My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

After a while in the mountains, Erica was somewhat very depressed when she noticed it. He's releasing more and more aura from his whole body, and he's walking slowly. I don't know why, but it's too sudden a change to get past my worries and even remember the creeps.

I called out, wondering if he had been distracted. Nothing, Harold didn't have to speak up, but Yuno told me, "What shall we do, Master Harold?" and asked the other faces, "What shall we do?" It is just as soon as I could not ignore it when I was seen with my face.

That's why Erica's reaction was slightly suspicious, but she didn't feel ill, and she said she was thinking.

What would I think would emit such gloomy air? disturbing.

Besides, the monster stuck me by surprise and took the form of a hug Erica to deal with that attack. Well, that should be useful in itself and not wrong in behavior, but from Erica's point of view, Harold curses his own destiny that his instincts may take precedence over reason and start eating her flatbacks here, equal to being suddenly sexually harassed by someone he hates in the heart.

But Erica's reaction was very light. I mean, the focus wasn't set and it was empty up there somewhere. I'm just worried about this.

I also tried to get confirmation that it was really okay, but the only thing that came up was the words "think later" and so on, and Erica looked like she was going to cry after it. Not as infamous or itchy as a cattle bastard who cries women now, but it does quite a bit of damage to his conscience.

And not only that, but there's a situation waiting for Erica to be active after this if Harold's predictions are to be centered. The role may also be difficult in a state like this.

The option of turning back here does not exist within Harold, and it is difficult to think of a way to separate the forces of war by leaving Erica and Yuno here.

Harold took Erica's wrist with a grand desire to sigh out. Keep pulling forcefully to proceed to the destination.

Immediate release work must be carried out considering the effects of temper. You can't leave Erica alone for that either. Fortunately, the place where the machine would have been installed was already about the distance between the eye and the tip of the nose, and then Harold decided he should just finish up and leave.

Since it is this mouth that speaks out anymore only has negative consequences, there is only action. Unsurprisingly, Erica followed me with her wrist held. Maybe he's so depressed that he doesn't even have the strength to rebel.

Speaking of which, about six months ago, when I was sent to Kabulan at Itsuki's wedding, it was the opposite idea, and I finally arrived at my destination in retrospect.

It is the depression surrounded by mountains on all sides. The shape is distorted but roughly circular, with a tender slope continuing to the centre. Its diameter was several hundred meters, and now it also looked like a giant big hole with a bad vision and unable to grasp its full content.

In front of that sight, tension came from behind to Harold. The cause is inside the recessed ground.

"Hey, what's this..."

The liner shrugged. Maybe that was a word that spoke for everyone's feelings.

There were a wide variety of monsters in the huge recess. It goes without saying that all of them have been frenzied because they are the point of outbreak of temper. It would be easier if the monsters crushed each other, but it doesn't seem to be such a convenient development.

Well, within Harold's expectations.

While the reefa is disarming the machine installed in the center of this recess in the original, it enters a ten-minute continuous battle. Two to five enemies appear, and when you defeat them, new enemies appear again at the same random from the edge of the screen, and you have to keep knocking them down to the time limit of enough. That's why Harold expected a large number of monsters around the machine.

By the way, Reefa falls out in the game, and at this point Francis is not one of them, so the fight is forced to be limited to four people: Liner, Colette, Hugo and Erica. In this, Erica will be the only recoverer and long-range attacker, so when she is dying, it can be a pretty tough development.

In addition to Francis this time, I'd like to think that Yuno, and most importantly Harold, are there so they won't be forced to struggle that much, but even monsters that just get in the eye are quite a few. If we're going to knock it all out, it's going to be a long stretch on an hourly basis.

I don't know how much time Reefa needs to try to disarm the machine, but you should leave as soon as the disarm is complete.

"The production begins. Everybody out of the weapon."

"Come on, Harold. Are you gonna stick it in there?

"That's right. The destination is central. There's a machine installed there."

Too much force pushing maneuver to keep knocking down the monster until the release of the reefa is complete at its center. Normally reckless, but raw hatred and the people aligned here are a group somewhat out of the ordinary.

"Build your way first. You continue to do so."

Harold pulls out two swords and switches them. I have been prepared for situations where I deal with a large number of monsters by myself for a long time. This time it is perfect for the worst unfolding advance exercises that may be visited any day.

"Are you planning to launch an assault by yourself ~?"

"Still fine...... liner. Let me see how much you've grown."

"Heh, that's good! It's a battle to see which one can defeat more."

"Stupid. I can't compete with you and me."

But for the time being, it seems ridiculous when it comes to assault. Most importantly. Until I got here, I was an anxiety element. The swine aggressive personality shines only in these circumstances.

If that's the case, we'll run the operation.

"Erica."

"- Yes."

A response that is never big, but still feels core, strong will. I was sobbing and depressed. I turned from the beginning, and not a single cloudy, powerful eye on its face is pointed at Harold.

Dear Sir, I am a little scared that things have changed too much. Well, you shouldn't worry because you seem motivated.

"What is the most powerful piece of magic you can use?

"Is it 'Blast Me Tear'"

……

Ha!? manage to hold the voice down. Erica's answer was shocking enough to force me to do that.

A Blast Meatier is magic that is suitable for screen control that Erica acquires at level fifty. Its pressure is two-thirds of the screen. In other words, if it can be activated even in situations where it has been pushed into the enemy, it has explosive power that can lead to a reversal of the situation at once. It takes MP consumption and chanting time for that matter, but at any rate, it's not a good move to remember at this point.

As long as there is an MP recovery drug, 'Mana Bottle', the consumption problem will be solved, so if Erica joins the main party today, the game balance may collapse. So much powerful magic.

There were a bunch of things I wanted to say about why I remember that and when I was so strong, but I would enjoy it for a long time and stay calm.

Reasons are not something I care about right now. Instead, you should be happy that the offense is easier. Think that way and look forward.

"Let it go in a straight line toward the center."

"Yes, sir."

Erica concentrates and begins chanting. A pale red effect occurs to surround her like that.

Beautifully heavy intimidation. Speaking of which, don't be the first to see Erica use magic other than healing in this world, what an unexpected fact Harold realizes. Such discoveries were blown to dust by Erica's magic.

"'Blast Me Tear'"

A stormy meteor descends from the sky in one word. With the roar, a tremendous shock reached Harold and the others. Only Erica, who unleashed her magic, and Harold, who knew what was going to happen, were silent in her mouthful of surprises.

The heart of such Harold is as follows:

(Eggs...)

First of all, there's something wrong with power. I could still confirm from here that the monster would blow up in pieces. Where the hell has the original Erica gone, who was feeling heartbroken in defeating a living monster, albeit harmful to people? Countless storms had created craters on the ground.

My spine is going to freeze when I think this might be directed at me one day.

But as ordered, it was easier to get into it because I pioneered it more than I expected.

"Let's go, liner"

"Huh?... Ah, whoa!

"Is that enough? I can still let it go..."

"... keep your magic warm"

If they use such stupid, powerful magic, they start liners, and the opportunity to measure the strength of other members disappears. Well, I'm pretty sure it would be easier for Erica to take care of the monster.

Not so much to talk about in the ensuing results. Harold and Reiner crunchily defeated the remaining enemies on the path, and Reefa arrived safely under the device, escorted by members who followed behind the two. And then for twenty minutes to disarm, he even kept slaughtering his enemies to protect Reefa.

It will be Erica who defeated the most enemies. Erica, who turned into a stationary turret in the immediate vicinity of Reefa because she was a rear guard, showed varying degrees of its power of control and annihilation while alternating attacks with magic and bows and arrows.

Thanks to this, Harold also did not have to be particularly forced to hunt the monsters pale and could afford to observe other human fights in between.

The sentiment was that the liners were never bad at their strength, and they were able to deal with it without being swallowed up by a wave of pushing monsters. Both individual and collaborative powers can be called passing scores at the moment. It would be even better if you pointed out some of the parts that bothered you later.

It's inferior when compared to Erica, but that can't be helped anymore. Rather, it was the level of what Erica was.

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The town of Smeragi was revitalized. That, too, should have dissipated the sentiment that had afflicted Smeragi territory for many years, and the people lying on the hospital bed began to recover.

It all turned out just like Harold said. How the hell did Smeragi owe him? How the hell can I return that?

Harold wants nothing. Neither getting paid nor getting fame shows any interest in such a thing. Rather, he wants to cut off from Smeragi. So there's nothing I can do as a Smeragi position. It is also a troubling issue as an Erica individual.

The liners also told me that if I could get through the regulated mountains, that would be fine. I couldn't show much gratitude on the spot, and I stayed to the extent that the Smeragis honored their work. And then there was the stuffiness.

The day after disarming the device that was creating the temper. The place is at the Smeraggi family mansion. A voice full of liner rage sounds.

"I'm not convinced! Why don't you give me Harold's name!

'Cause you said you didn't need me.

Their activity, which solved the temper problem, is transmitted not only inside Smeragi, but also to the outside world. But there was only Harold's name among them.

Needless to say, it's because Harold refused to do so.

"Why not!

"Is your brain really stuck in your head? It's unpleasant, but my position is Justus'. What if I interrupt a part of Justus' plan?"

"Then let's get away from him like that"

"Stupid. I told you before I had something to do."

Opinions were parallel between Harold and Liner. But in conclusion, we will have to respect Harold's will.

That's what he wants, and given his position, we just have to do that. When I think of Harold, I even had an opinion that the liners should refrain from publishing this matter to keep it out of sight, although it was bad for them. It was Harold himself who waited for it.

Harold asked Reiner what he intended to do next, and Reiner's answer to that was to get his sword back and take down Justus as well.

Having confirmed that, Harold insisted that the liners' work should still be made public. That it would attract more attention, and it would be harder to reach the other side if it was also heroic, and instead easier for the liners to act.

It is the swords of the blades that increase in visibility, but if they are successfully hammered for that matter, they do have a great effect.

But I was strictly ordered not to put my name in there, and it was in the present situation that the liner that rebelled against it...

"If you're near a guy named Justus, you're in danger, aren't you? He said he didn't have to do that..."

It's none of your business.

The liner eats down or there is no sign of Harold shaking his neck vertically. Besides, the business boils down and the liner heats up.

"It doesn't matter! I got Harold to help me before, and Colette-- hoo!

The liner raises an odd voice. The cause was Harold sitting across the street until just now. He was cleverly forced to shut up by throwing a tea contract treat into the liner's wide open mouth.

And when he stood up quietly, he grabbed the collar of a liner struggling to chew sweets.

"Come on. Looks like you need a little education."

"Mmmm!?

Without leaving the liner behind, Harold drags him away somewhere.

I guess I stopped the liner trying to say something about the past that helped Colette. Colette was also smiling bitterly when she saw it. Everyone who knows the circumstances that Harold is trying to hide that past has the same look.

"Well, let those two go. The Colettes will continue their journey, won't they?

"Yeah. Liner's right."

"Well, can I follow you, too?

Reefa offers to accompany you on your journey.

"Oh, Reefa, are you coming with me?

"Unless you can't."

"Glad to hear it! Regards from now on!

Colette takes Reefa's hand with a full grin and shakes her hand with so much momentum that there is probably a sound.

With that said, she's a tribute to Erica, but she's Frank against Reefa. I think that the position of nobility is related, not the sense of distance itself, but a little lonely.

"Hmm, then I'll come with you."

"Ah? That's okay, you're royal for once, right?

"That's why. The same goes for the burglars you're chasing, but most importantly, the wondrous of Justus is unforgivable. I will torment the people as a blood drawer of the royal family, if I do not seize him at all."

"... I've reviewed it. I thought you were a prince."

"That's rude. You are!

Over there, Francis seems determined to follow the liners as well.

In contrast, Colette tilts her neck.

"But why are you following us?

"I have something to think about. And I can see a little bit of what he's after."

"Aim?"

Colette doesn't seem to know what she's talking about, but what Reefa said the aim would be about the discomfort Erica also remembered. Harold's "seemingly" behavior this time. The sincerity of it is to gather perhaps the people who are here.

Erica, Liner, Colette, Reefa, Francis. Harold had prior knowledge of all five of these. The odds that those five happen to be assembled in Smeragi territory, etc., that would be like a miracle. Maybe even Hugo will be included there.

So this is definitely the first thing Harold led us to do. And based on the history, you can assume that Harold has been trying to create this situation for quite some time. I don't think I would have done anything I could have done so far if I'd just solved the temper problem.

So what do we want to gather ourselves to do? This also manifests itself in another seemingly unlike Harold's behavior.

the dangers of his past and Justus that he exposed. Normally, he kept it a secret, and Harold, who stood up to him on his own, dared to speak, and made it easy for Erica and the others to recognize how cruel and dangerous Yustus was.

Harold is trying to stop Justus from planning. You're probably after the moment when you get into the other person's nostalgia for it and flip the anti-flag as you spend your time in a female ambush. And if Erica and the others get in the way of the plan from the outside, Harold on the inside will be easier to move.

Interference from both inside and outside, both sides. This is what Harold is after.

This is what we do until we cross the dangerous bridge. I guess Justus' plan is also quite dangerous.

If there's anything I can do to repay Harold, it would be nothing more than help here. I don't know how far I can go, but there's no point in getting lost if I can hold Harold's will back at all.

"Mr. Colette."

"What is it? Erica."

"Can I follow you, too?

Everyone but Reefa looks surprised at such Erica's words. Erica understood that Reefa still thinks the same thing about herself.

Maybe she also wants to help Harold.

"Uh, even Erica!? Aww, what do we do...!

"... Erica"

"Don't stop, father, brother. This must be Smeragi... No, it's what I'm supposed to do"

Erica stares into the eyes of her father and brother without distracting from her gaze. To lose ground on it, they all exhaled small.

"It's a favor of Erica, who rarely speaks selfishly. Let me ask you something, Dad."

"... oh. I can't stop it anyway. That's the kind of eye I have."

"Thank you"

Erica bows her head deeply.

An offer that can also be described as verbal discourse as the son of Smeragi. But I was glad to hear that the kindness and trust of my father and brother, who drew her thoughts and sent her away, made me acknowledge that I had become one too.

"Yeah... does that really mean?

"Yes. Nice to meet you, Mr. Colette"

"Duh, what do I do, liner! We're responsible!

Colette screams for help to a liner who's not here right now. He would have been educated by Harold by now. Harold's education, which is demanding for him and for others, is both physical and mental.

But that's his kindness.

Erica loved him so clumsy, Harold. We must act if we are to shape that thought. Because I still can't tell Harold how I feel, not with words or attitudes.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Reefa, huh?

"Yeah, I'm counting on you, old lady."

"Hehe, I've never been told that before"

Couscous and Erica laugh. Reefa also laughed bitterly at it.

Erica felt that she was just like herself again. Whatever it is, I want to help Harold, and I can't stay or not.

Reefa may be such a "rival" to Erica.

"... each other, we might struggle"

"That's all I can do. He's a selfish guy."

"Yeah, really"

That's what Erica and Reefa say, laughing at each other.

I had no worries about that laugh, it was as clear as the blue sky of spring.