My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

"... what do you think? About Harold."

Irene dives her voice and asks so, still working on preparing for the leaning night camp. Turned to water, Robinson and Sid looked at each other and vacated between breaths before returning each one like this.

"Aren't you a good boy?

"Aren't you Shi-eun?

"I know you're pretty strong, but you're not a good kid."

Suddenly Robinson's opinion was unacceptable from Irene, who was scolded for being a miserable miscellaneous fish below children, etc.

"Really?

"Anyway, Robin just feels that way because he wasn't scared the first time we met."

"It's, well..."

Harold, who didn't scare or move as if against his own biggest complex, can't deny that it's certainly the only thing that makes him more likeable.

"Either way, you're freaking out at Robin. Aren't you diving into that training ground?

There was no voice to dispute Sid's opinions like that. Everyone agrees roughly.

To be clear, Robinson's face can be described as a murder weapon. Even large adults are so vicious in appearance that they are afraid.

Even more so if you're a child, there's no wonder you just cried out at about Harold's age.

That's what the three of us have in common.

Although not particularly indicated, the three gaze concentrates on Harold. The look of twigs on the burning fire with a grumpy look on his face only looks like a child of his age.

But the fruit is that at only 13 years of age, he will be elected to the Knights, so I guess he has tremendous power.

I can't be sure because I don't really trust the touch that I haven't seen his prowess yet, and that Cody, who stands out for cracks and nasty words and deeds, expected it. I know from my head that I wouldn't do anything to solicit jokes.

So, uh, Sid whines about this.

"Well, let's talk about it in person."

Say it quickly or Sid will get the tent set up quickly.

And he called out to Harold as he sat somewhere across the street from Harold across the burning fire.

"Hey, Harold, you got a minute?

"What?

"Oh, my God, but we only know each other's names, and we're gonna deepen our friendship."

"... on your own"

Harold accepts Sid's suggestion even as he looks troublesome. Seeing that reaction, Robinson and Irene approached.

"By the way, I've always wanted to ask, where did you get invited by the Squad Leader? I don't care how many times you ask me."

It's Delphito's martial arts competition.

"That sounds like we were in it as guards too..."

"Oh, could it be the kid who was beating up drunks?

Robinson's memory flashes back.

I hadn't been able to confirm my face because of the distance, but in retrospect, the outfit and atmosphere are pretty close to the boy in my memory.

"That's what you were doing."

"But I don't think I ever solicited you then..."

"He came just after the first day of the tournament. You don't break your mouth because you're gonna find out you were skipping. He wasn't wearing armor."

"... No, I'll take care of everything. There was a day when we disappeared."

It's also a new event in the memory of the three of us that Cody was so flattered by his renunciation of duty.

Hearing this story, Eileen groaned at Cody with a low voice crawling through the ground, "Squad leader?". My eyes are fixed.

"What happened to that woman suddenly?

"Oh, you're even going to lightning the Squad Leader. Always."

Even after the martial arts tournament, I was preaching, but the anger seemed to be turning back.

When Sid laughs and explains to Harold that it's a sight he doesn't like to see here, he sees Robinson looking somewhat surprised.

"... Harold, you seem to have competed in a martial arts tournament, but is that a tournament under the age of 13?

"Yes."

Harold narrows his sharp eyes even more when he says, "So what?"

Robinson continued his words even as he was slightly under pressure.

"I wonder how it turned out?

"It will be decided that you have won"

Even Harold says so as if it's natural.

After wondering why he was asking such a question, Sid decided to hold his mouth and watch it depend on what happened. And Robinson approaches the core.

"... a giant thunder struck our heads that day as guards patrolling. And according to what I heard, that sounds like magic used by the winners of a division under 13."

I mean, I dropped that thunder, and if the rumor he heard was correct, it would mean Harold.

If that thunderbolt was brought on by Harold's hand, Cody can snort at recommending it to the Knights without waiting the prescribed age. It was such an awesome magic of power by then.

"Is that your magic?

"... 'Voltrance'"

A flash of light tore through the sky of darkness, soon to be completely sunset. A single arrow of thunder struck out toward the sky ascends to heaven.

The lightning strike, which seemed to disappear straight into the sky, struck the monster directly, shooting down a huge monster three meters long. The blackened monster is utterly desperate.

"This is the answer. Satisfied?"

Harold, who buried the monster with a magical blow activated without any preliminary motion or chanting, says so in a troublesome tone without changing a single complexion.

Robinson and Sid stunned by what happened so abruptly. Eileen, who was whispering to Cody a little further away, is also pompous because she doesn't know what's going on.

The only Cody who hasn't moved like that came out of the sermon with a face that said he did.

"You did it, Harold. I'm surprised they suddenly use magic."

"Because you're not going to tell me about me by running into a safe house. Don't make me bother you."

"When they say that, there's no word to give back, brother, and you're in trouble."

It's like no trouble, laughing off spicy words from Harold.

And when he pounds just to come up with a name proposal, and hits both hands, he switches the story as if he doesn't even feel the heavier air or other fine dust.

"But let's just say that, the sun's down and it's time for dinner. Was the whalemana still salted?

Cody fishes out a dish of liquor as if nothing had happened.

Not only Harold but Robinson and the others sighed out of their minds.

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In a quiet space, only the sound of the pen running over parchment sounds in a constant rhythm.

Even if there are no gaps in the bookshelves provided on one side of the wall and where the books are arranged in the title sound order, the Lord's slight character of this room is seeping out.

Its lord, Fincent van Vesterfallt, keeps the pen running silently. I raised my face just as I felt tired and rubbed my shoulders because I was facing a pile of paperwork for a long time.

In person, his deputy, Shannon, is immersed in paperwork just like Fincent.

I thought it was time to let myself in for a break, and I tried to speak to her, and I realized that it was noisy outside the window.

Would there have been any training or something today? Looking outside with that in mind, there was a crowd in the exercise area.

"Dear Fincent, what's wrong?

"Shannon, would it have also been joint training today?

"There shouldn't be any such appointments..."

Fincent points out the window to Shannon, who leaned his neck inside without asking the question.

"That... apparently brings the platoons together. I can see some squadron captains."

The question is, what are they doing via?

I'm guessing they're the only cases that can be judged from the fact that we haven't even talked to Fincent.

"Yay. Is Fincent here?

As I twisted my head wondering what kind of gathering that was, the office door opened casually without knocking. The voice that jumped in at the same time is from a corrupt edge that no longer fits in with the expression I'm used to hearing.

His old friend's name is Cody Ruzial. Whatever the difference between heaven and earth is between the positions of Deputy Commander and Squad Leader, it is a pattern that we know each other so well that we do not like it.

That's why Cody showed up here, and I intuitively realized that the noise in the exercise area was probably his prospect.

In retrospect, I hadn't seen him in the last few days. Maybe he planned something in the meantime.

"You. What's all the noise today?

"It's not a good decision, lieutenant... it's sort of a hit. I'm going to run a rookie's entrance exam in a few moments, so pay attention."

"Damn, a guy named you... I'm asking you not to just cause problems"

"That depends on him."

Cody laughs like he's gonna bite you to death. That was a really fun laugh, which I haven't seen in a long time, even from the long time I've been dating Finn St.

Is he, the being called, making him do so?

"Just look at the exercise area from here on out. Probably something funny to worship, huh?

That's all I said, Cody left without even closing the door. In the room where the silence was restored again, ha, the sigh overlaps.

"You're as noisy as ever."

Shannon seeps through some disgust while closing the door that remains open. A conspicuous cody that is obnoxious to say and do from a serious girlfriend is not a very preferred being.

I know he's a good friend of old knowledge with his personality and Fincent, so I don't want him to be evil, but I honestly want him to be a little more firm.

"That exodus was born, we can't fix it now. And a man who can behave in public."

"I know that... but I think Master Fincent has a sweet response to him"

Sweet, the word tickles in the back of Fincent's chest. Guilt that one day they began to feel against Cody.

If you seem to be treating him sweetly, it must be the cause.

Originally Cody is a man unfamiliar with organizations like the Knights who value tradition and discipline. He/she will also be aware of that.

Still, he has survived here for over a decade now. I can't breathe for Cody, in this place that doesn't look like him.

"... No, I'm the one who's not really cute"

"Did you say anything?

"Nothing."

Shake your head sideways to divert attention from the negative emotions that have engulfed you. Fincent opened the window, deluding the words he had accidentally leaked.

A gentle breeze blows into the room. I exhaled heavily as I was stroked by the wind.

"Let's take a break, Mr. Shannon."

"Then prepare some tea."

"Oh, thank you"

I can't grasp Cody's sincerity, but I guess he wants to show me something because he says so much.

It's about that man. There is also the possibility of being shown something nasty.

But there's an earlier laugh in the back of my brain. That was engraved in an old memory, something that reminded Fincent of his vision.

That's why I wanted to believe it. I miss Cody's, like a boy who can't wait to see this one react to the fun, that grin.