My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Then I recovered my sword safely and went back to my room, but I couldn't sleep inside because I felt something hooked to my chest.

Over and over again on the bed, the sleeper finally arrived when the dawn was already near. With a slightly white sky on his ass, Ichi falls into the abyss of sleep.

The abyss seemed deeper than I thought, and it wasn't until around noon that Ichi woke up.

Get up as you drag a heavy body. Maybe yesterday's damage is still there.

(Even though it's not on my body)

Erica hits me in the cheek. There is no physical pain left.

It's the inside of the body, the mind.

Even after one night, my chest is irritated by the guilt that has made me cry about a girl who is not old enough.

Nevertheless, I couldn't say that I didn't "kill" there, even if my mouth was torn. It is not only for Ichigo's preservation but also for Erica's sake.

"Hmm, not down"

Harold's mouth didn't even forgive me for the weak sound of "I can't help it” squealing in sigh. If this is his vegan, then he is impressed with the toughness of the mental.

Although it can be said that it is simply self-centered.

My stomach, drained of breakfast and lunch as I stood up, claims to be hungry, but first I decided to take a shower to refresh my spinning blunt head in my sleep.

By the way, Stokes' mansion doesn't have a bath. Because the culture of bathing is not rooted in itself.

It's been almost four months since I've been possessed by Harold. The only time I took a bath in the meantime was when I stayed at Smeraggi's mansion for one night.

Moreover, the outdoor cypress-like baths were more luxurious than baths, close to hot springs. I swear on my chest to see if it's the source if I get another chance to get in.

After finishing the shower with a thirst for bathing, Ichi turned to the dining room to satisfy his hunger next time.

Along the way I come across Yuno walking from the other side of the hallway. There is no need for Harold to go out of his way to utter words to Yuno, a samurai who stops and makes a meeting.

But Erica's crying face flashed back. Ichiki was questioning Yuno about her condition when she noticed.

"How's the sick and weak woman?

At some point in Harold's perception Erica was changing classes from boxed daughter to sick woman.

This is what I'm going to worry about, so it's out of my hands.

"That's why I feel bad for a while today. You might want to consider returning to Smeragi territory to calm down, as Harold said."

Though it was not a very good name, Yuno recieves it without changing his expression in particular. Aided by the likelihood, Ichiki, who was freaked out by the good comings, secretly wiped the cold sweat.

I also feel like falling ill in a refuge and returning to autonomy is just a waste of time, but I can feel safe as Ichigo if they can get home quickly just because they are experiencing an unexpected situation of Erica's stay. I didn't want Erica and the others to know about Clara for another reason with my parents.

"By the way, does Harold know what's causing Erica's illness?"

"Know what? I'm not a doctor."

It is a lie.

I don't know about the malaise of the last two weeks, but the fact that it's a bit awful today is probably the first thing to see as the cause of last night's incitement.

If you add it, Ichi just doesn't know it. The reason in the first place is because Harold was shocked by the rumors that he killed Clara and her daughter. I mean, from 1 to 10, Ichigo is the cause.

Assuming Ichi knew about it, he would have been attacked by a further reproach of conscience. Ichi is not a character breaker who pleases a 10-year-old girl with hard eyes.

Engagement arranged suddenly so that many people suffer and soak in such weaknesses as anomalies occur in their own territory and their families are chased and exhausted by their responses, yet without any achievement. The stress Erica is under would be considerable if that opponent were to be the shitty worst scumbag who kills people without thinking of them.

I can assure you that Ichiki is cheap to eat as much as she eats binta in view of the circumstances and psychological state in which she was placed.

Instead, I would have liked to have the lowest value.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I thought you were familiar with diseases and such because you can make medicine."

Instead, Yuno puts in an exploration. I'm quite concerned even with her because I haven't been able to figure out where that medicine came from.

Ichiki didn't realize the intention. "Is that how they think I am?" and I'm amazed at the evaluation of myself.

"If you're worried, see your doctor. Even if we stay here, we'll just prolong it for nothing."

No wonder there is one or two dedicated doctors in a house as big as Smeragi. If you're anxious to keep it in your own territory, you'll solve it if you stick Erica and the doctor in a separate home and a vacation home.

I have finally noticed that there is still some purpose because it is so sticky without doing so. Even though it was still unclear what they were after.

Yuno's purpose is roughly twofold: to explore the Stokes' insights and Harold's qualities. The former one is not a single rock or the Stokes family hates it, so the servants of the mansion basically have a light mouth and just need to be thorough with their folly listeners to get the information they want.

But the latter, only around Harold, is unusually tightly guarded.

First, because of our vigilance, and our ability to detect signs, we can't get close enough. So much so that on the first day of observation "First Action", Yuno's presence has been broken and warned.

This forced Yuno to change his target.

For this reason, he made contact with the three servants who were gathered at his place from time to time, and they continue to be exposed to uniformity. Zen, who seems to be the easiest to get into, almost slipped his mouth once, but still hasn't grabbed a leading clue so far.

Yuno felt that the awareness of information control was thorough, even if it included being cautious not to be uncomfortable in the chatter of everyday conversations. It is not certain whether it is due to loyalty or blackmail that we are attacking.

(Reports from the inside team indicate that they frequently travel to rural districts ~...)

We're also exchanging information with the moles lurking on Stokes' lap, but we still don't know what we're doing there. It is difficult to infiltrate because communities have been established in a small number of places, such as gatherings of individual farmers.

If we were to do it, we needed to hit things with a span of several years, and this time we couldn't afford to prepare for all that. It can also be described as an extraction mistake for a task that concentrated an inside detective in a very populous central town in a hurry.

After that, when he finished the conversation with two or three words, Ichi resumed his march. There are three dining rooms that the Stokes usually use to dine in the mansion, a large hall where guests are invited to dine, and a massive dining room dedicated to servants.

It was the first of these, the dining room, that Ichi headed for.

Don't hesitate to open the door without knocking. I didn't see my parents because I was already around 14: 00, and I was in the middle of a maid clothes girl who was always serving meals changing tablecloths.

The girl is surprised by Harold's sudden appearance, and can be wolfed.

(Saw I couldn't move because of fear and confusion)

Basically, I'm used to this hand reaction because people who know Harold's face freak me out, young and old. I can even afford to observe instead of being shocked.

I sat down in her undisturbed seat in consideration of the mood.

"Tell the kitchen to make snacks when that's done. Then call Norman here. Don't be silly."

"Ha, ha!

The girl under orders rushed out of the dining room when she finished replacing the cross quickly. The sound of a patty run down the hallway drifts away.

Then the meal was carried less than ten minutes later. You were on your way to work. Norman arrived around the time I finished crude eating that.

"Sorry, it's late"

"Sit down and wait."

Throw the remaining bread into your mouth and pour it into your stomach with the soup with little bite. You don't behave well, but you only have Norman and a maid, so you don't have to worry about it.

Norman speaks out in anticipation of the maid lowering her plate and leaving her alone.

"You woke up late today. Aren't you getting tired?

"No problem. I just didn't sleep well."

"I hope so."

"Well, I had time to squeeze my wits for that."

Ichi "Harold" hoisted the corner of his mouth. Look at that look. Norman has a point.

"Is it about understaffing?

"Oh. We talked about how we might not take in an outside human being as a collaborator, right?

"Do you have any ideas?

"I called you to see if I did."

I thought it would make me sleepy if I didn't run into the classic means of counting sheep, etc., but contrary to expectations, I was completely drowsy and immersed in the sea of thought until dawn.

I've come up with something worthwhile about it, but it's amateur shallow wisdom. There is no answer unless you turn to Norman or Jake for a decision on whether it is feasible or not.

"So, about external collaborators, can we show merchants the benefits of LP farming and enter into contracts in their right?

There was certainty that LP farming crops that could be harvested in high cycles, even in Ichigo, which was unfamiliar with commerce, and that the technology itself was profitable. Production efficiency increases dramatically, albeit at a slightly higher cost than in the past.

Differences in taste can also be differentiated and may lead to the development of new markets.

Sell the LP farming technique to the merchant, and the merchant will sell it to the farmer. Ideally, the farmer should pay the merchant a contract fee to use the LP farming method and break it in half with Harold.

At this stage, however, the harvest needs to be deliberately suppressed, which is difficult unless it is a large chamber of commerce to the extent that farmers can send in humans who regularly audit it to avoid going against it.

Norman asks the part where he was impressed with the proposed plan for Ichihi Harold.

"And do you have any idea about that Chamber of Commerce?

"No. Let me hear your opinions and those of Jake, including you."

"Without the transmission, suddenly you won't be able to get the Chamber of Commerce to take care of it. Individually operated merchants will still be understaffed..."

If you tell him, Harold's parents will have some too. But in order to get through the conversation, we have to reveal the existence of the LP farming method, which Ichiki believes is still premature.

"You mean you don't see a way to make it happen at the moment"

"Unfortunately. But I thought it might be a good idea to have a merchant on your side."

"Then I'll boil the story down in that direction. Tell Jake the policy, too."

"I'm in awe. The question is, how do you get across with a credible merchant?"

They were the two people who would come up with opinions about that and this afterwards, but the story never progressed any further.

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A wagon dives through the gates of Stokes' mansion as it makes a ragged noise through the staggered path. The carriage rider who came in with a light mouth with a guard soldier standing on the gatepost grinned with ease, Zen.

Having finished buying out the stockpiles, Zen unloads the load and returns the carriage to its predetermined location, which will take him to Harold's room on his feet. Assuming Ichigo "Harold" sees the sight, he would make a fool of himself by saying, "You're like a dog dependent on its owner".

But the person who doesn't seem to care about the poisonous tongue or anything like that comes to the front of the door in a familiar foothold, he recently knocked strictly at the main of the room to confirm his presence, but there is no response.

"Master Harold? Aren't you there?

A regular servant would just walk away, but his familiarity with Harold wouldn't allow him to follow the others. Zen opens the door and peeps inside.

but even when I tried that, it was still deserted.

A small figure sits in the hallway trying to disperse whether it is swordsmanship practice if he is not here at this hour.

Zen tried to speak up brightly as he couldn't resist that little shadow he was disappointed to see.

"Hello, Master Erica"

Looking back in slow motion, Erica opened her eyes small as if she had acknowledged Zen's presence for the first time in that voice.

"Good afternoon. Are you..."

"Oh, I say Zen. What's wrong with Mr. Yuno?

I have such a question for Erica, who is rarely alone. I don't know if he's healthy even in a fight, but he's completely out of sight.

"She's out of town for personal use now."

If you don't want to cover it up, I'm going out to exchange information with other inside detectives. I just got out today, so I won't be back for another hour or two.

I can't say that.

"Was it? So how did you end up here... possibly running errands for Master Harold?

It was impossible for Zen to think so because it was near the room. But Erica's expression gets even clouded as soon as Harold's name comes out.

He's the last person I want to see right now.

But Erica realized that the person in front of her wasn't taking any risks against Harold.

Doesn't he know that rumor? When she thought about it, Erica was reflexively asking Zen.

"Don't you know?

"Um, what is it about?

"It's about Master Harold's magical murder of his servant."

"Well, about that, I don't know..."

Now it was Zen's turn to get upset.

Seeing that reaction, Erica is convinced he knows Harold's barbarism. And at the same time, questions arise.

Knowing that, how can you deal with Harold as the Lord? I thought it was only external, but from hesitation in the words, it wasn't fear or disgust for Harold, it seeped through the awkwardness of wanting to have his shoulders but not being able to.

"Ah... I've heard such rumors whispered in the alley before, but I haven't been able to confirm whether it's true or not, so I can judge Harold because I'm not sure if it's true or false..."

"Master Harold had affirmed the rumor. I thought you knew it was true because it was the people who worked here who were killed in the first place.

"Ugh..."

Erica is right. In various illustrations, Zen digs his own grave and gets stuck in words.

To be clear, Zen doesn't have enough tongues to turn this situation upside down or roll it in smoke.

He was expected to be Norman because he was a good person, that is, someone who could understand Harold's heart and be on his side.

But Harold isn't the only one who shows how good people are. Erica was now so depressed that she was enough to stimulate such popularity.

"And yet how can you... No, how can I admire Master Harold like you?

It was uttered with a heavy voice. It is doubtful but also like a plea.

Whatever humanity is, Erica must marry Harold if she thinks it's for the Smeragis. I can't tolerate him. I'm just in the way of my own will or something.

Yep, even if he understood it in his head, Erica kept shaking between responsibility and emotion, not knowing how to convince herself.

I gave up free love and marriage from the moment I became aware of my position.

I was angry when I found out my fiancée's house was brutalizing the people with purebloodness.

Still, Harold gave light to the suffering Smeragi.

But he didn't think of humans as human beings without noble blood, either, after all.

Until then, if I am told that I have been disappointed at will in anticipation. I don't have a word to give it back.

But there was nothing I could do. The reality that the glimmer of hope that placed him in the dark was a bluff was just enough to plunge Erica down to the bottom of her disillusionment.

Erica's appearance was all too heartless as she was about to be crushed by the plank of mission and emotion and still diligently explored to find an exit.

But Zen knows. That the despair that soars before her is a fictional statue created with intent.

I'm sure the world is so sweet waiting for her.

Because there's no way Harold could have abandoned Erica like this until someone hated her, scorned her, and was prepared to bear the blame of “killing” on her.

And I think this again.

She's a man of strength and kindness, just like Harold, trying to kill her own heart for the sake of the house and for the sake of the people.

Harold and Erica try to penetrate their will even though they are young but carry a load. Very clumsy, a way of life that would just hit the wall.

This similarity is not so different from each other, but the one who should face each other and expose his true self, Kimochi, isn't it the only one who can do it?

"Master Erica, could you please come to me?

So if an unreliable adult, Jibu, can support it even if it's only a minor force, even if it buys Harold an unhappiness, it doesn't matter if it's limited.

"Just give me a few moments. I need you to listen to me."