My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Clara is crying. The voice is not the one raising it, but tears spilled from the gap between the hands that covered the face transmit the cheeks to dampen the potatoes and the ground. It's already a cry level.

Harold was eating at her like that.

It is certainly also a convincing reaction to be crying and thanked, given that I saved Clara's life and that of her daughter, Colette.

But Harold himself had his own burdens on that series of events. I wouldn't even call it a match pump, but that one was caused by Harold's carelessness and the Stokes' argument, and it doesn't fall on Clara at all. Even so, my daughters are forcibly relocated. As for Harold because of that history, when he is so thankful as to cry, it rather brings up his apologies.

Plus about eight years to replace Harold. In the meantime, the emotions shown by face-to-face opponents were mostly a choice between fear or disgust. It's been a long time since I got used to that situation.

That's why I find it difficult to cope when they push my gratitude forward in this way. But objectively, I understand that the situation is not good. It would be an instant call, such as a man making a widow cry at his doorstep late at night.

In the meantime, I need you to calm Clara down and get her up inside the house.

"How long are you going to do that? I told you I wanted to ask you something."

"Also, I'm sorry. I think it's going to stain your eyes, but please go inside."

That's what they put me through. A single family home in a wooden bungalow. The lamp was lit and the indoor illuminated by its light was certainly a prime compared to the environment in which Harold lived. But there's nothing uncomfortable about Harold, who doesn't feel like a common man at all, even though the tiny, beautiful living space can't go away forever.

Rather than that, the problem I had with hiatus is looking at this one by peeking from the shadows, a girl characterized by her mother's conceded blonde hair, Colette.

"Colette, Master Harold is here to see you. Say hello."

"Oh, it's been a while, Master Harold..."

Besides, Colette bows her head like that. It would be my first reunion in five years, but it was still growing so beautifully that I had to describe it as a beautiful girl. It looks the same as the game Harold knows.

The last time I saw him was at the Martial Arts Games in Delphito. I wanted him to be strong then, and Colette seemed somewhere frightened because of the slightly tough words he showered.

"Colette, you said. Come here, too."

Seat Colette without saying yes or no. Amelail parents and children sit down at a small table, and Harold opposite it. "I don't know if it suits your mouth..." Harold began explaining it again, after putting his mouth on the tea served.

"I heard a burglar entered the house next door last night. Is that true?"

"Yes."

"How many?

"I heard it was a pair."

"Has anyone seen who you are?

"Mr. and Mrs. Griffith, who live in a house that was stolen, and Mr. Reiner, their son. As far as I can tell, those three. Rumor has it he was hiding his face in a black robe."

"The neighbor wasn't there."

"The killer attacked us and the couple are in the hospital. Reiner, you chase the killer to the village after noon today..."

Compare the information you have with the factual relationships Clara knows about. There does not seem to be any great indulgence there. Naturally, the killer didn't seem to have a star on him yet.

While relieved by that, Harold turns his gaze to Colette, who has been pushing silently since earlier.

"The liner that chased the killer is that redhead, isn't it?

"Yes, sir"

Looks like it went through with that redhead, Colette nods as she reacts still frightened.

I deliberately uttered words that incited anxiety while I thought it was bad for her like that.

"If I predict correctly, he dies."

Colette and Clara are breathtaking. The shock still seems huge when people say it's clear so far.

But this is not a threat or anything. Defeat is thick if Reiner acts alone and fights with the Wentus and the others, which is his current strength. And defeat in this world is mostly death and = unlike the game's Continuum.

I told Wentus and Lilium not to kill him to prevent it, but I followed him around saying what happened to accidents accidental to the battle. So as for Harold, as soon as I can, I want Colette to follow the liner now if she can.

For that reason, Harold chose to slap Colette in the butt anyway.

"From the sightings, the killer is likely a burglary group called 'Trinity' that has been making noise around the Wang capital lately. Trouble is, they are all highly capable of fighting, and even if they hold down the crime scene, they are forced to escape."

Of course he is a liar. Such a burglary group does not exist. That's the name and setting Harold appropriately gave it. Even in the game, those three didn't have a name, so I had to think for myself.

But you don't have to know that. Colette and Clara's face is pale. Thanks to this, I don't even seem to think about the question of why Harold is after such dangerous people. It would help if you could keep it through.

"Oh no..."

Sadness that you might lose your liner, regret that you couldn't stop it, even if you couldn't. Such things come from Colette's voice color.

My heart aches, but Harold ignores it and asks Clara again.

"So, where did the Soytes disappear?

"Neighboring town, to the west..."

"Well, then, once we get back to Wangdu, we can fix the system."

"Oh, aren't you going after me?

As I aimed, Colette ate Harold's words.

From Colette, you want me to go after him and help the liner. I know, but if I do, Colette won't follow the liner in the end. It also makes it very difficult to leave when to take them with you.

If you do poorly, you will be exposed that you are a killer, or the main culprit.

"Not right now. We need to be ready to capture Trinity."

"But then there's the liner!

"Take a risk on me to help him. Is that what you're trying to say?

I dare to crush other people's choice in harsh terms.

"Well, that's not..."

"Well, then what do you mean?

……

Colette bites her lips and nags. I guess I don't get words to say it back.

Harold never stops saying things like that to her.

"They kill people for stealing. Its combat ability comes with origami. You want me to go after those people at your own convenience?

"But... because Master Harold is strong..."

"Oh, sure, I could win"

"Then!"

"I told you. There are multiple opponents. It doesn't make sense for another guy to run away where he's caught one. I mean, you're gonna need someone other than me to tie Trinity up. Do you have a guarantee of life for the Soviets? If you can take full responsibility, I'll follow you now."

It's not always right to be honest. I feel like someone somewhere was saying that, but that would be exactly the situation right now. Even if I am ten percent right, can crushing the wishes of the girl I want be said to be the right choice?

No, maybe I can't be honest at a time when I'm being so impotent in the first place. With that in mind, Harold still doesn't break his attitude.

"Don't be sweet, Colette.“ Relying on ”and“ relying on ”is something else."

"Huh...?

"'I thought you knew how helpless it was to be weak. Still, if you choose the path to live as a weak man, do as you please." "

Five years ago, I return the words I said to her.

Reliance itself is good. Family, friends, and associates are made up of relationships that support and rely on each other.

But Colette is sweet and dependent on her surroundings. It is absolutely wrong to do nothing yourself and just rely on it unilaterally. With the troubles and fear of death that no one can reveal to me for the past eight years, I still want to say "work harder" as Ichi Hirazawa "Harold" who has been scratching my feet.

Well, that's a terribly selfish thing to say.

"I don't know if you remember this word, but is this the result of being helped and survived? That's unusual."

"Huh!"

Gatan, and rings a chair, shaking off Clara's suppression as well, and Colette leaps out of the house unable to stand Harold's ramblings. Was it her tears that reflected slightly in the darkness?

Silence descends between Harold and Clara.

(... I may have said too much)

Harold's mouth has a reputation for passing. It would also be like this if I got hot that I was supposed to have to be a stopper.

Drink out tea that starts to cool down, sweating cold no matter what you do inside. I didn't have time for anything anymore.

Though I'm asking Elle for a horse. It's time to leave Brousch Village. I can't get to the next town until nightfall. That would put the liner on the Fog Valley alone. I can't even take my time here to sneak up on myself as a safety.

"Clara."

"... Yes"

"Don't stop when Colette tells you she's going after the liner."

"... why, is it? If Harold's right, I can't stop Colette as a mother."

Especially you.

But I can't let you not snort here. If this persuasion doesn't seem to work, I'll have to ask Elle to burn it, because it's this Clara that will be the gateway in those places.

I'll say something like that for that.

"Hmm, do you have that girl as this parent? You haven't changed either."

"What is that..."

"The stupidity of being trapped in meaningless worries."

"No way, Master Harold is going to protect that kid from the start...?

I'm not going to say that much. But I intend to spare no support from the shadows so that it will be as it was originally written. That's probably the most likely way for Colette to survive.

If Justus' plan succeeds, most people will die, so Colette, who is part of the main party running to stop the plan, should be able to find a way to live only in a dead place where his life is in danger.

"That's it. Be sure you don't have to say anything else about me being here."

That's what Harold leaves the house.

Three hours left until nightfall.

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Spring passes and the night breeze still stains a little, albeit warmer. It would be superfluous if it jumped out of the way and remained thinly dressed.

But Colette doesn't feel like going home.

"Dependent” and “dependent” are different things.

I thought you knew how helpless it was to be weak. Still, if you choose the path to live as a weak man, do as you please. '

Harold's spicy words echo all the time in his head.

I learned to be as angry as he said. I regretted that I couldn't say it back. But best of all, I was satisfied with the status quo and didn't notice Harold's advice, and I felt sorry for myself for not being able to grow anything. I regretted the days I didn't do anything.

I wonder how this could have happened, Colette bursts into tears as she looks up at the starry sky.

Until yesterday it was a prudent life, but happy. I had a loving mother, a friendly childhood friend, and I had no grievances or anxieties.

Such a routine breaks apart in an instant. I can't even do what's left of me that way. Regret and helpless self. Five years ago, was this what Harold was afraid of?

Without power, without help, Colette walks astray with Tobotobo. I have so many memories of spending time there with the liner. I couldn't understand how important those were until this situation was so commonplace.

"Is that Colette?

Unexpectedly, such a voice arrived in the wind at night. There was an appearance of Elle smiling the same as during the day if he turned to those who spoke.

If you notice, you seem to have walked to the west gate, which is the entrance to and exit from the village. I don't remember where I've been walking.

"What's going on at this late hour? It's so thin."

I've been relentlessly pointed out for my stupidity and escaped, I couldn't say.

Colette returns the question to Elle to refuse to answer.

"There was a lot going on. Elle's the one with the horse. What's wrong?

"No, a stranger came earlier and got beat up. I was told to sell me a new horse because I had crushed my horse."

"A stranger?

"Yes, yes. He's got red eyes, a man his age as old as Colette. You had a sharp eye and you accidentally sold it in two replies."

Colette knew what Elle was talking about. Definitely Harold. From what I've said and done, I seem to have come to this village in a hurry.

And now to the King's Capital...

"Is that it?"

So Colette noticed something strange. How could Elle, who sold a horse to Harold, come from the west gate to the next town, not from the east gate that leads to the king's capital?

"What's wrong?

I couldn't help but ask Elle tilting his neck.

"Hey El. Which way did the guy who sold that horse go?

"It's the western direction. I think I hurried to the next town. Was it even an emergency?

Why? That kind of emotion swirls inside Colette.

Harold said he would return to the King's Capital once. He said going after Trinity alone would be dangerous and would not yield results.

So how did he go west to the neighbouring town, the opposite of the king's capital? That's enough to hurry until I wake up a pedestrian in the middle of the night, too.

(Maybe to help the liner...?

Such a convenient idea comes to mind for me. Harold said he wouldn't go after the liner, so there's no way.

But Colette didn't have enough ingredients to deny the idea.

And I remember at the same time. Clara told me so many times that Harold saved our lives.

That I lied to my parents and hid Clara in the dungeon, and in the meantime I had a plan around.

That they gave themselves free of charge the large sum of money that they had withdrawn from their father with a sword.

Then the rider asked the question, "Are you an idiot or not? You just have to look at the cheap sword appropriately," he said.

As a result, he accepted it even though it was murder and contempt, and stood up to us so that our survival would not be known.

"... I'm a real idiot"

I knew his kindness wasn't honest.

Though I knew his harshness was a reversal of kindness.

I knew through this body that he was a heartless and gentle man.

I should have known the lies he would lie about hurt himself and save someone.

What doesn't go after the liner, is that it? Then why are you running your horse toward the opposite of Wang Du now?

Even a bad review, maybe it's something I carried from myself. Because that man is the one who saves someone by getting dirty.

In retrospect, even then it was.

I thought you knew how helpless it was to be weak. Still, if you choose the path to live as a weak man, do as you please. '

That word still has a continuation. Harold then went on, 'It's not what I found out,' he said. Colette remembers it word for word.

I realize now that it was false, too.

(It's not what I found out, what a lie. Master Harold has always cared about us...)

Colette knows that the riders who carried them to this village occasionally watched from afar, although they never visited them in person. That's not once or twice, either, on a regular basis.

I'm sure he was telling Harold how Colette and the others lived.

Maybe Harold felt a sense of crisis there. Isn't that why you let such painful words bathe you when you reunited?

I didn't realize that. On the contrary, I learned to be angry, albeit for a moment, with Harold for not helping me with the liner.

Uncomparable regret, embarrassment and pity strike me earlier.

What am I doing when Harold is so far out of his hands? Depressed, just grumbling is nothing.

Helping the liner, or meeting Harold's thoughts.

"- We have to go after him."

Return your heels to get what you need.

Elle's voice is thrown on its back.

"Chasing that nasty guy?

"Yeah."

"Isn't it murky to run to someone on a horse to catch up?

That's very realistic and the right decision to make.

But that's all. No reason for Colette to stop. If I give up here, even if it's murky or unscrupulous, something's really over. I felt that way.

"Still, I'm coming."

"Oh well. By the way, this is solitary, but it looks like the guy who's not big was in a pretty hurry and left the money extra, right? Specifically, about two horses. One of the horses I've prepared for him to choose from will be wasted."

"Huh?"

"But your uncle might suspect you've deceived a customer when you get home with this amount of money, and let's keep the extra horses around. Someone might take it from here, but it's the only way. Anyway, there's a good deal of money for selling two heads."

Yeah, yeah, it's the only way.

Elle disappears to those who have a lodging to stay in, turning back those words with a bar reading. All that was left was Colette, who remained asleep, and an early horse connected to a gatepost.

Colette bowed her head to Elle as she left.

"Thanks, El"

"I don't know what to thank you for, but I'll take the corner."

I shrugged my shoulders so deliberately, I couldn't help but laugh. The horse that was connected also rattles his nose with a blurb as he understood the interaction between the two.

Until dawn, I had two hours left.