My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

The next day, Harold, with respite in time until the evening when he headed to the village of Brousch, invited the Xing Wing tribe into his room. Then he sat at the provided round table, before which he placed the paper and pen.

Harold was Jen royal before the two of them sitting faceless.

"I'm going to ask you some questions. You can write letters if you can't answer them with your mouth, right?

Harold's sharp gaze doesn't show any reaction either, but it doesn't matter. Start asking questions.

"Write your names first."

With that said, the two surprisingly light spell letters on the paper. It was just an idea, but it was just an effective measure.

They almost finished writing at the same time. Peek into each piece of paper.

Lilium.

“Wentus."

That seems to be the name of the girl and the young man. Then it turns out that Lilium is sixteen years old and Wentus is twenty-two years old when I let him write his age.

But that's all that worked out for me.

What's your favorite thing? What are you thinking right now? You want to free yourself from doll handling and go back to normal?

My two hands didn't move at all with regard to those questions. After much thought, Harold redirects the question.

"How tall are you?

Answer. Lilium “151cm", “Wentos 178cm".

"What about the dominant arm?

Answer. Lilium “left," Wentus “right-handed."

"Do you remember before you were imprisoned by Justus?

Neither answer.

"What do you think of Justus?

Neither answer.

"Do you have any actual combat experience?

Answer. Lilium “No", Wentus “Yes".

"Is magic exercisable?

Answer. Lilium “possible", Wentos “possible".

"What's the family structure?

Answer. Lilium “Father, Mother, Sister", Wentus “Parents, Grandmother".

"Is it troublesome to answer questions?

Neither answer.

Thereafter, we will explore the trend towards unanswered answers while retracing all questions.

And what I could see was a consistency between answering objective facts and not answering questions with mixed subjectivity and emotions of the person. I don't know if it's caused by Justus sequestering my emotions, but I can't seem to pull out the answers to the “memory” that could be the most important source of information.

It must be the security imposed by Justus. On the contrary, that means those two may have that much information, but there is no means to know that as it stands.

So I'll leave that for now.

For the time being, I could have known the names of the people who were the original purpose. It is unclear whether respect for the person's personality will have a positive impact, but as Harold, it will make sense just because it will be easier to deal with him.

That's how the door to the room is knocked. When it opened, it was the employees of this inn who stood there.

He deposited a letter with me asking me to give it to a brunette red-eyed man named Lord who is staying here if I listen to him. Ask the client what he looked like so the two of them in the room wouldn't hear him, but he was a different person from Elle again.

I guess he put up some kind of smokescreen for someone else or disguise, but the Lord of the Letter was still sure in El.

How did you figure out that Harold was staying here? It is, as always, an amazing information network.

In the meantime, let Lilium and Wentus exit and read the letter. As for the contents, the plan can be executed as decided beforehand because it is progressing fine. I'm sure he's already infiltrated this town.

And the time when the sky picked up will stain the darkness. Harold and the others began to act to disperse themselves in the darkness.

The town to the village of Brousch is approximately five hours on foot. We're scheduled to arrive late at night now.

Naturally, using a horse would have been faster and more ready, but after stealing the sword, there were concerns that the liners might not catch up by Fog Valley when it came to escaping on horses, so I decided to go on foot as the original did.

By the way, Fog Valley means a valley wrapped in fog like a letter.

In the original, there the liner catches up with the killers who stole the sword, in the form of another fellow poking him in the gap where he nearly took it back and stealing it again. It is completely unclear why the killer remained in such a place, but it is more convenient for the protagonist Liner, so we need to convince him.

Normally, that may not be convenient, but this world has the strongest back in a sense with original knowledge. Needless to say, it's about Harold.

If we steal the sword again this time, we return in a slightly slower space, this time through the neighboring town hiding our faces with robes, leaving the impression of a pair of black robes and walking away towards Fog Valley, the liners and time lags will be able to follow us with little.

And then if you put it on for good reason and wander around the bottom of the valley in Fog Valley, Liner and Colette should show up.

About five hours to defeat the occasional monster with a touch of armor sleeve while simulating the future. I can finally see the village of Brousch. There are fences and gates made up of trees that surround the village, but we don't see a lookout like Wang Du.

The gate was closed, but that would be fine. Harold kicks up the side of the fence once each with his right and left legs as he lightly aides and then jumps. Doing so reached the top of the fence wondering if there would be four meters.

I'm used to the darkness of the night. I stare into the inside of the fence, but there's no sign of people. Confirm that and then jump and land without sound.

But Lilium and Wentus didn't follow later. I thought I couldn't climb it, but I quietly took it off and opened the gate. Then they came in.

I have heard from Justus that he is quite capable of fighting, and from the battle in the game, he seems to be able to do this much.

Well, I don't have time to worry about that, so I start acting fast.

Late night with only a weak moonlight source of light. The moon is also sometimes blocked by thin clouds and moonlight.

It would be difficult to see a black-clad human being in such darkness. I don't even have the kind of person to check this one out in the first place.

The villagers almost seem to be asleep. Pah, I don't even see a house with lights on.

It is convenient for Harold and the others.

In addition to the maps that are given in advance, match the memory of the game to determine the location of the house where the liner lives. I discovered the liner's house without much time, especially with the overlooking view in my head.

Peek into the shadows of nearby objects.

The lights are out, just like the surrounding houses. Apparently, he's asleep.

Still sneaking up on the building quickly with great care. The purpose is a warehouse away, not in the house.

There should be a "glam gran” there called a treasure sword asleep.

Break open the padlock on the door and go inside. Exactly. Until the structure inside is unknown. I don't want to lose much time here. Because if you are noticed before you find the sword, you will have trouble escaping.

It's dark in the warehouse, but fortunately it's not big enough. I light the lamp I was letting sneak in my robe and explore inside.

I wouldn't leave something messy but important in such a place. You don't have to look. Refine your search and it's easy to understand.

About fifteen minutes to look that way. I found a rectangular box made of iron and over a meter long that had been made to hide behind pots and caged hands arranged on shelves. If I removed the clasp and opened the box, what was there was a genuine glam gran.

It has a wide leather belt shoulder strap for easy portability. Let Wentus hang it.

Leaving me to check outside, I let Lilium and Wentos stay in the warehouse, throwing pebbles at them while pretending to look around and smashing the glass in the small window. I don't have an ex or a child even though I think it's bad but I'm completely successful.

It sounds as tall as tearing a dark night. Now definitely starting the liner. The Griffiths should have jumped up guessing the anomaly. Harold returns to the warehouse with his heel, whitewashed by me, but exasperated and cared not to make me feel that way beside him.

"Trouble. I don't know why, but our presence may have been exposed."

That's what I said. They don't change their complexion. Well, yes, I was convinced that if I opened the warehouse door slightly and looked outside, I would already be on guard with Orbel and Leona, the liner's parents, holding the weapon.

He moves closer to the warehouse where Harold and the others are hiding. Once out of the door, return to the two and instruct them to do the next thing.

"Jump out once and for all to my signal. There are two of them out there, but you're the only ones who can handle it. However, killing is a hassle for post-processing. Pull if you hurt yourself to such an extent that you can't follow me. The same is true even with reinforcements. All right?"

He just replied with a snort, but he seemed to understand well.

Make sure of that. Harold grinds his nerves to the signs outside. Harold's perceptive abilities have improved to such an extent that he can explore the surrounding signs to some extent if he is conscious.

Harold uses it to wave his left arm around where the distance between Orbel and Leona cuts a meter and gives a signal. Lilium and Wentus popped up reacting to it.

Successful ambush, I thought, was just a former adventurer. Orbel and Leona were well prepared to intercept. Take the first shot. Flip to attack immediately. As a result, it takes the form of a later tip.

"... who are you people? What were you doing in the warehouse?

……

"That's why it's so dull. Not very brave. I'll catch you and make you confess!

Lilium, who was set to confront Leona, masterfully manipulates the opponent's fierce attack with two bay swords, one after the other. Cross each other with agility and a lot of effort utilizing a small body body.

By contrast, Wentos, who handles Leach's long spear, felt crushed and pushed by Orbel in time. Wentus is better if he is pure muscle strength, but he outranks Orbel by one or two in combat technology.

And Orbel pokes through the gap and breaks Wentus' guard. Moment about whether the equilibrium breaks.

A bluntly glowing bay knife approaches Orbel at high speed. Dodging it right in front of him, the knife pierced the ground.

The thrown Teng himself rushes to Orbel to chase his sword. From behind it, Lilium jumped when Leona tried to launch an attack. Wentus, who was regaining his posture as he had anticipated it, swung the long spear through his full strength.

Its power is just a storm. Even though Orbel tries to guard with his sword, determined in time to avoid it, Wentus' spear, equipped with centrifugal power, smashes anything like that fine. The spear eats straight into Orbel's flank and blows his muscular body over 180 cm tall by a few meters.

"Gu-ha."

"Orbel!"

Leona, his wife, screams at the sight. For a moment, but consciousness turned entirely to Orbel alone.

Lilium is not sweet enough to miss such a gap.

Recovering the bay knife she threw at her, she flipped quickly, scratching Wentus' spear as she lowered her body to the ground rinkly, and kept pushing Leona forward. Even under the circumstance that I could also feed on spears if I woke up slightly, there was not a minute of hesitation in that action, nor was there any precipitation in its speed.

As she dived through the storm, Leona in front of her had already cut her gaze off from Lilium. At this point the battle had been decided.

Leona also manages to react when she notices Lilium's proximity, but before she is in position, she is struck off her weapon and further cut off her left leg.

"Ugh!

Leona kneels in pain. Your breath is rough, Orbel, and you can't wake your body up while it's down.

Neither of them has led to fatal injuries, but so much wounds that Lilium and the others cannot be pursued. I had Harold's instructions perfectly fulfilled. All you have to do is push your heartbeat that Justus is good.

And at such a time that there was no more, the liner finally broke into the spot.

"Then ahhhh!

As for timing, it was an ambush inside, but even with such a voice, the profit would be wasted.

That's what Harold thought watching, but Wentus' robe was mutilated, apparently a sharper blow than expected. Wentus' face becomes exposed in the moonlight he shoots from the clouds.

The liner seemed to burn it firmly into his eyes, too.

"Back off, liner!

If we stay engaged, we lose in the current liner. The worst thing waiting for is death.

Leona, who actually fights and understands, tries to lower the liner.

But the presence of Reiner Griffith is not weak enough to pull here.

"If you back off, your father and mother will suck!

"There's nothing like a scratch of this magnitude, so you stay back!

"I don't like it!

Liners have the will to be stretched and the faith to be passed, and they are strongly prepared. There's only one thing missing - strength only.

And the experience you need to get stronger is building up from here right now. Reaching the end of it is the summit as a hero who saves the world.

Harold is present at the beginning of such a hero, Tan. It is an exciting occasion for anyone who is a fan of "Brave Hearts". Harold was shaking with emotion as he hid in the shadows.

But I can't do that forever.

While the liners are concentrating on the intruders, they escape the warehouse without sound and blend into the dark. And Lilium and the others were retreating without fighting, recognizing the liners as reinforcements.

The clapping look of the liner I saw when I left was also Harold, who seemed reliable all this time.