My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

For the first time in a long time, the liners were relieved and smiled when the news came that Erica was awake. The fact that I was so hostile to Harold that I had to say so, and that I lost, was heavy on them.

I have the feeling that we were betrayed because we believed in Harold, and the anxiety about whether we could win when we felt his overwhelming strength in our skin and were hostile again really hits the back of our brains.

And even the joy of Erica waking up will be foggy with no time between them. The reason for this was that Reefa's expression, which was supposed to have delivered good news, was rude. Her face was so tense that even a liner who was not very sensitive to people's finesse noticed it.

Is something wrong? Reefa replied with the same face as she had in mind to the liner she asked.

- Erica wants to talk to you, so come to the hospital tomorrow.

That was an out-of-the-box statement that I want you to stop going now.

I would have asked him back why if he was the usual liner, and if he woke up, he would have insisted that he go visit him immediately and make sure he was safe with his own eyes.

I couldn't say that this time because I had guessed that it was probably a bad story from Reefa's atmosphere and because Reiner's own feelings had not been well organized. In short, I don't want to hear any worse now, and I butted in.

But that's not just liners. Sometimes all the party members were more or less weak-minded, and no one pursued Reefa in depth.

And the next day, the liners were to visit the hospital with feelings close to gloom.

Arriving led by Reefa was somehow not the hospital room where Erica was hospitalized, but the conference room that was in the hospital.

Concon, and a knocked wooden door make a dry noise. I'm sure the liners aren't the only ones where the back of Reefa, the Lord of Knocks, looks smaller than usual.

"Go ahead."

Erica's voice reaches through the door. The voice color was as usual, and that made the liners uncomfortable by rejecting it.

"Excuse me."

Reefa's movement stops with her hands on the door knob in an attempt to open the various doors. And I said this without looking back.

"Everybody... be as calm as you can, especially the liner, no matter what."

"... what does that mean?"

"Let me in and you'll see."

Without answering any questions from the liner, Reefa opened the door this time.

Erica, who was indoors, was sitting in a chair in a familiar kimono. I heard it was caused by the depletion of magic, but it still only relieves me a little when I look healthy in front of you like this.

But that's between us. Liner's heart is stained with passion with the eyes of two men and women who stood behind her to refrain.

"Oh, you guys...!

It was the pair who hurt Reiner's parents and took the sword there. I recall instantly not carrying a weapon trying to set it up. There's nothing that could be a weapon if you look indoors instantly.

Then with my bare hands, I still try to fly.

"Please Wait"

When Erica stood up without sound, she went forward to shelter the pair on its back.

Regardless, that's not the liner that stops.

"Why not! They're the ones who hurt my father and mother!?

One person in the pair, the girl's shoulder trembled in a freaking way at words like throwing up and throwing away. Seemed afraid of something, but that's not what I learned for a liner.

I couldn't understand how Erica was trying to shelter those two more than that. The suspicion swirls as to whether Erica was on that side as well.

"Liner"

Never sounded awesome. But Erica called me by name. The liner wandered unexpectedly.

Erica has asked, staring straight into the liner's eyes.

"What do you want to do with them?

"How is that...!

Stuck in words trying to say it back. I do have feelings that I can't forgive.

But when asked what he wanted to do, he couldn't put it to good use. Not because I allowed the two of them, of course, but Erica asked me and I was noticed.

to the fact that the liners themselves don't know what they want to happen.

"Do you just want to bump your anger? Or do you feel better if you get the punishment you deserve?

"Oh, I..."

"... if you haven't got a clear answer yet, listen to them. It shouldn't be too late to make a decision."

Two people, who had refrained behind Erica as prompted by that word, walk out.

Standing in front of a liner surprised to see what to ask, they bowed their heads in momentum.

"I'm sorry!

"Sorry!"

Apologize for deeply breaking your hips. Starting liners in unexpected behavior, everyone, except Erica and Reefa, faces each other.

A lot of silence wraps up the hospital room. Everyone was watching the liner except the two with their heads down.

"... what are you sorry about! You hurt your father and your mother! They could have killed him! I can forgive you for apologizing!

What kind of person is a liner? Ask that to anyone who knows him and he will return the answer that everyone is a boy with a straight heart.

I have a strong sense of justice, I don't lie, I hate cowardly deeds and irrational events. There was no way I could forgive the two people in front of me for hurting my totally unnecessary parents because he was like that.

"If you want to hurt people and apologize now, don't do it from the beginning!

Air trembling rage. That was the magnitude of the liner's anger as it was.

Girls who are still young are showered with anger to stir up their thin bodies. The man, who would already be an adult by contrast, did not leave his hips slightly motionless, but squeezed out the words as he came up with them.

"You're absolutely right. What we've done is not forgiven, and I'm not going to say anything convenient that you want us to forgive."

"... then what are you trying to say?"

"The sins we have committed… I am solely responsible for them. So will she not miss out on Lilium?"

"Mr. Wentus!?

The girl called Lilium jumps up to her body surprised to see if she had been heard anything. That face says, "Why?" I just got the look on my face.

But Wentus goes on with the words without worrying about such a girl.

"I'll tell you everything about what happened to us and why we did the robbery. If you've decided that there's room for discretion, please just Lilium..."

"Oh, you can't do that! Mr. Wentus isn't so bad!

"... the reasoning doesn't go through with him and his parents. Whatever the reason, you acted unacceptably, so someone needs to take responsibility."

"Then I'll take responsibility with you!

A dispute between the two that suddenly began. I don't know why. The liner can only look at it like that.

Hugo, who had been so static so far, opened his mouth because he couldn't stand the air like that.

"Uh, I mean, what's this all about?

"... shall we free up some time? I'm not comfortable standing up, so please have a seat first."

You were prepared in advance. There was a chair for the number of people at the table.

Erica in the upper seat. Four liners on its left hand side, Reefa, Wentos and Lilium on its right hand side lower their hips.

And Erica carefully brews tea for the number of people. By the time it reached everyone, the air of what was, as she expected, slightly calmed down.

"Can we talk again, Mr. Wentus?"

"... Yes. First of all, me and Lilium were born and raised in the Bertis Forest in the Star Wing" Stella "clan."

"Huh? That's..."

Bertis Forest, Colette accidentally leaks the word when she hears the word.

I didn't say a word, but I also had a bad feeling about the liner.

"What we lived in was a very small settlement, living a peaceful life in a forest that seemed only natural, for better or worse"

But about five years ago now, suddenly the peace was broken. Yes, Wentus started talking.

The content was something the liners had also heard directly from Harold's mouth. Battle in the Bertis Forest led by Justus from behind. In doing so, a number of Xingying tribes should have been taken away and human experiments carried out.

"Me and Lilium were one of them. I had a lot of other people..."

It was a cloudy Wentus, but everyone could understand the end of it without speaking.

I'm sure no one came home. Perhaps these two would have followed similar ends to the rest of the Xingyang clan if Harold hadn't taken them out.

"I've heard stories about those things being done under Dr. Freund. If you don't mind, could you tell me specifically?"

"I don't know what it is. I was dosed with liquid, or irritated like current until I lost my mind while exposed to severe pain and nausea with a machine to be worn on my head...... then I don't have a clear memory, but I think I probably had my head incised and some kind of treatment done too"

It was difficult to say that any of the answers returned to Francis' question were humanitarian, even if they took one.

It's chest shit bad just imagine, and Colette is blue-faced and listening.

"As they brought back those experiments, I stopped feeling anything. Like other personnel who have nothing to do with themselves, no pain, no fear, even despair."

"Your brain has slowed down in order to escape the pain?

"No... numerous experiments were meant to contain our emotions and keep us from thinking about anything"

The words of Wentus, who said so, were unconvincing. That can't be the case, such as suppressing emotions or taking away thinking abilities.

But Liner remembers. That night when I first exchanged swords with them, I had the inorganic eyes hidden behind my hood and the look on my face that didn't make me feel angry. I don't think that belongs to a normal person.

"And when I lost my will, me and Lilium became user-friendly pawns for a man named Justus."

A puppet that just listens to Justus' orders. Thinking about something was not even allowed to feel guilty or disgusted. Yes, next to Wentos, who talks pale, he kept his tears in his eyes leaning down.

If what he said was true, it would have been a pretty hard experience for Lillium around the age he could still be called a girl. I'm not a liner who can't deduce that pain if he's an unforgivable opponent.

"I just wanted to ask you, do you have any memories of when you guys couldn't think of anything from that mouthfeel?

"I think it's right that there was. Now I could remember that time."

"How do you remember that?

"Thanks to Master Harold."

The liner's body hardens to the name Harold, who popped out of Wentus' mouth. It disturbs my mind that there is no emotion such as anger, remorse, or sadness.

But listen to him with that in mind.

"As I'm sure you were watching, me and Lillium would have been struck with a sword pattern when we were fighting at Harrison's mansion. At that moment, it was as if my memory flashed back."

"I mean, Harold helped you."

"That's right. He treated us as human beings from the beginning and tried to help us. Most importantly, thanks to Master Harold, neither I nor Lilium have to cross the last line."

"Um, the last line could be..."

"... as you can imagine. There were many orders from Justus, whether their lives or their deaths."

Life or death. That means he could have killed people fine if he wanted to accomplish his orders.

"Liner, your parents were really strong. They were fighting each other against us who had been hammered and improved in their ability to fight. I don't think we'd have been safe with each other if we had followed Justus' orders."

"... wait. Was Harold there then, too?

"Oh, there he is. That night, Master Harold and the three of us were acting together."

The discomfort that passes through the back of the liner's brain. Assuming there was Harold on that spot, would it be the kind of man who would decide to look at the static? Give the answer that Liner's thoughts are no.

Harold could have taken control of Rhiner's parents intact, even if it was a battle. And because of his wasteful personality, there's no way he's watching the battle for adults.

"So what was Harold doing then?

"... I don't know that. I've been instructed to leave your parents' opponents to the point of not killing and wounding them."

It would be Harold's instructions to say that Wentus didn't have to cross the last line.

But now I'm more concerned than that. That's what Harold did after he gave the instructions.

In due course, you must have stolen your sword while the two of you were fighting. But that can be denied by the liners themselves. Because at that time, I see with that eye that Wentus had a box with a sword in front of me.

"How did you end up fighting in the first place? Harold or you wouldn't be enough to steal a sword from a warehouse without making a sound."

"I didn't even ask why, but Master Harold was discovered in an unforeseen situation," he said.

It just sounds like a bad joke, such as someone as powerful as Harold being noticed by a quiet former adventurer.

But what if it was Harold's purpose to get his parents and Wentus to fight? Weren't they noticed on purpose for that? As a result, what actions did I take and where and how did I reunite with Harold?

The beating in the back of my ear is loud. The unpleasant sweat twitches and stains out. Still, the liner had to ask.

"After I stole my sword, I caught up with you guys... no, I caught up. Why is that?

Arriving without a break on the road if Reiner's memory is correct, Fog Valley in the middle of the night had poor vision and was not in a position to proceed properly due to fatigue. But I thought they would be the same, so I was just going to take a little break, and if I realized it, I would have overslept until dawn.

Until now, I thought they were lucky enough to catch up because they were resting as well.

But if you listen to me like this, will the Wentus and the others rest on the run at the time, equal to the puppets? Do that from someone else, unless they tell you to stop.

"Because Master Harold gave me instructions." Wait in Fog Valley until I rendezvous. "

In one word, all the points and dots in the liner were connected by a line.

Harold didn't join the war, and only liners went after the robbery because his parents were injured.

The liners caught up because Wentus and the others, who were supposed to run off on holiday, stayed there at Harold's behest.

I hear Colette, who is supposed to remain in the village, rushed to the liner because Harold pushed her back.

And on that occasion, Harold showed up too timely to help.

But just before that, Liner and Colette were confronting each other, there must have been someone to unleash the pressure of the overwhelming strong, who they thought would never win.

That guy was hiding himself in the same robe as the Wentus and the others, but at that time the liner was definitely thinking this for a moment.

This strength, and speed, is like Harold I saw at a fight.

What if that wasn't a mistake and it was really Harold? Wouldn't it be easier to replace that poor vision and the moment he disappeared if he was dressed in a robe?

I don't know the purpose or the need to do so. When you compare Harold's actions that have emerged, though, with those that Liner has thereby taken, it doesn't seem as if he is being induced.

It's as if Harold was pulling his hand from behind to push the liner into the present situation from the beginning. If that's the case.

- I'm the only one who thought we were friends.

Liner swallowed the sad thoughts. I still believed in Harold somewhere in my heart. I wanted to believe it.

There was just a difference in the buttons hanging, and the next time I met him, he had that hope that he might be able to line up his shoulders as a companion again.

I don't even know if I regret it or if I'm sad.

Just a small voice, damn it, and the liner shrugged.