My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

The first thing I remembered was the feeling that it was dazzling. The light is shining across the eyelid as if it were on the light.

When I become aware of it, my consciousness slowly awakens so that it emerges from the water. And my eyes opened all the time.

On the unfamiliar ceiling, white lace is shaking at the edge of vision. If I turned that vision only slightly to the side, the window was open, from which the sunlight plugged in to sew the gap between the branches. Watching the twig leaves whisper in the wind without any concern gradually brings back that memory of what I did.

"Wake up?

I overheard such a voice. Opposite the window, he looked towards the entrance to the room and there was a reefa standing.

Reefa, who puts joy and sorrow firmly on the table, was only a little angry, and then it was quite dazed that Erica found it in her hands. That's why I couldn't get a firm response and returned the question to cloud the words.

"... in which sense, would that be"

"Both of them. Damn it, I wish I hadn't done that so much as regret it."

Without hiding his grump, Reefa sat down on the edge of the bed.

Regret, etc., and I find it pointless to delude Reefa into knowing how I feel where she almost opens her mouth reflectively.

"I don't have any words to give back. Mr. Reefa made me impossible too..."

"It's okay about me. I did say we shouldn't fight, but it was my intention to fight the last time."

Feel the strength you don't have in a leafa that you can say so without hesitation.

I asked him what he needed to hear in a gruesome way where he was about to fall into self-loathing again by accident.

"Um, so... what happened to Master Harold?

Reefa's expression clouded only slightly at the inquiry.

"How far does Erica remember?

"… I unleashed compound magic and attacked Master Harold"

Just saying so adds to my aversion to my actions.

That's when I bumped into everything I could hold. You won't be safe, even though Harold wanted it. It's a selfish story about doing that and worrying about getting hurt, but Erica still couldn't help but be cheap with Harold.

"I don't really remember what happened after that. It's just like some kind of flash ran..."

Erica's magic drained once and for all because of her impotence to compound and simultaneously unleash the magic that was considered to be the finest. That's why I lost my mind without seeing the results, but I felt like I saw some light just before that.

"You may not believe it, but that's the light Harold had when he broke Erica's magic."

"Do that magic...... but shouldn't Mr. Reefa have restrained you and prevented you from moving?

"Sure, I was stopping him, but the minute the restraint was lifted on the way, it was overthrown."

"How the hell..."

That composite magic is the best power I can think of as Erica. If it's preventable, if it's unbearable, it's still understandable, but if it's overthrown, it's not the story.

That would mean that magic and moves exist that are more powerful than compound magic.

"Guess it's a combination of magic and sword moves,"

"Is that possible?

"I don't know. I didn't do a series of magic without chanting, and I didn't have time to do multiple chanting. But the moment I undoubtedly used the magic to put out Erica's magic, Harold was waving his sword down like he'd cut something."

"You don't have to do that if you just used magic," he said.

"Well that's the thing. But I wasn't too desperate to protect myself from the magical aftermath. So it's all about speculation."

There is no such thing as magic and sword moves. Erica also knitted something called composite magic, but if I say it, the attributes are just different. They are both magic and to the full extent possible if thoughts and magic are exercised separately in parallel.

However, if it is magic and sword moves, the magic required even if it is the same attribute is used in a completely different way. It is tantamount to being asked by Erica to do the opposite at the same time: to move forward and back.

To be clear, I don't think I can do that at all. Well, the phrase "unless it's Harold” sticks there.

Proud of its ruinous but jumping strength and brains, and besides, if it's Harold like out of common sense walking in clothes, maybe it's possible to do it, Erica thinks. And I'm sure Reefa told me this guess because she thinks the same way.

"Um... so Master Harold..."

"... of course, but it was a mess. He bled badly, and breathed rough enough to breathe on his shoulders."

It was something I knew, but the words pierce Erica's heart.

"But he still didn't fall. It must have been a lot of damage, but it seemed like it could have moved enough to disappear easily."

"Then go to the hospital..."

"At least I'm not here. I don't know where he went, but where he is now."

Reefa shrugged her shoulders when she told me where she was going.

Erica herself isn't sure if she's relieved to live by it or if she's suggesting she's seriously ill. It's just about Harold, who's plainly impotent, so maybe he's still pushing scratches and taking action again.

I can't even just think about it that way anymore.

(I should have polished my magic to heal, not really to hurt that one...)

How is it possible, even though Harold wanted it? Eight years ago, I swore I wanted to be someone who leaned on Harold. If I saw myself that day as I am now, I would surely be disappointed.

"Well, let's put aside what we don't know when we think about it. I'll sort things out better than that."

Pan, and that's what Reefa said to ring her hands and switch the air.

"First Erica was asleep for two days. It's caused by the depletion of magic, but it looks like you passed out because you lost too much at once."

"The sword of the blades was above your knowledge, but not for two days?"

"As far as I'm concerned, you've just had to use all that magic to lose your mind a lot, I feel. And then everyone else woke up within that day, and now they're in a nearby inn."

"Looks like you've kept me waiting. Are you all hurt or something?

"They're all pimping. At best, Hugo's crying," My jaw's here. "

Crying, but if you get that brilliant blow, you'll also hurt. But I hope it's intact.

On the other hand, I think so, there is something that I feel for the fact that everyone is intact. It was obviously a handful, that is.

I don't mean to overconfident you, but the six of us, including Erica, are not weak as one. There is also pride in being able to collaborate in understanding their strengths and weaknesses.

But still, Harold was strong enough not to arrive. In the form of an overwhelmingly advantageous situation of six-to-one, yet quickly sealed off four avant-garde men, Erica and Reefa finally paid off one arrow by cutting each trump card.

If Harold was fighting for real, it's not strange that they're all dead instead of intact.

Too strong. That was the first feeling I gained from confronting Harold.

"So here's the real deal..."

"What is it?

"There's someone else in the hospital with Erica, about two people."

"... Could it be those guys?

What floated behind Erica's brain when she heard about the two of them was the figure of a man and a woman who defeated him on the roof of the Harrison Mansion. I remember both of them being unconscious because Harold did something to them.

It's not that I don't have a complicated mood for the person I fought with, but if it was in that condition, I think it's a natural flow to be transported to the hospital.

"Yeah, well, yes..."

But Reefa felt a bad tooth cut that wasn't all.

"What are those guys?

"... Erica never bothered to fight those two and realize something or anything?

That was a question that got no guidelines, but I don't think Reefa's going to ask me anything meaningless. I remember the battle with Harold being too intense and slightly thin, but if I think back to what would have happened, it would go as far as to come up with an answer as soon as it was out of the box.

They were supposed to be coming to kill this one, but in the middle of the battle, it was like neither killing nor hostility.

"I thought I was dealing with an exquisite doll... no, it was like I was dealing with a person with no emotions"

Exactly what I would call a doll is something that I can rephrase, but what is common to both parties is that they “can't feel their will”.

It was just like it was mechanically attacking this one. It was in Erica's eyes.

"Honestly, I'm half-hearted because I'm not sure about the timing of the battle, but maybe it's true that Erica actually fights."

I'm sorry I just woke up, but I want you to read this, and Reefa took it out on a few parchments. The first one, I glance at the beginning.

That was like two interview notes that were now on the subject. I wondered how Reefa got this, but I'm going to go ahead and read the contents of it as I was told first.

According to that book, the two names were Wentos and Lilium, and they were the Star Wings living in the Bertis Forest. At this point Erica had a bad feeling. And that is transformed into certainty by the book.

Suddenly a settlement in the woods where they lived was attacked a few years ago, they said. He said that someone had taken him away in that mess and imprisoned him in a place like an institute. Many compatriots were captured there, experimenting with the human body day and night.

That was no exception for two people, Wentus and Lilium, who were gradually rearranged in body and consciousness with medication and treatment using unknown machines. That seems to make it impossible to put words and actions on the table as thin and thought about, and ultimately only to act as ordered.

If these are the facts, how much of a fear was it to taste the process by which one's body and mind were being redesigned, consciously?

And I'm pretty sure the first thing that inspired them to be exposed was that Harold intervened. The painful wounds Harold suffered at that time are informed in detail in Yuno's report.

It was such a dangerous and massive battle that Harold, even at the time, was quite capable, even though he was still young, was injured that far. Even if many people were exposed in the course of their deaths, the search would not reach them if they were believed to have been involved in the battle and had become uninformed.

In the first place, Harold said he was rooting for the army and the council, and no matter what, the killer - Justus Freund - could never be caught.

What a despicable deed. Suppress the rising anger and Erica finishes reading the book.

"This is why you didn't feel like killing in battle."

"Based on similar responses from two separate interviewers, corroboration from Erica, I'm pretty sure."

Harold had previously taken out two of the Xingying tribes who were being experimented with humans, he said.

I'm sure those two are about Wentus and Lilium. And I guess I was trying to save them both because it's about Harold, and I don't know how, but I let him regain his self-consciousness.

Pick a way to confront ourselves.

"So, those two want to apologize to the liner,"

"Is this about the injury you caused to Reiner's parents?

"Yeah, apparently, even if I didn't mean to, I had memories of them."

That would be hard. You shouldn't want to admit memories of hurting people against your will or anything.

Still, they take it as their responsibility and offer to apologize.

"So the question is, can the liner stay calm in front of the two of us..."

"It will be difficult. The liner is kind but therefore deeply in love with the family, and I don't think it's easy to forgive the two who hurt those parents"

"Erica thinks so, too? Uh-huh. Maybe we should put some more time aside."

"No, let's set the scene"

Then Erica wanted to respect their will. Because I'm sure Harold would.

Besides, above all, it seemed dazzling to me that they had the strength they didn't have to escape the hard reality that they couldn't help Harold.

(Even if I can't, if you have real strength, like Reefa and them, you might help Master Harold sooner or later)

I know that's a backwards idea. I also have a sense that I'm just trying to push my thoughts on myself.

I just still want to do something to help Harold, who is still trying to be lonely again, even if he can't do it himself.

That's what's left of the empty Erica, it was my only wish.