My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

An underground space where no outside light can be reached. Only blue and white, thin blurry artificial lights are replacing the lights.

Nor does it originally serve as a light, but only as a biological pod or light source where the solution is filled. The biological pods are juxtaposed at equal intervals, and most of them are loaded with a threadless human being - a primitive body.

There's nothing in common about the age and gender of the body, and if you insist, it would be about being naked, and not being conscious of anyone. And in terms of what we don't know by appearance, in common, they mean that they are all Star Wing "Stella" tribes.

The sound of a sword flash and a sword trident that cuts through such a dark, creepy space. Every time a sword flicks, a blue-white light is reflected.

The identity of its light and sound is a young man and girl cut together by a sword.

A young man with slightly purple hair holds a spear as long as his height. Added weight and centrifugal power, it was unlikely to satisfy adults. The youth manipulated it freely.

The weapon against the girl is a bay knife held in reverse. Even a short sword of reach compared to a spear. On top of that, the bay knife used by the girl sometimes has a large bend, and the interval between the torso itself is quite short. The battle was also antagonistic in such an unfavourable situation because the girl had a bay knife in both hands and was attacking more manners than the youth.

But in contrast to such a fierce sword trident, both of them throw themselves into battle with no expression like their emotions have fallen out. There is no cage there for pain, fear of death, or the intention to kill someone. It's so pale that you're going to be so illusioned that you're doing simple tasks untouched.

It is the Lord of this space, Justus Freund, who observes them like that.

When Justus, who had been watching for a long time, signaled, the two men, who were fighting extremely hard, stop moving as if they were robots who had been ordered to stop.

"... can it be done first? There is room for improvement in combat capabilities…"

It is not preferable to continue to develop any more and reduce the number of primitives. There will be a shortage of output to activate the device, and it will be a waste of time to devote efforts to securing the Star Wings from now on. It's about having the right person for one support, and if you use him as a compiler, you won't have a problem.

So convinced, Justus sets foot in the development work. The performance of the standards assumed has been fulfilled, and now he will show us what Justus wanted to do on the street.

Only a few moments await Justus. I've spent more than a decade in a female mood for it.

I'm getting to the point of finally putting my hands on the fulfilment of my grief. Nature and laughter leaked out of Justus' mouth.

"Hehe, almost there... I'll see you soon... wait for me"

Justus gives a tranced look toward the void. A voice that is calm and has few emotional ups and downs, far from the usual him, even insane and pregnant.

Despair destroying the world had begun an unknown and unequivocal fetal movement.

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Now I have a child in front of Harold. If you're more precise, it's a baby that doesn't last long.

Harold's children, of course, not that.

Sleeping easily in his crib, the baby calls the name Huey, making him a belly brother to Harold.

It was not long after Harold came back from the engagement celebrations between Itsuki and Silvi held at the Berlioz family that he learned of Huey's existence. One sentence was attached to a letter persuading her to reconsider the break-up of her engagement with Erica, which arrives regularly from her father: "You too have a brother, so come and see her face once".

While I was impressed that you were fifty years ahead of me when I read the letter, I came to the conclusion that, on second thought, the Stokes were aristocrats and were supposed to be a trail, and naturally I would insure them in case Harold broke up his engagement selfishly here and there.

The houses in practice are rare, but within the kingdom it is allowed to have side rooms if you are noble, and my wife Jessica has already exceeded forty. Perhaps it would be sensible to create a new trace between the side chamber and the mother and child, given their health.

Now put that down. It is visible that he is now verbally persuaded by his father Hayden when he returns to his home. And we don't even know if the Stokes exist as survivors until the end of the original.

It's a world where different parts exist from the game, but basically it's a world that resembles' Brave Hearts' badly. Even though my nostalgia is somewhat moistened by LP farming methods, my parents' purebloodness and the kind of behavior that abuses the inhabitants because of it remain the same as before. Whatever you think, it's more likely your house will crumble.

So assuming he didn't make it back to the original world after finishing the original and surviving, Harold was considering leaving the house to abandon Harold Stokes' name.

I was also fortunate to have gained the strength just to have no trouble making a living as an adventurer or mercenary.

So going back on purpose was going to be a pain in the ass and I don't feel comfortable, but I wanted to worship my brother's face. So Harold freezes when he realizes there is.

That's what happens to the newborn Huey if he leaves the house and the Stokes family crumbles. You can get lost on the street and die the worst you can do.

The original Harold had no brother. Maybe he was there, but there was no such portrayal or setting, I'm sure. In other words, the possibility that Huey is a life born of actions different from Harold's original cannot be abandoned.

Even if not before then, it doesn't change that the mother is her own brother, even if she is different. That's how I perceived it in the emotional part where I skipped reason.

And when he came to negotiate with Justus after his troubles, and got permission to go home for a few days, Harold showed his face to the Stokes family on his first return home in about five years. I got a huge amount of novels from my prospective father, but I kept passing it from right to left for over an hour, and finally met Huey face to face.

However, opposite the bed, Huey's mother, a woman who was Hayden's sideroom, was also present. He looks young and would be about the same generation as Yuno. There seems to be a difference between Hayden and more than twenty years.

It was something that would help if Huey stumbled out because Harold had no choice but to deal with it, but she was always silent after first exchanging words of greeting and doesn't seem to intend to wave a conversation from herself.

I'm not sure if that's nervous, horribly silent, or just hated.

Harold tries to make contact.

"You said Dorothy."

"Yes."

"How old are you?

"It will be twenty-five"

He was firmly older than Harold. But Dorothy seems to have chosen to be respectful to Harold, as Harold's gaze from above is no longer helpful. Harold has no choice as to whether that's common or not.

It's also troublesome not to know what kind of stance to deal with Dorothy in the first place. From Harold's perception, the position of his father's mistress becomes firm, but since he is dowry, he can also be considered his stepmother.

Nevertheless, my real wife, Jessica, is also alive, so more precisely, is it the second lady? Even so, I'm too unfamiliar to communicate with people in that position. I'm just lost. Harold's sensibilities have not changed significantly since the common of modern Japan.

"I didn't know you would choose to love me as a sideroom that year. Have you abandoned your family?

Harold's mouth releases in a de recto balloon what is hard to hear in the back of his heart. And when asked, she also returned it so that nothing happened with her.

"It was late for bachelor, so no problem"

According to Dorothy's story, she was some former courtier, but she was so distressed that she couldn't live without failing in her business and selling the title to replace it with gold. I had no choice but to turn from aristocracy to common people and after roughly a decade I had not been able to get out of my life of red poverty.

It was the fringe to Dorothy that came in at that time. Dorothy's father jumped on this. It was worth it and the Stokes were able to reclaim the title that my parents sold out because of management difficulties.

Dorothy's side room was a consideration for her gratitude. If I say so, I will be sacrificed.

You wouldn't be comfortable with Hayden, and Harold, who created a cause for himself to be welcomed, because he was handcaged by such a mean means. That's also true when the engagement story with Erica comes out, but Hayden doesn't choose too many means.

Well, Hayden alone, who values the blood muscles of the nobility, is probably the result of making the most concessions even to him.

Either way, Harold's heart is full of sorrow for Dorothy and Huey.

"Well, I'm not interested in what you think. If you don't even bother me, do what you want."

I would like that feeling to be conveyed even slightly, but it would also be an impossible wish in these words to call. But being raised in a house like this, Huey's emotional education - especially worrying about the future if it's okay to perceive the general public - Harold finally looked sideways at his brother's sleeping face before leaving the room behind.

I lost temptation and came to see Huey, but I couldn't say I met her very well, mainly in terms of Harold's spirituality. It still makes me feel heavier to see people swinging at home and at the convenience of their surroundings, all the more so if you are responsible for one end of the cause.

And if it stays that way, Dorothy, who was dowry with the Stokes, will be another falling concern. It's almost a decided fate for Dorothy and Huey to be unhappy because of Harold's actions.

As long as Harold is a heartbeat to abandon the Stokes family.

(I wonder what's going on)

The fall of the Stokes family is not a sine qua non for Harold. I was only thinking that it would be so if it followed the flow of the original, only to the extent that it should become. That's why as Harold, I was looking at leaving the house, and I didn't feel the need to move and do something about it.

I can also say that I couldn't afford to turn that much attention with all my best to protect myself.

But the situation changed when Harold came here because he turned back a different course of action from the original.

There's no point in helping them. Until then, if you truncate that it is another human resource.

Even though I understand it with my head, Harold can't be ruthless enough to abandon those who have an unfortunate future because of him. I'm supposed to be able to stand around better. I can't choose how to do that. In short, it was sweet.

That day eight years ago. Harold reprimanded Erica for just being sweet, but now she doesn't deserve to say that either.

No, but stopping the Stokes family from falling is not in itself such as to adversely affect Harold's death flag. And it could be an irresponsible way of saying it, but it's only an effort goal.

To the extent that I can't force myself to do what I can. I hope we can avoid the misfortune of visiting Dorothy and Huey as a result. If you can't, then you just have to think of your next hand then.

Harold is quite thoughtful in this house, too. Plus I'm not the type of person who is strongly liked for his sense of discrimination, but I also owe a lot of thanks to my parents who have so far raised Harold dearly and didn't abandon him even when the public pointed his back finger at him.

If you could survive the Stokes, you wouldn't have crossed that.

That's why I'm going to carry a new challenge, Harold, but it's also a source of concern that I don't have much time to put on it.

It was the day after I arrived at my parents' house that I got the call message from the machine I was wearing on my wrist. The caller is naturally Justus. Harold, who barely made it back to the institute without being able to slow down much, reluctantly turns to Justus on his feet.

It's time for the original to start. I'd like you to spare me a less time-consuming assignment.

With that in mind, I enter Yustus' lab without even knocking. This is the default when entering the room because the person insists that it is "troublesome to reply once and for all".

Harold finds out what's waiting for him. It wasn't just Justus waiting for him like that, a young man and a girl he'd never seen.

Young people with purple hair would be around twenty years old, girls with light water hair would be like seventeen or eight. Both are expressionless as if their emotions were missing.

Who is it? Not even while pinching the question, Justus swept through the explanations and only declared Harold's role.

"Harold, I want you to be the leader of these kids."

"Ah?"

I don't know what that means. It turned out to be a pretty nasty reaction. What leader, or who are those two pairs?

I'd definitely like to reject it if it wasn't even gripped by the reins, but that's not how it works, and I'm going to clear up the questions that need to be resolved as a matter of priority first.

"What are they?

"Something like Doll, an automated doll I worked with."

"Playing with dolls in that year is a disgusting hobby."

"It's not like it's just a doll. I am faithful to the orders given."

"... even brainwashed?

"It's sort of similar. The Xingyang people use their unique magic, and treat their astral bodies differently than we do, but they have special organs. The extra parts were eliminated as puppets such as emotions while hands were applied there. Even though it was eliminated, I didn't completely remove it, but I applied fine work to prevent it from appearing on the surface layer..."

Yustus drools for a long time, but gradually Harold's consciousness drifts away.

Dolls, Star Wings and emotions loyal to orders are eliminated.

Those keywords combine, and the hypotheses come together in Harold's head. That was a rather unpleasant feeling.