My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

From the results, Harold passed the entrance exam brilliantly. It is only natural that more than 30 knights were defeated almost intact.

There was no such thing as dealing with movements that didn't fit into the intrinsic motion if they had Harold's reflex nerves and physical abilities, so much so that I helped him get used to it in the second half and fell into a half-working sensation. It had been a long time since I realized that Dawn had healed.

But I passed, but I also have a problem. It's a very difficult story, but it means that some humans didn't have good feelings about the newcomers boggling their seniors.

"You're the new Harold, aren't you?

"... then what"

I thought I'd teach you how to behave as a rookie.

I mean, what are you trying to say, there was a situation where if there was a gap less than 10 days after joining the group, the senior knight would be involved.

It is Harold's frank feeling that a knight can do that. From the outside, they were brilliant and exalted, and not everyone seemed to be good.

Nevertheless, I often do this plainly, and I asked Sid that it was forbidden to engage in private fights using weapons or magic. They say that breaking that ban will result in a pretty heavy penalty.

That's why they get tangled up with their bare hands. Of course Harold comes for when he's bare hands.

Apparently it is only conducted in the name of bare-handed training, not private combat with weapons.

Four senior knights lined up long before Harold, who finished washing the hand washes imposed on the new joiners and finally tried to dry them and return to his quarters. Harold sighed openly.

That attitude strokes the other person backwards again, but it's not what I found out. It doesn't matter what Harold does to them.

It is often said that if a child hates him, he hates him till he hates him. Even beating Harold up won't lower his drinks.

Then I won't be beaten up hard either. If you can't avoid being hated, you can stay hated.

Clearly, it is pointless to deal with someone. There's only one action Harold takes here.

Bend your knees slightly and slightly drop your center of gravity. Four people become more alert to that now-flying posture, but that is the enemy.

Releasing the force in his leg, Harold disappeared, leaving behind the wind-cut sound of Byun,

I concentrated too much on Harold at close range, but my horizons narrowed because of it, and I can't keep an eye on its speed. As a result, it delays the response.

When he recognized the fact that Harold had disappeared, he was already accelerating towards the front by kicking a stone wall flapping on his right hand side, leaving the four behind with less than a second of action and clearing a distance of more than 20 meters at once.

If this happens, there's no way to catch up with them. Harold's back was already far away when they looked back.

I can hear you from behind. "Wait!" Go through the rage and go for a popular place. Because if you have eyes, it's harder to get involved with them.

If you do it this way, you don't have to deal with them.

(And Fincent won't even get paid to have a pile of those guys)

Harold was thinking about that as he separated himself from Gungu.

It is in the game that Fincent becomes a mighty enemy, but he himself is a good man at his roots. Always a man, a knight, a personable man who tried to be right.

"The knight is the sword and shield of the kingdom"

That's his belief, but it's not just the king Fincent is trying to protect. His word for kingdom is that which refers to all the people.

If you want to borrow the line you're making.

"It is the land of the people. Without a country, you wouldn't need a king or anything. That is why it is the king's duty to guide the country and to build an edge of peace for the people, the Good Lord. Then our knights are the ones who eliminate the threat of attacking them so that they can serve each other and cut the end of the country!

That's why.

He who weighs benevolence, honors thanksgiving, helps the weak, the wrong teaches, and those who harm the people cut him down relentlessly. That's what Fincent is.

He's definitely right. And it was also strong enough to claim its correctness and put it into practice. Sometimes it was because he himself had forced himself to be otherwise.

As a result, the original Fincent pierced his beliefs and was crushed by the ideals he held, which broke his heart.

A little out of the question, in short, the obsession within the Knights with the name of training, which is so obsessed with bad tradition, is far from the way Knights statues and organizations are desired by Fincent. I won't forgive these things, and I wonder if they will be swept away by the time he becomes captain of the regiment.

I'm glad you did so as soon as you could, etc., and I can get away with it without loosening my legs, as if I were some other HR.

The time is already past noon. I thought it was time for lunch, and I returned the wooden laundry basket I had left in my hand to the cafeteria. There are a lot of people there right now, so there's no obvious entanglement.

For the record altogether, the cuisine in the Grand Dining Room is free of charge with the basic menu. You'll be charged for adding a high-grade or side menu, but that's not a big deal either.

The food was neither thick nor thin, and Harold, with no special attention, sat just empty when he ordered the basic menu without difficulty. Naturally, it is rice.

Harold, who is often attributed to him, is avoided by seniors, as well as by his contemporaries. Although there are definitely walls somewhere because of different times and histories of joining the group, the number one factor is probably because of the involvement of every incident.

If we stay together, we may eat the entanglement, so it is impossible to butt in to get close.

"I only see you today, Harold."

Exceptions exist everywhere, though, and some men do not hesitate to sit directly next to the empty Harold, in the seat next to their right.

Sid. And Robinson and Irene also lowered their hips to face Harold so he could take them.

"What can I do for you?

"I had a poor junior who was eating alone. I thought I'd have a heartbroken senior in my seat."

"I don't need to take care of it. You don't have any decent friends, do you? I've never seen anywhere but these guys."

"Don't be silly. It's not Robin."

"I hope you don't say something you can't deny..."

Suddenly the stray bullet hits directly and Robinson fades. Round your back, stirring the soup with a spoon in your hand looks like a tease toddler.

I've also understood Harold because he's been face-to-face frequently since I've been here, but this young man, Robinson, who's big on the strong side, is a weak, delicate, besides mild, temperament bearer, not according to his appearance. The look and contents are not engaged as if.

So I don't have to be afraid, but I still need time until I'm completely used to it. When I suddenly get into view, I'm going to shrink reflexively.

"That's what made you popular. You seem like a tough guy to deal with."

Sid says that by slightly dropping the tone of his voice. Apparently there are people around him who aren't comfortable with Harold either.

I guess Sid is a good man, even if he sees me treated so casually without being flushed by it. Robinson and Eileen also turn their worried eyes to Harold.

"... sure. We're surrounded by just the troublesome ones right now."

"If you can't just say that, it sounds fine."

Sid laughs callously without even making an unpleasant face for evil.

In contrast, Irene sighed.

"You don't feel so cute at all. I'm not gonna make friends or lovers like that."

"Buhaha! That's a lover. You can talk about people, too!

"Did I say something? Sid."

Eileen's left straight bursts before Sid runs out. It was Sid's face that the fist captured.

A red muscle flows out of Sid's nose, bewitched by a relentlessly swung fist.

"Ha, Hate and I don't need that stuff"

"That's right -"

The moment I give that back to Irene, who unleashes a sense of intimidation, Cody, who emerges from nowhere, turns his hand on Harold's right shoulder. The face is the usual thin laugh.

The other three aren't used to this way of appearing. I don't show a noticeable reaction.

Harold is not so different from them on the outside either, but the heart is striking the early bell with surprise on the inside.

"Harold, do you have a fiancée? I don't need to make her now."

Cody drops a bomb without any foreboding like this. Surprises overlapped and Harold couldn't react immediately.

On the contrary, it commits a fatal malfunction.

"... how do you know that?

That's what I asked. This is like affirming that Cody's statement is true.

Grab the empty left shoulder already as Sid clutteringly wipes the red fluid dripping from his nose with his cuffs.

"Shall I ask you more, Harold? You have a fiancée, huh?

"So-so. It's clear, itchy, and the word" deep-window maid "suits you. It's already a pretty girl."

It is somehow Cody who answered Sid's question of stuffing.

It was also frustrating, but above all the problem was its mouthfeel as if it obviously knew about Erica.

"Hey, why are you talking about him?"

"He? Did you just say he? Are you a pavilion owner already that year!?

"Yeah, don't call me depressing!

"Now, will I go back to work? Don't make so much noise."

As he struggled to rip off Sid, who was stunned by what he meant, the noisy culprit left with a flirty, careless wave. I don't even have time to hold back.

But that doesn't make this place fit, "She would still be my fiancée!," he summoned Sid and "I can't believe I got ahead of him by such an unscrupulous guy at a younger age..." he began to deal with Irene, who was shocked. Robinson just orbits to forgive the two of them.

What a noisy afternoon scene.

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More than half of the members live in cavalry dotted on the premises of the Knights headquarters.

In principle, a few years after joining the group is a cramped condition of six people per room, but treatment changes gradually, as in three people per room, two people per room, etc., depending on length of service and position.

Whoever has a family, on the other hand, lives in his own house, and it is possible to leave the building even if he is single, provided that the established criteria are met. The absolute thing is that four years after joining the group, we must always have a collective life in the cadre.

That's why I'm given the perfect private room if I'm also vice president of the Knights. In addition to the living space, you will be given a dedicated office with a study and reception room.

Although it is a substitute from Fincent, I really appreciate the space without having to worry about my surrounding eyes and ears.

That's why Cody, an old friend of mine, gets even worse with his usual loose attitude when he steps in here. Because we will no longer have to worry about each other's position at all.

I still occupy my body lying on my back on the three-person sofa in the reception room. He stood on his knees, put his legs together, and proceeded to read the paperwork cleverly in his right hand with his left arm as a pillow.

"Hmm, I've been volunteering for a crusade expedition for about three years now."

The documents in Cody's possession contain all the information about Harold. Although it is still limited only to information obtained from outside sources.

I also knew about Erica because she was listed with a photo of her face as her fiancée in a previous survey. That was one of the pieces of information Fincent made me gather about Harold.

Cody, who looked through him as he flushed, gets up and asks Fincent, who has given him this, for his sincerity.

"So, what do you want me to do with this?

"I'll have Harold in your detachment shortly. Sharing information for that matter."

"Come on, Harold hasn't joined the group in a month, has he? Normally, you'll be enlisted after completing the basic training program."

"I decided it was not necessary. I'll have him take the final exam of the basic training course, but he'll pass without a problem."

"That would be reasonably true. That's an unusual thing to do."

"Harold is excellent. Then it should not be shaped and appropriate education should be provided. I joined the group at the youngest age in history when I was 13 in the first place, so no matter what I do, it's no different than collecting my ears and eyes."

"Experience him? But it stands out. More than ever."

"That's why I want you to be his windscreen."

The two gaze at each other for a while.

But it didn't last long either, and Cody, who had missed his gaze earlier, exhaled a long time.

"I see what you're trying to say - for apparent reasons."

"... my thoughts are foreseeable"

"It's nothing. It's not that far. But if that's all, we need to get this far. No?

That's what I say. I throw the paperwork on my right hand desk.

Especially Cody. And even as Fincent, I didn't mean to keep my plot hidden from him from the beginning.

So far we've only had a formal conversation, and that's where the real deal starts.

"Hey Cody, what did you think when you saw how Harold fought in the enlistment exam?

"... needless to say, it feels like" no way. ”Unexpected to be able to make as many optimized moves as such a Knights countermeasure."

Apparently he had the same doubts as Fincent.

That was all the motion Harold showed was puzzling.

"I agree. We need to find out where you got that fight."

"But Harold is a man of history, isn't he? It's also a rare gatch bee pureblood nowadays"

Show Fincent's mind that he's afraid of connecting with an organization in hostilities with this country, or Cody calms down.

"The result could be the murder of a servant's family."

"Uh, that's undeniable...... but there was a soldier sheltered and injured or something, and you can't say it in a nutshell?

"It is also an immediate enlistment to identify it. His identity and humanity must be ascertained. This is the only job I can ask of you."

"In short, you mean the watchman. I doubt we need to get that far."

"I can't believe it briefly because I'm noble. Ten years ago, I knew it was Nohake's rebellion."

……

Cody had to shut up about Fincent's words. I don't even want to recall, the betrayal of Karem Nohake, who was even called the King's belly.

Karem, who was also the head of the historic Nohake family, had leaked confidential information and had received significant donations from the adhering Chamber of Commerce. It's not enough to use your fingers on both hands to raise that guilt.

And among them was the leakage of information about the Knights of the Holy King.

Kalem, imprisoned, struck himself on the head many times on the wall without making a statement about the case. Beyond punishing the resulting adhering chamber of commerce, we still do not know exactly where and how much confidential information was leaked.

The betrayal and death of Karem, who had been credited by colleagues and the people as well, starting with the King, was, together, a greater shock than the damage suffered by the country.

"Besides, I don't think that case is over. The negative legacy he left behind, man who would have complicit with Nohake at the time, is still lurking in the heart of this country"

"... does that mean you have a lot of things to grasp? Still, there might be them behind Harold."

"Or there's a line called a third party with information that Nohake leaked, but either way, it's a story that doesn't leave the spectrum. I think it's bad for you and Harold. But still..."

"I get it. Let's do it."

I have to doubt him, the word was overridden by Cody.

"... sorry"

"Why are you apologizing here? You can say thank you, but you're more serious than you need to be."

"The guy next door was always lazy. It may have gotten serious until the man's minute. It would be helpful if you could change your mind for a little while now."

"Ooh, my ear hurts. Evacuate. Evacuate."

Cody shrugs his shoulders, gets up, shivers and walks out of the reception room.

Pathan and sounded a freshly closed door overlaid the back of an old friend, and Fincent uttered a word of gratitude, knowing it would not reach him.

Just one word. "Thank you," he said.