My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

One letter arrived that day to Harold. The name of the sender that was specified was Yuno.

Why 'd you come from that guy? And when I twisted my head, I remembered the interaction that took place with the task when I told them I was going to join the Knights.

The position of operations and representatives was entrusted to the task by the LP farming method being on track, but progress reports were nevertheless regularly made against Harold. Until now, there have been many opportunities for direct face-to-face encounters, so I have had no particular problems, but if I were to join the Knights, I would not.

Therefore, after joining the group, a proposal was made from the task to switch to a written report. As for Harold, I didn't have to report it, but I admitted it because it didn't involve any hassle or inconvenience.

At that time, the connection to the famous Smeragi family was known and appropriate names were to be used to prevent some trouble from occurring.

I am aware that the task is Harold's heart and soul to destroy his engagement to Erica in the future. I'm guessing you're taking care not to expose your engagement with Erica by prying into your connection with the Smeragi family.

It is because there was such a history that the name of the letter did not belong to the task. Well, Cody found out about Erica's engagement.

You can't deny the task stands out either, and it's impossible from the start to hide it perfectly at a time when none of us are willing to hide it.

Thinking back to such a father, sigh and open the wind-waxed envelope.

The five parchments that had been enclosed contained details of the LP farming method and its figures, such as the fact that the scale of operations was increasing. In addition, do you have any thoughts on the way forward?

To be honest, when I get this far, it's a level beyond Harold's control, with no managerial expertise or other fine dust. It was in anticipation of this happening that it involved the task and gave way to a responsible position early on, and there is no answer to being asked for an opinion in this way.

I also thought I'd just write one word “do as you please” and send it back, but that would just be irresponsible as the initiator of the LP farming method.

Needless to say, it's about the task, but I can't think of anything else.

Don't stick to the profits too much and arouse them to make contracts with other nobles before buying objections and resentment.

So far, the LP farming method has been devised by the Smeragi family and offers that technology to the Stokes family. Sometimes it is monopolized in these two houses, and the revenue is medium.

After that, if we collect royalties for LP farming instead of disclosing our know-how to other nobles via the Chamber of Commerce, we will also have some less risk of developing into extra troubles.

That said, it is the shallow wisdom of an amateur. We intend to leave it to the hands of the task to decide what sales channels to open and when to offer know-how to other aristocrats.

Basically, I'm not going to pinch my mouth anymore.

Then I quickly take the pen to spell out that it's that kind of stance as well.

Running the pen in silence, my roommates returned in unwavering footsteps. Some of them are leaking groans like zombies.

I've been encouraging the mock battles with Isaac and the others every day since then, and Harold has been a winner every time. I still haven't gotten a single machete because I'm fighting at a speed close to being serious.

On the other hand, Isaac and the others were worn out like every day. You haven't done that much damage, but it's probably because you're flirting until your opponent runs out of health with all the avoidance you can get.

Only Isaac walks up to Harold's desk as he falls into bed one after another.

"Harold, do you have a minute?

"What?

"I've kept a message from the Chief of the Cody Squad.“ Tomorrow, when you're done practicing in the morning, come to me. "I did tell him..."

At the end of the day, Isaac also dived into his bunk and immediately began to take a nap. I don't even have time to respond.

Tomorrow, perhaps we can communicate the consequences of acceptance or rejection. I feel like it took me a long time, but I'm attacked by negative thoughts about if they hated me too much and even made me want to go around where I belong.

But the reality that was waiting for Harold was even harsher than that.

The next morning, there was not only Cody, but also Robinsons and the others in the place where they were summoned. At that point, the unpleasant feeling reaches its culmination.

"Hey, good morning, Mr. Harold. How are you feeling this morning?

"... sucks"

To be exact, it just sucked. We often do things together, don't we? Was what I was thinking a flag in itself?

In retrospect, the flag might have been established at the time they were accompanying the final exam.

"Then let's just get this over with. Harold, you are officially assigned to our unit from today. Regards ~"

(Seriously -...?

Bicilli and her body harden in the words spoken. I even find it manipulative to be picked at pinpoint where I thought this was the only place in a heap of squads I didn't like.

Contrary to Harold, who was distracted, the Robinsons were a welcome mood.

"Nice to meet you, Harold!

Best of all, Sid joins Harold's shoulders.

Robinson and Irene have each spoken out to show welcome.

"Harold, I'm glad you're on the same team."

"But we're seniors, so be respectful, right?"

If I say I'm not happy with that reaction, I lie. People tend to alienate me because of my mouth that utters hard words regardless of my will. A person who treats me favorably is precious.

But this squad is waiting for the future of leaving Cody behind and wiping it out, and that's what's necessary to get the story going as it was originally written.

Being a part of such a squad means you risk losing your own life in the battle to come. I'm gonna help the Robinsons. The question is if I can survive before I can.

(It is true that the Cody squad was devastated four years before the original, that is, one year after now. Can we avoid any troop movements in the meantime?

I was beginning to wonder if there was a way to avoid it quickly, Harold, but things get even worse.

"And next week, a five-day vacation was set aside. Just some of them, including my team."

"Why again at this time of year?

"Glad to hear it, but what's your vacation for?

"We're going on an expedition at the beginning of our vacation. We'll be there, so I guess I'm just trying to cultivate my English for that."

It was Robinson who questioned that line of Cody.

"Is it going to be such a harsh expedition to pinch something like that?

"The contents aren't that far, but the place is a bit of a problem. We have to get to the Bertis Forest."

Bertis Forest.

Harold's body, hearing the word, was now completely stiff.

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Bertis Forest. It is a secret land inhabited by the Star Wing "Stella" tribe.

In the original, there was a massive battle between the Knights and the Star Wings. As a result, Cody loses all his men and causes them to quit the Knights.

When it comes to fighting, it's because enemy soldiers, guided by insiders, dress up as Knights and Star Wings respectively to attack both sides. If it were true, permission would have been granted to enter the forest, but the mastermind's plot would have broken that promise in the worst possible way, and this would have triggered a deep crack in the relationship between man and the Xingyang tribe.

On the face of it, the Xingyang clan accidentally took the Knights, which was also considered to be a reason for the deepening of the ditch.

The mastermind of this case is not the insider who guided it, but Justus who instigated it.

His purpose is to analyze certain properties that the Xingying tribe possesses, and his soul dare to multiply the battle in the Bertis Forest to capture the Xingying tribe.

Robinsons and the others die, Cody quits the Knights, and Justus gets the subject to proceed with the plan. The battle in the Bertis Forest has so much impact on the original story.

A significant departure from the original story would be inevitable if we were to intervene. That's why Harold hesitated, and on the other hand, he stood somewhat spared that he still had time.

Expansion under a sudden turnaround visited within doing so.

What should I do? My participation in the fight has been decided without being able to give that answer.

Harold's chest is in panic. Maybe my mind was so disturbed that it was comparable to the moment I first understood that I had entered the game world.

I was getting restless and unable to think about things.

Empty thoughts. The thought of straw also refers to the current state of mind, I suppose.

A five-day vacation in front of the expedition.

It wasn't for any particular clear reason, but Harold's legs were headed for Smeragi territory using it.

Harold can't answer rationally when asked why he did so. The state of the trail that no one can reveal to you, but you are unlikely to give an answer on your own.

It could also be described as a kind of escape, taken after such distress.

A visit to the Smeragi family, which is about two months old. I wasn't telling him that beforehand, and all of a sudden the mansion humans come to life with Harold visiting.

It was an old man called Kiryu who greeted Harold in that.

"This is Master Harold. How was your day? I'm not sure you're here."

"It's urgent. Give me a task."

There's nothing like that, but in front of me that's come this way, we mouth each other appropriately.

"My husband is away right now. I thought you'd be back at night."

"Chip."

My tongue sounds unexpected. It's not that I can't help it because it's a sudden visit in the first place, but there was still a considerable amount of disappointment in the absence of the task rather than sorry.

Although the guest room let me through for a moment, it is a very intolerable time to have to wait until the night when the task returns. The anxiety and frustration of just sitting.

Even though the task doesn't solve anything where it comes back, it still doesn't stop the negative emotions.

Work your thoughts to crush and kill them that come up from within your body, and explore if there is a viable path somewhere. But no matter how much I try to turn my head, I still can't think of any effective help.

I was called from the back of the jaw when I was biting my teeth to see what to do.

I beg your pardon.

That was a cool voice that chilled Harold's head in the heat.

Speaking of which, her voice and tricks have gradually become similar to her mother's koyomi lately, thoughts deviate in a direction that doesn't matter.

I don't get the energy to treat all kinds of chopped up situations as sinister as usual. I came to myself hating you more than anything, so I probably have something to do with it.

"... in"

In response, I heard a slight breathtaking sound across the hall. Apparently it was an unexpected reply as far as she was concerned.

(1) Put your breath down and the jaw opens.

"Long time no see, Master Harold"

There was Erica dressed in a young grass colored kimono, sitting upright, so deep that her head was likely to be on the floor, and a polite uncle.