My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

I rode Cody's invitation in two replies, Harold, but normally, it's not something a child can like at their discretion.

Even after Cody and I broke up, Itsuki has been asking me how I intend to convince my parents that I care about the area.

But as Harold, I didn't think it would be much of a handicap.

Harold's parents are a race obsessed with looks and titles. And joining the Knights of the Holy Kings is considered an honor only.

Anyway, the Knights, unlike the army of the country, are an elite unit under the King's command. Hayden, his father, also aspired when he was younger, has a past.

The answer to what would happen to those parents if their drowning son were scouted by an elite group of knights would be more obvious than seeing fire.

Having obtained Cody's contact information, Harold left Delphito the next day just to say that he was no longer available in this city.

Harold immediately reported to his parents after a two-week journey back to Stokes' mansion without stopping in Smeragi territory on the road.

"What happened to the conversation?

"I have something to tell my father and mother. I was scouted by the Knights of the Holy Kings during my stay in Delphito."

"What! Is that true!?

"Yeah. As soon as I want, but, yeah. He's the youngest ever to join the club."

"Wow, Harold!

"I want to join the Knights. All right?

"Of course!

As expected, the two of us who heard the story reacted well. Especially not half Hayden's delight.

My son accomplished a dream of his own that didn't come true back in the day, but maybe he thinks.

It was no wonder I went out with Erica to sightsee the Delphito Martial Arts Games and ran into a mob that was making a scene, and I went out and explained how it was convenient to be scouted once I suppressed it brilliantly.

On the contrary, "A feast!" and immediately prepare for the celebration. I knew it, but they didn't want to stop it.

(The Knights also cancer out in the danger zone. Assuming the man dies, what will you do?)

Think about that while looking at Dawn's parents.

Well, I was going to join the Knights because it would be dangerous, so it would be more difficult to stop them. Besides, Hayden is a soldier, so I guess he knows all about it.

Harold, thus gaining early recognition, walked around the mansion in haste in preparation for the feast, which was to be held abruptly, calling Norman and Jake, then Zen, to his room.

Harold tells the three of them with their faces together.

"I will go to the King's Capital and become a member of the Knights of the Holy Kings. LP farming has taken Smeragi's lead, but even if there's no movement, keep us regularly informed of the situation here."

"It's quite far away when you're king's capital."

"It's not a distance to be rushed by a fast horse, and if you're in regular contact, you're limited to letters."

"That'll take a little while."

"I don't mind. If you really want to deliver the reward as soon as possible, work with Smeragi. I'll tell you the story."

"I'm in awe"

Arrange means of communication in advance so that the Stokes can keep track of their movements even during their absence. Just in case there are signs of disturbing movement here, or when things change, so that we can respond as quickly as possible.

But there is one who intervenes there.

"Oh, wait a minute! Master Harold, are you joining the Knights?

"That's what you're saying. Is your ear a decoration?

"No, no, no, no, Mr. Norman and Mr. Jake are also rushing away! It's usually outrageous, isn't it!?

I'm excited to do it, Zen. I know what Zen is trying to say, leaving aside whether what is normally outrageous, is written correctly.

But it's troublesome, so I decided to ignore it.

"That's it. Get back to work now."

"Ha."

Norman and Jake bowed their heads and exited, and Zen, who was still listening and doing so, imitated it.

In the room alone, Harold exhales loudly. It was both a deep breath and a sigh.

Harold himself is uncertain whether the meaning put into it is a sense of loneliness leaving a familiar home or a sense of emancipation escaping the eyes of his parents.

Three years.

Years have passed since I came to this world without knowing it. It is this mansion, and this room, that has been the longest of them all.

I guess that doesn't mean I don't have anything to think about getting away from it.

Nevertheless, joining the Knights is the default route for trampling the original. My plans just got a little ahead of me.

With a crisp stomp on his wobbly heart thus, Harold appropriately spent the celebration commemorating his Knights enlistment, which was held in large measure later, with a salutation and loving laugh that only activated in front of his parents, and decided not to wait a month from the scouts to leave the mansion early.

Gripping the reins with a completely accustomed hand and running the horse for hours. Arrive at a checkpoint halfway through a designated street to meet Cody.

Instead of collecting taxes and goods, it is a facility for checking whether suspicious persons or dangerous or prohibited items are being brought in. Stone walls have been built to block the streets, so that we can't move on from not passing through here.

Harold, a lightly equipped man, was able to complete a little baggage inspection and enter the lockup without difficulty.

It's busy inside with a simple tent where you can rest your body and a merchant on the road opening a well-groomed outdoor shop with a break.

I discover a bunch of white armor around that corner, and I descend from the horse and walk towards you. When I approached him somewhat, he also noticed Harold's presence over there, and Cody said, "Hey!," he raised his voice as he waved.

That concentrates a group of gazes on Harold.

"Hi, Harold. Earlier than expected."

"I'm not here to see you. Don't renege on your promise to join the Knights more than that, okay?

"It's okay."

I don't feel comfortable trying to push.

Honestly, I still doubt the Scout story is the real story. I can't wipe that thought off extra for knowing the character of a human being named Cody.

Well, it's unlikely that the scouts themselves would be false, as it doesn't mean they cheat but lie bright red.

"Hey, you mean this kid the captain was talking about?

Observe the girl standing beside Cody, similarly dressed in white armor, as she interrupts the conversation, to value Harold.

"Hmm? Really?

"Are you kidding me? Aren't you a child yet?"

Such a girl also looks about 17 or 18 years old. In this country, a girl may say well because she will be treated as an adult after the age of sixteen, but given the sensibilities Harold has with her, she is still a child too.

Rather, it was natural for me to feel that I was closer to an adult with a mental age of over twenty.

"Ha, so you're a miserable mutton fish with little children?

That's why I got all these lines out of the polo.

"What the hell!?

He didn't think he'd get a clear answer so far. The girl ate face-to-face and stepped back. So the girl's back hits something.

When the girl who came to think of its existence quickly turned back, she stuck it out in front of Harold, not saying it was her place.

Big. Harold thought so first.

Then I realize that it's a strong side that looks vicious because I see that face. It was so powerful that I wanted to surrender unconditionally just because I was exposed to that light.

I'm so freaked out that I'm about to have a weird voice, I ask about the mood of a guy who said something.

"Are you complaining about me, too? Then the women will see to it."

I don't know how to freak out on the inside.

But Cody was surprised to see the face of the Knights. Too bad for your mouth, did they pull you off? A man on the strong side asks this to Harold, who conceives.

"Ki, aren't you... scared of me?

"I don't understand where you need to be afraid. I'm the one who wins the fight anyway."

Harold's mouth bassally trumps a man's doubts regardless of his own will.

I'm not talking about winning or losing, and this guy's a Knights person. That's all I have, so I don't think it's going to look like a knock down.

I want you to refrain as much as possible from vomiting aggressive words to the person who is going to be a colleague at the same workplace.

Well, Harold knows best that you can't expect such consideration from this mouth.

"You guys, Harold, you just solicited, 'cause you're not a full Knights yet, are you? Why don't we introduce ourselves first?

"This is rude. My name is Robinson."

"... it's Irene"

"Sid! I'm welcome, Harold!

Each named Robinson with a long strong side, Eileen with a tight girl on the hit, Sid with orange hair reminiscent of lion tenderness.

And when I heard their names, Harold's body was stiff.

(These guys are dead characters too!

for that reason.

Cody quits the Knights, that is, the motive for establishing Frieri. That is due to the fact that a certain battle has left Robinson and his men, his direct men, dead.

Behind the floating exterior, the original Cody blamed his powerlessness within his chest and was constantly worried that his choice, which limited the Knights, was a mistake.

I can kick those strays and grids at the end of the game, but the problem is that if things go according to those originals, the Robinsons will die.

No detailed explanation has been given for their deaths during the making. It only appears with fragmentary information that Cody speaks their name as he looks up to the moon in one scene of the game, or that Cody's past, who lost his men at the event, is revealed. There can't be a setting as a character or anything, and I've just seen the visual for the first time.

Even if we try to save them, we have too little information to hit the measures. All I know is what kind of battle to take and die in.

And above all, if they survive, it means a further collapse of the original. Because if you save Robinson and the others, you're extremely likely to destroy the story of Cody's Knights defection and the establishment of Frieri.

Then the events that are supposed to be cleared with the help of Cody and Frieri become indigestible. It could suck.

In other words, Harold was forced to make a choice.

Do you prioritize your chances of survival to kill them?

Or prepare for the collapse of the original and avoid the future of death awaiting the Robinsons.

Because I know where the world is going, even in uncertainty, I know whether my decision will literally kill me or someone else. I know, but I still have to choose.

Harold was saddened that it might also be destined to be equal to the curse he could never escape, which was laid down the moment he decided to live as Harold Stokes.