My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

"Don't go in the front! Break up left and right and intercept!

There is usually such an outrage to cleave the air in the corner of the vast meadow with its quiet and idyllic landscape.

The Lord of the Voice is a resilient man dressed in white based armor and constantly skipping directions to the forty or so soldiers he himself obeys. but the hornhead roar scratched it off with ease.

GOOOON, and a heavy bass cry that rings the ground and rocks to the core of your body.

The body length is five meters and the height is also over two meters to a lead giant, characterised above all by the long, thick, martial horn of the head, which is also the origin of the name. Hornhead is a frantic monster that comes through hardened horns and heads like rocks to weapons.

He looks like a giant rhino in iron armor.

omnivores but do not prey on humans or other animals, including monsters. However, with a strong sense of territory, there are no monsters in this neighborhood with opposing powers with hornheads, so the territory was expanding further and further and further and further into the vicinity of people's living quarters.

That's why they're now confronting Hornhead and trying to crusade.

The biggest threat, the march, has the power to lightly destroy a house if it's about an entire house. If humans were decent, they wouldn't be able to live.

That's why I'm trying to end it with a pinch shot from the left and right, but the hornhead does the same thing, wielding long horns and tails to intimidate the soldiers around me.

Slightly injuring the hand but not blunting the movement. And the prolonged fighting has made the wounds noticeable for my fellow soldiers as well.

Fortunately, no one has been seriously injured enough to interfere in the battle yet, but if we continue to fight in the present state, eventually the dead can emerge.

The man who is captain of the soldier figured out what to do. Second, a small shadow passed right next to it without sound.

"Oh, wait! It's dangerous!"

Little shadows, boy's legs won't stop, even if the man who notices it stops.

Tell the man without looking back.

"This is no longer a waste of time. Get them all down. It only gets in the way."

The man is stuck with words in a chilling tone.

Hayden Stokes, the employer of their soldiers. The son, Harold, pulled one sword out of the sheath hanging on his hips.

Unlike the soldiers who consolidate their protection with iron armor, Harold stands in front of the hornhead in a light outfit called a three-quarter jacket with tight leather pants and boots that reach halfway up to the tibia.

Hornhead's eyes captured Harold as the soldiers lowered and suddenly stopped attacking from all sides.

He roars against Harold, who comes flat and packs his distance without precipitation in his footsteps. So finally there was a change in Harold's expression.

"The weaker the dog, the better the bark," you said.

Taunt, not fear or nervousness. Its eyes were completely overlooking the hornhead.

Maybe that became a provocation.

Hornhead rushes into a much smaller existence than he does as he raises his reluctant growl again. To the imminent giant, but Harold does not move, nor does he show a bare gesture of trying to avoid.

And the moment the distance between the two was a few meters away, Harold stepped forward.

Shortly afterwards, a tall noise called Khin rings. The identity is the sound of Harold's sword and horn of the hornhead colliding in a staggered moment.

It was not until earlier that I was informed of the outcome of the battle, a hornhead scream conceived of the colour of pain and a horn representing myself cut off from the roots.

"Surely the blacksmiths flocked around the corner. Well, it's only gonna be a dime, but keep it."

Harold doesn't even glance at the stuffy, painful hornhead. All I'm saying is it's not in my eyes from the start.

But it wasn't fatal, even if it was a blow of hatred. The hornhead rises with force on the limbs it was breaking.

What was in its eyes was anger. I barked three times to hit the rage raging.

"Oh, that one!?

One of the soldiers raises his surprise at the hornhead change. A golden glow that appeared to surround the giant.

It was a magic formation.

There are two types of monsters that can use magic. Either a species that is innate and good at handling magic, or will be available for later use in the process of growing stronger and larger within each species.

This hornhead is the latter. That's a sign that you have all the power to jump through.

Gwah and both forelegs float. He slammed down his forefoot with momentum that was just crushing through the earth.

From there, to Harold, the ground runs in a straight line, and the earth rolls up.

"Grand Punisher"

A big name but belonging to intermediate magic, it is the magic of a dirt system that crushes the opponent on rolled ground to pinch the subject. It is highly powerful but can only be attacked linearly. It is therefore easy to discern, and if the distance is away, it is not difficult to avoid.

Well, Harold goes in from the front against the Grand Punisher.

And leap right before it swallows into the dirt wall. Run as if walking through the air kicking alternately with your right foot and your left foot through the walls of dirt that strike from both sides.

Harold jumped a little higher at the end, pushing through a distance of roughly ten meters. to high enough to look down at the hornhead.

bees, and the sword held by Harold thunder.

"That's it for the bad scratch."

Harold waved down without hesitation that sword that put together enough electricity to illuminate that his body might be glowing.

"'Thunderbird'"

In a moment, a giant bird of thunder emitted from the sword with a roar strikes without eating a hornhead.

A thunderbird thrust through the giant with so much heat that it was likely to burn the eye of the beholder.

Hornhead fell to collapse slightly late for Harold to land. There are burns and carbides all over the giant, and smoke is rising from all over the body.

I can't even move with Pickle while I'm lying down. Hornhead's life activities had completely stopped.

"Now I have nothing more to do here. Just get it cleaned up."

Without a sweat, without a scratch, Harold destroys the mighty monster and returns to the carriage as it deserves.

I'll take care of the corners and the body.

When Pathan and the carriage door closed and Harold's figure disappeared, the air that was finally wrapping them soothed.

Exhale loudly at the same time as you tried.

"One squad retrieves the corners, the rest of the squad disposes of the bodies. Work your hands off, Mr. Harold! It's a good job for us!

The command flies from the captain in an attempt to tighten the slightly loose air.

As the soldiers quickly began to act upon it, the recruits in the first squad, who were given a relatively easy task, still asked the seniors without believing the sight they had seen.

"Was Master Harold so strong?

"Oh, speaking of which, you were the first."

Then Arias laughs bitterly, a soldier asked, who can't help but be distracted by the sight earlier.

"About three years ago, Harold volunteered for a crusade expedition. I've had a lot of strength since then, as you can see now."

"But are you okay? No matter how strong you are, it's the Stokes family. In case you get hurt..."

"Well, captain, plus some necks would fly. physically."

I say that in a way that cuts my neck off.

What is the obvious narrative? The spine of the recruit froze in the disturbance of its contents on the back.

"It's not okay at all..."

"Not really. Sooner or later, you'll see."

Speaking out without fear or anxiety, Arias gently slapped the recruit on the back.

Recruits still don't know why he can stay so flat. But the more experienced those who fought with Harold, the more trustworthy they are.

Initially Harold volunteered for the expedition, his parents also showed difficulty. Naturally as a parent who drowns his son.

But when I waved my sword a little in front of him and let him use his magic, I got a little permission. Because I fell in love with an excellent talent and at the same time had the thought that its martial arts and the Stokes family's fame would increase.

That's how Harold was allowed to accompany the expedition, but that's the first time he's fought a monster or something. I struggled at first, and I've had injuries that weren't small.

But Harold lowered the fact to his parents when he was injured. When it was terrible, he acted like nothing had happened even though he was injured enough to get a crack in his bone, and he didn't come back until his wounds healed after a few days traveling to Smeragi territory.

The exact chest it means doesn't know anything but Harold, but there are lives that are being saved because of it.

Originally, crusade expeditions can be dangerous. Even if this encounter with a powerful enemy like Hornhead is rare, it is never uncommon to bear the deep hand in battle and die.

But since Harold was taken on the expedition, the number of people badly injured has diminished, and not a single one of them has left the dead.

Harold can defeat most of the monsters for a reason, but he tries to protect the soldiers while denying it in words. An injury with a crack in the bone was also received when the monster sheltered a soldier who was about to beat him to death.

It is obvious that this time it was also decided that there would be a high probability that the injured person would come out if it were longer than that.

The care was both delightful to them and even more regrettable.

We are protected by Harold, whom we must protect. Besides, he says he's still a child.

So sooner or later, many soldiers will try to be strong enough to protect Harold. It's even becoming a motivation for training.

(You've gained a lot of experience fighting monsters out here. I'd like to expedite farther if I could, and I need to keep the injured out. We've got a bunch of monsters we haven't encountered yet, so I'm hoping to get some data soon)

Even if all those Harold principles of action just want to do is efficiently earn experience to survive, it's true that the soldiers are being saved lives.

By the way, I hide my injuries because if that's what my parents find out, they'll ban me from accompanying them on the expedition.

The three years that I've been walking with all sorts of people on things like that have made a huge difference to Harold.

Its ultimate is the improvement of combat capabilities and spiritual growth. Thanks to his continued battle with the craziness of death, he now engages without fear in a stand-alone confrontation with multiple monsters, enough to be slaughtered dangerously.

I am even becoming a symbol of fear among the people as a battle freak "Berserker" in order to go to battle too bravely.

And another thing, this is a change around him, not Harold himself. Its greatest merit is Task Smeragi.

The time was finally approaching when the LP farming method would be exposed to the eyes of the yang by his efforts.

Returning to Stokes' mansion after two round-trip weeks of expedition, Harold spared no time to heal his fatigue and hopped on a carriage back to Smeraggi territory with the task. My parents have shown a convenient interpretation of this that Harold is turning up heat on Erica.

When this engagement was dissolved, I decided to forget that I would start to have a heavy stomach now, considering how those two would react.

"How was the negotiation?

"We've made good progress. Now we can start full dissemination work"

The task answers Harold on the top of the Buddha with a sneer. Well done on the end, which means the Stokes were satisfied with their immediate rights as planned.

Even when it comes to entitlements, the story is simply about exempting farmers from contract fees and reducing royalties incurred when using the LP farming method, plus returning some of the taxes levied on them according to the yield to the Stokes family.

This allowed Stokes farmers to carry out LP farming at a small burden. If LP farming methods, which can be harvested in an early cycle, flourish, will stand in favour of exports to other territories and other countries, and the relative increase in revenues will enable them to pay the heavy taxes imposed by the Stokes without delay.

I guess you decided from Hayden that you don't have to say you can't do it and even get your hands on the real rights of LP farming methods because it raises tax revenues without doing anything. It's not too late for Harold and Erica to officially marry.

I don't know how easy it is to get here.

It's not something Teng Himself should say when he set it up to do so, but he makes a far-fetched choice while my father, I sigh unexpectedly.

Tasks to Harold like that, yes, and turns to a new topic.

I have a message for you from Itsuki.

"We're back together again?

"Haha, well, it didn't leak in the example. There's another one this time. Why don't you take part in a martial arts competition in Delphito? It's an invitation."

Delphito, and the word martial arts competitions sound familiar. There were events in the production of Brave Hearts that won the Delphito Fighting Games.

(That was the exact same specification as a human enemy character. Seriously, we don't have to kill each other...)

What it means is that it's a big chance to gain new interpersonal combat experience. I could say it was the best bait to catch Harold right now.

"... interesting. Join him."

Thus Harold's fight competition appearance was decided.