My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Impact that strikes the body. Francis is blown away without knowing what happened.

Vision switches at high speeds, and I'm not sure what's shown there either. The body, which had lost its freedom, rolled over as it bounced the ground again and again felt a great shock on its back and finally stopped.

At the edge of a hazy consciousness, recognize that part of the fence that surrounded the horseback riding track has been destroyed. Perhaps my body, which was attacked by some sort of attack, broke the fence and finally stopped.

Then it would have rolled for a few dozen meters lightly.

There's no way you're safe eating that many powerful attacks. The pain comes up from the left flank. Eventually it turned into a severe pain, and it was even painful to leak a gray groan to move the body.

Francis, it's not strange to be judged incapable of combat right now. One figure walking up to him like that.

Keep your right cheek on the ground and move only your neck slightly to see who it is.

The shadow belonged to no one else, Harold.

Deep red eyes look down at Francis in a freezing cold, the opposite of the flame associated with that color. In fact, it must have been a very boring result, a reminder for Harold.

I don't know if such frustration has solicited me, or I can shower my relentless words at Francis, who remains stuck.

"There is no other love than the end. It's a dirt stain in my life, such as putting a little expectation on a miscellaneous fish like you. How will you take this responsibility?"

What an irrational thing to say.

But Francis' damage was so serious that he couldn't return any of his complaints. It is just full of pain enduring, rough, irregular rhythm breathing back.

Harold grabbed his shoulder like that and caused his body.

"Fair enough. Miscellaneous fish, scratch your feet and entertain me."

That's what Harold said. He shoved something into Francis' mouth.

Inorganic feel. The liquid then flows out.

Francis can't even resist, swallowing that liquid even as he swallows it. Shortly after drinking it up, the severe pain that was causing the body disappears and the strength returns to the body.

Make sure of that. Harold took his hand off Francis.

"Is that an ether...?

One of the healing items, ether.

I have tasted the flavour and feel many times. The damage taken has healed all at once, but I'm confused without knowing why Harold did so. Harold was falling when he turned his heel. He picked it up and threw it toward Francis.

It was his weapon, Rapier, that stabbed Francis at his feet.

"Take it. The duel is not over yet"

"... you mean that"

Apparently, Harold wants a continuation of the out-of-result battle.

I remember the attack I had just taken and wondered if I would reach out to Rapier. If I think I'm going to feed on that attack again, I feel terrified.

But Francis' pride didn't allow him to pull back so far. Get yourself excited and take Rapier in your hand and stand up for Harold in front of you.

Harold Stokes.

I tell him. His personality is notorious anyway. Behavior that kills people, takes things away, and tramples on dignity is treacherous and outrageous. I don't even think of people as people. He's exactly the devil out there.

Francis advanced to his friend Itsuki because he heard he was such a man. You should distance yourself from Harold, if he's threatening you, when you help yourself.

But Itsuki's reaction was the exact opposite of what Francis had expected. Not as bad a man as the rumors that are spreading, but rather the true opposite of the essence. Itsuki seemed to think that the notoriety would have been suffered by Harold himself intentionally.

Francis was not convinced by that statement.

Then you just have to find out with your own eyes a human being named Harold, Itsuki said.

That's how I set it up, an ambush on Harold. The results were scattered.

He had no surprise, no fear, no anger, and even tried to subdue Francis with one word when he calmly grasped the situation. Too much of an act to understand that Harold is not just a strong man.

At the same time, I wondered if Francis would remain responsible for his disrespectful conduct.

But what Harold suggested was a means of dueling. It's an inevitable story from Harold, who already had the advantage of which claim to pass by that victory or loss. That's why the behavior helped me understand slightly Itsuki's assessment of Harold. Because it didn't seem like something a man of his own would do.

And if you actually fight, the difference in strength from yourself is obvious. It was just unexpected that they would be overwhelmed with only physical surgery without weapons or magic.

Thinly its strength was felt on the skin, but Harold is stronger than anyone Francis has ever fought for.

Even if I don't like it, my body can tell. Everything Francis attacked cut off the sky, and he was beaten, kicked, and thrown away when it appeared good. Every time Francis lay down on the ground, Harold forced him to drink ether, forcing him to fight.

"Stand up"

Physical strength recovers and wounds do not go as far as the heavy pressure that keeps you mentally under, even if you heal. Down on the ground already more than ten degrees. At last, Harold tells Francis without mercy that he can no longer stand on one knee when he is poured in the ether.

He was angry. Not for what was attacked with unilateral thoughts, I guess. There was no atmosphere that had angered Harold at the mansion, and it was only after the duel began that that appearance changed.

And unexpected, a statement to that effect. That brings one answer to Francis.

Isn't Harold angry that he tried to get close to Erica only with this degree of power?

In view of his words and actions, Harold tolerates Erica being tied to someone other than herself, her fiancée. But that didn't seem to be because I was indifferent to Erica.

Perhaps he's looking for someone other than himself who can leave Erica to him. Francis was also encouraged to make progress with Erica to see if he could get enough of Erica's nights.

I don't see why you're trying to do that. But if you think about it, you can be convinced.

Itsuki said Harold wasn't such a bad man and numerous bad reviews would have been suffered on his own intentions. If that's the case, isn't this what Harold thinks?

I can't stand next to Erica like that, and if I'm around, I'm in danger for her, too.

So if you're looking for someone Erica deserves, someone who can protect her. Suppose he was a man to such an extent that the person who told Erica was not worthy of arguing.

Isn't that what caused Harold's anger?

If so, here's what Francis wants to say.

Don't be ridiculous.

Anger boiling from the bottom of the belly.

Harold is strong. That would also be a person who could be counted at the top level in the kingdom if he were an individual.

And I can cut my head off too. Francis can't shoulder the insight or the ability to make instant decisions by adding a variety of elements. He also combines overwhelming force and superior intelligence at eighteen years of age, as well as the gall power to be stuck with a sword as if it were immobile.

The world credits such a human being as a talented Yingjie, a genius.

That's all men go on and stigmatize themselves and other stupid extremes. Not to mention that I hate putting my fiancée at risk by doing so and I'm thinking about pulling that off.

Why do you have to do something so far-fetched?

The stronger Harold is and the better he is, he should be able to protect Erica from most things. Why can you only choose the means to stay away from Erica when you think of her so much to guide her to the end of her life and show Francis so much anger?

"Don't be ridiculous..."

Francis shrugged so as he slowly stood up.

The left hand holding the Rapier holds nature and power.

"What?"

"Don't be ridiculous, I said. You are strong enough not to fall under my feet. Yet how can you not try to protect Erica in a more legitimate way!? You'll be able to do that! Isn't that what's best for her too!?

Francis shouts his thoughts out. It was also anger at Harold, and pity for himself, who could not beat him.

……

"Harold, you're someone I can't do. But you are trying to entrust that role to another human being without trying to fulfill it. [M] If Erica couldn't be happier as a result, I can't help blaming you!

If you care about Erica, you should protect her with your own hands. It must just be a run away not to do that.

I'm just running away from fear when I couldn't protect Erica myself. I don't know if I'm gonna lose to such a coward.

"It gives me a big mouth without knowing anything"

severed with a bottom-cold Harold voice. Intimidation is released from Harold so much that the expensive is quenched in an instant.

Sweat blows out of Francis' entire body, and his body trembles unstoppable.

Heavy pressure you've never experienced as if you had an unknown monster in front of you.

The moment I felt it, Harold's appearance blew. Harold had already crushed his time by the time he recognized that.

A trick from the front, but totally pierced the void. Surprise by pure speed with no small work etc.

A black sword of incarceration flickers in my left hand. Francis' body remains stiff to the imminent signs of intense death.

A momentary event in which there is not even a respite to prepare oneself for death.

But the death didn't come. What Francis perceived instead was an impact on his left arm.

Uncomfortable, Francis turned away and fell backwards to put his buttocks on.

"It's not worth killing. I'll give you one piece of advice."

To Francis, who can only look up at Harold, he tells him to remain a grim eye.

"Erica can only be protected, she's not a weak and smug woman. She is an unwavering woman with the power to fight and the will to defy destiny. I can't handle it while you think it's just a poor flower. The essence of Erica is Shizuku Oki."

Powerful big tree, not poor flower. That's what Erica looks like from Harold.

Well, Francis had a point. Harold believes in Erica. He said he could stand in the same place as himself without having to protect him.

It would have been hilarious to see Francis calling her so much weaker than herself to protect her and so forth.

It pains me that in the end I was only seeing the outside of Erica.

I fell in love with that beauty and assumed on my own that her personality was in line with that beauty again. It's an impossible story to be offended and angry at them.

Neither understanding nor thought of Erica extends far to Harold.

"... my loss"

"Can't you see this?

Harold shows off the sword in his hand.

Sure, it would be Harold's loss if he used the weapon, but Francis is not so thick and shameless as to be able to claim that.

Keeping you in perfect defeat so far.

"Don't make me say it. It's a pre-arranged rule issue. I didn't deserve to fight Harold."

"Well, let's settle this time with a draw."

Itsuki, who has been watching silently, declares so.

Francis, who surrendered, and Harold, who contravened the rules. Both are winning, even losing.

As for Francis, it would be refreshing to have him pronounce himself a loss, but given the drop, this neighborhood might be better.

"Shit."

Harold turned his back on the two of them by banging his tongue about whether the dissatisfaction would remain. Francis calls that back off.

"Wait, Harold. Even if the rules-based settlement is a draw, the battle itself is my complete defeat. I want you to do what you say."

Soon the main purpose of the duel was replaced by marrying Erica, but this was the real deal.

"I've already whitened. If you mean to dictate Erica, do as you please. If only you could be a man worthy of him."

Harold said, "I'm going back first. You'll be dead for a while," he left behind. Now I can't even call that back off.

Francis fell asleep on his back as he was.

"Hey Itsuki."

"What?

"The fool was mine"

"I don't see the story, but it's unusual for you to despise yourself."

"As a samurai and as a man, I was shown all that difference in character. There are many parts I felt."

Harold told me to be the last man worthy of Erica. I mean, get as strong as you can.

The feeling of wonder and joy creeps me up when I think he admitted at all that he was out of expectation, not to mention Francis, who exposed himself to disrespect and indifference.

Why Itsuki admires him. If you have experienced the size of vessels up to this point in time, you can't help but agree that it will.

"I hadn't. But today, I think I saw the way I should go."

The sky, which fell asleep and looked up, was high enough to fall out, to expand everywhere.

It seemed to Francis that it represented his future.