Fly the Flag of Fire!

The emergency reports came successively from the direction of dusk.

"It's an ambush! An unknown cavalry group has crossed the realm! The location is around Taiga Hill!

"The cavalry group went northwest as they burned the villages! The number is roughly three thousand! It's awesome speed!

"Three thousand Eteramaki troops are in formation in the realm! Five thousand Kalisalmi leaders are following it!

All the soldiers who have rushed early seem desperate, and that tells the story of the bad situation as it is. Hearing those reports within the curtain, Klaus Uliharsilla lowly leaked.

I'm just finishing cleaning up the battlefield. Tomorrow and the day after, the two armies also withdrew from Bow Hara, and another ceasefire agreement was to be reached in King's Capital at a later date, and a reconciliation conference was scheduled to be held. Civil unrest was supposed to end and a new order emerged, and a new king should reign at its top. That was supposed to start a new era. A time of freshness and richness.

"It's a violation of the agreement! Duh, how could that be...!

Klaus glanced half-eyed at the man who raised his voice abruptly. Without realizing it and concealing his agitation, he is one of the Six Uncles of the Four Horses of the Kingdom of Asuria, Count Matthias Hellevy. He worked a lot before the meeting, and even after the meeting he showed his ability to handle the affairs related to the transportation of supplies, but during the meeting he was only a type of ornament. Klaus is not going to accuse him of that, but he recognizes that he is a man who cannot expect anything from out of principle.

"My lord, our Knights are in a state of readiness"

Another man who was on this occasion with Klaus and the military council spoke. The signs of a samurai plugged into the old man only deepen, and he is the leader of the Knights of the Sword Horn.

"Uhm. Get ready and wait"

"Ha"

Two men appeared before Klaus, mistakenly with the captain who had paid the curtain to leave. It is Count Leo Salmanto with a rugged look and Count Yousia Peterius with no tension or expression. The former should have been overseeing disarmed southern generals, while the latter should have been hitting the damage disposal of their own forces. They are both different ages and experiences, but if they both become lords guarding the kingdom's fronts, they are emitting an invisible force of warfare and are not going to hide it. Klaus exhaled low and long.

"What are you going to do?"

There was already something resolute in Uncle Salmant's voice. Klaus doesn't answer though. Depending on the content of the answers, Arashihara will now be the battlefield again. I saw Uncle Peterius. There is no confusion, which means you don't have to check. The two are developing a combat posture for the leadership.

"... I can't move here while the situation is opaque. I would like to begin by wishing the lords strict supervision of their own forces."

"I can't accept it"

Klaus tried and said slowly, but the immediate response was cut back. It's Uncle Peterius. Klaus looked seriously at the young man. Two eyes lighting a chilled out light in a quiet stand-up.

"Innocent people are being sacrificed. This is a matter before the text of the agreement. Because it must not be in any army in the Kingdom of Aslia, such as those who blade non-combatants in their own country. I mean, that's a bandit. He's a bunch of guys who have no hesitation in destroying it in any army in the Kingdom of Asaria. Immediately, we should get rid of it. Because every moment of abandonment magnifies the damage and disturbs the order of the kingdom."

Words flowing without discouragement are excessively intense as cold. It contained something that made anyone on the spot giggle. This young Count should have been cognizant of his thoughtful and cautious nature and surroundings. But now, out of his mouth, he rejected and slaughtered everything with reason, but as harsh as it was, it was discussed. Don't you have a glimpse of the essence of a person named Yousia Peterius there? Klaus roared.

"... Anyway, I think we should put out an immediate unit. You can't leave 3,000 horsemen alone."

Uncle Salmant's face, who said so, saw a bitterness that had not been there before. I thought of the meaning of it, which appeared as a tannic surface, and Klaus also learned bitterness over his tongue.

Wasn't Uncle Peterius still unacceptable? Are we not inseparable from the ruthlessness of the villages burned in the territory, the brutality of 10,000 generals and their fathers burned in the territorial capital, from the ruthless vengeance in their breasts? Uncle Peterius is still young. Less than thirty. No matter how you wrap your mind with the clothes of intelligence, there is certainly something like smoked heat, and it must be burning cold right now.

Have you inherited pride in protecting and fighting innocent people, Jousia Peterius?

Klaus lay his eyes slightly down and now he thinks of the late man. Did you fight as a float, even in a dead place? Such is his son showing a dangerous outburst in such a situation. I am imprisoned by the ruthless ruthlessness that lurked behind my reason. That's a miserable life. It would hurt many without any other or enemy allies. It was not acceptable.

"I see what the lords think. As an immediate unit, I intend to hit the Knights of the Sword Horn. But that departure needs a little time now. Because there's something I need to check."

"The general thrust of the south or no..."

"You're right, Uncle Salmant. You can't go wrong there. Never."

Klaus rather said it to Uncle Peterius. Your dark-haired, dark-eyed prince is as faceless as ever, giving you more signs of sword swallowing than anyone else. Will there be daughters too? He said the battle between the Peterius and Ahamaniemi armies was about to become a clash between the Ayama heavy cavalry, after allowing a horseback assault by the Marquis himself. Marquis Untamo Ahamaniemi… It is a spectacular battle with itself approaching the age of eighty.

Klaus thinks it was a shame that it was dodged by an honorable one-strike. It is this civil unrest that is more necessary to leave its roots behind, but there is still something called degree, and it is preferable that it be within manageable limits. It was good to settle with a losing horse, and the background of the man who became the winner was worthwhile. Oiva Otala...... a man who has a knight to serve Uncle Eteramaki in the south, who is close to Uncle Peterius in the north, and to whom the Third Princess SS belongs.

Now, the reign of this place has serious significance. Klaus knew it, so he spoke with caution and discretion.

"The messenger has already let it out. You know what I mean? At least wait for that response and we'll move the army."

Speaking of Taiga Hill, it's far from here in Bow Zhangwon. Not to mention the opponent is a group of horseback riders only. I don't suppose we have sent out a unit to pursue now. Is this what the enemy will achieve? We've made it five thousand to garrison in the west, and we can't move if there's eight thousand looming up ahead. How many more villages will be sacrificed? Klaus' voice was mixed with something bleak.

"... would you admit that you had a relationship"

There was just something disturbing about that statement. Everyone had to look up to the young Count. Would you laugh, now this man named Yousia Peterius? Where you put a grin on your mouth and intend it is the urge to kill.

I know. After deducing that the horseback riding group is a southern gesture, he is trying to step on everything in the south on that grounds. He tries to wield power as the only justice for what he desires, so as to eliminate errors, as to punish him.

"... Uncle Peterius, Sir doesn't seem to know, so let me tell you something"

Klaus faced Uncle Peterius with a renewed sense of mind. It has to stop. You have to calm down. All I could see was ruin ahead, driven by fierce impulses.

"Not everyone stands on the battlefield with the cleanliness of readiness if they are military personnel, and asking a requisitioned soldier to do so is a tyranny of military power. Everyone is human, and if they are to be killed, there is pain and despair. The killing side doesn't just accept those acts by decreasing the numbers. Not to mention, they're compatriots. We are here now after winning a meeting in civil unrest...... don't we have enough words yet?

After that, Klaus turned his gaze to Uncle Salmant once. There was a snort. Uncle Hellevy still shakes his neck vertically, although he has a blue face and trembles in small pieces. Neither of us wants to hear Klaus' explanation. Not so many blue men.

I'm showing my will that I should make you listen. To those who are still young and have not been trained by the great nobility's chief burdens, he said they should speak on behalf of their predecessors. Communicating his acceptance with his eyes, Klaus continues.

"Depending on things, we will now capture our unarmed compatriots. Or you'll be disobeyed and killed. The people who were forced to stand on the battlefield, the soldiers who merely obeyed their duties, the aristocrats whose doctrinal claims are different, who honor the kingdom and share their traditions… After this, they must deal with those who should look up to the same sky and cut them off with the forcefulness of the victors. You know what that means, Peterius Boyousia."

I don't give a damn about my voice. Klaus just goes over words.

"That's the beginning of the atrocity. After all, we will be no different from the Imperial Soldiers for the South. The kingdom will be completely divided and two kings will reign in each of them in the name of the Kingdom of Asuria. You don't think you can control everything in the south just by taking control of this bow plain? What Marquis Ahmaniemi said just before the meeting is true. Unfortunately, soldiers will be prepared. We will fly our flag south and step on the bloodshed."

Klaus inhaled one breath and exhaled it. Finish that breath, which has been unexpectedly long, squeezing out the newly put air in your chest with your stomach and saying it out.

"Don't stop to think without relaxation. It is up to us to act whether the eastern part of the continent heals or disturbs. If the confusion is deepened without disturbance and healing, in the end, it will be the innocent people who will be sacrificed."

There was no response, nor was there any other opinion to be cast. Everyone seemed to think a lot. A man cannot fly, and he cannot look down on the continent with his eyes. It can't be more accurate than a map, and the world isn't stationary as a temporary. He is nevertheless a human being because he imagines the world widely and runs a large part of society. Klaus believed so, and wanted to believe that it was a view common to Uncle Six Hou as a temper for those involved in politics.

It was nobody among the four who broke the silence.

Was it the beauty of the orchestra, or was it still a voice asking permission? And he paid the curtain, and a soldier appeared before the four as a refreshment. Wrapped in a bright red battle coat, the light armor is decorated with dyed leather. An understated yet elaborate dragon runs down the mountain river. Feather decorations are wobbly on the helmet I put aside.

With the flow of dark hair, the eyes glow blue and deep in purple. The slightest grin on your mouth involves some evil. Klaus learns that at eighteen years of age the deeper appearance of beauty no longer appears to be just one talent and power, but from his true price it is an ornament and dazzling of the end.

"I seem to have kept you waiting. I'm back now."

Marco Hahato.

The newest hero, with the title General Ryu, appeared within the curtain as if he had waited for the will of Uncle Ichihou Sanho to be ready. Klaus didn't think it was a coincidence. Or vice versa, he even felt that he might be the first one who could be invited when his will was ready.

"My meeting with the Ahamaniemi Marquis has come true. I think I've been able to confirm a lot."

"Oh, was the messenger General Dragon!

Uncle Salmant's face, welcoming him, had a delightful color early on. There is some momentum in his trust in Marco, and he is still exquisitely missed walking over to tap his shoulder. It was Uncle Petrius who was to stand between them at some point because of the defense that could be regarded as a waste of the martial arts. Standing in front of him, who is either awakened from a bad dream or showing a strangely defenseless confusion, Marco is the one who spoke up.

"I keep the legend from Marquis Ahmaniemi. Military brilliance, it is fortunate for the Kingdom that the Earl of Peterius is strong. Be refined and robust."

Klaus laughed small, associating his low tone with his grumpy face. The boulder is Untamo Ahamaniemi, and the great nobility known as the Weird Old Man of the South still carries out their duties with a commensurate measure. Uncle Peterius, who was preached the words, also seemed to have a strange thought in his chest. The light of reason is returning to his black eyes, pulling his lips strong and tied.

"So, how was it? The south is... what's the deal?

If Uncle Hellevy urged him to fall, Marco spoke out.

"The Allied Lord, Marquis Ahmaniemi, swore an oath and affirmed that he would not be concerned. I was questioned about Northern involvement. I was wondering if they were trying to burn the village themselves and cause further confusion."

"It's a story that's harmless and unprofitable. Why should you sacrifice my people?"

"Exactly. I think Marquis Ahmaniemi knew that, too, but I guess he still had to say it. The South is about to abandon its bondage under its allies."

Klaus was breathtaking at the seriousness of what was said to be a rush. I said, Marco keeps talking without slight upset. I just had to keep asking.

"There were other Uncle Palvilla present at the meeting, but neither before nor after my visit did Uncle Kalisalmi and Uncle Eteramaki take a trip there. There seems to be something I think even for that Uncle Palvilla. After I quit the curtain, I heard the fury of Marquis Ahmaniemi on my back. Apparently, Uncle Palvilla wanted to hunt me down."

Stupid, who screamed? Or bounced out of everyone's throat asking. Klaus covered his mouth with his hands and let his hands pass straight to his throat. Breathing is painful and fruitful.

"Absolutely, that's a stupid story. Really."

The air was vibrating as my breath leaked. It's a laugh, it is. He just laughs that Marco can't stand it. Excuse me, and I coughed small, but that shape floating around my mouth is still laughing. He draws an arc as if he had a bow on the upper string, representing a horribly glossy form of grin.

"But in the south, it sounds like a mainstream idea in fact. You can kill me anyway. I don't care if you kill me. If you think about it, it's only 3,000 horsemen. I was convinced that it appeared in the west. Southern Third Uncle...... I thought I was going to go into a bit more realistic action, but it seems to be adventurous inside and has a creed to pierce fantasies. That's what church teaching was all about, when it comes to it."

Are you happy? Klaus stared at a person named Marco, who should be beautiful and fearful, making his cold heart feel like other personnel. It's not a strength, it's not a reversal of anger, it just seems purely delightful. Where is the desirability of being targeted for one's life?

I want you to explain what that means, it was Uncle Petrius who made that statement. Klaus saw youth and growth there. It's changed since I hit it earlier, and my eyes are hosting the light of reason in my blue-flowered face. Klaus guessed he was keeping his fright down. And I thought it would be the right place. Because I believe that it is only dangerous for military power to be linked to a sense of almighty.

"The three thousand horsemen were willed by the southern three uncles, and they must mainly relate to the Eteramaki uncle. Because the territorial Eteramaki army is obviously linked to three thousand horsemen. Five thousand Yuriharshira troops in the west will be besieged if you don't lower them. If 3,000 horsemen turn northwest, we lose our way out."

It was Uncle Salmant who asked what it would be like to do that. It was a natural question. Now that the meeting here in Bow Zhangwon the North, the military advantage of the North is decisive. That does not change even if the five thousand in the west are destroyed. As Klaus preached to Uncle Peterius. Civil unrest only deepened the confusion and it seemed that there was nothing to gain for either North or South.

"Pre-agreements are broken, ceasefire agreements are broken, civil unrest is disorderly and war spreads. Because you can't kill me without doing so. In a meeting tied to an agreement and well prepared, it's impossible to take me for a cavalry. The Eteramaki army still seemed to be after the opportunity, but you decided to keep the army warm on the way. You must have thought about the later days. There will be a place of death here and there. Later. General Ryu, I can't wait backwards."

It was Uncle Hellevy who opined that if it were to be targeted, it would not be His Royal Highness. He was also answered by Klaus about it, but he didn't say anything and left it to Marco to explain. Until before the meeting, Klaus acted as the northern ally. But I had a feeling that Marco would finally come forward in the future.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Paulina is protected in Her Excellency's territory far away. Also in Uliharsila territory is the land of Takeshi, so the village is anyway equipped with defensive capability, only the cavalry can be longitudinal for three thousand, etc. It is known that at the time of the invasion from west of Bow Zhangwon, there were three thousand rides to do and so on. That's all we can do to stir up the settlement of the meeting and confuse things."

Tickling, and another laugh leaked more than Marco's mouth. Uncle Hellevy blushes, but that was not anger or shame, it seemed a sign of temper. The nostrils are a little tearful in the eyes of the rough ones. Around where he still couldn't help but check, Klaus saw Uncle Hellevy's sense of responsibility. He is exposing Paulina to danger once in his territory. I guess if I had a second time, I'd just be prepared to choose death.

"Let me ask you one thing too, General Hahat"

And finally Klaus begs. Don't call me Marco, try to call on a man who was and still is to be feared, and ask for that view. I can predict the answers I get, but I'm going to have to ask around, so I'm going to wake up Marco.

"It was all in the opinion of the General that we handed out five thousand of our lead troops on the western border, as well as the Third Princess SS near the King's Capital in the north. It was predicted that the South would have fifty thousand available. Why didn't you dare to join the 8,000 elite... why did you do it even if you created a shortage of troops in the main battlefield, Arashihara, to gain the certainty you have now?

The willingness to affirm had already been conveyed by the gaze exchanged. Klaus let him snort. Marco answers. Spin your words to make Uncle Ichihoku understand what the battle is after the match.

"We tried the thoughts of a church hiding in the south. I anticipated three things. If a new order is to emerge after the congregation, the Church will once and for all accept its diminished influence and then see it penetrating again over time. This is the beginning of a political struggle. Perhaps the empire will move too. That's one thing first."

That's exactly what Klaus was expecting for the future. Klaus thinks that to think that it is a time of peace and abundance at the same time was as somewhere mixed with unrealistic hopes and expectations. It seemed like a desirable future. Marco's words continue.

"Secondly, I anticipated sending a rapid assault force from Ahamaniemi territory to the King's capital. How monitored and supervised. Church influence still works within the national army. It does not have a sperm where it was made neutral Maryaranta and Ronkainen Marquis. If you went during the match, you would have had enough chances. And forcibly put His Royal Highness King Kristian in power, enjoined the National Army, and eliminated us as thieves. I saw that if the Church was adamant about the kingdom, it would do this. This is the Third Princess SS placement to stop it."

Accessories would have done it, he says with a smile. Klaus was also the name of a man who knew. It is a windy Marco who saw from the mouthfeel that this second is likely to happen. Trust in the SS and its captain was peeked.

"You don't need to explain the third one anymore, do you?

Looking around at four of the kingdom's great nobles, Marco told them with that smile.

"I'll be sitting at the heart of the mess, Ariakihara. Be alert to the intact Eteramaki Army and the Keimaru Knights. There can also be night raids. I think it's a good hand to get the Knights of Sword Horn out west. However, the target is 3,000 cavalry only, so it will not arrive. I'll be right out."

It is only when there is time to stop that he has already put his half body out of the curtain, and his great hero has said.

"I'll say hello. If you fly a flag, with a flag, if you don't fly, with a spear."

The Cavalry of Fire and the Knights of Sword Horn departed.

Their disappeared horizon stained with twilight red, as if they were already rolling with the blood and heat of a new battle.