My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

When the sun was completely down, the task of finally returning home was immediately decided to face to face when Harold was told that he was visiting. This is because it would be quite rare to visit Harold without taking an appointment in advance. Maybe that's all it is.

Harold was in yukata because he was supposed to stay late.

"Long time no see, Mr. Harold. What's going on today?

"I have a rush to tell you."

Harold, who doesn't like to talk in vain, cuts out like that without pinching a forelock.

Tasks also take a listening stance.

"Hmm, let me hear it"

"We're about a week away, but we're going on an expedition as a Knights mission. The destination is the Bertis Forest."

"That's a long way off again."

Bertis Forest is located near the border. It would take a month just to get around.

I can at least shorten the time at the departure and departure site of an empty ship around there.

"But it's my first assignment, and it's not too dangerous, is it?

"The facade is just a sentry mission. But perhaps it will develop into a battle with the Star Wings."

"Become!"

Tasks inadvertently leak out loud at the words spouted sayingly.

The Knights and the Star Wings will be in battle, Harold said. It could develop into the worst ethnic conflict.

It would be weirder not to be surprised because they told me that would happen.

"Is that a true story? How could that be..."

"There are insiders in the upper echelons of the kingdom. He's going to give us a guide and open the end of the battle."

What is spoken pale is not believable.

but the other guy is Harold. I can't imagine him throwing up unfounded paranoia.

"... what are you doing that for?

"The aim is to capture the Xingying tribe. There's a risk of human experimentation and autopsy, but whatever it is, if we get caught, we won't be able to trace the end of it."

"It's a problem that goes against humanity and cannot be seen. But if that story is true,"

Tasks without certainty, or just equivalence - the Smeragi cannot move.

It would take a high risk just to put exploration in from the scale of the story and the people involved. It may be despicable while speaking of humanity, but in some cases the option of meditating on the eyes must also be put into perspective.

"Give me proof, I can't do that. Nothing physical."

"So, Harold, how did you get to know that secret?

Natural question. It should not be possible to obtain such information.

Harold has had a mysterious information network for a long time. Did you rely on it this time to get it?

The hypothesis of such a task is neutral.

"Giffelt, do you know the name?

For a moment, the task did not understand what Harold had said. That's not because Giffelt's name didn't sound familiar.

Rather the other way around. Speaking of Giffelt, no stranger is more famous.

Nothing he can't know in Mori Luo Wang. An amazing informant who says that the more you are told, the more you can get all the information together.

However, what is known is a very occult existence.

"To the extent of rumors. You think it's a fairy that you can get any information in the world as long as you pay for it"

Harold, lay down your face at the task statement. When I shook my head two or three times when I told him to do it, he returned it like this.

"You idiot, there's no way there's a fairy. Well, I'm pretty sure he's a freak, and I don't know what to call a fairy."

"Give me a minute, Mr. Harold. I'll make sure... have you ever met Giffelt?

Giffelt is such an eyebrow saliva, and a quick story is like an urban legend. It is not normal to ask truthfully if you know someone, etc.

But “normal” didn't work on the boy arming himself in front of the task.

"Oh. What happened to that?

Such an idiot, I think. On the other hand, I had myself convinced. Otherwise I can't explain his too wide information network.

I also get quite a familiar impression from the conversation. I had a hell of a connection.

"Well, I don't care about that. Let's get down to business."

Harold redistributes.

I had a headache with the task wondering if this was still not the point after sensational information kept coming in.

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When Giffelt's name was given, the task reacted more than expected. And the Giffelt Fairy theory that is told.

I managed to catch my laugh about to blow out.

There are a lot of rumors going on inside, but it was also disseminated by him. The truth is told that it is a selfie to raise one's name in the making.

"Informant Giffelt" is a character who appears many times in the game, giving a narrow novel that has nothing to do with metallic descriptions and stories such as systems, how to operate them, and tips for obtaining items.

It doesn't bring much important information in game clearance, but what a subtle character it is to sell, an island that spreads high level monsters and floats in the ocean, and an Islamabad that appears in front of one of the deepest steps of the Las Boss dungeon.

It can also be an unknown real name, age and gender characterised by a large casket hat with a neutral appearance and swelling, by the way.

Harold has never actually met either, but apparently there is a Giffelt in this world as well. I've seen him more than I can count in the game, and to some extent I understand people, so it would be okay to lie to him somewhat.

Besides, in view of the reaction of the task, the original knowledge was likely to escape pursuit if we decided to find out via Giffelt.

"I don't care if you don't believe this story, but I'll give you a chance to pay me back what I owe you"

Enter into negotiations. It's been a long time since Harold and Tasks became uncomfortable with each other.

That may be a problem, but for now, moving on is the top priority.

"While I'm here... prepare the uniform for the Salian Empire in three days"

"Of the Empire? What the hell are you gonna do?

"Just keep it under your armor during the expedition. When the battle begins, you expose yourself to a slight blunting of the situation."

It's an arithmetic that if an imperial human appeared on the battlefield between the Knights and the Xingyang, they would both be somewhat confused as to who their enemies are.

Military uniforms on the imperial side are too obvious, etc., but it would be more effective to be that easy to understand given that they are in battle.

"It's dangerous. The worst is that attacks from both sides will be concentrated."

I understand what the task is saying. If it is also possible as Harold, the battle itself, that is what I want the expedition itself to be called off.

But the reality is that there is no time or means to take such measures.

"Don't make me laugh. They don't even scratch out their hearts."

A mouth that, as usual, only spits out overconfident answers, but naturally Harold also feels strongly about fear and anxiety.

But I can't pull it. Because I thought we could not draw cooperation from the task, which would not be easy to move if we did not show a forcible attitude of accomplishing it alone here.

As a ventriloquist, Harold even thinks about creating a situation where he was threatened and forced to assist him.

But that's for when you didn't get help from the worst task. Though I don't want to say anything yet because I want to avoid the task and the Smeragi family and the things that leave their roots behind.

"... let's get some time to wrap up our thoughts"

With a sinking face, the task clouded the answer. Probably got this kind of response after reading Harold's thoughts.

Well, Harold snorts inside too. Rather, it means that the good of the person on the task can be known just because he didn't say no at this point.

I don't know if I deserve it as a lord, but as a human being I think it's very preferable. Maybe Erica's kindness is a task concession.

"I'm not expecting anything. It's up to you to decide to ignore it or prepare a substitute, but just make sure you're on time for the military uniform thing. Then I'll put a piece on it."

"I'll arrange it right away. But honestly, it doesn't seem like it's gonna send you to a dead end either."

"If that's what you think, you can move. To the point of not interrupting me."

"Not at all... don't stop, Harold. I can be dazzled by its youthfulness, but as a future son, I am also anxious."

What an embarrassment you're talking about. This old man's spicy feelings were fogged by the word “son” issued by the task.

"... have you lost your mind? Erica's engagement will be destroyed."

"That letter is an agreement between the two of us, and that could happen, right? It's one of those choices, but as far as I'm concerned, we're gonna end up respecting each other's will."

It was an unexpected answer. I thought it was exactly what I was thinking of as a prerequisite for destruction for Erica, but apparently it wasn't.

Well, if you respect Erica's will, it doesn't matter because in the end the engagement will be broken.

"That's right, isn't it since we first met?" Mr. Erica ”was such an act of other people, and as far as I know, it's the first time I've called it solid."

(No, no, that's just not true... it should be, right?

But if you ask me, I don't remember calling Erica by her name face-to-face. It's mostly called “you” or “he”, and I think he only called me “he” when he wasn't there. Others have a rare opportunity to call their names, but thank you. It didn't seem like it was just against Erica.

I'm trying to avoid her. Maybe that was too much.

Three years since we met. It was a rude story, as much as it cost, while intensely now.

"Keep it down..."

Harold rethinks that while he says that in his mouth, maybe he should do enough to call his name as a person.

Whether it can be put into practice is another story.