My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Harold, who stole the treasure sword glam gran from the Griffith family. The whole line goes back to the neighboring town barely. I managed to get back to the inn before dawn.

Temporarily take off your robe and enter your room with a face you won't eat. I finally lay back on the bed when I was alone and exhaled heavily.

In addition to the physical fatigue that has trampled the journey to and from ten hours, the fact that the triple role of trespassing, robbery and injury has been entrenched puts a heavy spiritual burden on the conscience. It's the first time we've done a clear evil deed so far, although many bad reviews have only been disseminated.

It doesn't feel good.

Look at the rectangular box you put up against the wall. It's so tiny I don't think it was stored in that cluttered warehouse.

The morning sun illuminates and gleams as the night dawns and begins to slip thinly through the window of the room.

This sword is going to be the original... no, it will be one of the key factors that will greatly shape the fate of this world.

What passed my head was the development of why not let the liner honestly take this back. Gramgran performs well just because it's called a treasure sword. If you get used to this from the start, the liner could eventually become a considerable user.

But if he retrieves his sword, the liners will probably act to join the Knights as they are. It is then more likely that Justus will become involved in the incidents that take place as a trigger and Justus' own plans, and will no longer be able to follow the process of resolving them.

While returning the sword well, I also thought that I might not be able to direct it to unfold as it originally was, but the period between the issuance of this order and its transfer to execution was too short for me to have had time to work out a plan. It is almost impossible in Harold's tongue to ask for Elle's cooperation, for example, to avoid the prerequisite of knowing the future of original knowledge and to round it up so that it is not understood by the other party.

Besides, I don't even know what my position would be if I failed my mission. It was decided that it would be wiser to use the current position, which is somewhat manageable as to where the treasure is located and the pace at which it is to be collected, than to place such an uncertain element on a large bet.

So, oh, come on. I didn't tell you. I'm just going to have to brace my stomach about what it would be like to steal. I only pray not to expose myself as the main culprit of the black robe.

With that in mind, Harold fell into a deep sleep with the sunrise and gave himself up for a temporary rest.

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The members of Frieri, including Elle, began to act in anticipation of the round-trip of people from the village of Brousch when it flourished. Each one pretends to be a completely unrelated person, just scattered throughout the village pretending to be visiting for this town.

The collection of information could be carried out with considerable precision only in villages that are not so large.

As soon as Elle started interacting with the villagers while playing a young man who happened to visit this town as a traveler. The information I assumed was hooked.

A thief entered Mr. Griffith's house last night.

Such a topic arrived in Elle's ear, who was nearby, while his wife, who would be a shopkeeper and customer at the store's store, was having a wellside meeting. I knew I had succeeded because there was no contact from Harold by this morning, but for now the first stage is a clear and upward slip.

"Hey sister, is the story true now?

I would rather talk to the shopper next door who would have heard of the wellside meeting going on right there as well as myself.

In her forties, she was called her sister, and the woman came to Elle's inquiry with pleasure. Actually, you were nagging because you wanted to talk, or maybe you felt better about what they called your sister.

Thanks to this, her mouth turns fluently.

"It is. Looks like a break-in robber."

"It's not calm with break-ins and robberies in such an idyllic village. Were the people at the house okay?

"That's why your husband and wife were cut off and hospitalized. Luckily, it looks like it's done with minor injuries, but I can't let those two get hurt."

"Does Mr. Griffith remember you in his arms?

"It's been a while since I retired, but they're both former adventurers. Even now, when the village's most skilled and dangerous monsters come out nearby, they're always getting rid of me."

"I mean, he said the robbery was someone who stood up enough to beat Mr. and Mrs. Griffiths like that. Pretty horrible."

"It is. That's why we're holding on to this topic all over the village. I don't think I can even sleep at home tonight."

Well, the robbery is already out of the village, so it's no use worrying about it, but as a villager who thinks this case is just a robbery, it's an extremely natural reaction. This is all the more so if the means of self-defence are scarce.

But there was another thing I wanted to check.

"What was the robbery like? If anyone has seen you, it seems better to keep them informed of who you are and what you stand for."

"I didn't ask you directly, either, but Mr. Griffith said it was a pair."

The pair. It's the situation as Harold said beforehand.

In the unlikely event of a battle, he disappears and orders the two Xingying tribes to stop him. That was one of several decisions.

Battle-loving Harold would have pulled back into the shadows to lower the risk of third parties knowing that he was likely a part of the robbery. It is visible that Harold will be in trouble again.

Well, I don't have to think that's the case now.

In the meantime, I got the information I wanted. And then we should look for a boy named Rhiner and a girl named Colette, Harold said.

In Harold's story, Reiner is the son of one of the Griffiths who went on to talk earlier, and Colette says he's familiar with that childhood. I guess knowing that much is face-to-face or the desire to involve them for some reason.

As for Elle, I was curious, but I didn't ask him because I understand that he would be cut off for saying, "It's none of your business."

I can't give Harold's name directly to the liners, but he knows his name in a bad way. Sooner or later, there will be an opportunity to learn about the relationship.

It's going to be a long relationship.

I need to get to know Reiner as a step of the way first. The fact that his parents were hospitalized with injuries should mean that he's in that hospital again.

But Harold was staring at Liner and his childhood acquaintance as they were coming after them for stealing their swords right away. I don't even have a lot of time to slow down if that prediction is to center.

While ending the conversation with the woman with a natural flow, Elle heads to the hospital where she became her next destination.

I soon found out about the hospital where Griffiths and his wife were hospitalized, only in the village of Brousch, which is not very big. Although it was a somewhat obsolete facility as a clinic that became firmer than a hospital.

They're still the only health care provider in the village.

Elle visited the clinic for the reason that she was "going to run out of drugs she had stocked up for emergencies on the road, so she wanted to refill them".

In the clinic there is a waiting room with only one couch with a limit of three seats, and an outpatient examination room and treatment room. And I just have some beds for the inmates.

I didn't think this was just as little at the village's only health care facility, but according to the nurse who chatted about the wait, it's basically home care. Apparently, only really serious patients are hospitalized.

"And you never get my order."

I have an idea why, and that's how Elle spilled it to guide you to the topic.

"Could you run errands after this?

"No, especially when it comes to this. I don't mind if I stay for a few days, but I thought they wouldn't call me for not having any other patients."

"Uh, actually, there are people in the hospital right now who are in an emergency."

"Maybe it's Mr. Griffith?

"That, you know?

"Because everyone in the village was out on that topic"

"I see."

The nurse said she was satisfied with Elle's words.

I'll keep the story I just heard from shoppers that the pickup broke in and Mr. and Mrs. Griffith, former adventurers and arms, were wounded. So I shake the subject as if I had just come up with something.

"But I heard that Mr. Griffith was slightly injured. Could it be that he was hospitalized..."

"Oh, you don't have to worry so much. I'll be discharged in a couple of days, because the main thing is to rest in the hospital and see how the procedure goes."

I thought it might be difficult because it concerns the privacy of the patient, but the nurse opened her mouth lightly about the current condition of Mr. and Mrs. Griffith.

It would be futile to have manoeuvres in place to extract information. Well, I don't mind the hardship being reduced for that matter.

"I was relieved to hear that. It's what you're all talking about, so you're worried about me."

"This is a small village. Often, the importance of others becomes their own."

"Well, if you think you might be attacked by a brave robber, you can't help but be anxious."

"It is. It's such a nuisance to come all the way to such a despicable village to steal."

Her point is fine, but Harrison finds so much value in the sword. Well, Harold said Justus was chewing on the behavior.

Harrison directed Harold and the others. I'm pretty sure it's one of his plans to be the first to see it. And Harold seems to be onto the content of the plot as well.

Never tell me what's in it, but given that Harold is very devoted to this kind of work, it could cause quite a few things. Elle had guessed that from a situation where there was no clear evidence but it was all in place.

The key to untying the truth would still be the existence of a treasure sword. It is the real thing that El has never seen, but its existence is something he knew on knowledge.

Far below this earth, deep in the crust.

There is supposedly a solid giant astral at the core of the continent sleeping there. A total of seven weapons tools were scraped out of their astral bodies and processed and created.

It is also unclear whether the story is true or whether there is such a way to reach such a deep underground. Even the presence of a solid astral body is a frown saliva, and over the years a tail has been attached to what began to be about rumours, which probably led to the creation of a great deal of anecdote at the end.

The beginning is probably a false kind of blacksmith with a sword to increase the value of the sword and his own fame. It is most reasonable and realistic to think so.

But I can't say that if there's any Justus or Harold's thoughts involved there. Elle, who stepped on it that it would be worth an in-depth look, had already started an investigation. Not only Elle himself, but also Giffelt's organizational skills.

Depending on the outcome, you may see what they are trying to do.

treachery to Harold, not to say, but it would be better to do it in secret. It is more likely that Elle will be reluctant to let exploration in.

It is necessary to repair good on the surface so that the relationship of cooperation can progress smoothly, even though the relationship of trust and so on has not yet been established.

"Ah, looks like it's finally over"

That's what the nurse said as Elle continued the conversation as she lost track of things. The door leading to the office was opened to respond.

It was a slightly fat man with mixed gray hair who came out. Age looks like a good person in places like the fifties.

And it was the red-haired boy and the blonde girl who showed up with him like that. Neither of those expressions are excellent, but they're two of the faces Harold was hearing about.

I'm pretty sure this boy and girl will be the first to see him as a liner and a collet. They are the ones who assume that Harold will be the key person in this and possibly the "something” we are waiting for.

The role given to Elle is to support them from the shadows like that. So Elle grinned extremely naturally and refreshingly at the two eyes as she dived into the nostalgia of the liners.

"Hello, my name is El, and I'm a merchant traveler."

This was the moment of the first encounter between the three of us, who will soon be destined together.