My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

"Stay... is Harold even resenting my legs?

"Because you say something extra."

The tension I had stuck with earlier breaks down in such an exchange.

Age was the only two that were apart, but in Cynthia's eyes it seemed as if the relationship belonged to an old friend. I know Cody is a bright, dazzling character who has taken me to visit her many times since my husband suddenly fell asleep. He would have a friendly relationship with most people.

In contrast, a young man named Harold was as unfathomable as he was introduced, and it was easy to imagine that an undressed phrase on his teeth would be someone who would make many enemies.

And yet why? Words as sharp as Harold's knife pierced and rocked Cynthia's heart more than any previous encouragement.

Inside, maybe he gave up. Approximately five years after her husband had gone to bed, she had no prospect of recovering and her income had decreased and she could no longer satisfactorily see a doctor. Maybe that's what he thought somewhere in his mind that he couldn't help himself anymore, that it was something he had no choice about.

This young man, still young, would have spotted such Cynthia's renunciation.

That's what I let you choose. Run away from the hard and harsh reality or fight of your own free will. For Cynthia herself, who is nothing else.

As a wife, as a parent, be strong.

(How harsh, selfish... kind words)

Given the circumstances, there is no need for Harold, a nobleman, to give Cynthia any recognition or choice. If curing Finnegan is in Harold's interest, you can do so without question. I can't complain about Cynthia, a common man, trying to succeed.

'All you can do is choose,' he said, 'but it's only natural that you don't even have it in your position. I should have had to see Finnegan treated as it should have been said.

But Harold refused to follow the promises of those in power. Even though he is in power himself.

I reach out to issues that Cynthia can't do anything about.

But Harold showed me with words and deeds that it was up to him to grab the hand and stand up and walk forward.

Would I ever be hit so hard in the chest? Because he, the nobleman, put his hands to this point for himself, the common man, and encouraged me to scold him. It's a weirder story not to feel guilty about this.

Cynthia understood that a young man named Harold Stokes was truly aristocratic.

"Fair enough. Good hurry, let's get to work."

"Yes, from now on?

"I know it's sudden, but Harold's too busy."

You're the one who brought me here.

Harold stood up as he complained like that.

Harold asks as he stares straight into Cynthia's eyes, who is then stood up.

"Final confirmation. There is no guarantee that the treatment to be carried out will be successful. It is also conceivable to fall into ineffective or unexpected conditions simply because of the possibility of healing. Still gonna do it?

"... Yes. Regards, Husband"

"... right"

Harold walks out as if he didn't need any more words. Do you already know where you are, and that leg moves on to the room where Finnegan sleeps?

Is he asleep now when he lit the candle in the room? Finnegan had his eyes closed. Harold put his hand on the sword pattern in front of him like that.

"... what are you going to do?

But before pulling the sword out, Cody grabs Harold's hand and holds it down.

"That's the line over here. I'm not gonna ask you to do that."

The two look at each other like they shoot each other in the eye silently. Cynthia doesn't know, but there's probably some kind of circumstance.

A few seconds went by as it was Cody who opened his mouth first.

"It's about Harold. I guess you thought you had to do it because you just did a lot of work.

……

"But this is all I can't give in. I asked you to do me a favor, so let me be responsible."

"... Whatever you want"

It was Harold who broke it. He gives it to Cody for every sheath where the sword is stowed.

Cody, who received it, pulled out his sword.

"Oh, um... what do you do with that sword?

"It's a little hard to explain. Harold's sword had special powers. It might cure Finnegan."

Special powers? Cure it with a sword?

I'm not even going to cut it off, and I can't imagine what I'm going to do to Cynthia. Cody put up his sword to leave her like that. Close your eyes and take two, three deep breaths back.

Then the crystal embedded in the sword began to shine. At first, the blurred light increases its glow more and more.

Cynthia watched the thing shut up but suddenly Cody started to suffer.

"Ku......!

Breathing gets rough and sweats like balls float on its forehead. The light, which was strong, also slowly weakened as it turned bright, eventually disappeared.

It was only a few minutes of events, but Cody, who was holding the sword at the same time as the light went out, also knelt to collapse.

"Ha, ha... this is hard again..."

"So, are you okay?

"Oh, there's no problem."

"Where is it? I'm sure there's a problem."

"No, no, that's not..."

No, but you wanted to get up. But it doesn't come true, and the sword falls out of Cody's hand when he tries to stand up.

Galan, where steel slaps the floor, sounds empty in the room.

"Give it up. You can't do it."

"... you really make it clear to me. I didn't think you'd be so tough."

I smile like Cody mocks himself. Is it about the responsibility that I have to assume to observe from the first interaction, about my inability to fulfil my role?

Still, it was Harold who picked it up before Cody reached for the sword. He stared at it as if to assume that he would pick up the sword.

"I see."

After a while, Harold growls so potty. And when I turned my gaze to Cody, I said relentlessly.

You can't handle this sword.

"Didn't you choose the user?

"For treating it as just a sword. But there's not enough magic to perform the functions that are provided."

"If you need Harold's magic, it's hardly just for you..."

You were discouraged by the facts you were told. Cody lowered his hips to the chair like he was exhausted.

Cynthia also knows that Cody is a powerful finger folder in the Knights of the Holy Kings. I guess it's a considerable burden because he gets exhausted so far just trying to use his sword like that. If such a substitute can be handled properly, how many people in the world is Harold?

"That's what I'm talking about, you take a good look there."

"I get it. Oh, not at all... it's been a while since I felt so sorry for myself"

"That's surprising. I thought it was just a life of pity."

"Only raw hate and facial skin are thick. I've lived without shame."

It was a light-mouthed cody, but its expression was certainly distorted by remorse.

If you tried to help Finnegan with so much thought, it was a pleasure for Cynthia, even if she wasn't capable of analogy. Because there are still people who won't abandon their husbands.

But when I can show off how I intended it to be so far, there's some other reason. I don't think so. I don't doubt it, but I found the word "responsibility” disturbing.

Maybe they're trying to help Finnegan until they hang something up.

"Then take advantage of the skin on that surface and be hella as usual. It would be better than to welcome a five-year awakening with a pungent face."

"Yes, yes, as confident as ever"

"You too, Cynthia. Is that the face of my wife waiting for her husband to return? Even if I can't believe it, I can trust Finnegan."

Words as if Cody would sum up and shake off both the carelessness he has and the anxiety that erodes Cynthia.

Oh, how strong and kind is this guy? The words, their backs, give them the courage to face adversity. Nature and laughter spilled when I thought so.

"... I believe. Neither Finnegan, nor Harold."

You're satisfied with that word. Harold turns to Finnegan, who lies in bed without saying anything.

And when I set up my sword, my sword starts to glow just like it did when I was Cody. But its strength was clearly different from when Cody was. Maybe this means the difference between the two magic powers.

The air in the room winds backwards. Cynthia, who couldn't use magic, could feel some energy gathering at the center of the light.

Has enough magic accumulated, Harold protrudes the pattern of a sword held with both hands into Finnegan's abdomen. Then soon a change appeared.

"... ahhh!

He opened his eyes, which had been vain ever since he fell asleep, and raised his voice without a voice.

Harold and Finnegan surrounded by brilliant, pale green light. The sight was like a painting depicting a god who brings miracles. No, it actually equated to a miracle for Cynthia. Blessings that lead your loved ones to awakening, which could not be accomplished no matter how hard you put your hands into it for the past five years.

Cynthia was seeing it now.

"Come back soon."

Unexpectedly, Harold told me to whine. At that moment the light swelled up even further, and disappeared so that it could play.

And the silence to visit. The candle that was illuminating the room also disappeared, and only the moonlight that plunges through the window makes Finnegan emerge from thin blur and darkness.

Wake up or not, Cynthia's heartbeat goes off even if she doesn't like it. The heart strikes an early bell so much that it sounds in a room full of silence.

After a few seconds of silence, that's when it came.

"Hmm...... ah, get it? Here, is..."

With a thinly swept voice, but firmly, Finnegan spoke so.

Cynthia's vision seeps in tears, and her whimpers sink in. Desperately suppressing it, Cynthia spoke with a sense of universe.

"You"

"... Cinci, huh? Duh, cry..."

"You...!

I was speechless anymore.

You won't be able to wake your body up yet when you're conscious. Hold it to Finnegan's chest and tear even the heartbeat, feeling the warmth of your body.

I'm sure Finnegan would be confused, too, but I couldn't afford to explain the situation and how it happened to Cynthia right now. All I can do is call Finnegan's name, nod his face on his chest and cry. Even though it would be hard for her muscles to fade and raise her arms during her bedtime, Finnegan nevertheless caresses Cynthia's head and cheeks lovingly with her skinny right hand without saying anything.

How long would I have done that? The sound of a knock echoed as we were immersed in our alone time.

Oh, and a voice is called from outside the door toward Cynthia, who I thought looked up at.

"You two. I'm sorry to interrupt your touching reunion, but can't you just let Finnegan explain the situation for now?

"Also, sorry!

Hurry and open the door. If you noticed, it was already near dawn and outside the window was starting to whiten.

Cody walks into the room first into bed.

"Hey Finnegan. How's it going?

"Koh... Dee, or...? I'm old, but..."

"Well, you've been asleep for five years. It's gonna be a little dandy."

"... what, because?

"In the meantime, I'd also like to explain the area, but the body first. Is there anything unusual in there?

"Roku, I can't even speak... and my body is like lead... but... anything, years... if I slept, if I was... convinced, I would..."

"If it's hard, shall we change the day?

"No, fine... let me hear it. What happened to me..."

"Then be orderly and concise"

Cut it out that way. Cody starts explaining.

That five years ago there was a battle between the Knights and the Star Wings in the Bertis Forest.

That Finnegan was chosen as one of the judges to try recruits charged with espionage in that battle.

That I suddenly started acting confused and self-inflicted when I tried to ask about the trial.

That he didn't take care of it but was unconscious after it was seized and then kept sleeping for five years.

- So I finally woke up from sleep.

"Oh, or... Cynthia, you annoyed me..."

"That's okay, you woke me up..."

"Cody, too... you helped me... you gave me that?

"If that's the case, it would be cool. It was Harold Stokes who helped you. Remember that?

"... oh, oh. Remember, I... or... killed, soooo, phase, in my hand, helped, helped..."

"Duh, what do you mean?

"There were a lot of circumstances, and Harold was trapped in the Battle of the Bertis Forest."

The result was espionage charges, and someone's pressure sentenced him to death.

But in fact, instead of spying, he uncovered the ploy of the Sarian Empire, risking his life to prevent the Knights and the Xingying from becoming a conflict.

Nevertheless, he was sentenced to death on the pretext of using it to have Harold, and he is still in danger of his life.

"Finnegan, didn't you take your family hostage and agree to Harold's death sentence?

"Exactly... if you don't, your family says it's dangerous..."

"Oh no...! And Harold..."

"I know. But I don't resent Finnegan at all."

"... Is Harold here...? If you are, apologize and thank..."

"Uh... Actually, you said it was an emergency as soon as the treatment was over, so you're already out of town. So I stayed to check the description and Finnegan's contents."

I can't even tell him the thanks for the help, I'm stunned by that fact.

This is all I've been given. Grace, courage, happiness with those you love. A heart that will be strong.

That's all you gave me, and Harold's gone. As far as Cody's concerned, there's no guarantee I'll see him alive again. And yet he left me all this.

"But I'm leaving a message for both of you." Live the rest on your own. "I don't know if I can tell you anything more."

"... that's not true. Too many words."

"Really? Well, good for you."

The sun rises and white light plunges in through the window. It was so dazzling, but it seemed to Cynthia like some glow Harold would emit. Naturally my head goes down in front of such a morning sun, and the tears that should have dried up crying tell my cheeks again.

I couldn't help but say it, knowing it wouldn't arrive. Just "thank you," he said.

"Mom, are you crying? You want somewhere?

"Mihai......"

You woke up early, or you hug Cynthia in tears as Mihai rubs her eyes.

"Mom's fine. So, Mihai, say hello to your dad."

"Yeah. Morning, Dad"

"... mihai, huh? So big..."

"Oh, Dad! You saved it!

Mihai jumps into Finnegan's arms, waking up his body while Cody supports him.

It was just before Mihai was born that Finnegan fell asleep, I think. So this is our father and son, our first contact with each other.

Mikhail chats innocently Nico, and Finnegan listens to it with a weeping smile. There was definitely a form of happiness there that I wanted to watch forever.

That's when Cody catches his eye with some kind of imaginative look.

"Mr. Cody, what's wrong?

"Oh, it's not a big deal. How many children were you two?

Cynthia didn't understand the intent of the question. Sure, it's been a long visit, but it's because I never thought he'd hear more about family structure now that he's been here many times before.

While wondering about it, Cynthia returned it this way as a matter of course.

"What's the sudden matter? Our only child is Mikhail," he said.