My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Something's wrong with Reefa lately. Harold felt that way, obviously because his chances of face-to-face appearance were drastically reduced.

However, it may have been considered a coincidence, but as soon as I saw Harold, if I saw the behavior of turning my heel back to the original one, I would not talk about it. Perhaps he is distracted by his disgust with the poisonous tongue.

Harold last exchanged words with Reefa a few days ago. It was when he whispered to Reefa that he was touring his usual early morning workouts: "You should stop walking alone in the lab," he warned her. That also turned out to be indicative irony, but maybe that's why.

Looking at the attitude so far, it was no surprise that there was a lot of stacking up and that happened.

It doesn't have the merit of being hated by her, but unlike her Erica counterpart, it's not absolute, and I have trouble getting saddled by Yustus. In case that's going to happen, you also have to think about taking it into your own camp, not the worst main party.

This is how we are exploring the response in the once and for all, but apparently Elle knows why Reefa's attitude has changed. It also doesn't seem like something very serious is happening, although it doesn't tell us in detail why, and it's salvation that it seems unlikely to be detrimental to Harold.

Anyway, although I care about Reefa's modulation, it was gratifying to have Elle just next door to me to make things extraordinarily less worrying. The more I rely on Elle to think that he would do most of the work.

Especially if you have to leave the institute at the mercy of Justus, as you do now.

(... and I don't know if it's up to the rendezvous point yet)

A few days ago, Justus called me in and told me it was a new assignment. That's every time in itself, but the difference was that it does the job requested by a third party, not by Justus himself.

Much has passed under Justus, but I have never had a case like this before.

So far, I've been told exactly where I'm going and what I'm going to do, but only this time, I hear directly from my client at the rendezvous site. By the way, it has been said in advance that there is no veto.

Even stranger, I got a message from that Justus last night. In itself, there have been many times before, but as the content reads, "Beware of excessive use of force. Keep in mind that your life won't last long anymore, Harold," was an inexplicable thing.

Power, that would be the word used to refer to the sword manufactured by Justus. The sword in which the crystal is embedded sucks the magic of the user and gives him a powerful force at the price of cutting his life - the setting. He convinced the outside world to put Harold, a dangerous person, under his command by putting him at such a risk. I mean, 800 lies.

It's a justus twist based on the grounds that the Knights' upper echelons and councillors came to determine Harold to be dangerous in the first place, but that's why there's no point in him paying such attention to Harold.

Thinking about it, is that the message was sent to a third party that is not Harold?

(Actually, that message has been bugged and deliberately to take it backwards... or something?

Harold drops his eyes on a machine wrapped around his arm like a wristband.

It is a terminal device developed by Justus that has made it possible to send audio by passing a special astral body through a substance with the same source of magic. It seems to be a substitute for running science with magic, but the mechanism is still refreshing because she was told with a laugh in her nose that she would not understand if she explained the details.

I'm convinced that's what it is for now because I'm angry with that attitude but I can't understand that kind of highly specialized knowledge to Harold in fact.

Once explained, it's a system of recording and sending audio once, so you can't interact in real time like a phone call, and that's all it takes to reach them when the distance leaves. It is a groundbreaking invention in this world where no telephone exists, though.

What Harold is wearing is also a prototype for practical use. Successful commercialization will increase Justus' reputation again and warm his nostalgia.

That's how Harold is rocked by the prepared carriage, all sorts of unknown.

A full two days have passed since I left Wang Capital. Already the sun is hiding half way on the horizon, and the carriage starts to slow down when you're feeling depressed about whether you're going to stay up all night like this today, etc.

When it stopped completely as it was, the door opened from the outside.

"Arrival. Come on down."

A very unfathomable carriage rider unloads the talap.

I got out of the carriage and it was like a square in the city. Is it a downtown area? Street lights and storefronts are lit, overflowing with people's liveliness even though the night is close.

But it's not in Harold's memory. Probably not appearing in the game, or where it wasn't drawn on the map within the scope of action, even if it was.

"Where am I?

"It's Cabran."

It's a city that hasn't come out of the game, but that name I've heard of in my life as Harold. I don't know if the term "local city" is correct in this world, but it is a city that has grown big enough to count among the cities dotted in the country with the exception of Wang Du.

"What do you want me to do here?

"I haven't heard. My job is to get you here."

Leaving that behind, the rider rode off in a carriage.

Wouldn't this just be a lot? You don't even know what to do in a strange city. You just have to get stuck in this place. It was when I was twilight on the way.

"What's the matter with you standing around like that?

I was called out of my back like that.

Harold reacts to that voice reflexively. Normally, I would have immediately noticed. To the fact that the voice is something I miss and am used to hearing.

"It's none of your business."

Looking back, Harold sees the Lord of his voice and loses his words. The expression was a rare stunner to him.

"Doesn't that mean it doesn't matter? It's me and you."

"... why are you here, Itsuki"

Itsuki Smeragi, who can also be called Harold's only friend as Erica's brother, was there.

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The day after Harold left on a new assignment. No heart or the air in the laboratory felt calmer than usual. Will this also be the effect of Harold's absence?

And Reefa, who is turning into an extraordinary roommate, had also regained some calm that had not happened in the past few days. However, the meaning differs one hundred and eighty degrees from that of other humans.

Now she's in a "faceless” state instead of Harold's "I don't even want to see her face” state. Besides, he didn't seem to have thought of the cause yet.

(I can't believe this is happening. Love...... a quick one, but I'm pretty sure you're aware of it)

That day, when Reefa sensed signs of leaving the room early in the morning, Elle followed her unnoticed. To follow Harold's instructions not to leave Reefa alone as much as possible.

Oh, my God. A walk. To Harold I met in the middle of it, perhaps Reefa felt something intense called heterosexual attraction.

The level of appearance itself is very high as long as you meditate on Harold's ever-grumpy expression and even the sharp glance that is likely to shoot people. Harold is top notch in terms of appearance, even from a number of humans and face-to-face El.

A body forged to a neat face. It wouldn't be strange for some people to get their hips crushed on the spot if they whispered something in their ears while showing it off at all costs. Besides, he didn't look like he was doing it intentionally.

Natural lady. Harold might have such a talent. When I first visited this institute, Justus was teasing Harold with his local wives, but I don't think it might be an unfortunate pointer.

Reefa, whose emotions have been unstable here with such a history, seems to be able to get rid of clutter from his head today because he is awaiting discussion with Justus for the second time. It is precisely inspiring to prepare new ideas from the previous discussion and wait for the time to come.

As for Elle, the virtue of this switch of hers is the part she wants to apprentice. Pick up a set time within observing her like that.

"Come on, let's go, El!

"Yes, sir."

The clock and the glittering Reefa try to get Elle out of the room with all the momentum he's been dragging. Elle, who has no hobby of being dragged down the floor, decided to follow along with his footsteps in order not to be delayed. You can't let her confront Justus by herself.

But it still looks like too much heat is in there. In addition to a strong sense of exploration, he may be making a leap to dispel unexplained modulation from himself.

Either way, it's too much power. For once, we are paying attention to Reefa herself, but we will need to follow her up so as not to give her a gap she manages to get stuck in.

To be honest, I don't really want to get involved with Justus. I already found it very difficult to read the information while hiding the circumstances from him.

But now it's like confessing that it can be dark to say no in line for further reasons. That insight and thought can be described as abnormal. You can call me a monster.

Elle scoffs at herself when she is doing something insane while I am on my way to a room where such a human being waits. but I just have to brace my belly because this is also a job entrusted to Harold.

That's why I came all the way to the front of Justus' lab, Elle, but knocking on the door didn't respond to anything. Usually a Yustus assistant who refrains inside should respond, but realizes there are no signs of people coming from indoors in the first place.

The time is already past dinner, but they are people who are entering the study day and night or whatever. Eat it. Sleep it. It's hard to imagine being gone at the same time.

"Is that it? Ain't nobody there?

Reefa reaching for the knob without hesitation. Shortly after stopping, the knob turned, making a rattling noise and the door opened.

Take a peek inside the room where the lights went out, but it's still deserted.

But if you look closely, there is a slight leak of light in the door leading to Justus' lab in the back of the room. I hear there's a lord in the room.

Elle wonders what happened to her. Normally, you can go in like this because you've been called for time. It wouldn't be conclusive evidence to insist that we just arrived, if we were to have a little glimpse of what's going on in the lab, and if we're good, we could possibly get a lot of information there.

But this unnaturally tidy situation is also beneficial to Justus.

This situation where Harold is not there and other researchers are paying for it. I have no doubt that it would be a great opportunity if Justus had the heart to put action on ourselves. If that were the case, an inadvertent step would be waiting for a painful handache.

Patrol. And the answer that Elle gave was to still risk it.

Harold has stabbed me with a nail telling me to make sure I'm safe before I act. But Elle was more distressed than anyone that he would not be able to pull anything out of Justus if he followed it. A tough opponent by that much.

Even though I work, I don't want to fight a man like that in front of me. Previous activities as Giffelt have also taken full safety margins, as Harold put it.

Then why didn't you choose that one this time? That's because even as an el, I was distracted. If I had been calm, I wouldn't have made a cheap decision so far.

It was the memory of the stars that Harold showed in the consideration of cooperating. A collection of information supposedly able to learn about the past, present and future of this planet, its forest universe.

From the Giffelt clan seeking knowledge and information, it is the grief of everyone belonging to the organization that holds it. It is not certain if it is true, but it is also said that the origin from which the group Giffelt was born was to find the memory of the stars.

If it doesn't help Harold, he'll be back clueless again. So first of all, Elle wanted to draw useful information in order to gain credibility from Harold.

Take the raised index finger in front of your mouth and give instructions in gesture to the reefa not to make any noise. When Leafa makes sure she understands it, Elle pokes through the room without making any noise at all. Reefa followed in horror behind it. It was an unfamiliar move, but it just didn't make any noise. It would be great.

Two people arrived behind the room, in front of a door leading to the laboratory in Justus. Close your ears carefully so that your shadow does not fall on the blind of the door. Pinch the door and Reefa goes into the same behavior.

And the two ears picked it up.

"- Beware of excessive use of force. Keep in mind that your life won't last long, Harold."

It was a pronouncement of life to Harold, which also seems merciless to Reefa now.