exhalation cold air? Nicodemus lifted his legs off the floor. Looks like I got some strength in my lips, and I stuck it out a little. Put it back and talk.

"Proof?"

"A vial. Because when the daughter of Marquis Uliharsilla visited Her Majesty, she brought it back from Her Majesty's makeup room. It was lost in the perfume. That's what the chief samurai and the chief medical officer testify."

"What poison?

"That's not normal. If I let him drink one drop, the rat started to melt, and if he applied another drop to his mouth, he slowed down his beat and died slowly."

"Try to sleep, die... that kind of poison..."

"Mm-hmm. Sounds like it can work faster or slower depending on how you use it. And the makeup room is used by Her Majesty's permission by Margarita. Even after His Majesty fell."

I threw it away and put my mouth on the teacup. Nicodemus takes confectionery without imitating it. I carved a crisp sound and there was something I could see neat with it.

"Church."

"... still think so"

"There is no sacrament or demon in the class of spiritual medicines. If Her Royal Highness does not engage with demons and witches, then the bishop will remain. That makes me good at everything. Your Majesty's soul is falling out, and why Marquis Uliharsilla has stripped the Church of its hostility."

"Uhm...... Marquis Uliharsilla was angry"

Words spinning in the back of my throat sound bitterly. It looks like you have to make it bigger with all your strength to suck and throw up. All Nicodemus' fingers and jaws are moving lightly in front of it.

"It's better than burying in the dark."

"Exactly. (iv) Destroy everything as the totality of the Marquis. You don't have to make a scene about dividing the kingdom if this happens publicly. If you do it badly, the Empire can also wreak unprecedented havoc. The country won't be anything anymore."

"And a new country will be built,"

Two long, long exhalations threw away into the warmth that tea and confectionery were supposed to be aromatic, making a slight rubbing sound in the time flowing through the present.

"I was given permission to speak only to you within the Count. I need to talk to you about it... so I don't approve of Margarita's right to inherit the throne, okay?

"Yeah, we've only got a few more people to support than Eleonora."

"... um. Exactly."

Warmed her lips with a second bite, moistened her mouth thirst, and Nicodemus filled her nostrils with muffins and scent. Meditate to enjoy the taste, teeth and fragrance. There was something floating behind that lid.

First Princess Eleonora. Swallow by madness and waving another sword of the Holy See, she finally broke that heart, which was more dangerous than it was originally. He broke out the whole day after the awards ceremony, spent two days in a cloudy consciousness, slept three days and three nights in high fever… If he woke up, he smiled naively and said:

"I feel like I've been having a very bad dream. Hey, where's the brave man? Still not back from the war?

She had erased all of her memories that spanned more than a decade. I put that mind back into the midst of a former war, and it's stupidity. It was not a commotion where the right to inherit the throne. Or something that also had church evil...... Nicodemus shallowly stopped the consciousness of the thought that moved. Never again. She still has a former saintly knight next to her husband to show her his guardianship. There's nothing I can do.

Second Princess Margareta. Showered with a ferocious blade that freaked out on its face, she suffered a major injury losing her right eye of what was nothing else in her life. I still fall asleep without the fever associated with the injury healing. Variously difficult about her future. As for the assault on the King, there is no way to hold an impeachment trial by Uncle Sihou beyond making things public. However, because of the circumstances, we must press for resignation with regard to the right to inherit the throne. It would also impose constraints on many powers as royalty.

How will it work after that? Will you hide? Or will you approach any of the forces? From Nicodemus' point of view, it can't just be that she cooperates in the north. Because he doesn't look like someone who can stand in the wind of his sister and stay flat.

Third Princess Paulina.

While the awards ceremony showed the harshness of the winter storm for the majority, it may have announced the advent of spring in the world only to one of her. She was stripped of her parents' honor and became a stumbling block to the world of royal aristocracy. The allegiance of the young hero and the fervent valves of the leading aristocracy are trying to defeat everything that even the Church was fuelling it, bringing the supreme crown to her.

The effect has already appeared, and the detached house where she lives is now where the famous nobles and knights are fighting ahead. I wonder if the thrive is somewhere else based on the previous insidious appearance. The Royal Army was handed out as security, but apart from that, northern gestures are giving him a glance with strict vigilance. He who is surprised by it now and asks what it means. But the reality is more serious.

The first princess broke her heart, the second princess committed a great sin, and only the third princess remained. It is no longer an exaggeration to say that she ranks first in the order of substantive succession to the throne. Besides, it keeps northern military forces under its influence. At the beginning of the ceremony, what was natural collapsed, and now Nicodemus frowned feeling exposed to the rough outside air. My mouth is pointy, too.

Nicodemus feels it. The Third Princess Paulina said there was something mediocre to look at and not to be good at. I don't ask for the year-to-year, and I don't show the luminous sensitivity of youth. It's just bizarre and strange to be calming down with the girl's pity. Incredible and impenetrable. Whereas the reasons for her isolation in the aristocratic society may include the dishonor of her parents and the disgust of the First Princess, Nicodemus thinks that there may be her heterogeneity at its root.

Or maybe it's so big that I can't grasp it...... Nicodemus thought so, blurring his cheeks more and letting his lips stick out.

"Is it time you got your thoughts together?

Nicodemus opened his eyes in surprise because he was called out like that. If you look at it, the other cup is empty, and your own cup is losing heat. So I just reached out and threw a few small, powdery treats together into my mouth. Do it with Polypoli and then pour in some warm tea. Third sip. Though that's gone from plan to plan, that knew how to have fun with it.

"You must be Christian."

I immediately agreed to it.

"Mm-hmm. We'll have Master Christian. Eight years old."

Eight, and whatever they were, Nicodemus thought of the boy they were going to push up. Cristian, the first child of Eleonora. Nicodemus recognized him as a beautiful, adorable, musically talented kid. According to the Succession to the Throne Act, it is the fourth place in the current situation and the first place after Eleonora takes office.

"I think Uncle Kalisalmi might be happy."

"Going for kung fu, time after time, the Marquis of the New Age? Young is dusty."

"Yeah. Really."

"Uncle Eteramaki will be happy... but in that man's case he'll need a little attention"

"Yeah. Maybe we shouldn't be alone. Because I don't think about being young."

As I said, I rang a small call on the tabletop. The beautiful sound reminds me of an innocent laugh. So much so that the butler showed up and replaced the tea bowl. The hot air looks deliciously fuzzy and spreads the scent differently from the earlier one. If you pour it and it's different shades, and you kiss it hot, it's like the intensity of the taste lights up your body and mind. Nicodemus laughed muffled.

"Young, huh?"

Hung, and the big old man who rattled his nose and baked sweets bakli, even hot tea, gave him a try with gooey. It's a different way of enjoying it than Nicodemus, but I didn't hate it. Because I know that whatever it is, people have their own way of enjoying themselves, and it's only whether it's acceptable or not.

"Youthfulness is something that is easily linked to bravery on the battlefield. Living on the other side of weakness is delightful and painful. Hero, that's a good thing. But that young man doesn't know. that old age and sickness are the long battlefields of hard endurance."

I say it like I'm angry. It's like stupidity and it's actually the harmony of his flow. Nicodemus replied with a grin. Nicodemus has never seen or heard the Marquis Untamo Ahamaniemi where this southern weird old man is said to suffer from old age, or where he can lie ill. Though I acknowledge the closest friendship.

Who has lived on the battlefield the most of the present Uncle Si Hou? It is the Marquis Uliharsilla, and it is he, Untamo, who will take second place only marginally. Even that difference was about a period of time that had to be lowered for the treatment of war wounds, caused by the fact that the enemy arrows and spears were in command where they arrived. Nicodemus has a different way of life. Even though they say they have in common in that they have not trained themselves in any martial arts.

"Civil unrest? The Lord Yuriharshira has thought it through."

"I guess that hero burned me with his youth. I've been blocking it for a long time."

"He was carrying too much death."

"You're a man of deep emotion. The family, the brave, the devil, and…"

The end of the word was unsaid. Finally, baked sweets were consumed pale between them. Nicodemus turned his eyes to the adorable flowers of the bell ringing grass and asked, as he had been.

"That's good, right?

"Uhm. It's already started. It will arrange much with Marquis Uliharsilla at a time when the force map is clear. Uncle Kalisalumi seems to have started adding knights to his own territory as soon as possible."

"It's really dusty, he is. Still His Majesty did that from within his life."

"But I'm on your side. It makes sense that old manages youth, and vice versa, for example. It's ugly dreaming about young movement. Marquis Uliharsila is a fool."

"Yeah. Heat and cold are great enemies for old age. I can't live a new world anymore. [M] I hope to end up in this happiness right now. Is it a bad countess?

If I gently touched the little petal, white it wobbled and stopped quietly again. Nicodemus tried to touch it again because it seemed like he was a jerk. Push it weaker than earlier with great care. Shaking is weak. Still, Nicodemus laughed. It was enough.

"Hung, I can't be sure of the good or the evil of things. I only know there is an emergency. in politics."

Pour yourself a cup of tea and sip it out in one breath, says Untamo Ahamaniemi.

"Marquis Uliharsilla was in a hurry. It has to stop. I guess the Church's deeds are evil to him, but at least it was done loosely. If you want to change, you should just take the same amount of time."

The Tea Party of the Two continues gently and loosely without anyone interrupting them. The western sun in winter is something that sets quickly, but still lights up the room so warmly. Nicodemus rang a second bell, and never a third. Because I know that everything is about to go away.

"Bye."

"Yeah. Again."

The outside air is finally getting cold and windy. Nicodemus couldn't stand it.