"Hey! What are you doing to Elle!?

Such a voice breaks in between Harold and Elle.

Reefa, who finished collecting samples of the ice dragon, dashed here while dyeing her white coat, by the way, bright red. I guess it looked like Harold was abusing Elle in Reefa's eyes.

Harold controls such a reefer with one right hand. I eagled that tiny head with what is commonly known as iron claw.

"Nah!?

Reefa raises an odd voice in sudden shock and pain.

The sight of a bloody human suddenly approaching inspired a sense of repellence inside. Though it may not be what Harold could have said, who is similarly bathing in the blood of an ice dragon.

I let go of my hand because I can't help but grab a reefer that shows bulk and resistance forever. Freed from Iron Claw, Riefa takes a distance and intimidates Harold.

It's like a cat.

Off her gaze like that, Harold switches the switch. Doing so soothes the expensive moments in battle.

A switch is just what Harold conveniently calls it, a switch in consciousness that the early story knitted to use the power of the original Harold.

Even so, it is not like my consciousness as Ichiki Hirazawa is interrupted. Sensibly, it's a kind of technology that controls the spirit, pushing forward the consciousness of the original Harold sleeping within himself… and the person recognizes that but the exact reason is unknown.

This is Harold's guess, but I was thinking that Harold might be asleep in his body, or in his mind, from some of the rules of thumb he gained coming into this world.

When I found myself in a situation where I was placed. Who moved his flashy body and uttered the words?

When I fought Ritzelt. Whose intent to kill has sprung from the depths of my heart?

The conclusion Harold reached by joining those pieces together was that "the original Harold exists in me”.

So Harold has tried many different ways to test his hypothesis. Sometimes you put yourself on a dangerous battlefield involving life and death so that you can vanish consciousness and become heartless.

Sooner or later, you'll need it, so that you can tap into its power in a training ground called the Battle Event in the Original.

As a result, Harold has acquired a new skill in switching switches. I don't know if this is the proof that my hypothesis was correct, the left, or if my mental control just went up.

What is clear is that the fear that you should feel by switching the switch is handled as a combat instinct and your combat ability improves dramatically. Even in battles where I risked my life, I was no longer even frightened.

Bodies and moves forged up more than the original. Knowledge of the right way to fight. Struggling instincts as the original Harold.

The best, ideal shape you can want as an individual named Harold Stokes only in terms of strength.

Harold now could be said to be close to it.

If I were to mention the price of forcefully switching switches, even a mouth that drools out rumbling and seditious complaints would be even more disgusting. Harold's words in the switched state are almost original compliant. He doesn't really want to expose himself in public.

"Relax, Reefa. I didn't do anything."

Don't stop intimidating me. See Reefa. Elle talks in a calm voice.

"Then why were you kneeling!

"Oh, that's because I became one of Harold's men."

"Heh...?

Reefa leaks a distracted voice into Elle's word. Harold is in the same mood.

Now Elle said he was Harold's subordinate. That's why he got on his knees and knees.

That sounds right if you ask. But as for Harold, I was only going to have a give-and-take relationship where he would help me find the "Star Memory" that Giffelt's clan is looking for.

It is also true that, if you do think back on the earlier exchange, it was such a thing as Harold standing on top without even having to obey the Lord. It could have felt even more high-pressure than usual because it was left on.

Happiness has gone through too much, but I should have felt uncomfortable at the time of being attached.

(I mean, why did El accept that? It's not like my men or anything. Normal?

This situation that if you think you got company, you were actually a subordinate.

I never assumed I would stand on Giffelt. In the first place, I don't think I can handle Elle, a very, but Giffelt clan.

"Don't get me wrong. I just said I'd add you under my umbrella."

"We know you haven't earned your trust yet. Let's see what we can do to win."

No. That's not what Harold's trying to say.

In addition to the salutations I have never seen, such as where I use them in the original, they have even changed their name to a single person. Creepy through discomfort.

"Bu, what do you mean by subordinates? No way he threatened me......!

"I don't have that fact. That's what I chose."

Reactivated Reefa tries to question sincerity, but Elle denies its pursuit outright. Definitely what Elle said. There's nothing to be guilty of about Harold.

And then I could also find out with what eyes Reefa was looking at Harold.

The first means of suspicion is the threat. If he really was, he's a scumbag inside.

Well, I guess that's all the bad reviews about Harold were passed on correctly. I'm just sad that Reefa doesn't have to hate me, but I can't deny it because sooner or later Erica tells me I'm actually a legitimate person and I have trouble solving her misunderstandings.

"If you want to earn my trust, you have to change that creepy attitude first."

"Are you that disapproved? I meant to behave like a loyalist."

"Oh, I'm scared to run"

"That's a failure."

Ha ha, and laughing el. It was lightly back to how it had always been.

Maybe that attitude was meant to make fun of Harold. Or made it look worse than necessary for information about the memory of the stars?

Seriously. Make it a joke. The perception of subordinates is something I'd like to have corrected, but now I give priority to going down the mountain first over that. Clear weather but with fairly low temperatures, it would be the first half of a digit in body feel.

Or Reefa is a miniskirt, a piece of overalls, albeit thick, leading to Elle, and just a salad wrapped around his chest. Isn't this cold?

Well, in the original, Erica only seems to lick the mountain climb called lacquer waste in her disguise and breaks through the snowstorm mountain, and most importantly, I guess the main party isn't like going into one thing there, given its overall thin wear. That's the specification of the game again.

"It's a waste of time staying any longer. Let's go home."

"Let's do that. By the way, is Harold going back to King's Capital now?

"Yes."

"Wang Du. I haven't been there in about two years."

"What do you want with Wang Du?

"I mean, I'm following Harold."

"What?"

Even El, who naturally tries to accompany him. Trying to reject it instantly, but Harold caught my mind.

Harold, who has already been expelled from the Knights, will be spending time in a room at the Institute if he returns to the King's Capital. And the laboratory has Justus.

Wouldn't it also be possible to get information if we could bring Elle in with Justus?

Harold has original knowledge, thereby roughly knowing what stage Justus will take by whatever means and what will happen. However, it is difficult to crush the origins of the plan while its progress remains unclear, and even if it can be done, there is a risk that the original knowledge, which is the greatest advantage, will become useless due to a significant divergence from the original.

So what Harold had in mind was always to take a later step. This is Counter Attack, a quick countermeasure to the events that Justus will have.

It is the main characters, the liners, who will actually get them to move, but secretly supporting it will be a major goal in the future. I've gathered real people for that, and this time I was lucky enough to pull Elle in.

Perhaps if we could use Elle's help, we could also explore what stage Justus' plan is at.

"There's going to be plenty of opportunities to make contact, and I'd like to make sure Harold's base is clear."

"Hmm, on your own"

It does make a lot of sense to look at each other, and what you're saying makes sense. Besides, Elle wouldn't have to worry about leaking this information even if he was facing Justus.

What bothers me is how far Elle knows about Harold.

I seem to grasp the series of flows that have taken the edge of joining the Knights to this day, but what about before that? Not surprisingly, given Giffelt's power, it's even looked up Colette and LP farming methods, but there's no certainty.

It can also be assumed that he was suspiciously exposed for asking for a halt.

It was a time when I was worried about her alone. Reefa, who had been stationary on the way, abruptly declared:

"I'll follow you, too!

I felt like time had stopped for too puzzling a statement.

I don't understand why Reefa should come after Harold and the others.

"You have a delightful thought circuit. It's full of glitches and needs maintenance."

"What, Elle's good and I can't?

I was put through the irony lightly, but in short, that's exactly what I'm saying. Reefa doesn't have a story to go on unless she's one of the liners.

If you're in this world where you're not bound by scenarios, you can also choose a route where Reefa doesn't meet the liner, but naturally the protagonist's fighting power drops. Reefa is particularly instrumental in resolving the spirits that are occurring in Smeragi territory.

If she puts it on this side, it will cause more damage than Harold assumed. I want to avoid that too.

"That's right. I don't need your help."

"I'm not going to be one of your men either. I was worried about Elle, so I told him I would follow him to the King's Landing. Then I'll go back to my village."

Reefa says so - peeling his teeth off all the time.

Apparently, Harold just made an early point, and even as her, she didn't mean to offer to accompany him.

But only to the King's Capital, that's not a big deal. It is also advantageous in the sense of ensuring the safety of Reefa, as he is not necessarily involved in an accidental death during his return alone.

"Worried? Is that him?

"Yeah, that's right. Harold, there's no way you're gonna let Elle handle this."

What are you, Elle?

Feeling the lack of trust, Harold was able to enjoy such a scratch.

Elle turns an unexplained glance at Harold as he moves his oblique forward.

A face that looks grumpy rather than faceless. I'm not making a tannic surface, I guess that's the default for him. Poor eyesight may also be one reason why you seem grumpy.

Three days away from Guillain Snow Mountain. The look on his face that Elle saw is just such a grumpy thing and the sarcastically distorted grin that often floats when provoking Reefa.

Harold doesn't have a lot of mouth, but his mouth is really bad. So much so that I just think I'm always doing everything I can to make enemies around me.

I still can't weigh in on the inside, but judging by the outside alone, I wouldn't be much of a person with a good personality. Even from the complacent El who has dealt with people who are more habitual than men, he is a jumping through in a bad way.

I would never have thought to go down there without the condition that I could get information about the memory of the stars. If that turns out to be false too, I'm not lost in disappearing immediately.

That's what Elle feels like after just a few moments together.

The human mood near Harold from day to day was speculative.

Emotions such as animosity, disgust, and contempt emanating from numerous surroundings.

The place is supposed to be silent, but I'm still going to hear the fantasy of cursing gossip.

This was his assessment in Harold's affiliated 'Astral Research and Development Institute'.

Next to Elle, Reefa, who has always been fine, is holding herself back. I was pretty excited about the first empty ship I ever boarded in my life until a few hours ago.

Reefa, who is supposed to be more concerned than a regular person, is frightened to this point by emotions directed at him other than himself. Kaku Elle was also walking slowly with a strong consciousness so as not to be fast paced by suppressing the urge to leave this place as soon as possible.

So much so that the evil feelings that humans in this institute turn to Harold were harsh.

It didn't look like Harold was moving in all that emotion.

I have no fear of piercing evil emotions, nor do I manifest my anger in an attempt to counter them. I didn't even show a bare gesture that I was sick of pioneering, and I didn't try to erase my expression in an unconscious way.

indifference. That was the most appropriate word to describe Harold's condition.

(I wonder if I can get this far if I follow how...)

It is difficult to completely ignore people who are interested in themselves, whether friendly or hostile. This is all the more so if the interest is extremely strong and even numerous.

I suspect you have a flaw in the sensibility you should be a person.

If not, and you're doing it intentionally for any reason, enough to get rid of the good and the bad and impressive.

Harold stops inadvertently. Right in front of you, around the hallway, the white door there.

The noise of an inorganic knock rings. A few seconds after that, Gachari and the door opened.

It was a man who appeared to be in his thirties or so. He flashed his face the moment he found out that the Lord of Knock was Harold. He still hates me as much as a snake scorpion.

"... what can I do for you?

"Don't listen to what I understand, you imbecile. You want to go that far and boast a degree of low?

Open your mouth and you'll hate it.

It is the result of a very harsh environment but entirely deserved. There is no room for sympathy.

Though it may be an unnecessary substitute for Harold, who doesn't even seem to care about the people around him.

The rambling man instantly dyes his face bright red and his eyes hang in a rugged manner. It was obvious that he was furious.

Shivering in anger, the man nevertheless manages to take Harold's word for himself.

"The director is in the middle of an experiment. I'll report you later."

"My report should be notified to be of the highest priority. Have you even forgotten that? Then let him know I'm back. I would be able to use a memory like yours as much as a foolish picture of a toddler. Well, if you can't do it, I won't impose it."

One dislike after another pops up as much as I listen and don't pull. I was convinced when I heard this, but the provocation against Reefa seemed a lot less. The sharpness of the language is out of step.

The man was floating with enough insurance ministers to wonder if he would still be angry when it came to death. And that's when the two sinister atmospheres reached their culmination.

"I think there's something beneficial about arguing and there's nothing beneficial about it. Which do you think you're trying to do? My predictions are going to be useless."

A voice so flat that I suspect people uttered it. That came from the back of the room.

a grey-haired man with a thin, vibrant face. Its back is slightly cat-backed while it is long and lean, giving the impression that it is somewhere weak. His eyes caught his attention, among other things, with inorganic blunt light in his appearance.

Justus Freund. One of the leading scientists in the kingdom was there.