My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

"Wow, why do I have to look around from this hour"

A man in his late 20s, wearing an emblem engraved with black wings and a silver sword imitating obsidian stones showing the Knights of the Holy King, carelessly leaked those words with a large mouth and a lack.

A subordinate who was obviously unmotivated to accompany him can resist.

"It's my job, so please don't complain, Squad Leader. I don't even want to go around early this morning."

The needle on the clock is currently pointing around a little after 5: 00 a.m. To put it further, the lookout was simultaneous with the sunrise and had begun at 4 a.m. on the platform.

The reason for this lies in the stores that are already open and busy. Especially those that serve liquor are thriving.

Once a year, most fishermen are out of work during a three-day martial arts tournament, and during daytime drinking, the tournament is exciting and fussy.

The drunks overflow all over town, so there is a lot of rumbling and the security is slightly worse. It was also an outlook that combined its deterrence with the handling of the case.

"I don't think it's too much noise because it's a festival, I..."

"How many drinks are you trying to drink while you say something like that?

Grab the shoulder of Squad Leader Cody, his own superior officer, whose men very naturally tried to enter the liquor store.

It is also due to Cody's personality that he responds with words and attitudes so crushed against his superiors. I'm not disrespecting Cody.

"Yale's calling me."

"Don't suddenly say something stupid in the face."

Cody's men tried to drag him back on the patrol course.

Cody drops off the distant liquor store without a scratch. It's not that I know which position is up there.

"Ha... there's only three more days I can watch the people around me drinking..."

"I'd say so, but the Squad Leader is vulnerable to alcohol."

Besides, it's depressing with tangled liquor, and Cody argues this with his men who place orders.

"I don't like drinking. I like to get drunk."

Drinking ale for Cody is a means, not an end. Whatever you can get drunk, he ran out of words.

Although it is not accumulated because it is accompanied by alcoholic beverages that are neither tasty nor delicious, and is caught in tangled liquor.

The sound of the glass breaking suddenly came from the alley in front when the two had such a crappy mix. With that I also hear women screaming and flashy noises.

When I looked at each other, I sighed that neither of them hah.

"Sounds like work time."

"Not at all... can't we have more fun?"

"I'm not the brother-in-law the Squad Leader could have told you."

"Shut up. Come on, Robin, you'll get things settled on the strong side of that seer's slippery fear."

I move my legs with my mouth and run towards those who make noise. I'll turn around the corner of the alley and tear up the hedge to see what happened.

Robinson ignored Robin, who was bumping into him saying some more ways behind his back... etc.

"Yes, excuse me for a moment."

"Ah? Crack it and come in. Bye!?

The resilient man living in the sea turned around and lost his word when he saw Robinson's face further behind him as he complained about the cody he had interrupted.

Long, musculoskeletal body about 190cm long, and shallow black skin burned more than fisherman. Blunt white eyes appear to intimidate the opponent by the point of viciousness combined with his eyes.

I'm more scared than the monsters around.

Robinson himself has a calm temper. He is the type of person who loses money on his so-called looks.

But it rarely acts as an advantage in serving as a knight. Weak enemies can be overwhelmed just by staring at them, and in situations like these, nature opens the way.

The effect was also surface this time. So much so that the hedge cracked as soon as he realized Robinson's presence.

"Really, Robin, it's so smooth with you."

"I'll take it as a compliment..."

At the center of the hedge that Cody and Robinson had thus reached was a boy and an adult, and a human with his upper body stuck in the water bottle at the store and his legs fluttered.

When Cody and the others couldn't understand the situation, the boy pulled out a man in a water bottle. The boy murmured sarcastically as he looked down at the man who could lift his cheeks on all fours as he got wet.

"What do you say, you're a little drunk?

I couldn't afford to respond to a man desperate to breathe. Instead another man eats and hangs on the boy.

"What the hell!

"You can't tell by watching? Apparently, you're unconscious back and forth, and like him, why don't you put on some cold water? Well, if it's insane from the beginning, it doesn't make sense."

"Whatever you want. Say no......! Even the kid won't forgive you!

Maybe it's because he's drunk, but the man wields his right arm with a run to beat the boy.

Cody ran out to stop the man, knowing he couldn't make it. And his eyes catch.

Give me the boy's bottom cold eyes.

While presenting a man trying to harm himself, the boy did not even have any animosity towards that opponent. Not only that, but even Cody, who approached me suddenly from behind the man, caught me in sight.

calmness and breadth of horizons that do not seem like children in this situation.

I have eyes for the boy. At that moment, it was astonishing, and the color of vigilance, that lit his eyes, which were untouched.

But that was also an instant event. The boy taps the elbow iron into the dovetail as he scratches the man's big fist.

That was enough to break a man's knee. The boy, who manifested himself from beyond the fallen man as he collapsed, applauded from his surroundings but remained harshly gazed at Cody.

Based on a series of actions, Cody came to mind.

You didn't know I was strong? Just a stagger of gaze like that for less than a moment?

Cody hates unmotivated attitudes and smudges and hides his strength, which affects him. Position is the one that spoils his position as Squad Leader, but his combat ability is much quicker to count from above among the Knights. Enough to cross each other with Fincent van Westerholt, who is regarded as the next head of delegation.

I was surprised by his strength like that and was wary that he was about to intervene. I was convinced of the boy's reaction.

(Surprisingly enough to knock down a big man with a single blow, that's the observation eye.)

Seeing the strength of the opponent only requires the strength of the person to know exactly whether it is above or below his/her level. Apparently, the boy is quite powerful.

Cody raises his hands and pastes a tired smile on his face in an effort to ease the vigilance of the boy who is still watching this one.

"No, it's a brilliant arrangement. Brother, I'm surprised."

Ha, ha. Laughing all the time is very frigid. But you decided you weren't willing to turn things over to Cody. The boy eased his guard.

Keep saying that this would also make it possible to ask him about the situation.

"I'm sorry, but if you can, why don't you just tell me a little silly what happened? We just rushed in, and we don't know what's going on."

"... the drunkards were just hanging out. I dealt with one of them because he was being pushed towards me."

"I see. That was an artistic deal inside. No kidding."

I remember my legs growing in a water bottle and the laughter came in. It'll be a laugh in the booze seat later.

The boy tries to walk away saying he has nothing more to say.

"Whoa, wait, wait! Are you hurt or something? Even a scratch is hard when it comes to the bacteria."

"I just did what they did to the people who didn't even make it into a prep movement. There's no problem."

"Really? Don't be sweet. I tried to move my body around every corner and it hurt..."

"It's tough. Ask the wild horse if you want to know. Or are you gonna take away my time with the hearing?

"Well, did you find out?

Speak your mind and you'll have 20% grasp of the situation. The rest of us were concerned about the boy's identity and tried to stretch the conversation, but it ends in vain.

The boy left with a glimpse of the lightly whitewashed Cody.

"Squad leader, what are you going to do with these people?

"Uh, yeah. Waiting for recovery in the meantime..."

While skipping instructions to Robinson, Cody was thinking about the brunette boy.

That insight and self, the courage not to be frightened in front of someone as powerful as Cody. Those are powers that you wouldn't have acquired if you hadn't been in action.

From what I've seen, it was like 12 or 3 years old, but where did you get that experience?

(There are a lot of things that bother me, would you first pay attention to the fighting tournament? I think I can watch something interesting)

I'm likely to compete in today's martial arts tournament because of the word that it won't even be a preparatory movement. The age is also Dompisha given that the first day will be held for departments under thirteen years of age.

A shard of fun rolled into the job I thought was boring. Trying to remember the boy's name, speaking of which, it was Cody who realized he'd forgotten to ask his name.

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(In a hurry! Seriously, I'm in a hurry! Why is Cody here?

To escape from the crowd, or Harold, who actually escaped, held his head in an invisible alley.

That's the Cody I just ran into. As you can see from Harold's knowledge of the name, he's also a character to appear in the game again.

The central figure of the group of mercenaries "Frieri" who put together the runners… but appearing just a little before the main party, he is a character who has no grasp of fighting together or sometimes using it as good. Well, basically, he's a good guy and he treats me like a helper character who joins a spot of war.

I'm not surprised you're putting that armor together because I know the setup that you were part of the former Knights of the Holy Kings, but I didn't expect to come across you in a place like this.

Harold woke up by the hustle and bustle of the city, which began to move with the sunrise, a little after 4 a.m.

Busy somewhere as I thought it was noisy, the raised air reminded me of a college festival, and my feet were poised for the city as I was invited.

Around half an hour strolling around the city of Delphito while also exercising lightly, a roar reached Harold's ear, who was needlessly lost on market street. Two men grabbed each other's breasts and argued if they turned their eyes to those who spoke. In the aftermath of the combination, the tree table flips over, and the plates and glasses on top make a shitty noise and smash and scatter.

I've had enough energy in the morning, and it's when I tried to get it straight because I'm not so caretaker that I'm going to stop it.

A thrust man fell towards Harold.

That's why I don't know. All you have to do is avoid it and walk away.

Trying to do so, I realized there was a little girl behind me there. If Harold avoids it, the girl will be crushed.

From there, my body moved before I could think about it. Pay off the foot of a man falling out of balance, grabbing his right wrist at the same time and dropping it in an open water bottle on the lid. There was no means to resist a man in a floating state in the universe.

Then Harold's irony stirred me up to fight another man crumbly. At this point, Harold was in a reopened mood that he couldn't care less.

He gave up that even if this mouth was resentful every time it rumbled, it would only be tiring.

Harold, who was looking to properly reveal himself, was suddenly confused when he realized Cody had joined the war there.

Because of that, I lost my room and missed the elbow iron.

(Sman, I've overdone it, old man with no name)

Remembering the figure of a dull man and chanting his apology in his chest, he realizes that if he ever calmed down again, he wouldn't have bothered to escape from Cody.

The relationship between Harold and Cody is not depicted in the original in the first place. At the beginning of the original, Harold belongs to the Knights, but Cody has already launched the Frieri. It is possible that the period of affiliation has been affected, but it will also be for a short time.

(I mean, wouldn't it have been easier for you to remember your face later?

Cody sometimes accompanies the liners, so if he has a connection, he should be a source of information to purchase the insights of the main party. Considering that, earlier action might have been premature.

The next time I see him, I wonder if he'll manage to grasp the foothold of friendship, and it's time to head back to the inn to try to make it breakfast.

When I came to the front of the inn, I ran into Itsuki, who just came out.

"Good morning, Mr. Harold. Where have you been?

"Underneath the venue."

I just got a chill peek at you after the walk, but it's not a lie.

I'm actually just a little nervous because of the unexpectedly large stage.

"You seem motivated enough. That's what I wanted to give you."

"... what is this?

Itsuki has handed me something wrapped in paper.

I peel off the packaging with surprise. What came out of it was a mask that I could hide from my nose and put on at the ball.

"Why don't you change your name and try to hide your face?"

"Need it!

That was the scratch of the Harold Spirit. It was perhaps the most powerful word since possession of this body.

Hi. I'm getting confused about Itsuki's character lately. At the beginning of the encounter, I thought it was a serious ciscon, but it's actually a strange tea glare, and one might say that the area looks a lot like the original Erica.

But when they prepare items like this with a true face, I suspect that they are natural words and deeds, not tea glare, etc. Are you really the same person as the man who left Harold and Erica last night?

Harold, made down by a masked gift, immediately afterwards said, "Mr. Knowing that he is registered to appear under the suspicious name of Lord, he will once again be stuck with Itsuki shortly before the opening of the meeting.

As a result, tension was fogged but instead tired in vain to set the stage for the first war.

The hot gaze and cheer of the crowd surrounding the stage of the venue. I can even feel the pressure trying to physically push my body away.

Participants under the age of 13 will bathe them at all costs if they step out of the gathered stuffs.

"Against is Mr. Unknown Real Name. Mr. Lord!"

My registration name is called and Harold takes to the stage with heavy feet. For the record, Harold was the only participant in the tournament who used a pseudonym, which made him stand out more than necessary.

Wouldn't it be counterproductive if we were drawing attention even if we didn't find out about our identity?

Harold's face, who was trying to push shame to death while thinking about it, was as faceless as it had drained all emotions.

The way the viewer sees it, he sees it as if he is concentrating on the game, should not seem horrible to a boy who doesn't even go to the relative end of the year nearby.

And when the game was about to start. Harold has found it.

Glittering blonde hair in the sunlight stretches more than I can remember, now tied like a ponytail, the girl I helped three years ago. With a still childish look on his face, only Harold would find out. Five years later, Colette Amerail was in the gallery.

Colette is also staring back at Harold with chestnut eyes. Harold strayed his eyes to escape that gaze.

I'm totally finding out. Harold was so convinced by Colette's surprised, eye-opening expression.

Reunion at the worst possible time that Erica is in the same place. If there is a god, I want to resent its wickedness.

(Oh, I wish you'd equipped Itsuki's prepared mask for this... I might have gotten a tip. It's the strongest item where you can hide who you are and take a laugh.)

In a critical situation, Harold tried to escape reality for now.