My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Needless to say, Erica is a natural enemy to Harold. Because it threatens to deviate from the original route if it does not give a bad impression enough to shake off the lowest value, thereby endangering the total annihilation of the main party. That would make it almost impossible to stop Justus from planning.

And Itsuki, Erica's brother, is also troublesome. I feel like somehow my liking from Itsuki is kansting within a while of seeing him, but I'm not surprised when he was up so much. I'm still more convinced when they say it's an act.

This means that what you're trying to say is that the Smeragi brothers and sisters are strong enough enemies to shoulder to the Justus of Las Bosses.

Harold wakes himself up and his body as he renews such recognition. I feel like I've been having some kind of nightmare, but on second thought, what I'm waiting for today is more of a nightmare.

I didn't want to wake up, but when I looked at the clock provided in the room, the time was already before noon. I guess it's been such a long time since I slept badly last night. The knockers in the room reward the visitors when they are in a slow motion.

It's a signal that a messenger has arrived inviting Harold into a nightmare.

"Morning. Did you sleep well last night?

……

When I opened the door, there was a sign of Itsuki there. He greets me plainly, but Harold doesn't have the strength to return the word.

You can't run anymore. Then I wanted to end it without my heart and without feeling anything.

"Sounds like you're having trouble sleeping. I looked forward to seeing Erica and saw her sleep was shallow."

"I understand your eyes are a pit saver."

It could be all one class of sedition skills to come pinching the sedition at the opening. This kind of thing develops into real fights if you can't give up the place, so be careful when doing it.

I can't help but immerse myself in the escape of reality thinking about things like that.

"Show me now."

"You're more resistant than I thought."

"Troubleshooting is a doctrine that ends quickly. Kill every man who comes to the venue, and it'll all be over soon."

"I understand you're still doing well today."

Check out the hotel and exit to the city of Cabran. It was night that we arrived so we didn't know the streets, but the waterway is the first thing that catches our attention in this city. It is strewn all over the city, with many small boats crossing it.

"You seem concerned about the waterway. Cabran is also known as Springwater Township, and its origins constantly spring from the mountains -"

Suddenly the Kabran course by Itsuki begins. In summary, it's a city blessed with beautiful water, and that waterway stretches all over the city, and in Cabran, travel by boat seems to be a more mainstream means than carriage. Is Cabran's baby famous for anecdotes that he learns how to steer before he walks?

Certainly the number of small boats was higher than the carriage going on the road.

Itsuki proudly talks about the beauty of Kabulan. Do you want me to think a lot about the home of my married partner, even with him?

Even then, Harold and Itsuki walk through the city of Kabulan in vain to their destination. Itsuki, who accidentally blushed along the way, said, "Maybe I'm dating Harold before Erica? I almost accidentally kicked it off into the waterway when I said," etc.

Harold thinks he wants to praise himself for being critical and restrained.

I ended up arriving at my destination in about twenty minutes, missing the time to ask what I wanted to hear. This is where Itsuki's wedding partner lives. So Harold remembered something important.

"Hey, what's the name of the woman who's gonna be your daughter-in-law?

"Speaking of which, you didn't say. It's Sylvie Berlioz. She's the second daughter of the Berlioz family."

Harold puts in the minimum personal data that Itsuki tells him. It wouldn't be a good idea to not even know the name of the guest of honor, no matter how much. Well, the most awkward thing is the bad mouth.

Determine to remain as silent as possible in front of the Berlioz family officials. The ideal is to just introduce yourself and not chat at all. Then I might go by the figure that it's oligarchy and unfathomable, but quite courteous.

The celebration starts today for three days. In the meantime alone, I managed to mislead.

Let's go, Lord.

"Hmm."

I laugh lightly as Itsuki accentuates the name "Lord”. Harold gave it back just to him, who seemed visibly entertained.

But inside, I feel anxious that I would be okay to go in.

Nothing. Harold doesn't have a human copybook out there if he's not a prize neck. It's the names and bad reviews that make you quite familiar, but few people will know your face. Even if someone knew Harold, it wouldn't mean he'd be caught, not a criminal.

Nonetheless, the person of the day dives the gate frightened. Being hostile is the harm that has become routine.

It doesn't change that sexual roots are cautious, even if their attitudes are forced to grow larger. It makes me want to switch unintentionally, but I think it's dangerous to cause a storm of cursing noise in this House.

and others. He was a stuffy Harold by himself, but Itsuki, one of the main guests of the celebration and

At the point in line, I did not do anything hostile from the people in this House.

Every now and then, the servants of the mansion speak to Itsuki. Everyone was amused and seemed happy. Even from the side, it conveys that Itsuki is admired and that she must be celebrating her marriage wholeheartedly.

In that case, nature and servant interest also turn to Harold, when Itsuki says, "It's my friend Lord Struce. He looks scary and he's an oligarchy man, but he's not a bad person," so Harold spent his time turning him into a silent meeting machine.

Proceed through the mansion repeatedly doing that several times. And Itsuki stopped that leg in front of a certain door.

Apparently, Erica is here. I'm not comfortable with it, but I don't like it when I haven't let you see my face in a few years, but it makes me nervous.

Itsuki knocked on the door without leaving Harold like that.

"It's Itsuki. Are you there, Erica?

"Brother? I'll stay a little longer."

"Excuse me."

Only really checked his location. Itsuki opened the door just to say that she didn't care what the response was about.

But while I was shifting my body and putting Harold on the arrow,

A door that opens smoothly without being blocked. Vision expanded and there was a person sitting in the back of the room.

Thin red kimono reminiscent of Sakura petals and long stretched brunette hair than I can remember. Having grown taller, my body was growing from a girl's to a woman's.

Whether opening the door of the room created a wind passage between the window across the street or a glimpse of wind blows through. Dark hair flickered soundlessly in the wind.

It was skin like white balls that became dewy. There was no dullness in the smooth, fine skin reminiscent of ceramics, and the whiteness of the neck muscles, shoulders, and shoulder blades was even dazzling. Colorful fragrance with a glossy finish. That alone is a luscious appearance that confuses a number of men.

I understood that there were only kimonos after the sight burned firmly in the back of my brain.

Bad, I didn't even have time to think. Sensing that the door had opened, Erica turned her back on Harold.

"Please wait..."

Erica's line breaks again. That's not because someone blocked me.

Harold and Erica, because we have each other's eyes.

The stone statues also harden. Erica's face, who apparently grasped the situation by placing it between beats, no, her neck to top instantly dyed to a pearlescent color.

It was not the two people in the vortex who took them off the rigidity as soon as possible in that, but Yuno, Erica's squire.

"And excuse me."

It was rare for her not to have stretched the end of the story. Maybe that's all Yuno was upset about. All distracted by Erica, Harold hadn't been able to recognize her presence, but she was probably in the middle of helping Erica dress.

That's how she rises to protect the maiden's soft skin. The bad luck would have been that I was in such a hurry that there was no more. He held his foot with his hands on his kimono and fell into the bed, which was on the Erika sides.

"Geez."

"Also, I'm sorry Erica ~..."

And what was completed was a schematic of Yuno covering himself with Erica, whose kimono was still full and whose chest was in danger. Both look impeccable by describing them as beautiful women. Erica, who is being pushed down, is dyeing that face by shame.

It was a totally blooming sight of lily flowers.

"... I don't know about your hobbies, but don't serve them in public, bitches."

The follow up to "I don't think women would be bad for each other if they were good" with a mouthful of guts still doesn't make a lot of sense, just a bitch call. I can't wait to close the door, but from Itsuki, who was witnessing a series of currents, I get stuck saying that I'm as relentless as ever.

It was just unconvincing Harold to be told by Itsuki, who created this situation.

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"Sorry......"

Itsuki is grounded in front of Harold now. It's Harold and Erica he's apologizing for.

I want to suspect that this man is really going to marry me in a miserable way.

Erica is silent due to anger, against Harold, who can't tell you anything. By the way, in front of the dungeon, a flat-handed strike by a well-dressed Erica struck Itsuki. It is an intense blow to the back after being stuffed with no expression. It sounded amazing.

I guess it was my back, not my cheek, because I'm refraining from celebrating. I don't dress up with bright red leaves floating on the groom's cheek. That would be a good laugh, but it wasn't a laugh for Harold, who threatened to eat anything on his face if he could carry it the way it was originally written.

"Um, healing magic on my back because I reflected..."

"Did you say anything?

Erica's voice is cold. Finally, the temperature of the eyes that are looking down at Itsuki is also cooling off.

It's like looking at garbage if you like. I never thought Erica, the incarnation of mercy, could have eyes like this.

As for Harold, I wanted to stir him up here as much as "You're less than a bug-like beast, you're a garbage worm," but I decided to get off topic for fear Erica's anger would jump on me.

"Come on. I hate wasting my time."

"Oh, yeah. Harold to the Sylvies too...... I have to introduce you to Lord, don't I?

A brother begging his sister. Very pitiful.

Erica finally quenches her anger over whether that pity bought her pity.

"Don't do this again"

"Oh. Swear to God"

"Ha, not at all...... please stand. Servings get dirty."

"Come on... it was terrible."

"You know the word you deserve?

"You've never heard of it. Is that a mistake with the peppercorn from the shelf?

"The Buddha's face seems to be up to three times, but how many times am I human? Brother."

Erica, who is supposed to smile but whose eyes and voice are not laughing. Now Itsuki's face turns blue. Harold thinks about whether I'm going to be yellow or green next.

With such a commotion, it is time to finally meet the Berlioz family, the lord of this mansion.

Is my back hurting? It was the main hall of the annex connected by a passage with the mansion that led me to Itsuki, a foothold that was not anywhere near me. It's the main venue for the celebration, and the Berlioz family is there, apparently.

Anyway, try to be conscious and be silent, and renew your feelings. The determination broke apart just seconds after stepping into the great hall.

"There's a gap!

Surge. Something pops out of the shadow of an inner opening door with a hanging voice. In his hand was a weapon-like object shaped like a sword. It's already the other guy's time, and now Harold's not carrying a weapon. A predicament visited abruptly.

The murder blade attacked Harold.