Fly the Flag of Fire!

"Hmm? Even if I'm bored. So much so that I thought I'd attack the king's capital."

To a middle-aged man who said outrageously, Elvi accidentally squeezed his right fist. It's not something anyone else can forgive, but especially this person should not be the only one to make such a derogatory statement. Fuck it, there's a verse that likes to say that. Former Captain Axeli Arnell. He is currently the head of the Third Princess SS.

"No, you get angry, don't you? I want your sympathy. Wangdu must be the hottest place to work before and after the Bow Changwon match. How many traps and plots did you pull the knob? It's a shame... that the National Army's Human Resources Department had a scheme of scale to abandon the workplace."

Dozens of volumes of scrolls are attached to a large pot to point out in exaggerated gestures, whether it is a memorandum or a classification, and a piece of parchment that says "Beloved Fools" or "Stunning Idiots" or "Amazing Incompetence" is wrapped around the yarn. I have no idea what Elvi will find out with that.

"... renounce all of the measures?

"No way. I'll use it gradually. I'm sorry I couldn't make it a festival."

She laughed, closing one eye, etc., so Elvi eagerly greeted to see a blow in its face. This man... this man, who is talented in both political warfare tactics and so trusted by Marco that he is entrusted with the direction of policy only on the one hand, is often a floating one, but is now obviously kidding. He's playing with his mouth slapped lightly.

Is it a mistake to be angry at that margin? No, I'm not wrong. Don't do it there at all. If you see a shadow of patience, let's have some sympathy. This guy is a wind he can really afford, so this is where you can honestly get angry. Elvi tidied up his wars in his heart, but at the same time envied this man for his ability.

The accessories should have worked here with considerable readiness.

And he saw the interior of this tent, and Elvi deduced it. Of the garrison temporarily set in the wilderness near the town, where the clerk's office and residence are, there is not even a bunk for him to head the regiment. The blanket is just folded to the side of the chair. Scrolls, maps, etc. also accumulate on the luggage cars drawn into the tent. At times of emergency, he must have worked sparingly while sleeping, remaining in a position to move immediately.

Accessories are responsible for their tasks. Because the Third Princess SS is here to stop manipulation and raids on the King's capital by the South.

The eastern bank of the Great River is garrisoned with four thousand troops above us, but that is the lowest value and not how much more. As things stand, Ahmaniemi and Parvila territories are the least intelligent lands for the north. Suddenly, the possibility of crossing the river with 10,000 troops is completely undeniable. Conversely, we must always be ready for this one to cross the river. There is also internal movement within the National Army. Quiet to moving will be done with a steep turn. One failure is also unacceptable.

But still, Marco ordered the accessories. He wants to protect the King's capital with the SS 3,000. And Accelli worships it, doing the best that no one else would be able to do. Somehow even be playful.

"It would have been better if you had attacked the Wang Capital, but by now you could have set up a base in the windy Inn. Well, there's also the hand of using the cabin when you really want to sleep. Have you seen the boat stowage? As a result of the expansion over the past three years, it has become a tourist attraction in the town. Boatplay is popular with women."

Does that statement follow Elvi's gaze and thoughts? He is a man who has no guard or gap to make, and there is no such thing as a man. That's exactly what Elvi does for an ideal, and he wants to beg to teach, but the other guy is an accessory. Why does this man empower Elvi's fist?

"I plan to meet Captain Otara there after this. I don't play boat games."

"Hmm. I don't think the boat will sink, even if it's Oiva."

"Naturally! Why do you push boat games so much in the first place? It's summer play, it's"

'Cause it stands out.

What I have offered with a nigga laugh is a scroll Elvi has kept more than Marco. I needed a name for the accessory, but he had finished writing it at some point. And it's accompanied by a piece of parchment. Not "what" or "what" it is, it is a simple map of the town. Recommended snack bars, walkways, and more are noted. From the handwriting it is the autograph of Axeli Arnell, 39, head of the Third Princess SS Corps.

"... thank you. Captain Arnell, for the record, enjoys his work!

"Ha ha, otherwise life is a prison."

The scroll was tightly bagged and Elvi quit the tent. The members standing at the sentry greet me enthusiastically, so I'm busy giving back. Everyone seems to be willing and smiling. Would this also be a sensation by the man standing above...... turned down several invitations for military tea and as for Elvi, it was something that felt the power of a man named Accelli Arnell here as well. The white flag flickers into the blue sky.

The distance to the town is on foot, but with the chariot set up due to the generosity of the regiment, Elvi visited Oiva Otala, captain of the SS Infantry Corps. He and his infantry work inside the town. I'm protecting a military ship. It serves as a means of crossing the river for SS in times of emergency.

Sometimes it is close to the Wang capital, and the town is tidy and lively with streets. Many shops put up brand new signs, and it was thought that the expansion of ship build-up and shipbuilding demand as Accelli put it would be revitalizing the economy of the town. I also see a lot of men in the wind like ingenuity and craftsmanship. Elvi chose a crowded path to walk on. There are houses there that just gather people together.

Eventually the landscape I saw was as different as Elvi imagined.

In general, when it comes to boat hoarding along the Great River, it's like a reservoir pulling in water. The shape is exclusively rectangular due to convenience. Although ships can be seen in Chitoga Oshimachi as there are ships at the pier and supplies staging yards and ship factories adjacent to each other.

Now in front of Elvi there was something to be said about an artificial river. Straight-line waterways of sufficient extra thickness extend perpendicularly from the Great River even for the breadth of the ship.

As long as there are only a few temporary piers in the waterway, even the bridges are wooden and removable. Although there are a few boats floating around, that seems to be just an easy-going purpose and not being used for town distribution or anything else. Both banks of the waterway have long spaces like halfway between the square and the street, with flower beds, benches, etc., where the townspeople can be seen relaxing. Many are dripping fishing lines into the waterway. Is it because of the lighting back on the water, they glittered on Elvi? A smile invites me.

It's supposed to be a military facility. In fact, five military ships are moored to accommodate three thousand, including horseback riding for the Third Princess SS, if you go to the back. In the back, there is a large shipyard and warehouse, and one of the paintings is off-limits to non-military personnel. There should have been expropriation even for the construction of this waterway, and it should have been a bit more ambitious. It is somewhere fun to see that it is accepted by the town as something even though it is long idle. Elvi thanked Accelli a little. This is his recommended walkway.

Now the comfortable road is past, and it is the military warehouse that Elvi arrived at. Big. If you think of your hometown of Kiko Village, it's a building the villagers can afford to live in. Besides, that's more than one building. All of the buildings associated with the ship overwhelm Elvi.

"Whoa, wait there because you're in danger. I'll be right there."

The voice came from a blacksmith behind the factory. The big man, who showed up as a sleigh, had dirty and sweaty his work clothes with coal, and had fresh hot air and white from all over his body. Elvi was surprised to see if she had grown up again. This person named Oiva is always more muscular than anyone else.

"What's wrong with all the members of the team? I don't see many outposts either..."

"The material development is a little difficult, so I'm going to support you. I can't help the factory. I'm casting an impressive amount of this again, so if I'm busy, I'm busy."

"Busy..."

The common sense allegation that that might not be the same as the original mandate never stopped and emanated from Elvi's throat. I get a sigh of relief instead. Because if the accessories are in the position of the person in charge and Oiva and her men are with the craftsmen and the craftsmen, they realize that this is normal too.

Third Princess SS Infantry Squad… This group, which has no notable martial arts on the battlefield, has won accolades and trust that do not allow other followers when its activities are extended outside the battlefield. Our ability as a civil construction group stands out. Nearby, he made a significant contribution to the treatment and equalization of debris, irrigation works and the construction of houses in the reconstruction of the Earl of Peterius. He said that it was not inferior to combat power, in fact, he did a plain but important job of digging and stretching horse fences on the battlefield as well, and fought there like a nest.

As for Elvi, I have the impression that he's a clever, working muscle guys. There are many facades in the infantry unit that I have known well since the days of the Hackinen Guards. It's just cheerful men with both one and two habits. Its head is precisely Oiva, the captain, the son of a knight's house, a forge, and somehow a tremendous hole digger, most recently a martial artist who won a single hit as the name of Count Peterius. The breadth of work is no less than accessories in a way.

"... sounds fun and most importantly, Captain Otara"

"Sort of. I knew the regiment was cozy, and the heat in the furnace wouldn't make me feel good. The Count's treatment was too exaggerated, because, like this, my ass wouldn't have itched."

With a full-hearted face as words go, the big man is the one who solved Elvi's offered scroll. And I'm going to write down the wording as I twist my neck. It's a big letter as it is in stature. It is also like an adult and a child compared to the masterpiece of accessories, and what a smile that is.

"Come on, thank you. But what about the rest of them? Mr. Yarucco's with the princess, isn't he?

"Thank you. Chief Lauri is scheduled to head to Hellevi territory."

Speaking of the names of more people he had known for a long time than the big man in front of him, Elvi thought of a way to come. Lauri, who used to come to Kiko Village to do business, went through the administrative head of the Hackinen Guard and now serves under the title of Chief of Staff directly under General Ryu. Elvi, who is in the position of secretary, also belongs to the staff office, so it is a relationship between his superior and his subordinates, which is no different from the escort period.

"Hmm? So you're coming here? I'd like to have a seat."

"... Nice thought, but is the defense of the military ship okay?

"Oh, first the problem. Hey. Actually, the Beltran guy's been here a while. That's why we have fun doing our job now. Anything. Sometimes I forget I'm a soldier."

And he laughs so vibrantly that this big man hasn't changed since the escort days with the intention of making it again. Elvi was also followed and I laughed. This is how every human being near Marco is. There's nowhere to move as if the times were going to ring so hard. Rather lively. I am brave enough to encourage work.

I'm the same again.

Elvi burned his fighting spirit for no reason against anyone. General Ryu's secretary is now the very dream I had in mind as a child. Marco, who must have been a hero, became the latest hero, and sought strength to stand beside him, still incompetent but somehow working in that position.

I had abandoned my dedication to merit. Because I found out that showing strength is not synonymous with forming a name. Those who follow Marco don't even care about their reputation. I only desire to live up to Marco's expectations and stay behind Marco's march. Or I'm thinking of cutting off what would be Marco's obstacle beforehand. Everyone tries to show more strength than strength, to do the best than the best.

Then let's get the job done ourselves. It's just not going to end with your use.

"Chief Lauri and I are supposed to meet tomorrow at noon. The location is Captain Arnell's tent."

"All right. Alcohol is the personal property of the captain, but it's a dish."

I was wondering if I could catch it, etc., whining and giving thanks to my big back going back to blacksmith work again, Elvi went back the way he came. Tonight's inn is in town. The sun hasn't set yet. I have a lot of money in my purse, so shopping is going to be hard. There are grains, bronze, copper, half silver, silver, small gold, large gold and variety of currencies, but Elvi likes white copper coins among them. As a job, gold coins and testimonials are exclusive, but when it comes to money that is important in my early days, it was white copper coins.

"You're not going out to the Great River, are you? Please."

I took a boat from the pier. It is a tour. The elderly bowman put a pole on him unfathomably. The waterway is comfortable to ride without waves. Military use and the inflow of domestic drainage seems to be restricted, and the smell of wind flowing through the water is not bad. The serene landscape continues unchanged from the beginning to the left and right of vision, but I can't take an outspoken attitude because it's attracting attention now. Pass a clear face that you have become good at working patterns.

Standing down to another pier some time later, Elvi walked through town following a map he had checked on the water. I already have what I need, and I don't have enough to live in one place. Still, I think this year the woman is twenty years old and the flowers are about the age to be ashamed. I thought of it and bought an iron clam in an outdoor store. Patterned shapes were preferred.

I hear birds high up. It's supposed to remind me of the sky in the mess as well, but it makes Elvi nervous.

If we took the trail away from the pedestrian street to the right and to the left, we went out into a space as if we had been turned our backs on all the houses we were building. Green in the eyes is not like flowerbeds either. The artificial world is falling apart and nature is giving you a peek in the face. This is different from the town and the village. Strong tension that does not lean against the giant fosters harmony in this way. That's why it's unnatural to lurk there.

As soon as I stopped, it came.

"Oh, what's wrong, lady?"

A man with a collapsed earthy jacket appeared fluttered. Elvi moved her gaze sharply, distracted by the trick of paying her forehead. Are you going to say that if you weave plain colors you can dress up as a local style... if you saw the foot of a man, there are shoes there for how fast and long you can run. What does the blade hold?

"I think I'm a little lost. I thought I'd head back to the inn."

"That shouldn't be. These things are a little mixed up. Let me show you around."

Approaching foot carriage has a sophistication of backbone. It's a sign of martial arts. Daily wasted movements are difficult to reproduce if you shrug them off. No matter how much you let your hands play at your feet or disturb your steps, your center of gravity doesn't collapse and your gaze captures this whole thing.

"... where can you lead us?

"WHERE...... haha, when a beauty like your daughter tells you that, you're in trouble"

"You must be in trouble. I'm going to surround you, but you're not going to catch up with me."

The transformation of the man was just as brilliant. A swordswallowing faceless expression appeared as the smile I was pasting peeled off. Must be hands-on. Elvi wanted to check his score. I can't grasp the time.

"... you're General Ryu's secretary. bind."

"No victory over the hasty. Try it."

A sharp metal noise could be played. The sound of simple money then arose aside, turning into a rolling sound, which eventually quieted down.

"Did you throw a copper coin... something clever"

A man gets a knife. Still, they prevented white copper coins flying in their faces. I didn't even show him my hand to pull it out, so I did. Elvi swallowed a small spit.

"You're playing with children."

To the man who tried to move again, trying to attack what happened, Elvi released the copper coin again.

"Never again will something like that...... go around!?

Only one left hand released was bounced. All three of the fates I unleashed with my right hand hit the man in the face. Holding a coin between your finger and finger and throwing three pieces simultaneously in one act is the art of money-making in action. Elvi ran upside down. The man is a little more skilled than I expected. We weren't going to do it with one iron clam.

"Shit, do you want to miss... ghhh!?

The scream was also faster than Elvi had expected again, so while he became more relaxed, Elvi managed to turn agile. Looks like the man is already dead. The earthy jacket is lying on the ground and showing the spread of blood. Elvi glanced at the smell.

"... at times like this, I thought it was something to fight for by trying to protect me on my back"

"I didn't have the flying gear."

Standing on the other side of the fallen man is a swordsman with a green headscarf. Elvi knows the name even if it's not in his mouth. He is a beltran...... a man who believes in Marco and works in the dark world. He is also a foolish and painful man who used to seek merit as a medal for his work. Even though his work is no less superior or inferior to that of others in terms of danger and good influence, he has not been known by name other than those who serve Marco since ancient times.

"Are you glad you killed him?

"There were four others. Already let one go."

"Cheng Cheng, if so"

"Looks like the bait was good. You did a good job without an escort. The secretary."

A few flashing things were released from the beltran, which grinned. Elvi takes all of those with one hand. White copper. Speaking of what he was doing leaving a man's body behind, he was purposefully collecting it. The rest seemed to be immersed in my work without looking at Elvi anymore. If Beltran whistled imitating a bird's whistle, the men with the Zuta bags gather from nowhere.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

Elvi folded the parchment on the map and put it in his bag. I have now completed tracking all the points recommended by the accessories. There is no longer any chance of a job occurring in tonight's inn. I think I might spare some time.

"... Shall we even make noodles for practice?

I shrugged about that. I'm used to making it so much as showing off tomorrow's seat, although I'm not up to acting like Marco. You can't practice bows all over the city anyway. Practical noodles seemed appropriate as a training in being able to do so. The shop that handled the light flour was inside the passing shopping district. You'll be able to borrow the cookware at the inn.

Exposing himself to the hustle and bustle again, Elvi thinks.

Whether it is a village or a town, there is life and death in this world and it will not disappear. It's just hidden or not. Only those who look directly at it gain true power. For those who look up to, or fly, or wave greatly the flag of their faith, a direct view of life and death is only a prerequisite. If you participate in a great cause, it is at the end of that journey that your heart will jump. I can live ahead of my life and death.

"Oh, I've never seen this spice before. It's always green."

"Well, that's a delicacy I like. I can't even eat a child's chips. What do you say, it's probably nothing, and if you're going to buy it, I'll put on the red one over here, too? They both taste like fire."

"Hmm?

Buying ingredients, Elvi headed to the inn.

Remember white copper coins on your pockets and cuffs... if not Kiko Village, keep that teachings wherever they are, protected by that teachings, Elvi celebrates dusk. That dinner, which was supposed to be quiet for one, left his body paralyzed by treading on the training ground, was to be surrounded, however, by lively and careless companions. For in the days of the convoy, men who beat each other with bamboo bundle swords came to invite them to dinner.

Using the luxury of Oiva and the men eating rice as music, Elvi's day was going to close.

General Ryu's secretary is here… make sure the facts are hustled around.