My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Though it didn't even go as a snort cry afterwards, the tidying up of things was extremely confusing.

We could not abandon the fainted, but we carried them into empty rooms, and consciousness needed to calm those who were trembling in the fear of something else, also in separate rooms. With such a sight on the sidelines, Harold decided to return to the room to which he was voluntarily addressed in an attempt to be discreet.

Their condition will get worse where I helped them, who are the culprits of things, and even if they stay in the venue, their gaze from around them hurts.

Erica, who embraces the fallen men, and Francis, who continues to dictate while helping with it. Itsuki trying to make it stop.

Harold shrugged his shoulder and disappeared from the spot. Bad for Itsuki, but well because I decided that Francis would be fine.

Francis J. Arklight.

Emerald green eyes on loose wavy blonde hair. I have the slight impression that I'm slightly narcissistic and not sloppy with women, but the core to pass through is a man who goes through well. My nickname is Fran.

Rapier is used in combat but lacks some firepower, and the physical attack value in the game is lower than Reefa's by margin than Erica or Colette's. Instead, there is plenty of magic that can be used and healing magic can be used, but it is not very user-friendly because the MP value is set to low.

Contrary to its characteristic nature, the term instrumental poverty applies. It looks exactly like Prince Look, or it's actually also the thirty-seventh prince to inherit the throne.

Nevertheless, he/she does not expect this if he/she does not think that the bowl will come around to him/herself or even has the desire to be king. He's not dissatisfied with the status quo where he can live freely, just because he has a title as a prince for once.

As you can see from all this, he's also the original character.

He's not as bad a man as he hates fur if he meditates on his eyes where a beautiful woman begins to dictate without eyes and moderation. Anyway, that's not what I can do because I accompany the liners, driven by the outrage of being the prince who stood above the people, who said it all himself in the game.

For this reason, it is not surprising that Erica was suddenly dictated, and there was such a portrayal in the game. What was unexpected was statements such as that no more hands would be given to other women.

Just so we're clear, it's like Harold, who doesn't hate Francis or anything like that. In other words, I can say that it is an unimaginable event.

Does that mean I fell in love with Erica so much? It should have been the perception of one of the beautiful women in the game, but if you look at that fever up, it's obvious you're in love more than the original.

I don't even know what caused it.

(Right, like Erica growing cleaner than the original?

The factor Harold can come up with is the limit around it, and there's no reason to know why it happened.

Well, no, I stretch my body gently to change my mood.

Keep clear weather yesterday if you look out the window. There was a lot going on yesterday, but the sleep itself seemed to be well taken and in good health.

Harold heads to the dining room in retrospect of the plan of the mansion that he had left in his room, thinking about how good he was at breakfast on a day like this.

Breakfast seems to be in the form of a buffet, but of course not self, etc. It is a buffet full of a high so vibe that the chef will cook on the spot after the order comes in.

At a time like this, I knew it was the time I was looking for an empty seat in my hand with the steak I had cut off that would be meat.

"Whoa."

"Hmm?"

"... Shit"

I got eyes on Francis, who was already in his seat. He reacts, Itsuki gets caught by it and looks this way. And Harold sounded his tongue reflexively.

I feel like it's going to be a hassle and I try to get through, but I can't help but speak up.

"Wait. I need to talk to you for a second."

"If you're talking about Erica, ask your brother there."

"No, that's not it. I need to talk to you."

"That's right. Come on, you should sit down."

Soon Itsuki, who was turning behind me, grabbed me by the gutter on both shoulders and forced me to sit down.

I felt refreshed and wanted to sigh.

"So, what do you want to hear?

"Let's start by introducing ourselves. I'm Francis J. Arklight."

"It's Lord Struth."

"You knew my name, right? Why not?"

"I just knew the name. I'm not directly familiar with it."

"Well. I don't remember either."

Francis is seriously coming to observe Harold. Without worrying about it, Harold carries one steak on the plate to his mouth after another.

Juwa overflows gravy when he bites through the cut meat. The meat of a swinging touch disappears with gravy, requiring little jaw power. The flavour is stained with meat and fat.

I don't even have to bother to put it in words and say it's delicious, etc. Silently recommend a steak with a rare grill that drips blood.

"... don't be so horrible at eating meat"

"Well, you can't deny it. I feel that even if my mouth is stained with blood, my emotions will take precedence over being dirty."

"It's going to feel even better if I try to have red wine."

"I mean, you think I deserve blood red? Fine, I'll be glad to stain your blood back."

"" Let's not "

The two statements overlap. We were making a scene about Erica, but we basically seem to be close.

But I can't believe Francis and Itsuki were friends, a back setting that even Harold, who is familiar with the game, has never heard of. Perhaps even fanfiction doesn't exist a connection.

"Francis, are you a friend of Itsuki's? Why didn't you know about my sister?

"I knew I had a sister, but she didn't say she was that beautiful. Why didn't you tell me?

"Because I see this happening. Something that would feed your precious sister on a porn demon."

It was a reason to be convinced. A friend of mine wouldn't like to know how Francis' feminine relationship sucks. There was no way that Itsuki of Ciscon would make a decent introduction or anything.

To bring Erica in if you listen to me, he didn't seem to have rewarded Francis for this celebration, but it's his luck to hear from somewhere that he came.

"Well, that's fine. Romance with Erica will continue to" not begin "...... by the way"

"... what"

Itsuki's forceful cut-ins forced a really blatant change of subject, but he decided not to touch it there.

"It's about what happened yesterday. Itsuki told me you were Erica's shield, but that would be too much nonetheless."

"I just stroked him with murder. Bad miscellaneous fish that can't stand that much"

"How many fierce men do you think can take that up close and stay flat?

"It must be tough on me or Fran."

"As much as I thought I was stabbed in the back and dead."

"You're about to get stabbed and similarly sighted by a woman in a cage."

"That's a tough joke..."

Fran with a cramped grin. Harold asked him that straight from the front.

"You gave your heart to Erica yesterday. Is that for real?

"Of course I mean it. I know my past. I can't help suspecting Lord, but now I'm going to liquidate all my relationships with other women."

The eyes that spoke so were straight, and the voice dwelt in seriousness. I can't wipe away the discomfort just knowing Francis in the game, but is this change also the impact of a world that is starting to differ from the original?

If so, I can't even tell you that the killer is Harold.

Originally Harold thought Erica and Reiner should stick together simply because Reiner is the main character in the game and Erica is a part of the party is cheap. But there wasn't a clear portrayal of two loves in the game, and if I tell you, I don't care where or who Erica's opponent is.

The question is not who Erica will be in love with, but whether Erica will choose to separate herself from Harold. I mean, Harold said, "Don't you mind if I stick with Francis?" in the mood, and decided that this change in itself would not require much fear.

Well, it's unclear if Erica will accept Francis.

"Then why don't you stay here and shake Erica's tail? That way I can eat without looking at your face."

I point to Erica, who just came into the dining room, with her chin.

There was a figure of Erica being told by the men as well as yesterday. I don't remember my face because of the large number of them, but if any of them had been hit by Harold's killing yesterday, he would be a man without sexual punishment. Or maybe Erica is the sinful woman.

"Come on Lord, that would be a different story, wouldn't it?

"What you asked me to do is get rid of the" insect-like beast. "Does this man fall under that?

"It's..."

Itsuki gets stuck in words. Exactly. I wouldn't be able to give that rating to a friend.

That's why Harold asked.

"I don't think this is a conversation we're going to have in front of ourselves... but can we assume that this was authorized by Itsuki?

"Oh, that's good."

"No, it would be decided no! If the load doesn't work, I will!

Say no or Itsuki pierced the wall surrounding Erica. If it is the intervention of the guest of honor, the hungry beasts will also be transformed into faint livestock.

If you look at it, the pressure attack burst with a smile that the Smeragi brothers and sisters are good at. Harold has tasted it several times too, but that one is powerful inside.

"Oh, then there's no mood to whisper love."

"There was no such thing as of yesterday."

Anyway, there were corpses and fallen men rolling around. I don't have any mood or snag.

Besides, there was Harold next to Erica.

"Really? I think the hero who finished the battle on the battlefield was moved to reveal his thoughts to the princess who defended him."

"... if that's what's happening in your head, that's fine. It doesn't matter to me."

"Oh man, what a cold opinion. Well, I guess I'll just have a roll up where I just went. More than that."

Francis said this by showing a kind of ruthless face, unlike the ever light feeling.

"Lord, I still want to talk to you. Wouldn't you give me a little time after this?

"Trouble."

"Don't say that, please. I want you to come to my room if you feel like it."

That's all I have to say. Francis takes his seat, too.

Somehow I got an invitation from him, but I twist my head wondering what the story is that I want to do until I invite him into the room.

Normally, it would be fate to think about Erica. Sometimes it must be hard for Erica herself or her brother Itsuki to hear. I don't know if Harold can help, but he might be satisfied if you use the knowledge that almost entirely memorizes the setup material to teach him even Erica's three sizes.

But it doesn't necessarily mean Erica in this world is the same style as the game - after breakfast thinking, etc., Harold catches the servant of the mansion and asks about the room where Francis is staying.

I went straight to his room and knocked on the door.

"It's a load. If you're here, just open it."

When I speak, the door opens with little space between them.

Seeing Harold's face, Francis leaked a voice that looked unexpected.

"Are you sure you're here"

"You're telling me to go home, right?

"No, I'm not. I'm just surprised you didn't think you'd come."

Wouldn't that rhetoric be terrible while inviting you from yourself? If it's an exchange between a man and a woman, it can develop into an affair.

"Just go inside. Let me entertain you."

Encouraged to step into the room. The building is no different from the room Harold uses. I guess many of the rooms have the same structure.

Even though I'm a prince, I don't think he'd want a more high-class room without complaining about it.

"But I didn't know you'd really come."

"Is that all you can say?

"No, I thought you might be licked. If so, it's out of my mind."

"... what do you mean?

"Here's the thing."

Rapier is slammed into Harold's throat, who listens back without measuring Francis' sincerity. That distance is not even a few millimeters, just about a thin-skinned gap.

(Huh?)

Totally void poked. Unlike the Aurelian ambush, I don't even have much to be surprised by that act, which was carried out as if it were an extension of my daily life.

And signs of people behind it, too, if you notice. A weapon is stuck on my back.

"From what I've seen, you don't even carry a weapon. That's why I often talk to the scarecrow. Looks like you're too stupid or so confident."

"... is this what you call hospitality?"

"Oh, even so. As I said earlier, red suits you, but blood suits you. That's why I wanted to dye you red. With your own blood."

(I don't know what that means...)

Even at a time like this, he spins his head exploring the threads of grasping and solving the situation while cooling his liver to his mouth where he does not stop loathing.

Francis, whom Harold finds out, is not the man to do this for no reason. Then what is the reason he tries to kill Harold? The only thing Harold and Francis have in common is Itsuki and Erica.

If there's a cause there, the answer choices are narrowed down.

A lover to shoot Erica in the heart? Don't you deserve Itsuki's friend? It would not appear to be such a hard means to that extent. If so, the answer is one.

"I'll have you whisper what's closing in on Itsuki or Erica for the purpose, Harold Stokes"

Apparently, Francis was a man who knew Harold's face and identity.