My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

People go around busy, screaming and screaming everywhere. The scene was close to panic.

Harold looked down at the hustle and bustle from a low-key elevation. There were two main reasons why Burston's town was in such a situation.

One is that the gas concentration in the tunnel is rising rapidly, and the Knights are giving evacuation advice that it is not an emergency that could cause a major explosion at this moment. As expected of the Knights of the World, even though they were not in opposition, the residents with heavy hips had finally begun to evacuate.

Some of this manoeuvre is probably ready to escape in advance.

And secondly, there are rumors that Harold, who has been numb to the inhabitants who have not evacuated for a long time, is trying to kill the people of the city with his hands. Rather than being on the market, Harold was right to distribute it intentionally.

The purpose, of course, was to burn down the evacuation. Recently, many residents witnessed the moment when they tried to cut off the leader of the evacuation opposition. Naturally, this matter has spread throughout the town, so the rumor has come out as truthful information.

That said, if Harold was in sight, there was a risk of unnecessary confusion, so he waited in a place where it was easy to see the situation from a bird 's-eye view.

I often waited for the report to arrive while watching the town with my arms crossed, and Keith, who appeared, briefly told me what had happened.

"[Operation White Line] seems to have failed." The monsters won't stop progressing. "

Harold had anticipated what was being said.

The original item was the "White Bottle", which lowered the encountered rate with monsters. It was a liquid that the monsters disliked, but the purpose of the operation was to scatter it into the tunnel and hold the monsters in the underground cavity, or even to turn some of them back.

It was a plan that, if successful, would be safe and less labor-intensive, but the prospectus was off.

Well, it seemed to be controlled in some way, and I knew somehow that the white bottle wouldn't work if it was violent as it was. This will overflow the city with monsters in less than half a day.

Well then, as you know, you must follow the instructions on the list to evacuate the residents.

"... will you stay here after all?"

"Of course, I'll let you see the fools running away here."

Harold's turn came when the monsters reached the ground. That's why I wanted you to complete the evacuation as soon as possible.

"You're ready for the next one, but are you sure you want to do it?" I'm dealing with thousands of monsters. "

"So what's the matter?"

"I don't think it's normal for me to wander against such a person, and it's my job to give up my life after doing it." You don't have to risk your husband's life. "

"Hmm, don't play dumb." I'm fighting because the monsters are in my way, and I'm not going to serve as a lord. "

"... I see. I hope we don't have to activate the last operation."

"If you don't want to do that, evacuate them quickly, even if you drag them."

"Hehe, I hope you're lucky, too."

Keith returned to the town as he had been told, although he was not convinced by the attitude.

Well, Keith's story is remarkable, and I know he's really worried about me. If the inhabitants could evacuate to the safety zone, Harold would not risk it.

But Harold can't believe such a convenient future.

That's why I'm ready to do it. Keith laughed at his fears, even if they were bluffs, so that his readiness would not wave.

The time is already around noon, and the sun is slowly beginning to tilt.

The fact that the white bottle didn't stop the monster from reaching the ground in the evening, as reported, in three hours.

"... I'll do it."

Without knowing what he was aiming at, Harold murmured.

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A young man named Harold Stokes was a strange man. Keith met him nearly two years ago.

Every day I live as a mercenary with no purpose or prospect for the future. I know that the time will come when I will not be able to stand, but I have no energy to change the current situation.

Mercenaries are a tapered operation unless they become exclusive customers or customers of aristocrats and merchants. And Keith understood that there were only a handful of mercenaries who could do that.

That's why they die in battle as mercenaries, or they grow old and decay because they can't take their swords. Even though I knew that such a future would come, I was drowning in instantaneous pleasure, as if to turn away from it.

It happened one day.

"There will be a man named Keith Wingate here. Which one is it?"

A lonely liquor store with spare mercenaries and rogues. What appeared there was a teenage boy who looked out of place.

On top of that, the majestic gesture and attitude. It told us that he was an aristocrat all over the body. It is also a type that is hated by the typical common people.

That said, Keith was a grown-up who chewed on both sour and sweet. Naturally, I am talking about the difference between myself and the other person's position, and even if there is something that rebels in my heart, I am not naive enough to show it.

To be honest, I wanted to ignore it and get over it, but it is possible that the face is also known that the name is known. In that case, it would be difficult to cut the white, and it would be troublesome if I found out that I ignored it.

I don't know what it's for, but Keith decided to come forward, hoping it wouldn't be a hassle.

Keith is talking about me, but what can I do for you?

Keith, who had come forward, narrowed his eyes like an aristocratic boy.

I feel under pressure to say something that is difficult to say. Looking at us as if we were stepping on a price, the boy said this.

"I'll give you a job in anticipation of your abilities."

The words of a boy who is by his side.

However, I felt stranger than irritated by it. That was the first meeting between Keith and Harold.

And when I asked her what she had to say to make her feel better, it was a solicitation to an organization that Harold had set up himself to do anything like a shop.

At first, I heard half of the conversation thinking that it was a play for the aristocrats who also studied social studies, but first I doubted the amount of wages presented. Not to mention the insanity of the forehead the dedicated mercenary receives, it's clearly out of his mind.

In addition, it was said that wages paid on a commission basis for work that was normally performed would be paid at a flat rate regardless of the job content.

"What a joke." I'll even set up a bad scam to make it a little harder to find out. "

Keith forgot to choose his words on the overly presumptuous terms offered.

Here's how Harold responded.

"I told you it was a life-threatening job. That's the price of your life."

Keith had no choice but to laugh at it, even though it was too dirty for his teeth.

Mercenaries and other professions die alive in battle. What a natural way to live, risking your life.

And yet, when Harold pours a lot of money into his life every month, which is lighter than ten gold coins, he speaks as if it were a ruthless act.

During the conversation, I knew immediately that Harold was too grown-up to be a teenager and smart. The gap between his ingenuity and his ignorance was pleasant anyway.

"Kukuku, is that so?" That's very exciting, isn't it? "

"At best, be careful not to die. By the way, do you have a wife and kids?"

"Unfortunately, I'm single."

"Then I don't need any dependency allowance." the overtime allowance and compensation for industrial accidents..... "

”...... Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Without worrying about Keith being confused by a series of words he has never heard of, Harold continues to explain the contract.

I was surprised to bother hiring a mercenary to prepare a contract, but its contents were too far removed from common sense. As the conversation progressed, the surprise turned into a laugh, and I had no choice but to listen in a daze at the end.

When I looked back, it was just a question of suspicion, but then I thought I'd believe it for some reason. And as a result, the choice was the right one.

Where are the aristocrats who pay us a fixed amount every month, regardless of the job description? If you have wives and children, where are your employers who increase the amount you pay just by working more than a set number of hours?

There will be no other employer but Harold who can compensate you if you get hurt or lose your life at work. There must be only one person in this world who says that welfare benefits are paid, but that there is a fellowship.

"But I won't let you risk your lives as much as you can." I'm always standing where I'm most at risk. "

That was the only thing I was dissatisfied with because I belonged to Frieli.

"What did you say?" Keith's brother. "

"... no, it's nothing"

Is that right?

"Yeah. Hey, what do you think of your husband?"

"Are you Harold's husband? I was scared at first, but it's so incredibly good that I can only thank you."

I see. Well, that's right.

I'm sure all the people in Frieli would say that. That's why--

"But, you want me to rely on you a little bit more... I know that Milord would be too weak for my strength, and it would be useless to stay..."

"But even if I can't help you, my husband's not the only one who's in danger, right?"

"... I see. Not to mention that the last maneuver was suicidal."

Everyone would have liked to disagree with Harold's third plan.

"To avoid that, you must take the evacuees and hurry to the bottom of the mountain."

Eh, what about oniisan?

"Without you and the Knights, there won't be any problems with evacuation guidance." I'll be as close to my husband as I can. "

If we're going to trigger the last maneuver, we need to get this thing up and running.

It would be a difficult task for anyone who is a frieli. At least that's what Keith thought he wanted to carry.

Perceiving the thought, the man seemed a little lonely, but said with a smile.

"Come back alive with Harold's husband."

Yeah.

And the moment Keith tried to turn his heels back, the ground began to shake. It grew bigger and bigger with the sound of the ground.

"I-Is this...?"

"Damn, you're already here...!"

Keith runs back down the road as he comes to bounce. The sun is already tilted, and the mountain pass that connects the city to the foot is already dim. My feet are about to tip over, but it doesn't matter, so I just ran.

In the orange sky dyed by the sunset, the monsters called out like their hair was dying.