My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

Though I cut up my workouts faster than I had planned due to Yuno's intrusion, when this happens, Ichi will have time to spare.

I've been encouraging sword exercises lately if I had any spare time. The process of mimicking game movements and mastering moves is becoming sickening, although we should have started with a necessary drive to look to the future.

I have not pioneered any other means of killing time besides that harm or waving my sword. I resent this body for not being able to easily roll out into the city.

Then every once in a while, I think of reading, and I take some of the books delivered on the bookshelf and read them in a piecemeal fashion.

Of all the similarities in children's books, Ichigo's eye-catching was a magical-related book.

Even so, it is not a technical content. It is a detailed description of the magic's formation, universal history, typical users and anecdotes about it.

The magic covered is all that is classified as grand moves and advanced in the game. I go ahead and read it convinced that it's like a special attack for a child.

I discovered a familiar name in it.

Fincent van Westerfallt.

In the original, he was young and head of the Knights of the Holy Kings. A masterpiece. The arms of the sword, of course, are so magically good that they are thus introduced shoulder to shoulder with the great men of history.

“Ultra-fire" if you describe him in a nutshell.

Using defenses so unusually high that you don't think you're just wearing armor, it's battle style to twist your opponent by letting him say something from the front breakthrough to the strongest offensive power in the character in the making.

And I wonder if it's sad. Fincent is an enemy character fighting the main party at the end of the story. Its strength, though not lass boss, is origami, and it is rare to be instantly killed when the avant-garde delays party formation and shield recovery.

He is not like Harold. He is highly popular with players. Most of the players were sympathetic to "He was suffering too," considering why he stood in front of the protagonists and Fincent's mood.

I don't hate Fincent at all.

But is it because I am now possessed by Harold? Ichi dreamed of a battle between Harold and Fincent that couldn't have been the original, and began to spin his head wondering how Harold could win.

The highest firepower on one side or the fastest on the other.

Harold would be at a disadvantage if he was hit directly from the front. It won't last long if you get Fincent attacked properly.

But depending on standing around, Ichiki thinks that Harold, who excelled in the speed and variation of the attack, should be able to cross.

At the time of its launch, the concepts of depth and 3D movement were not as pervasive as they are now, and the battle system of "Brave Hearts" was only lateral axis movement like a fighting game. That's why I give detailed instructions to party members as well as operational characters, weighing in on how I can earn combo numbers.

If you become a skilled person, including Ichi, it is possible to connect combos stably for 80.

But naturally that's the only way to go with a pair of four.

Harold connects more than 30 combos in the main fight, albeit with high performance because of a single enemy character. Especially once it's launched into the air, they'll sandbag it until their lives run out unless they interrupt the combo with a buddy attack.

I mean, all Harold has to do to beat Fincent is keep dodging the offense anyway, and when he gets into the combo, he never drops it, and he slashes it off in a prolonged manner.

Well, if you can do that, whoever you're dealing with won't lose first. In other words, it's hard to beat Fincent one-on-one if you can't do that much.

Then what if that character was the opponent, and Ichi started thinking about fighting someone who couldn't possibly be Harold VS one after another.

It would be a fun way to imagine a virtual match card and explore the winning strengths because I'm a deep fan.

Thus, by the time my thoughts were sometimes derailed or I had pinched dinner along the way, and I had read a hundred pages or so of books, I stayed up late at night.

Patan and close the book. Phew, exhale lightly. It was a good read inside.

The date has already changed when I checked the time.

When we wake up tomorrow, we'll look for the swordsmanship book next. Think about that on the verge of lying down in bed.

So Ichi finally realized.

(Ah, you left your sword in the woods...)

I've forgotten about it so far because I was passionate about reading as soon as I got away with it.

Yuno may be paying attention and collecting it, but I guess that sword still remains pierced, considering he didn't visit after that.

Ichiki is seriously reluctant to have such noisy things with a normal woman like that who does it with her, and she does it in an off-target way.

In fact, I can't walk wide in Stokes territory with a weapon in my sight, I just don't want to be left wondering why I was in such a place to tell the man in the mansion where the sword is.

Look out the window. The night sky, peering through a slice of clouds, had a brilliant moon floating to scratch out the light of numerous stars.

The garden illuminated by the moon, which is two times bigger than what Ichiki knows, is so bright that there seems to be no problem walking without lights.

When I remembered, Ichi lifted his hips.

That's serious, the murder weapon, to speak for itself. It was unsettling to leave a giant murder weapon in the open as a Japanese sensation. Not to mention that sword is the property of Ichigo Harold, and I don't want him holding himself accountable in case something goes wrong.

It passes through a quiet mansion without sound because most humans sleep in it.

He also slammed through the unmanned hall as it was and pushed the door of the heavy front entrance out.

To the brighter than I had expected. I reassure you that this would seem fine in the woods. It takes a lot of nerve to wander through the woods in the dark, even if there are no such things as monsters.

You'd better get it done before the moonlight goes off in the clouds.

A slightly quicker foot detours the mansion and heads to the back. On the opposite side of the dungeon tower, plunge into the flowerbed facing southwest.

Its spacious flower beds are so much more rightly regarded as flower gardens. The colorful ones are shaken by the gentle breeze of the flowers.

Ichi stopped to look at Erica staring at the landscape.

The first question I felt was, "Um, are you feeling better?." Even if it was completely fast, the night breeze would stain itself because it had been quiet for two weeks.

This was just pure worry. A very natural and commonsense reaction in which adults guide children.

So there was no hesitation whatsoever in taking action, and I called out to her to push Erica back into the room with the hatred of her usual condition. Without realizing that would be the original and a step to disintegrate your own plans.

If I could repeat this time with my memory of the future, Ichi would never speak up. I shouldn't have called.

But I don't have anything convenient like that, and it's only a few years later that Ichigo will look back at the past and feel painfully that this might have been the biggest turning point of his life.

It wasn't now.

"What are you doing at this hour?

Erica shook that thin shoulder in a freak at the voice. Erica wandered over, turning terribly and confirming Harold's appearance.

I felt somewhat uncomfortable with the unprecedented reactions, but I don't care in particular. I pack my distance with Erica in a foothold where Ichigo doesn't precipitate.

"I heard you were sick and asleep. Despite all this, I just think you're an idiot with no idea how to wind at night."

And I thought, "That's all I can say."

From here on out, "Beh, I'm not worried about you!?" Around the corner, that's Harold, a true scum with no sweetness whatsoever. I look down on humanity, but that's what it feels like.

I don't want to be Harold, who turned into a mass-produced tundelle, even as Ichi. I just imagined it and my hair is still a substitute.

……

"Don't just stand there. Go back to your room. As far as I'm concerned, it'd be nicer if you went straight home."

Erica leaned down without a scratch, even when she was showered with words that I didn't think were very telling her.

I can't guess what you're thinking.

"... hey, don't shut up and say something"

Ichihi felt like other HRs as Harold's tone began to irritate him. It is also called a giving up view.

Erica is still silent but basically a good boy with a good sense of things. Ichiki cuts the story off by deciding that continuing the word any longer would only hurt her irresistible.

Probably a lot younger than the original and I just can't be honest in front of the person I hate furiously. If Harold walks away and calms down a little, he'll understand what Ichigo was trying to say.

"Hmm, okay. Even if you get worse, it's not what I know."

Then I want to say why I spoke up. Ichigo "Harold" tries to pass by throwing up the main falling line.

But surprisingly, Erica called it off.

"... please wait"

"What?"

"I want to ask you one thing"

The voice is terribly anxious, but looks into Harold's eyes as he decides to.

Ichi leans his neck inside wondering if there would have been anything he wanted to ask in a temper so far.

Such a question was iced away with the following words:

"There are rumors that you magically burned your servant to death. Is that a fact?

(Oh, you mean that)

Ichi calmly takes Erica's question. There was no rush or agitation.

Because I felt like I would find out anyway at the time I showed Erica around two weeks ago. I rather have no element to find out because I'm unwilling to hide one person, including Ichi and his parents.

And the answer to this was decided from the beginning.

"No, you're not."

"So haha......!

Erica walks over with joy to Harold, who has clearly denied it.

Ichi "Harold" plunges her to the bottom of Naruto, as if she had found a glimmer of hope.

"I killed two servants and his daughter. Well, it doesn't make much difference how many of them you kill that won't even be grass."

Turning away from joy, something incredible...... no, Erica's eyes open wide like she saw something she didn't want to believe.

"Why...? How could you do that..."

Pity, anger, disappointment.

Managing to contain the various emotions that boil, Erica tries to explore Harold's sincerity.

But all the words returned from him were chopping up Erica's heart.

"There's no big reason. If you insist, it's because you have seizures."

I killed him because I didn't like him a bit, so I speak plainly, Harold.

Erica doesn't even understand the fine dust why she can easily take her life for just that reason. It seemed like a "don't understand” line as a person.

"He and the others are like livestock. It's my freedom to live and kill in one mood, isn't it?

"... Enough is enough"

"With pity, we killed her together so that her daughter wouldn't be lonely all her life. I'd rather be grateful."

"Stop, please......!

"It's an inferior species. I've never been free since I was born."

Bread, sounds like.

The identity was Erica's palm and Harold's cheek.

Erica's patience crosses the limit to the statement that 'inferior species' discriminate against humans without noble blood in them.

The shaken right hand trembled with anger, and the tearful eyes bore the colour of contempt. Keeping a kick out of Harold, Erica uttered a curse for the first time in her life.

"You are the worst!

"So what's up?

It's not as if he enjoyed it, even a smile that made a mockery of the usual people.

I'm just saying that killing people and being cursed for being the worst doesn't matter to me.

Erica understands. It is impossible to persuade this human being.

"... nothing more to talk to you about"

"Ha, that's a delightful reward"

"Excuse me."

My left cheek, flattened as I stared away at Erica's back, began to insist on pain.

It's nice that you let her go for a reason, Ichi, but there's still something hard about being hit with hostility by Direct.

It doesn't seem like a very “reward” to me.

It's bad for some fanatical fans, but I get a sigh of shuddering that whatever you think would make me happy with this.

Well, being dented doesn't add anything. I decided I was only half forced to think positively, rather than eating Erica's flat-handed when I turned eighteen. Because Erica's flatfooting after her growth and adventure is not such a force.

"Don't shake it. We can't do this from now on unless we're used to it."

The whining that tried to arouse himself was carried away in the wind somewhere.