My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

"But, well, you sleep well."

Cody whines about that as she sees Sarah and Mikhail sleeping half-open the bedroom door next to the living room and round into one bed. When the time comes, it's time to change the date, but I've been asleep for more than eight hours.

I guess I still couldn't get enough nutrition and the body was under a lot of strain.

"Hmm, that's what happens because you're playing around after dinner in good shape"

"Say that. You went out with that game."

"Shut up, I just did the right thing."

You were overjoyed, and by the time I finished eating, it seemed like Sarah was nostalgic for Harold as well as Mikhail. They opened my mind enough to eventually get tired of playing and fall asleep leaning on Harold with all my sisters and brothers.

Then they keep sleeping all the time. I have made and set aside dinner for once, but for this minute it will be breakfast tomorrow.

"It's not convincing to say that while making a knob, but hey."

"It's just a waste of time."

In fact, I was free until Finnegan's wife came home. So I was making something to gently pinch to in response to Cody's request that I was hungry.

Nevertheless, it is enough to thicken the dried meat and season it with pepper while only sautéing the surface. Even Sarah would be able to do that.

If it's true, I decided to put alcohol on the knob with a stewed vegetable soup that I made at noon because it's a classic, but not insane enough to start serving alcohol at someone else's house. It is made from a thin flavour, so it will not go with salty dried meat.

After that, I felt signs of people outside when they were still embellishing Cody's teasing topic.

Here he comes.

"Uh, how do you know?

"There is one sign that we are approaching with dragging footsteps. Definitely first."

"Are you more and more human apart?

"Just come and get me."

"Yes, sir."

Harold prompts Cody to head to the front door. It would still be easier to speak out that I waited at the front door rather than waiting in the house. Well, still, they'll definitely be suspicious, but say my husband's ex-colleague. It's not a noise where he comes home and suddenly he's already surprised or alarmed if someone's in the house.

Well, I can't get tired of just being in the house at the earliest. I even rent the kitchen, but I'd like to have it rounded up by a good mouthed cody around there. It is a more important division of roles than helping cook.

Inside, I sit back in my chair thrilled and wait for the two of them to come.

Then a few minutes later, Harold finally got to face Finnegan's wife.

My name is Cynthia.

It's Harold Stokes.

"I'm sorry I'm an unfathomable man. This isn't a bad guy."

"No... so what's the story about getting involved with my husband?

I know you're suspicious of the sudden, but thankfully, he moved on from his wife, Cynthia. I guess that's all I can think of about my husband.

Cody and I have eyes on each other. Harold sends a gaze to the effect that you explain. This mouth is not meant to be an explanation. Not to mention the first person I met. Guess what I think. Cody opens his mouth a lot.

"Frankly, we've found a way that might improve Finnegan's bedtime."

"Ho, is that true!?

"Yeah, it's only possible," he said.

Sometimes it doesn't work, Cody says otherwise. Harold stares at him with surprise at him like that "can you talk to him so seriously?" Well, he's a man in a responsible position in an honorable organization called the Knights of the Holy Kings, so it's obvious that he can be worded according to the circumstances.

Except in front of my parents, I can only say spicy and disgusting things. This mouth is abnormal.

"... so what's the cost?

That's what Cynthia has heard, as I can think of. Well, normally you wouldn't think they'd let you get that kind of treatment for free. All the more so if you live like lighting a fire on your nails.

Cody is not that cynical a person though. He wouldn't make unscrupulous demands or anything because he's a man of the right character, for better or worse, Harold stood at ease as he thoroughly listened to the listener. Not until Cody leans his gaze over here.

"What? If you have something to say, say it clearly."

"What I'm trying to say is, this is something you can't do without Harold's sword, and it's not something you can decide on my side."

"No, I'll just lend you my sword."

Speaking of rewards, there's just enough to figure out if you can unbrainwash the Justus being put on Finnegan. There are a few parts of me that are concerned, but that's not what I'm talking about right now.

In short, you make your own decisions.

"Well, then... it doesn't cost anything else, and I don't care if it's free."

"No! I can't thank you for nothing, even though you might be able to cure my husband"

"No, I guess so..."

Cody has a bad tooth cut. Sure, it won't cost you anything, but instead, it'll just cut your life a little bit.

But explaining it, Cynthia, who has a common sense reaction, could shy away from treatment. Even if you take it, it's not an easy thing to give back, such as Dae-eun, who cut your life and got help. It was visible that I would not be able to reply easily. Well, I guess you're wondering how I convinced you.

I know how Cynthia feels, but as for Harold, I didn't want to waste time or anything here. We must treat Finnegan promptly and go to those two with the results, whether successful or not. That's already a decision for Harold.

"Then can you pay for being charged? Or do you have something I can offer you instead of money?

And this is what I would do if I tried to do a cover-up shooting of persuasion.

Cody and Cynthia, of course, push even Harold, who accidentally pinched his mouth to a word released from his mouth that doesn't know the concept of wrapping it in an oblate.

But the air in this place becomes irrevocably heavy when we remain silent. With remorse for his breadth. Yes, he continued his words with impetus.

"You can't do both, can you? If you have any savings, you should be eating a decent meal just for the kids."

"That's... yes..."

"Then don't talk about things you can't even do. It doesn't matter whether you thank me or not."

"Harold, that's too much to say"

"I'm just sticking to the facts. All right? All you can do is choose. Accept or refuse treatment free of charge? It's no use thinking about anything else."

You couldn't stand the verbal violence, a glimmer of tears streaming down Cynthia's cheek bent over.

When he saw it, Harold's conscience shouted out in reproach. but stopping words here really just ends up being high-pressure motherfuckers who say disgusting things.

Somehow, and in a hurry, Harold decided to pinch the one cushion with action instead of words for now. Get up and dust the still hot soup into a small soup plate. And I put it in front of Cynthia while she leaned down.

"... What's this?

"Drink it first without saying four or five."

Cynthia suddenly behaves, and Cody looks confused. As for Harold, I simply wanted him to drink something warm and calm down.

It's subtle if that feeling made sense, but still Cynthia put her mouth on the soup.

"Delicious..."

"Naturally. I made it for you."

"Do you have this?

"Oh, and so are the other dishes"

I would also arrange the rest of the daytime dishes on the table that I had some extra time to say so. The movement was such that it did not precipitate as if it were a supply.

As Harold urged, Cynthia carries them into her mouth too.

"How's the taste of a decent meal?

"... delicious. Very, so much so that I could cry..."

I'm already out, but of course I don't give a damn about it.

Honestly, the flavor won't even compare to the housewives around there, but the story is that the dietary situation in this house was bad enough to tear up to that extent of cooking. Well, I can't tell if this tear touches the taste or if it keeps flowing from now on.

"I guess. The kids were also delighted with an unchanging meal and cheered with one of the soaps they bought and did."

"How can you get that far? Like you said, there's nothing we can give back..."

Here are the children's smiles for generations, but if you can say so, you can earn one of your favorites, but Hate and Harold are not such good youth.

"It's whimsical. But not everything is. If I can treat Finnegan, it'll do me good too."

At the edge of his sight, Cody said, "Oh, really? ♪ But I look like I said ♪ I didn't tell him because it had nothing to do with him, but if I thought about it, if I had taught Cody that, I would have made the negotiations easier.

Just don't stand in regret.

"So I gave him some grace this time. I'm a nobleman, and I feel punished for it, or I'm forced to take the Scarecrow."

I know it was a terrible thing to say, Harold, but it is also true that it goes through to some extent.

"I'm in a different position. You are only allowed to move as I wish. [M] Understand that."

Cynthia's face is distorted.

What was on that look was anger at the arrogant Harold, his misery at his powerless self, and his renunciation of the cruel world in which the weak were bewitched by the strong.

But there was a voice that swallowed them and tried to follow Harold's words to control Cynthia. It belongs to Harold no other.

"... but if you're not convinced on that, swear here. When I try to be strong so that I can protect those I want to protect so that I can pierce my will. If you want to exchange that vow, I'll lend you everything you've got today."

"Huh...?

"Naturally, this loan is expensive. Are you ready to step on that? Can you ask for what you can get if you're in love waiting like a bird waiting to be baited until you go all the way down a steep road?

In short, this is what Harold suggested.

Will you accept free treatment and end it, or will you lend the treatment and return the favor later?

It's a mean question to the other family who can't afford a living. I have that consciousness, but as Harold, I want to move quickly to action. My thoughts and poor mouth combined to make this a choice.

Well, this would pick the former, and should I leave mental care to Cody? With that in mind, Harold awaits Cynthia's response.

"... ok. I accept your proposal."

"Right. So..."

"Yes, let's swear here. I try to make my husband stronger to protect his children. And no matter how long it takes, I will return this favor."

(... that?

Harold shudders inside. Oh, you choose the lender? Isn't that hard? and.

With such Harold on her ass, Cynthia rose from her chair and knelt in front of Harold, bowing her head.

"And I swear to you, I swear allegiance."

I don't need that, it was just unspeakable air.

Before expanding 180 degrees differently from the aim, Harold just says, "Well, keep that word until my husband wakes up," so it's best.

Well, now we can move on to Finnegan's treatment, so if you say it's Aurai, it is.

"Oh well. You're choosing between giving and lending. Whoa, whoa, whoa."

For now, you can't have Cody's leg that said something so out-of-target next to Harold! I decided to step on it a little stronger with the thought that