My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Harold, who took the slaughter on Yuno, managed to make it, stroking his chest down. But while the relief was in place, what came into sight was the appearance of the black outfits who suffered painful injuries.

And the smell of blood drifting around.

It was obvious who created this tragedy.

A big, evil hobbyist armored man who tried to slap Yuno and soldiers from the Salian Imperial Army who would be his men. That would be the reinforcement they were talking about in the preaching.

The moment I understood that, Dokun, and the heartbeat sounded. That wasn't about the fear or anxiety that I might have for the same eyes.

Feels like blood in your body has boiled. What Harold felt was the rage of his bowels boiling back.

My mouth stroking the other person backwards because of it is in better shape than usual, and I was also unwilling to stop it.

I guess I hadn't been able to make a sober decision at this point. Helping Yuno and the others. Destroying all enemies in front of you. That's all I could think about.

And his anger towards Ritzelt culminated in the moment when he purposefully wiped out his own people. In front of that sight, it is very naturally dominated by the will to “kill”.

I would have noticed how unusual that is, if Harold were normal.

But Harold couldn't afford to notice it now, and above all, he didn't intend to curb that feeling.

Pinch another taunt and try to decide the battle by taking on Ritzelt with one leg.

It was a full step but too linear. Harold had blood on his head, too.

A flaming gust of wind strikes Harold as he waited. He was forced to change direction to avoid a direct hit, but an ice spear flew in ahead of him.

I manage to play that off with my sword.

Fast magic activation. Comes one after the other without spaces. The aim is accurate and powerful.

That title, which I named the Magic Instructor, did not appear to be false.

I don't know if I can handle it with my sword moves, but I can see Harold's movements and shoot in the magic. It's probably also because distance is open, but on the contrary, it's hard to pack the distance.

Both have the means to prevent their tricks, but the decision-maker lacks the means to go one step further from there.

Harold tries to jump into his nostalgia and Ritzelt magically intercepts him. That opens up the intermission again by choosing avoidance behavior.

So if you're going to attack with magic, why not?

I'll think of it that way and switch to a magical attack, but I'm not responding. The other person is more magically savvy than he is.

Apparently, the magic deal belongs to your hand.

We can't give each other an effective hit.

This is a thousand hands. Moreover, there are more minutes between Ritzelt, the Magic Master, than Harold, who specializes in melee warfare.

Not to mention that Harold is already exhausted and injured in repeated battles. The opposing Ritzelt is almost in full swing.

It will be obvious which is the disadvantage.

And one more thing. Harold has a big weakness.

Ritzelt inadvertently loosened his attacking hand and turned his face like he was stunned by the eating Harold.

"How long are you going to lay down your labor for a fight-out? You can beat me."

"Mastermill of broiled meat. I'll slash your neck off."

"He's a deaf kid. I don't have a choice."

Niyali, and. Ritzelt grins ugly. I had a bad feeling.

It was the ice-cold rain that Ritzelt unleashed. And that struck not Harold, but Yuno and the others who were continuing to treat his people.

"Shit!

Abominably barking, Harold blows the ice-cold rain with the magic of 'Dust Storm'. So what I leaked slapped with my sword as I moved at high speed.

But that's still not enough. Numerous ice columns descend.

Blood splashed and wet Yuno's face.

Euno with a look like he saw something incredible while dyeing his face to Zhu. Harold made sure she wasn't injured like that before pulling out the icicle that pierced her right shoulder.

A lot of blood drips off.

The pain ran. I would never normally be able to.

But to the point that I didn't care about that or anything else, the flames of anger scorching my body were poking and moving Harold.

Kill Ritzelt "He".

Just for the record. Obsession to the point of abnormality.

Maybe that's what this is about, and I get an answer in Harold.

(Oh, well - you've been in me the whole time, Harold)

I lose blood and think about that blurry with rational thoughts that were only marginally left.

The first time I came to this world, I opened my mouth to no one who was willing to talk or move a body that was stunned and unable to move...

(All, it was you)

That's why I don't speak right. That's why I was able to faithfully replicate the game's movements.

Perhaps for better or worse, he has always been influenced by the original Harold. Maybe it was because of that that a mediocre human being named Ichi Hirazawa was able to adapt to this world.

So what happens to this self-consciousness that we have now in the end? Will it be swallowed up by the original Harold or, conversely, will Ichigo's personality be overwritten? Or will a personality be born where Ichigo and Harold were mixed?

(I don't know that stuff, and I don't care now)

I don't have time to think about things I don't understand. I'm not even sure if this hypothesis is correct.

It's just, if you really have Harold in you...

(Help me, Harold Stokes. Even you're hurting yourself, and the plan doesn't go the way you want it to, and you're out of your mind!

That's a man named Harold Stokes. Self-centered, selfish, self-righteous scumbag everywhere.

He's the kind of guy who would never forgive anyone for hurting his high pride, even if he deserved it. There's no way Harold can stop without being worn out so far and killing Ritzelt.

"Well, not intact on the boulder, but outweigh that one? Kid, if you repent, you won't be under my command."

Be sure of the victory. Ritzelt will come up with such a suggestion. There might have been room for thought if it wasn't even in this situation, but now I wish it would be here.

"As long as I go under you, I will choose death. I'm the only one who can follow me."

"... he's stupid everywhere"

Vision is sumptuous. I can't get my breathing done. If I hadn't kept putting all my strength into it, I'd still be falling.

We just have to settle for the next attack.

A peek behind my back was the healing magic effect or more people could walk on their feet.

"You guys get out of here. Even if I stay here, I'm just in the way."

"But..."

"I won't say it again. More or less, it must be difficult to do your job to crack your identity."

Harold points me out and Yuno and the others push me all the way down. Probably even putting Harold's cover and the Smeragi family's name on the scale.

I wouldn't even have to compare that.

"... I'm in awe. But just take this."

Yuno made that decision in agony.

When it leaves, use the magic of None to apply healing magic to Harold. I heard a slight grunt, "I'm sorry Erica..."

Perhaps Erica has enough to say "throw it away" that she's sorry to heal the wound.

If so, they really hate me.

Well, that's fine. That's Harold Stokes.

(... so please. Harold, you can do it if you have the power)

Even previous training has a success rate of less than 20%. Very incomplete to use in action.

Still, it's also true that the only way to defeat Ritzelt is with that move.

I also feel that Yuno's healing magic is pushing my back, which has made my body somewhat lighter.

I'm sorry I died. But losing to Ritzelt is a dead end.

Harold ran out. Blood flows out of the unstoppable wounds, but I don't mind.

I don't know how many times. Assault. Harold still pushes forward as he takes Ritzelt's chilled gaze from the front.

Magic unleashed to intercept. Leaps forward and jumps over, but once again the ice-column descends there.

Unmoveable aerial. It's inevitable as it is.

Yes, if you can't get around in the air.

I've seen it many times in the game. I have manipulated the characters myself and used them many times.

The image is an invisible scaffold that exists in the air.

Harold's body leans unnaturally in the air in an unlikely direction. If Ritzelt's eyes weren't crazy, Harold kicked in the void.

thereby accelerating and diving through the ice-column air raid. And again, make sure Harold kicks in the air with nothing to accelerate once again.

"Aerial Dash"

Naming without any twists. It's a move that accelerates in the air, as the letters say. It's like running through the sky, and it's also an essential technology to connect combos.

If the timing is wrong, it will only thrust into the opponent's attack, but if used well, it can be used for combos and avoidance.

And an absolutely essential move in the battle style of Harold Stokes.

Change the direction of travel by stepping on top speed. The bones rise and the muscle fibers make a noise and cut a thousand pieces.

Eating up his teeth, he withstood the load of attacking his whole body as he raised his voice without a voice.

Irregular multistage acceleration in the air. A sight off the regular track, never even seen Ritzelt go through many battlefields.

Not at such a rate that it can react very well.

Harold took Ritzelt's back faster than he blinked.

Ritzelt tries to turn around, but it's too late. Harold waved his sword faster than he could turn this way.

Ritzelt's right arm dances through the universe with the vivid feeling in his hands.

Slash and cut off the armor with a knife that returns it as it is, slap the clap and even kick in and let your body float.

Harold's onslaught is not over yet.

Slash it up, bathe the thunderbird where it floats completely, and blow off a few meters. The apart time was instantly packed with an aerial dash.

Fold slaughter, fist and kick from there.

There is no shadow of Ritzelt's wretched armor already seen. It's crushed, stained, and stained with blood. And the person wearing it was more worn out than armor.

A dozen seconds if it's time. Over 50 attacks were fed in the meantime.

Ritzelt launched to a height that could also be called the earliest sky. From an even higher position than that, Harold gleefully front-space and punches down his full phoenix leg on his abdomen.

"Fuck you."

Gocah, something leaves a crushing sound, and Ritzelt falls. Put it between beats. Harold follows it, too.

Ritzelt fell to the ground with a dull sound. Harold also lands next to it.

Silence. All you hear is an undressed breath that you can't even call your own breathing.

Then I saw Ritzelt's fingertips move pickly in the corner of my sight.

I still have breath with all that attack. Dying but surprisingly tough. Apparently, the muscles you built weren't pointless either.

But he's still alive. I haven't been able to kill him. You have to kill him.

In his hazy consciousness, Harold strengthens his sword grip and pokes it at Ritzelt. All you have to do is stick this around your neck.

"is, halo...... rudd......?

A voice I'm used to hearing. The human voice I tried to save.

Looking back, there were faces of Robinson, Sid and Irene stained with confusion. There is also a Cody figure nearby.

Looks like it was worth putting up. As soon as I find out they're safe, I lose the strength to support my body.

But how did you know it was you? The question was answered by a mask that was dripping and swaying from his ear.

(Oh, in the middle of a fight, did you come off... then I'll see...)

Harold, full of creativity, I can't think of.

To what I am now wearing the military uniform of the Sarian Empire. To have stepped down in the middle of a battle between the Knights and the Xing Wing clan.

In the sense that you've exposed yourself to it.

"Hey, what are you doing...?

Rarely upset Cody. With no room for light-heartedness and stirring, Harold tells them frankly.

"... Koitz, Major General of the Sarian Empire, Ritzelt... this raid is the work of the Empire... from the Xingyang tribe, pull your hand... behind the curtain, ha-"

That's where Harold takes his limits. The consciousness was interrupted, and the stabbing of Ritzelt did not materialize, and collapsed on the spot as if it had expired.

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Gown, a room like a research facility surrounded by equipment that plays heavy sounds with gown. The man who sat there was loading the report with interest.

Skinny cheeks enough to give an unhealthy look to long grey hair stretched out until it reaches your back without any kind of care. The skin is so white that I wonder if it has ever been in the sun, just like my hair, and the appearance of underneath my eyes is extra pronounced if I haven't had a decent sleep.

All in all, he is a man who seems to live far from a healthy life, but his face was distorted by pleasure.

"Hmm, did this plan fail... but we were able to secure a sample, and let's say good. What worries me more than that is still this boy..."

There was almost zero chance of failure. But there is probably an element of uncertainty in the world.

No matter how much you increase the likelihood, you will never be 100%.

So the fact that it failed is not a big problem in itself.

The question is why did it fail?

This uncertain element Irregular. A weak-crowned 13-year-old boy named Harold Stokes.

Joining the Knights in the youngest ever. Escape that would constitute a violation of military rules on your first assignment. And I thought he'd disappeared, and when he exposed himself again, he was dressed in the military uniform of the Sarian Empire.

Then I don't think it's just betrayal or espionage. When he was discovered, he was serving as an Imperial soldier. The Major General class, too.

Harold's aim is obscure, but what is clear is that he was pre-sensing this Knights raid.

It was unlimited to be exposed. But Harold was grabbing information from somewhere.

That's pretty accurate information, too. What kind of information network do you have?

"... he's a really interesting boy. Harold, can you help me? Or are you gonna stand in front of me?

Laughter fills the room. It was a quiet, but deranged grin.

Conn to block it, and the door is knocked.

Director, it's time.

"... I'm going now"

The facial expression switched to a faceless one in an instant, as if the mask had been applied. Very lacking in vitality.

But I ask him wondering if it reflected differently in the eyes of his assistant, who is used to seeing his face like that.

"Anything good? The director seems to have more fun today than usual."

"... well, I found a subject of interest."

"I don't mind that, but it's a big deal of research right now, so please hold on, okay? Director Justus."

Yeah, I know.

Justus Freund responded that way by staring somewhere far away with his eyes where the light had disappeared.