My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

The game between Reiner and Harold was settled. Colette, staring at the sight as if it had spooked her, was returning to me the next moment and rushing out to the fallen liner.

The last magic Harold unleashed. I didn't hit him directly, but there is no guarantee that the liner will be safe. The father of the liner who was next door, Orbel, is not even heard to stop him, and anxiously driven to move his legs.

But the emergency room is just a few moments away, my hand is held back from going to the hedge.

Why so, but Colette dared to enter the crowd and said, "Excuse me!" "Let me through!" He scratches people with his fine arms as he raises his voice.

The pedestrian hedge was abruptly developed.

With the sudden loss of standing pressure, Colette leans forward with excessive momentum and still steps back in position with a sense of balance in front of her.

And I looked up and Harold and I met each other.

"Ah..."

My voice leaks unexpectedly.

Apparently, this hedge was formed by avoiding Harold. If you looked around, there was room around him close to the circle.

I can certainly snort that right after I witnessed that thunder. Colette would have had the same attitude as them had it not been for Harold's helped past.

But that didn't mean words appeared aggressively.

There are many thanks and words I want to convey.

But I can't sum up words only at this time when I'm feeling so precarious, seeing the benefactor of my life and the battle of precious childhood familiarity.

I wouldn't have guessed what was in Colette's heart like that, but I've been talking to him from Harold's.

"Is that your prospective man?

"Huh...? Ah! Ha, yes!

Colette doesn't even remember the answer because she's quite distracted. Still, I understand what Harold told me and return the answer.

"I told you to give it to a man who could protect you, didn't I? Why did you bother choosing such a mutton fish?

That would mean the necklace Harold gave me three years ago. From the day he receives the necklace, the liner has been constantly lowered from his neck without letting go of his skin.

Harold realized in the battle that the liner was a knight protecting Colette.

"La, the liner can't be weak. You're protecting me."

Colette's voice returns so weak. Still, I won't let go of holding on to Harold without only distracting my eyes.

"Well, if you're just satisfied with being protected, that's fine. A good hipster for groceries to protect. I would only be able to pull the liner's legs with precision"

"Why do you say that..."

Colette doesn't understand why Harold reprimands himself or Reiner.

It was just unbearably hard for Harold to take the criticism.

"I thought you knew with your own hands how helpless it was to be weak. Still, if you choose the path to live as a vulnerable person, do as you please. It's not what I found out."

To put it that way, Harold left as if he wasn't interested in Colette or anything.

The reunion with the benefactor of life ended with only a few exchanges. It is also in the form of being unilaterally limited.

Only the question of why rushes around Colette's head. How did Harold get such a harsh word for saving himself and my mother?

I didn't know what it meant, and if I noticed, my vision had tears.

It was against Harold's irrational words and actions, and also against his grief at being abandoned by him.

Wipe the tears with your cuffs that are about to overflow. If Harold turned his eyes to those who had left, his back seemed very distant.

Tighten Colette's chest asexually because it seems to be the separation between him.

"... yes, I have to go to the liner"

Without power, Colette tells herself that. Run in the opposite direction to Harold so he can escape from what he doesn't want to see.

That's how we got to the emergency room, where the liner was lying with his eyes closed. As far as hearing Orbel, who arrived a little late at Colette, was talking to his doctor, apparently he just collapsed from fatigue and had very little trauma.

The doctor also said he would wake up soon because he had already done the restorative magic.

It was roughly 10 minutes after that that that the liner regained consciousness.

Ugh, the liner's lid opens with the groaning.

"Liner!?

"Colette......? Whoops!"

I woke up. To the liner, I hugged Colette to cover it.

He was a suddenly confusing liner, but he gradually blushes understanding the situation. The adults around him, including Orbel, sensed the air and left the room without making a sound.

Colette, who is not in her eyes such an ambient reaction, holds the liner tight.

"Great..."

"I'm glad... oh well. I lost, me."

Reminds me of an earlier game when I realized I was being put to bed.

My whole body was careless, but there was nothing to hurt.

"Are you okay? Anything painful?

"I'm fine. Harold gave it to me."

Unexpectedly, Harold's name pops out of the liner's mouth and Colette's expression clouds. If it's true, I don't want to have this attitude, but I remember Harold earlier and it scratches my feelings.

A liner peeks into Colette's face like that.

"Is something wrong?

Seriously worrying liner eyes and voice color. The liner has been trying to keep Colette for me ever since the day we exchanged promises.

I trust Colette because she's such a liner, and I couldn't allow Harold to disparage the liner even with his opponents.

"Hey, liner."

"Hmm?"

"The liner protects me, doesn't it?

"Oh, you promised!... Well I lost today."

The liner scratched his head galloping as if it was a bad decision.

Colette laughs to encourage him like that.

"The liner is not weak."

"What?"

"I lost to Master Harold, but he might win next time."

"Maybe... Dear Harold? Does Colette know about Harold?

"Yeah. I used to get help with my mom. Harold gave me the Knights necklace, too."

"Were you... hey, could he be a nobleman?

"Yes, I am."

"I knew it. Awesome. He's strong, he can use magic, he's noble."

Wow, what a simple feeling. But really, Colette thinks so, too. What Harold showed in the game with Reiner was a difference in character.

This still makes the liner the strongest of the village children. I have defeated ferocious monsters by myself. Harold overwhelmed the liner.

I have the strength to fight, the strength to protect people, that's who I am. That is why I am grateful to Harold, and an object of respect.

That's why I was shocked to be pushed away.

"And he's too tough. What do you think you said to me the last time?" Stupid. If you can do that, do it from the beginning. '

Liner stupidly imitating Harold's tone. But there was no anger ridiculed in its appearance, nor sadness for its loss.

I'm pretty sure the last flame the liner showed was the best blow I could get out now. It bounced back beautifully.

The loser liner can't be feeling anything.

"Don't you regret it?

"I regret it, you've decided to regret it. But more than that... hmm, what can I say?

Arm together, twisted head liner. And so he roared, and then he spat out these words.

"I don't know, but you didn't feel bad. It's not like I was fooled from the start... it was like when my mom bumped me out."

Liner's mother, Leona. Usually it's sweet. She has a bad mouth when it comes to training with liners, and her hands get faster.

But that's one of Leona's favorite expressions of affection to support Liner's dreams. Apparently the liner felt something similar to that on Harold.

The sensibility of a liner who feels love by being beaten down cannot be described as pitiful, but is there such a thing as Harold's thoughts that he can read?

"Besides, if I ever fight again, then I'll definitely win!

"... well. Good luck."

"How are you?

"That's not true, is it?

Colette laughed as she stopped pressing the words up to her throat.

The liner that loses with its own proud sword and still faces forward in this way is dazzling to Colette today. I felt the light emerged as if it were my weakness, and I turned away from my eyes without hesitation.

"Yes, I'm going to get you a teacher and Mr. Orbell! I can't believe the liner woke up and disappeared."

Leaving such a dry grin and an empty dialogue, Colette disappeared from the emergency room.

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I've long forgotten about Dawn Young. Driven by it, Cody, who further relaxes his usual hella look, walks down the boulevard unintentionally, such as through a strange gaze directed from around him.

I don't mind if my men find me. Contact with that brunette boy is now a top priority over those last things.

Lord's sword and magical genius are real. Plus, I'm working that up pretty good at the moment.

But the technology and body are still incomplete. It felt like it was leaving behind a wealth of stretch money.

What a terrible thing. He could loosen up in line with Fincent or be more of a masterpiece.

That is why it is promising and therefore dangerous.

Having powers that are isolated from the rest can cause enormous damage if you misuse them.

Then what should I do? The answer is simple. You can throw them into the nest of the powerful.

"So why don't you join the Knights" We "?

"What?" So. ”Is your head pouring?

Lorde showers spicy words, not moving, at Cody, who suddenly throws up an inviting complaint without greeting or foreboding, wondering if he appeared out of the wind.

The young man who was walking alongside Lord alerts Cody, full of suspicion, but Lord himself took control of it.

"Calm down. This guy's still a Knights person."

"This guy...?

The young man looks surprised, but he can't help it either. Cody, who gets the slightest impression from the first encounter, is now dressed to take off his armor, a testament to the Knights, and blend into the city.

It's hard to believe what they say about being a Knights person.

"Ha-ha-ha! I'm dressed like this for a reason right now, but I'm a Knights man for once."

"So, what are you doing here?

"No, like I said, why don't you join the Knights? It's called solicitation. Lord, I think you can do enough with us."

"... I'll tell you one thing. My name is Harold, not Lord. Don't ever call me that again."

"What?"

"You don't like it that much? This name."

"Not to the point where I'm about to beat you up by accident."

"Apparently, there's a complicated situation. Why don't we talk for a minute, including around there?

Point to the store Cody had behind him with his thumb. This is one of the few Delphito restaurants that has a lot of non-alcoholic drinks.

Harold rode on that invitation without complaining in particular.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the street, the store is somewhat quiet, with only less than 30 seats, including the counter, but 80% of it seems to be buried and quite thriving. Cody lowered his back to the round table seat where the only three of them could sit together, and Harold lined up directly across from it without hesitation.

By contrast, the young man who sat between those two still can't get out of alert, and even after Ming finishes his mild introduction, he's still snooping at Cody. He didn't even look very good when Harold talked about his own qualities and how he was going to compete in this tournament.

Still, he's not going to pinch his mouth on what Harold does, and he listens quietly to the conversation with his mouth on his drink from time to time.

"Ho ho, a pseudonym for deceiving my parents' eyes. Why did you come all the way to this tournament?

"It's just an arms test. It was just a bunch of raw fish that I couldn't even try."

Surely it would be a good place to clap out with all that difference in strength. If you say even a few of them were teethy......

"But that red-haired kid who hit the finals. Isn't he pretty good?

"Ha, don't make me laugh. There's no big difference on that level from the stones rolling by the roadside."

"You're tough. As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to speak to him."

"What?

The air on the spot solidifies in an instant, which was never evil even if not to say soothing. Suddenly, Harold's outburst of indisputable anger.

Cody deflected unexpectedly under such intense pressure as to be barometric. I don't know what touched Harold's harp line in the conversation right now, but Cody has a rejection when it comes to contacting the liner.

"... that was a distraction. Ha ha, there you go. Thanks. I've been having a lot of misunderstandings lately. Am I old, too?

"Hmm."

It was a bad fallacy, but they got nothing for now.

But why is Harold so reluctant to be served by liners?

(I wonder if it's any considerate of him as well. Speaking of which, I don't know how to fight the finals, nor do I look like I'm guiding you somewhere)

At first I thought maybe I was going to, but in the end I never attacked the liner directly. That was a common way of fighting throughout Harold's tournament, but until then the opponent was only different against the liner even though he was instantly retreating.

Without using the speed that would be the biggest weapon, he took the liner's attack, naked, and stunned. By doing so, the liners were hunted down and used their power beyond their limits.

If you change your view, you can also say Harold pulled it out.

Well, the truth is he knows everything.

I'm curious, but it's not the information I need. The most important thing is if Harold is willing to join the Knights.

Cody cuts out the story again in a light tone so as to relax the tense air.

"Well, get your mind back on it and get down to business. Mr. Harold, why don't you join the Knights of the Holy Kings?

……

Arm up, push down, Harold. I guess I have a lot to think about even with him.

Then Itsuki opened her mouth in anticipation of the gap where silence had descended.

"Um, Mr. Cody. I don't think the Knights of the Holy Kings could have gotten in unless they were over 16. Harold, you're only 13, aren't you?

"Well, in principle, that's what's happening. Exceptions exist to everything. Some of my acquaintances joined the group at the age of 14."

"Exception, is it"

"Damn! Well, actually, I'm not often there. I felt so talented and possible for you, Harold."

This is pure fact.

Talents and possibilities, Itsuki also holds her mouth when she hears the word. I guess he's the one who's seen Harold closer than Cody, which is why there are so many verses that come to mind.

"Who was the youngest of those exceptions to join the group?

Harold, who was silently overlapping his thoughts, asks that.

"This is the 14-year-old boy we just talked about. His name is - Finn St."

You know that out of the blue, right? Cody speaks the name with the meaning.

Fincent van Westerfallt.

A hero that many envy, making him the most powerful monster in the Knights of the Holy Kings.

"... would be good. Put me in the Knights."

But Harold laughed when he heard the name. As if I had expressed the thought that I would try to be the strongest.