My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Fiona, who was often stunned, returns to me and asks Harold and the others what this is all about. Of course it wasn't Harold who answered that.

"As you can see, someone is putting their hands in the pit."

"... weren't these reinforcements originally provided?

"If so, why did you camouflage to hide the brick walls?

"It's..."

I guess Fiona also knows it's obviously weird on the inside. I had no further objection.

But that won't stop the pursuit.

"Then who would do this?

"I have some doubts, but I'm not sure about it, including the purpose, so I'll avoid making any explicit statements."

While listening to the conversation between the two of them. Well, I think it's eighty-nine yustus, but spilling inside, Harold goes silently to the back of the pit.

Then a while later, the man's leg stopped holding the light.

"Right here."

Pit passage without any weird philosophy. It's not like there's anything unusual about it, or that the road is divided.

But the man took out something like a silver wedge from his nose and punched it into the wall.

"Um, what's that?

"It's a magic item. Let this magic flow through you..."

Say no, no, the rock wall that was supposed to have been there disappeared as if it had been cut off.

"As you can see, it will disable any magical effects hanging within a certain range."

"… although I see it as quite valuable"

"There was a good man I knew who was familiar with magic items."

The man flaunts Fiona's pursuit. Fiona seemed to have some thoughts about that attitude, but she still seemed concerned about what was in the pit where all sorts of fine work had been done so far and she didn't step in more than she needed to.

A hidden passage that showed up. It also looked like a branched pit beside it, but after a while it also changed, becoming a passage for an artifact with completely human hands applied.

"What is this..."

How much and everything was too unexpected to have such equipment. The words Fiona leaked were only a little trembling.

From Harold's point of view, Japan is a more familiar creation in Yustus' lab than it was in the past, but it may be the first thing Fiona has seen that she has lived with little to no exit from Burston. Besides, there's something like that in the pit, so I can snort something stunning so far.

"Don't be shy. Come on."

"Oh, wait!

But the real deal lies ahead, so Harold moves on without dating.

Is it even going through electricity? The ceiling was lit with fluorescent lights and no longer needed lamps or anything like that.

The inorganic passage sounds like a trick, a trick, and a footstep for three. I heard in advance that they couldn't confirm the existence of anything other than monsters, but I guess that doesn't mean they're deserted. Harold will be more vigilant to deal with whatever happens.

Did that tension propagate? Fiona and the others pushed and the air strained.

One passage that feels slightly longer. I finally see a bend ahead of me. The man nodded silently as he glanced.

Perhaps there awaits the sight the scout squad saw. Harold turns the corner after making sure there are no signs of people.

The first thing that caught my eye was a large glass that was likely to be more than four meters across at the approximate cost. It is mounted along the inner wall of the passage where it has become circular so that it can be seen up to the other side.

I could also confirm that there were other doors in the aisle that looked like the entrance to the room. If even people get out of there, they'll discover it soon.

(Wouldn't want to stay too long)

With that in mind, Harold walked over to the glass window and saw the sight spreading there under his eyes.

A good number of monsters even in Smeragi territory. I hear in the report that it is about five thousand, but is it because we are hissing that we see more than that?

"Hih......!

Next to Harold, who thought it would be bone breaking to handle all this... etc., Fiona screamed a small, short peek at the glass window as well. Maybe I just swallowed it without screaming. My liver is sitting still.

But still, the strong expression was completely blue stained though. Harold comes up with something in front of her like that.

(Wouldn't you be willing to help evacuate residents if you stirred up anxiety here?

It is such an outward-looking idea that I mistakenly think it is the original Harold. For once, it was an act based on good will, but it was also a vice that stopped choosing the means to survive in this world.

"I don't know what the purpose is, but I put my hands on the pit, and that monster would be the reason I made it to a facility like this in secret."

It is half a lie. I guess there's some reason to keep the monsters in storage, but Harold is puzzled that it's energy portal-related as we expected that we've built a facility so far.

But I explained this to Fiona, and it's meaningless and difficult to understand, so don't touch it.

"Hey, what are you doing this for?

"The purpose is unknown, I told you. Well, there's nothing you can't guess from the circumstances."

Fiona's eyes complain about what it is.

It would already be a lot of anxiety and fear if something like this were to fall asleep beneath the town we live in. It's a harsh story, but I need her to hold on to it, which is a town council.

"It is possible to use both those monsters to invade the ground. The tunnel was expanded so that he could get through."

"So, then..."

"As you can imagine. Burston will be the first to be targeted."

Did you see that? Fiona blues her face even more. It's a state of finally standing. While I'm sorry, Harold develops a very purposeful thought that this much incitement would also help me persuade you after this.

So, fu, something caught my eye. There are monsters at the bottom of the great cavity, huge doors that I guess will be their common entrance. Apart from that, however, a door was installed about ten metres from the bottom so as to fit the normal human size.

Above all, discomfort is the route to reaching that door. A very dangerous creation that just scraped the walls into staircases and prevented them from falling with an iron fence, leaving them on the far other side such as safety precautions.

I don't care how you look at it, it just looks like a staircase I was forced to set up later. Sure, that position doesn't seem like a monster attack would arrive, but would Justus make something as cluttered as that?

"How was it?

"... nothing. No need to stay any longer, I'll be right back."

I was curious, but I don't know if I have to go. And now was not the time.

I leave Fiona to the man, whose shock is not too strong at his feet, and now he goes back the way Harold brought the lamp.

He held a sword in his right hand that if an intrusion had been detected, he might have been attacked, but the lighter he clapped out of the pit he could have escaped. Would it take about four hours to get back and forth?

"Hey, you"

"... what is it?

Fiona, completely disgusted, opened her mouth for the first time in a long time.

I suggest you get some rest if you're not busy, but she's going to have to whip her tired body and mind into a job from now on.

"How are you going to move?

"I don't know how it works, let's just get things known first... No, publishing this all of a sudden just causes confusion. Should the mayor talk to the lord and then make some excuse to start evacuating..."

Did your head start working? Fiona starts exploring behavior with a bump and a grunt.

"If that procedure is followed, how long will it take for the evacuation to begin?

"... for at least a month"

"So what?

"To be honest, I was wondering if we were likely to make it."

"What makes you think that?

"We both know where other monsters have been gathered besides here. The ones I've just seen are getting pretty active, so they'll be moving within a month."

"Oh no...! So what do we do!?

"We should immediately seek refuge in Burston township-led and Lord Asylum. If you don't make it, you'll die, people in this town."

The man ran out of words clearly.

Well, judgment around here will be difficult. It's not like Fiona's in charge of the evacuation decision in the first place.

"If you don't like that, gather the representatives of this town. I'll disclose the information I have."

"That way we can evacuate immediately," he said?

"Naturally."

"... we'll gather people at the town assembly center around noon tomorrow"

"Excellent. Needless to say, more than I've seen, you're gonna have to take this side."

"I know..."

Eyes from the usual top. Some would have thought it would have been Fiona before she entered the pit, but now she couldn't afford it as much. She disappeared into town in heavy footsteps.

Now I'm ready for the first time, for the second time. All we have to do is pray that things are glued up to the arrival of the rear line, even at worst.

For one thing, that's about it for today, and I change my mind. Anyway, it's a matter of decision that will happen until the liners stop Justus from planning things, even if they don't like it. You need to rest when your mind and body can rest.

"Hey, show me to the inn."

"I'm in awe. Here you go."

I'm going to Keith and the others' waiting inn thinking that I missed the right time to ask about this guy's name.

Although the trauma has healed, it is difficult to say that physical strength and motor function are intact. I want to sweat in the shower, fill my belly and fall asleep early.

but it's a guy named Harold Stokes who doesn't even make that little hope come true inside. I discovered a group that made some noise just a little further to the inn. Apparently they're arguing in front of the diner to see the sign.

The guy who could have drunk even before sundown was making a scene and tried to get it straight from a distance.

... but the noisy ones were familiar faces. I mean, I was part of the frieri.

What are they doing?

It looked so natural and beautiful. I know what's going on, and I don't see why you're making a scene.

Let's crack it down with strength before we cause any more trouble. Harold also ran to a short-circuited solution to his overly naive behavior, albeit mercenary collapse.

... I ran away. I wouldn't have accidentally cracked it in or anything if I had even checked with the person arguing.

"What the hell are you guys doing...?

"Whoa, Harold's husband!? No, it's not!

"What difference does it make?

"It's a misunderstanding. It's a misunderstanding!

The pneumonia rises. Harold pressurizes me and the two members of the frieri just retreat.

But they uttered the words of illustration as they attracted their expressions.

"We were just normally eating mesh. Ooh!

"I was so horseshit by that, Meshi!

That's how this happens, and I push ahead with my eyes as I stick it in my heart.

"So let's try to thank the chef!

"That's right! That was so cool! So do we."

- Like my husband!

"Ah?"

The two words overlap. Like my husband, that means in this case, unwillingly referring to Harold.

And when I was told, I remembered. When there was a slight increase in the number of personnel in Frieri, he held something like a get-together with face-to-face and comfort as the head of the one.

Nearly twenty tough guys eat and drink even though they rent out. It's a fuss. Harold called in the chef of the store when it was difficult to pay attention to the fact that he was not in a rush, though, and the feast was missed after the troubles.

Noblemen who took all the bad men of the gala. That was Harold from the side, and from the side of the store it was already scary.

Harold briefly told the chef, who naturally appeared rattled and trembled, not to say anything extra.

'It didn't taste bad. Keep it.'

He threw a bag full of gold coins with those words and gave it to him.

I thought it was too expensive, including the nuisance fee, but it still felt about chipped from Harold, who has funds for PL farming methods to be saved via Smeragi.

As for Harold, I thought he was acting like a nasty guy from the Narumi aristocracy, but that seemed to look good on them when they were consuming alcohol in a good way.

"But we're not so good at galas, and they scare me..."

"I guess."

"Hmm, they thought the shopkeepers would be involved too..."

'Cause you do things you're not used to, you idiot.'

"" Excuse me...... "

Once again, the two words overlap. But well, if what they say is true, no offense, and it would be muscular to solve it as the person responsible more than just being involved in this way.

That's what I think and turn to the person I was arguing with.

And now it was Harold's turn to pull the stiff facial muscles, albeit only slightly, except when mocking them.

The face that was still young was firmly grown up, but the orange hair reminiscent of the lion's tenderness remained the same as it was back then.

I could understand at a glance who he was.

"Oh, you are... Harold, are you...?

A man who was once a Knights, only a few months old, but spent time with him as a companion.

Sid was there.