My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

"What... thing?

I don't understand the meaning of the words uttered by Justus...... no, you don't want to. Reefa squeaks so much as she manifests a palpable upset.

Seeing her like that, Elle realized she was making a mistake.

That's all I had told Reefa that Harold was a subject in a certain study. Details of this are empirical tests of "weapons that amplify power by cutting their own lives”. It is clear that it is an inhumane study.

Still, neither did Elle publish the fact nor tell Reefa, because it was not necessary.

First of all, at a time when the study is silent on the upper echelons of power in the state and politics, publishing even poses a great risk of knowing the existence of the study. It's like throwing your life away if you're going to use it in a deal, like making it public for an unrelated human being. Elle doesn't have that much justice together, nor does he have journalism that is full of antibones about power.

Not to mention if you don't want to do that, but it stands out. It would only be a foolishness for a Giffelt human to receive attention as an individual.

This is nothing limited to Harold's case. If I told you, I just compared the risk to the return and decided the risk was greater.

That's what Elle had been thinking for a long time, and what he actually found out by trying to be intimate was that Harold himself was trying to hide that fact. I can't read the intent exactly, but if he wants to, there's no room for Elle to pinch his mouth.

Harold and I are in a cooperative relationship. Because Elle cannot disobey Harold's intentions if he weighs the rewards he receives from it. Whether or not it is annotated that the promises made are true, it is the same thing in the end because they have not been ascertained to be true or false at this time.

So Harold's disgust with life-threatening research never revealed anything to anyone. I know Reefa is getting in love with Harold, but in a week's time, she'll be back home. That's what I thought before I realized that love would come goodbye, and that neither of us would ever see each other again.

I couldn't deny being told that it was a cold idea worthless of friends, but there was also the thought that it was for Reefa not to know the brutal reality. He said that it was best for everyone to end their current relationship, within a thin relationship, without realizing that they were in love.

All the more so if Harold doesn't have much time left.

But such Elle's thoughts came out on his back in a way that was nearest to the worst.

There's no way Reefa can keep her mouth shut when she hears this.

"Enjoy this place, Reefa"

"... sorry"

I knew it, but it didn't make sense to persuade me to whisper. There's no way he could have strangled Reefa with wings and retreated without making any noise or anything, and it's possible that Justus made him listen after he found out they existed in the first place.

Perhaps it was a paycheck for that.

I shouldn't have stepped in cheaply. Such regret and time were already late, Reefa also forgot to knock and opened the door leading to Justus' lab.

"!... How long have you guys been there?

Justus shows surprise at the two people who suddenly show up. A natural reaction that doesn't make you feel whiteness or anything.

It didn't look like an act, even though I was feeling manipulated by a well-prepared situation.

"Excuse me, I apologize for listening to you."

"What did you hear?

"... that Harold's life won't last long,"

"Ugh, it's a lie, isn't it? 'Cause you look so good... and I saw you train this morning! Moving around so fast that I don't think I'm human anymore... so I can't believe he's about to die..."

"Relax, Reefa"

The point of view is uncertain, and Leafa desperately tries to deny it in a language that does not get guidelines, whilst fooling her voice. I grab her shoulder like that, shake it gently and try to hold her mind tight, but the effect is thin.

Justus sighed as he watched the two interact.

"Sit there. Sounds like we need to ask each other something, and we'll treat you to tea or something."

When Justus stood up, he poured the tea, which was originally hot, into a teacup for three. I felt the aromatic aroma of tea leaves fill the room and stifle my heart.

Reefa regained some calm enough to help with that too. But we won't be able to talk calmly yet.

Sensing her condition like that, Justus has turned his spear on Elle.

"Well, let me start by telling you that I think I can talk to you well. What you did was a fine reconnaissance. Do you have any idea it's a criminal act?

"Yes, I'm sorry"

Elle bowed her head deeply. There is no room to pinch an explanation on this.

If I'm going to be exact, if I mislead you with my mouth, I'll have a big father-in-law to suspicion this one on Justus. This is a better place to honestly apologize and fit in the drop that a child has made a mistake.

Justus sighed again. It also looks like you're trying to forgive the frustration of scratching your head with your right hand. I can't tell if it's vegan or acting.

"Well, I'll admit that I had some fallacies, too, talking inadvertently, knowing you were coming. But what you've heard is a serious secret that you can't talk about."

"Confidential, that means…"

"Oh, it's an unshakeable fact that Harold will be dead soon."

So asserted, a leapha who was leaning down bites his voice to death. I could see him gripping both fists hard placed on his knees.

"- What is it?

The silent Riefa asks to soothe. His eyes were filled with tears.

"Why would Harold die?

"I told you it was confidential. I'm sorry, but I have to teach you something."

"Tell me! … please, I will…"

Polo and the tears that were being held fell zero out of Reefa's eyes.

Still, Reefa looks up, and his eyes look directly at Justus. After a lot of silence, it was Justus who took root first.

"Reefa, I want to ask you one question."

"What is it?

"The time you spent with Harold shouldn't be that long. Precision would still be about two weeks. And yet why are you so obsessed with him?

Yustus inquiry approaching the core.

Reefa began to reveal that mood while choosing words so as to ascertain her feelings.

◇

"... Harold is a nasty guy who often says sarcasm and his personality is crooked. We just hang out with each other every time we talk, we don't hear all kinds of rumors and maybe we're the worst people. But he appreciated my magic. He kept his word to me and fought without looking at the danger."

That was both delightful and more shocking to Reefa than that. I was wondering if there were people who would do that for me.

Reefa had questioned the power of magic from an early age. How can the same magic make a difference in power between people? Are there people who can't even use magic?

At first it was a pure question. But every time we follow the years, every time we gain new knowledge and values, the questions turn into problems.

Those who can use magic are rich, and those who do not are poor.

Those who can use magic are to the strong, and those who do not are to the weak.

That was not the absolute truth, but it was to apply to an approximate human being. They will create inequality, and the rich will be richer, and the poor will be poorer. Even in Reefa's hometown it was the same thing.

Farmers who could use the magic of earthly and water attributes were raised crops more efficiently than farmers who could not use magic. Because it takes an extraordinary reduction in the amount of work required to farm the soil and water it.

With less effort involved, the cost goes down, and with lower costs, the price goes down. Everyone will buy the same quality for the price. Magic also allowed me to get the job done in a shorter time than doing the work manually, and other jobs were possible in my free time. That is how inequality grows.

In agriculture, in livestock, in hunting, in manufacturing. Human beings with the right magic for the job blessed their lives more than their peers who did not. It was only natural that the magic would be applied heavily on the grounds that it was superior.

Proper material. Maybe that's all I'm saying.

But Reefa's parents, and Reefa herself, had no magical talent. The magic power itself, but the talent to exercise it as magic, was scarce. Even if I didn't like that and worked hard, I couldn't end up dealing with magic properly.

So the life of Reefa's house was poor and a lot of hard work.

Reefa never stopped thinking about breaking the status quo even in such an environment. And then one time I get to one answer.

If you can't use magic on your own, I was wondering if you should be able to use magic by another means. And what I came up with is the exercise of magic using scientific aids.

I thought that if this could happen, I could save my parents, people who couldn't use a lot of magic. At its heart, Reefa entered the study. Day and night, he continued to indulge in research even when he neglected to sleep.

By the time he realized that, Reefa had been branded a stranger by a person in the village and had been distracted from her parents from being able to do so. Alone, it was.

No one should have acknowledged Reefa's efforts. Maybe that was something that couldn't be done either.

Reefa's idea deviated so much from common sense in this world. I guess it only showed up as a fool desperate to realize an unlikely delusion from around him. Reefa was just a girl under the age of ten at the time. Maybe she looked creepy.

Then Reefa became adamant about her research. For me is the crystal of the effort that has accumulated, the very meaning that has lived.

Reefa didn't even know if she wanted to save those who were suffering now or if she wanted to give back those who had limited herself. Maybe he just wants to leave a sign that he's been working hard.

That's why I was glad when Harold rated his magic as an "effective means of attacking," even with sarcasm. He found it useful, even if not sincerely, and thus made a connection with Justus for further evolution.

I have the certainty that my magic will take me to the next stage.

"I can't thank Harold enough. I want to return the favor I've always received one day. That's what I think..."

How could I die? I swallowed the word.

A line that can't be said face to face with very much in person. I couldn't be honest in front of Harold even though I appreciate it. But I always wanted to be honest.

"Even if Harold was a bad guy to everyone, he's important to me. So if Harold doesn't have much time left, I want to do what I can for him."

Harold is dying soon. Just imagine that. An intolerable sense of loss comes to my mind and my chest is tightened. Before I knew it, Harold's presence had grown so much in Reefa.

Wipe seeping vision with cuffs.

"I don't like to drop him off without knowing anything about him..."

It would be just selfishness.

But that was Reefa's untrue truth.

"Ha... he's a sinful man too. I don't know what's good about that kind of sexual evil."

Justus sips tea whining like a shudder. And when I sat back deep in the chair, I looked up at the ceiling.

I thought I had been cruising around a lot as I was in that position, and I moaned and opened my mouth to say that I had surrendered.

"Absolutely useless to say otherwise... no, you're not. If we can make it into something we didn't hear anything about today on this occasion, let's talk. That secret he's carrying."