My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

"Is that, Harold...?

A grumpy liner behind him mouths Harold's name. The figure grows as tall as Colette's, and his face becomes stern, making him look like the original Harold knows.

But the person whose name was called couldn't afford to react to it.

This situation now is quite dramatic. I have to manage to get the black robe guy standing in such a way in front of Harold and the others to exit as soon as possible.

He was attacked by a liner earlier. He was made by Justus, an emotionless person like Wentus and Lilium...... not. I'm a member of the Frieri.

There are two things Harold asked Elle to do in the village of Brousch. One is to maneuver liners into town to direct them to this Fog Valley. And the other was to prepare a dummy with a black robe.

The first reason goes without saying. The second reason is that Harold had to show up before her because of Colette's move, which was not planned. I only incited him to say he wouldn't help himself, but if he didn't show up for help, he could make a bad impression on Colette.

And I really need someone to take my place in order to get into help. That's where they elected Frielli. Though I really had to get the Wentus and the others to leave than use the Frielli humans.

I don't think it's there, but it's hard to keep going and go straight to Harrison. It's visible to lose if you get into an event in the middle of the original scenario from such a beginning. Anyway, if you keep going as you originally did, the sword will come back to the liner.

In addition, we need to get things done quickly anyway, as it is difficult for the Knights and vigilantes to stick out the Frieri humans as criminals by the hands of the liners. But we cannot trump an innocent human being, and we have decided to overthrow him with our bare hands by means of a prior meeting.

That doesn't really hit him either, it just makes him look that way, that's all. So what he's fluttering about right now can also be an act. He can't move at a speed like Harold, so this is how he pretends to be taking the damage.

This won't seem suspicious if you knock it down lightly with your bare hands.

Your opponent weakly rebuilds his sword. Plus Liner and Colette are on guard, but Harold said softly.

"That's ugly. I don't even have to draw my sword to you."

That was one line or the other to make the liners listen. Harold moved after making sure that sounded solid to the two of us.

It is easy to do. Stuff the pause in the fastest step and slap your right fist into your abdomen...... just pretend.

Thanks to wearing something so dabbly that you don't know the line of your body like a robe, you can't see it when your fist stops with a thin piece of skin. And then he broke his body like the battered side was shocked, and if he took off his sword and fell into it, it would be over.

Seeing the man fall in that way, the liner was letting him pull his face.

"Hey, it's a blow..."

I also know what it feels like to say when someone I was struggling with is defeated without this difficulty. Well, it all looks like it.

Harold snarls his fingers as he leaves such a liner alone for a moment. Then a few men appeared out of nowhere. They're also Frieri personnel.

"Recover the man."

Copy that.

At Harold's direction, they begin to detain the fallen man. Now you won't have to worry about what the liners will do.

After confirming that, Harold finally faced Liner and Colette.

"Looks like you've been hurt."

"Ugh... but thanks for the help. Thanks!"

"Hmm."

As always, it's too straight, and it looks so radiant that it hurts my eyes for Harold, who's planning to start it all up.

Unexpectedly out of sight. It was Colette's face there. It's broken face. Nico is amazing. You don't seem to have to make a bad impression, but this is a troubling attitude to say anything now. I decided to go through on this occasion.

And I hear voices from the men just in time.

"Collected, sir."

Is it because they have survived in a slaughtered environment called mercenaries, whose wording is generally rough? But that's why I'm never licking and rotting my employer Harold, and even giving him a salary worthy of the job does a job like this in a three-sentence play or a convenience store in town without complaining about one of them.

In short, they are working people. Gib-and-take relationships tied by money.

Conversely, a cut in gold would be a cut in the edge, but so far there's enough money around there to say you don't have to worry about it.

"Carry it to town. Interrogate."

"Copy that. Bastards, let's get you out of here."

The three men disappear into town in charge of the man in the robe who was wrapped around them. The liner who was watching the sight asked.

"Hey Harold, what about those people?

"It's my pawn."

"Maybe that's what Master Harold said. Is it necessary preparation?

"Oh, I ended up wasting my legs."

"Ugh, sorry......"

I apologize to Colette for that one word. The liner just tilted his neck, not knowing what it meant.

In the meantime, I have nothing to do even if I stay here, so I head back to town once on my original path. I didn't particularly show it together, but very naturally Liner and Colette followed Harold. In the meantime, the liners ask me extensively to pioneer the secret of strength, or warn me not to say anything else to anyone about what I was on this occasion or about the existence of an earlier hand pawn, while transporting a man of robes to an abandoned ruin in an unpopular place.

I temporarily lowered the liner I tried to follow there, too, on the condition that he would give me information later, and gave instructions to four people, including a man tied up where others' eyes were gone, to join Elle and disperse him.

Now for one thing, I breathe a sigh of relief that I would have been able to modify the orbit. It's a miscalculation that I had to come in to help on that occasion, but it's worth considering later that I was able to make a good impression on Liner and Colette.

Those two should go after Wentus and the others to retrieve the sword they're about to take. It is also significant that the situation has naturally allowed us to show the guiding principles that we will need to see where we should be going when we do so. Now I'll be able to guide you both smoothly.

He appropriately killed time before heading to the inn where he kept the liners waiting with such a tummy tuck. A liner appeared from the inside when I knocked on the door of the room I had specified.

"I've been waiting for you, Harold!

Captured by an approaching liner as if he were a loyal dog waiting for his husband, he is drawn in his arms and invited in. Liner's eyes were about to complain to me to tell me quickly.

"Calm down, child! You!

I push my face back in the palm of my hand when I do. The liner is grabbed by the collar and peeled off by Colette as she raises her voice, "Bu Heh".

"I'm sorry, Master Harold."

"Totally......"

Sighing like a shudder, Harold lowered his hips doggedly to the chair he was preparing for the room.

"What do you want to hear?

"Do you know where the guys who stole the sword fled?

"With the information in it, you seem to be fleeing to the southwest. Probably the destination is Lorenz."

I'm going to rendezvous with Wentus and the others in the Solesphere, which is further from there to be exact, and return to the King's Capital on an empty ship, but I don't need to tell the truth because I want to conjure up the original story.

The liner, who was taught the destination of the guys who stole the sword, starts to roll the pneumonia again. I'm impressed with his mental strength when he says it's just after he finds himself in a pretty dangerous situation.

"All right! If you know you are..."

"I'm going after you now, you're not going to say anything, are you?

But the heat is also instantly cooled by the collet. Colette as a stopper stops the rampage of liners that are prone to get on track. It's an exchange I've seen a lot in the original.

Colette, who was backwards and had no energy, is apparently returning to the book. Combat style is the brain muscle, but the personality that allows you to see things calmly can be described as a good combination of liner.

The liner was also twisted by the power of childhood taming.

"No, but..."

"But I don't have any snakes."

(Does this world also have a corn...)

A liner gets persuaded in front of Harold to think about something that doesn't matter. I ended up resting my body tight, getting ready and then going after it.

Colette seems to go along as a matter of course. Then it was worth putting it out straight away.

"Um, by the way, Master Harold. What happened to the guy you just caught?

It's not the same attitude toward liners. That's what Colette asked me, like a snack.

There is no way I can say that I have liberated you already, etc., and I will delude you as such.

"Make the cut to be done. Well, that was off the hook."

"Off?"

"That man is not one of Trinity's people who stole the sword. Something like a collaborator."

"What's the difference? It."

"I have nothing on the guys who stole the sword. It's impossible to get from him to Trinity's Negijo."

While avoiding a specific story, I appeal to the fact that the man is almost irrelevant.

Reiner was not dissatisfied, but he ended up convinced of Harold's words. Is it because you feel slightly better than the original, but better at discerning things, or is this also the effect of your actions? Well, having ears to listen to against yourself won't be a disadvantage.

To be honest, it was surprising how friendly the liner was. Thought he'd never hated it as much as the original because of his character, but still thought there might be a little bit of a scourge as Harold who spoke tough words at the martial arts competition.

However, if we try to meet again this way for the first five years, we will be treated much more comfortably than we assumed. I have no complaints about that, but what is the high liking from the liners, the good Itsuki and the good guys?

It is often bewildering because of this.

"That's the end of the story."

That's what I say, I get up, and that kind of question is thrown on Harold's back when he tries to get out of the room.

"What's Harold going to do now?

"I don't need to tell you."

"Don't say that. What if... Is it Trinity? If you're going after them, let's go with them!

It was just an invitation from the protagonist.

I've never thought about this, but I can't predict how my joining a protagonist party will change future events. It doesn't necessarily put us in a fatal situation because of that, and it would be more certain to proceed as the original and put in a follow up at the stronghold to stop Justus than it will be.

Above all, getting along with Erica, which is absolutely essential to the party, is deadly evil. I don't want to bring dissonances into a party that weren't in the original.

So the response to this is "no".

"Don't make me laugh. I have something to do."

"Well... I would have been reliable with Harold"

It sounds terribly unfortunate, but you wouldn't even dream that the person in front of you right now is the main culprit who stole the sword. Even based on the possibility of that fact being exposed, we still did not have the option of acting together.

Nevertheless, we met face to face and this is how we got the chance to talk. I also feel like it would be a waste to break up like this.

Plus, it's not like there won't be another development that I'm not expecting like this one. Instead, I decided to stab the nail.

But shaking a story that is not very direct or contextual could be suspicious. To the extent that I am not suspicious from the current course of conversation, then to tell you what is important...... After much thought, Harold slowly opened his mouth.

"You are still weak. It's not far from me."

"Hmm!

The liner fades into a sudden rumbling. but pointed her lips pointy like she messed with her shortly afterwards.

"That's certainly weak compared to Harold." No. "

"I'm not in the right shape. Naturally."

I know it sounds a lot like me, but in other words, it's a game balance. It is true that there is a huge difference in combat ability and athletic performance between a liner that presupposes having a pair of four parties and Harold, who is set to fathom it all by himself.

Well, it's like a game, and I can't say enough about this world that it's hard to say exactly the same as a game, so depending on how hard you try and fight it, it's bound to be.

"So engrave that on your chest. Don't be overconfident that you're strong."

"What do you mean?

"It means it's stupid for the weak to fight on their own. If you can't reach it alone, flock. That's the fate of the weak."

When interpreted, it means make a good companion. It doesn't have to be bad for the heart to be acted on alone like this one.

From here on out, Colette will be my companion, but then the anxiety arose about whether I could add the original members to my companionship in good order. That's why I want you to remember your weakness, gather your companions so you can make it up to each other, and fight them together.

Because there are difficulties waiting to be overcome if we do not.

"The weak..."

But did you say too much? The liner is slightly grumpy.

I had assumed a more rebellious reaction, but apparently Harold had more words in his heart now than he thought. Maybe he was in pain of his lack of strength without having to be told.

"... but don't ever just neglect to try to be strong. Even more so if you think you're weak."

To the words, the face of the liner that was leaning over is hacked up. Take that and then look at Colette next. Colette nodded back hard without wandering in Harold's gaze. I guess there was something she felt about last night, too.

If Colette is around now, she should encourage the liners well.

"Bye."

No more words are needed.

Deciding so, Harold left the room behind this time.