My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Gardens on laboratory premises. A stone fountain is provided in its centre, from which clear water flows through the waterways derived.

Without looking at such a stream of water or the flowers blooming in the flowerbed, Harold, sitting on the bench, watched the distant sky with his hands together on his lap. The blue sky is the one in his eyes, but Harold's eyes didn't see anything. In that mood are two heavy letters of "regret”.

(I'm in good shape......)

I can't deny the feeling that I got ahead of myself by getting the comforting side of the original character named Elle.

The opponent is Justus. It's Las Bosses.

I should have sworn to move carefully, but I resent my stupidity for appearing so light-hearted as soon as the wind got better.

The worst part is that I've been thoroughly suspected of the existence of an El that could have been a trump card. If you mark Elle, you may be restricted from acting alone.

This would undo the pace of securing personnel and strengthening the liners that were supposed to go up. If the suspicion makes the surveillance eyes tighter, it could be worse than the plan I had in mind. A torrent of self-loathing rages in Harold's chest.

A shadow approaching under him being struck like that. The gaze remained pointed at the sky, but the signs were somewhat perceptible as to whose.

"Next door, okay?

"... don't try to sit down from the start as long as you ask permission"

"But this isn't Harold's designated seat."

Elle, who slashed Harold's dislike straight from the front, sat right next to him. That said, there was enough distance between us that another person seemed to be able to sit.

Keep both mouths shut, quiet time flows.

Wouldn't it be suspicious to be alone in such an unpopular place again? I also thought about it, but soon I think it's even more so now. That word of Justus is definitely the first threat to "I've got eyes on you".

If you insisted that we were just having a grand chat here, you wouldn't even be pursuing it. If this is the only place with open vision, I can see the whole thing even if someone approaches me. Don't worry about being eavesdropped.

With that in mind, Elle finally opened his mouth. The first word of it was an apology.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't get the results I wanted, or I gave him a gap to get into."

I couldn't give that word back to you.

There is no need for Elle to make an apology. Rather, I didn't have to make a fatal mistake on that occasion because Elle followed me. In the first place, Elle is a person who deals with information, and the role given this time is never what can be called the right material.

The bad news is, you're the one who made the wrong decision. That stains me so much that I don't like it. Because I'm in the middle of self-loathing right now.

"Don't think about it. I told you I wasn't expecting it."

"... right, right, right"

"You feel responsible for your mistake, but don't drag it around and do anything that will have a negative impact later. If that's enough to leave you with the possibility of falling into that state, cut off your self-blame right now."

"Are you going to encourage that?

"You think that could happen?

"Right. But, well, if that's the case, I'll just switch."

Elle stretches her hands out to heaven and stretches her back. It may be my fault, but my voice tone also slightly lightened.

Oh, and one big exhale. And I went on like this with a slightly troubled face.

"Problem is, I can get back on my feet with this, but Reefa's not."

"What?

"I think he regrets riding Justus' invitation with a spinal reflex."

That's the wrong thing to do. It was Harold herself who allowed Reefa to accompany her and even brought her to this institute in overlapping words, and she was just used and involved.

Even from Reefa's point of view, it is Justus who is more interested than Harold. Well, even if it does, it's a lot of trouble, so I'll stop it.

Did you feel the indissolubility from Harold's expression, Elle leaning his neck?

"Is that so surprising? If I pull my friend's leg, it'll make me sick."

"... I don't remember being friends with him"

"Maybe, but Harold doesn't have many friends."

That's what Elle said as he turned his eyes to look at the stunned thing. Harold can't argue with that.

Is it Itsuki who says he's my friend and floats first? I've seen him less often lately, but my intimacy is still uninterrupted. I've been dating for eight years now.

Otherwise, however, the person in question did not come to mind.

Rhiner and I fought in a fight five years ago, and we're not related enough to call ourselves friends. Robinson, Sid, Eileen, and the Knights' peers are similar. I haven't seen my face since I left the Knights.

Zen, a servant of the mansion, is also higher on Harold when it comes to his mental age, but has a faint feeling that he and his friends are due to his actual age being apart. And as far as Erica is concerned, he's one of the dog monkeys.

In conclusion, Harold's only friend would be Itsuki. Think again. Relationships are scarce and friendships are narrow. I could basically say that was also an impossible story because even if I approached them from myself, they would only hurt me by a mouth shot.

Such a self-defense, while losing words speak.

"We don't need a relationship that just tames us. Friends and all that."

"I wonder if it depends on people there. Sounds important to Reefa."

It's a mystery how you recognized yourself as a friend in a phrase that kept getting stirred up on the road so far, but I don't know how that feels. That's why if Harold went to comfort him in a light-hearted way, he'd be holding that mouth and oiling the fire.

I just want to tell her that I don't care because she seems depressed there as far as Elle is concerned.

But now we have to put it away for a while.

"Well, I don't care about that"

To be honest, I didn't care, but I had something I wanted to tell Elle, so I couldn't help but change the subject. You should tell them within the now that someone is not worried about asking.

"More than that, I'm talking about the work that I'm giving you."

"Let's hear it."

I sensed the air and corrected Elle's absence.

There are two things I want Elle to do. But before I do, I have to explain a certain group of people that Harold sewed between assignments to recruit personnel under the water.

"You need to use your powers to run the organization I started."

"Harold's organization?

"It's a group of mercenaries called 'Frieri'."

In the original, he quit the Knights. An organization that recruited flush mercenaries that Cody was starting. Escorts, wars, monster crusades and ends are organizations close to stores that do everything from searching for things.

But now Cody belongs to the Knights because of Harold's numerous actions. On the contrary, it fulfilled some more until its birth than the original.

There is an event that would otherwise be cleared with the help of Frieri, but it collapsed out of the great premise that Cody would quit the Knights. If that happens, Frielli's launch itself disappears. In other words, it threatened to interfere with the progress of the original.

That's why Harold founded Frieri himself. Fortunately, the task had left me firmly behind in Harold's name some of the profits generated by the LP farming method, so I would not be bothered by the source of funding for the initial costs.

"Do you want me to run that group? I've never commanded a battle before."

"That's what people in the field do. You are given the authority to decide whether or not to take action. Also, how do we move it?"

"... are you serious about giving me that authority?

I also know how Elle feels about wanting to say that. Again, this would be a difficult extraction to say is the right material.

But Elle has the ability to make it happen. Elle is a person who can get the situation right, wide and deep based on a lot of information. Even though it is difficult to direct battles and serve as a military teacher, I can demonstrate the ability I have in terms of running an organization.

Above all, there is no one in the understaffed Harold faction who seems to be able to take more command of Frieri than Elle. Had I not accidentally been able to keep Elle company, Harold or one of the mercenaries I collected would have had to assume that role. Either way, the anxiety that the load would win too much was considerable.

"I set the course of action for you as an organization, and I'll give you the instructions you need. It's your job to do fine work other than what you're instructed to do, and it's your job to run the frieries in situations where I can't get around."

"That's easy for you to say. Isn't that responsible?"

Oh, boy, and exhale.

I only show that degree of reaction while speaking of being responsible. On the contrary, he whispered, "Maybe I'm pretty trusted...?" It is the end of whining so that it sounds deliberate.

I naturally ignored Elle's whining because he seemed to be able to afford it.

"By the way, what about Frieri's personnel?

"Fourteen, but not enough. I'll have the best human scouts caught up in your network."

"Fine, but what about the money? It's hard to pull through a mercenary without a lot of money."

"If you hire mercenaries, I'll pay you in words."

It's not a joke or anything, the funds in Harold's name are swelling up to an amount that's not even that fart. Had it not been for the death flag and the future of world collapse awaiting us, we would have now been hiding and living a leisurely and comfortable life.

Well, if I hadn't been possessed by Harold in the first place, I wouldn't have developed the LP farming method and tried to rebuild the Smeraggi family, and that's the hard part.

"I'm generous. Where the hell did that money come from?

"We don't need to talk that far"

"Too bad. Well, I understand what the story is about, and then I just want to see what that frieri looks like in this eye..."

Cut the words and roar like Elle thinks. The gaze was directed at the lab building.

In detail, probably around the reception room where I was with Justus until earlier. That's all the cloudy words my butt hurts to figure out.

I'm pretty sure Elle was recognized as a cautious person in an earlier face-to-face meeting. Would a cautious Justus let such an opponent sag freely around himself?

I can't be that optimistic. I've just seen my painful eyes in good shape. We should take action here after we consider ourselves alert.

"If there's a way we can scratch his surveillance, can we do it right now?

"I don't want to do that. Well, come on, I'll think of a way to do that, but I need you to do me a favor on my current terms."

"... say it"

"First of all, it's about my contact with Frieri, but I want to go alone. I need something to prove that Harold used it."

"Answer the reason."

"Because I need it to mislead Justus' eyes."

I wonder if it would be less noticeable to move alone.

Certainly evil stands out with Harold, and it looks like he's up to something. It will still be.

"So I want you to tell Frieri in advance that I'm going alone. It would be helpful if you could lay low on my appearance, age, and gender. For once, I don't want to give you too much extra information because I want to hide it."

"Aren't you hoping to spread Giffelt's name?

"That's only to leverage and foil information gathering. It's risky to be known as Giffelt by personal requirements"

"Well, I hope it goes without delay."

I know what Elle has to say, and I have no reason to refuse. Stick it up. Then the negotiations are broken, and even if that happens, I'm in trouble.

Elle's request should not be refused as far as it is impossible. Elle seems to think he has become a subordinate, but the truth is that Harold is in a better "buddy" state.

But what if the original named Giffelt to the liners because that would benefit them as a clan? Maybe he knew supporting the liners was a way to get to the memory of the stars.

Though it is a cluttered idea that forced rationality into the system on the game.

"It'll help. And one last thing."

Elle's words pull off deep diving thoughts.

This was not something to think about right now.

"Is there more? Stupid bastard."

"Don't say that because it's no big deal. I just need a few hours during the day tomorrow."

It really wasn't a big deal.

Tomorrow, I basically have some spare time because I don't have a mission scheduled for a while to come. It's elegant enough to make as much time as you want. If you get out of your mind, you'll die. If you don't even get an annotation that if you do, it's expensive.

"Wouldn't that be a nagging requirement?

"Of course it matters. For us to come."

El with a deep grin. Harold never noticed the meaning contained there.