My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

The next day, this day was moving vigorously around in the morning.

Two soldiers, mainly, are.

They are both soldiers who know what Ichigo did yesterday.

The Clara Rescue Plan is designed to thoroughly ensure that as few people as possible are involved in the rescue plan, and Ichiki kept a confidential confirmation with Norman yesterday.

The response from Norman is yes. Fortunately for Ichi, but hard for the soldiers to say so.

Harold called me in early in the morning and suddenly explained the rescue plan for his servant when he went to his room in a state of fear.

Strongly inscribed in the minds of the two soldiers and the horse carriage riders who had been called in the same way as them in the absence of an understanding of the situation was that their lives would be in danger if this plan failed or exposed to third parties.

That's why one crack in the soldier is doing it with hihihihi saying the orders that are given one after the other. The other one would be running around town by now.

Only riders who have no work until night are making it easier.

"Ha, Harold, I bought it..."

"Throw it in the dungeon while you can't see it. When you're done with it, next thing you know, get on a horse and check the path to the street with your own eyes."

"I haven't brought the horse yet..."

"You can borrow one of the mansion's. But don't let him get hurt like he's gonna get hurt. Put it back before sundown."

Unmerciful, truly Spartan.

If I were to explain it, Ichigo himself is so tempered that he can't afford to pay much attention to his surroundings.

Ichigo resumes his magical practice after confirming that the soldier who made him pull his face toward the stable.

What I'm practicing is a low-level magic 'flame column', a direct translation of the firepillar. It's the magic Harold supposedly unleashed when he killed Clara in the original.

I don't know about it actually, but the perception of "probably a flame column" prevails among the players who saw the movie scene, so I decided to follow suit.

Well, it doesn't matter if it's cracked or not, but it's weak anyway.

At first he chanted half-heartedly about whether he could really use magic in addition to embarrassment. Surprisingly, I was just excited to succeed in one shot, but if you look closely, the fire column was less than 40 cm tall and as small as an aluminum can in thickness.

In the original there was the height and thickness with which the adult woman would fit gracefully, and on the battle screen it should have been a 2-3 metre fire column on sight.

If this body really belongs to Harold Stokes, it should be able to be Ichigo.

We don't burn and kill Clara, so we don't really need that much firepower. I'm not going to activate magic as extensively as event movies even in production.

That said, there's no way we're going to get more bodies out than let Clara escape, and we're going to really need “the fact that we burned her to death with fire that doesn't even leave any coal to wipe out”. For this reason, Ichi is in the midst of combining magical exercises to burn his eyes on the ground, tree trunks, and leaves from earlier.

In a woodland where trees thrive, though it is a place that has been pioneered. He repeated his work in a truly authentic manner with great care not to cause a volcanic fire.

"Hmm... would be good to this extent"

Even solitary voices do not change their unscrupulous tones. That means this is a vegan tone for Harold.

Well, let's just say I finished disguising the area like a burn. Later, if you put up a fire-pillar for this in production, you will decide that there is no wonder the body burns.

To be honest, I have anxiety. I mean, I'm anxious.

It's a watershed where one person lives or dies at one's discretion, so this can't be calm in the heart.

Even if they are characters in the game they actually exchanged words and for Ichigo, who touched that emotion, they are already human. I can't see it as just an icon in the end.

You won't be able to convince me that "this is absolutely fine" no matter how ready I am.

But now that was lucky for Ichigo.

If you realize it, you're lost in the game's seemingly inner world, and you're savoring the unprecedented experience of being possessed by characters in their current progression. It is not easy to remain calm under these circumstances.

But now Ichigo has a visible crisis impending on his life, and he couldn't afford to leave it to other matters thanks to the fact that he was dividing his thoughts to avoid it. Close to a kind of escape from reality, but it is an immobile fact that mental stability is ensured by doing so.

Is this really okay, is there a flaw in the plan I've been thinking about, or is there still something else I should be doing?

Ichiki continued to immerse herself in careful preparation until the sun went down without any stopping to think.

And a full moon night we welcomed.

Clara arrived when soldiers brought her into the moonlighted woods.

The figure is not a maid's outfit worn by the servant, but a regular outfit that is often familiar to the whole town. During the day, Ichigo instructed the soldiers to go and get dressed for it.

"Um..."

"Shut the fuck up."

Pisciously blocks the voice of anxious Clara. The tension in Ichigo was still ongoing.

Then the silent tense time lasts for a while. Ichi, Norman, Clara, Soldier A - who was skipping yesterday - broke the silence that descended during the distance is the sound of a horse's hoof running through the earth, heard from afar.

"... finally"

Behind the woods, a soldier showed up following a little girl and two horses by pushing the grass out of the direction of town.

Clara and the girl raise their voices when they look at each other.

"Mom!"

"Colette!"

Clara held the girl down from the horse hard. Put that on your ass. Ichi gets a report from a soldier.

"It's late, Master Harold. I pulled my horse through the woods, and there was time..."

"I don't care about that. When we brought that girl in, the people in town wouldn't have seen her, would they?

"No problem. But just like her, it looks like whoever's going from town to the mansion has divulged the situation, and there are already rumors that Clara could be killed."

"Shit."

Unexpectedly tongues. Naturally, if you ask me, but I hadn't turned my head that far.

I still don't seem to be able to calm down yet.

But I don't have time to worry about it right now. Regret and reflection are behind us.

I walk up to two people holding each other in tears.

"I'll give you a choice."

Stand your index finger in front of the two faces looking up at Ichi "Harold".

"One, die here."

Colette raised her voice like she was stuck to Ichigo's words. Clara, by contrast, remains staring straight into Ichigo's eyes.

Stand your middle finger next in front of you.

"Two, abandon this land and start a new life outside Stokes' territory."

"What?"

Clara also opened her eyes wide to this suggestion. If we move outside our territory, that is to say to the territory of other aristocrats, we will no longer be interfered with by the Stokes.

That is, acquittal.

"If you choose the latter, you will be dead. I won't allow you to come back here again, and say no to all the connections you've ever made."

"... can you forgive me?

Half-heartedly, Clara leaked so as to whine.

"About what?

But Harold listens back in a dignified manner. As for Ichiki, he said, "What are you talking about?" I wanted to smile and fall in love.

In general, it is clear in the game that the cause of this noise was a really unpleasant event where Harold hit Clara watering on a flowerbed and stumbled on, to name a few, muddy. I'm not talking about pity, such as getting killed with this.

That's why Colette's resentment of Harold in the original is considerable.

Of course, as for Ichi, there is no fine dust resting on her belly, and I can't be angry because it's only since then that I remember.

"Just pick it because it's good. As far as I'm concerned, it would be easier and more helpful to kill him."

"... I'm sorry. I still want to live with this girl."

(Right)

Now if they say "kill me" all the hard work is water bubbles.

First of all, there's no way that killing people can make a job of it.

"Hmm, I'm bored. Then take this."

Ichiki takes the hemp bag out of his nose and throws it unconstitutionally. Clara again stiffened by surprise as she untied that mouth string and glanced at the contents.

"Ko, is this...?

"It's a deposit. Don't let it get out of your head that you don't know what that means."

"- Thank you, sir."

Clara reached the ground and expressed her gratitude as she shook her voice.

The money itself is a penny my father gave me for Harold, who wants a sword, so as for Ichigo, it's hard to honestly receive that appreciation.

"I'll give you this."

Ichiki handed Colette something to hide her inner embarrassment.

It was a necklace decorated with an emblem of the Knights of the Holy Kings: an obsidian imitating the wings and a single sword shining in silver. It is a substitute I discovered while searching Harold's room for a home.

"Keep this off your skin and keep it down from your neck at all times. It's a condition to getting you out of here. You get it?

"Ha, ha."

Colette shakes her neck vertically in fright.

"... but if a man shows up wanting it, give it to him. It's like he's almost old enough to stand on his arm. Instead, make me promise to protect you as a knight."

"Er...?

Colette is confused by Harold's instructions. Even if I want to chew it up more and explain it, this mouth won't allow it.

Then a help ship came in from the side.

"Master Harold tells me to give it to someone who can protect you."

Nice interpretation, and Ichi grabbed his fist small and gasped pose.

Understanding what it meant, Colette shook her neck vertically and now twice.

"Oh, I see."

"Then go already. I can't let you bother me any more."

Looking back, Ichi gives instructions to the two soldiers. From here, Clara and Colette are to be transported on horseback to the vicinity of the street.

The rest is left to soldier AB and the carriage rider.

"Dear Harold. Thank you so much."

Shortly before spanning the horse, Clara and Colette told him so and left, all aligned and deeply hipped.

I'm sure it's a thank you for that or this and all you've done.

But Harold was the cause of it, so I don't have the courtesy. Sure, Clara could have died if it weren't for Ichigo, but she wouldn't have even been in such a predicament without Harold in the first place.

(I don't care if they thank me for my selfie rescue play)

At least I didn't feel proud. Well, if Clara and Colette are going to be happy in the future, that's fine, and I'll put Keri on Moya Moya in my chest for a second.

It's my last job to stay.

"Norman, you have to go back."

"... awed"

Norman responded to Harold's orders after he opened his breath. Because I saw Harold's expression somewhere in my head and wondered if it would be good to leave this boy alone now.

But the expression also returned to only a few and tattered things. Then I decided to back off that I shouldn't pinch my extra mouth now.

And they will soon realize that it was a mistake.

Harold's voice, carried by the wind, reaches Norman's ear, which returns to the mansion even as he is slightly drawn behind his hair.

It arrived intermittently, distracted by the woods, and Norman accidentally stopped walking.

"Ha, ugly face... also worth living..."

The slightly audible voice of the boy includes self-derision.

"Should be forgiven..."

It's like confessing your sins.

"Life...... waste... At least if you die... right?

Then he dwelt sharply enough to tear himself apart.

The monologue of a 10-year-old boy. He is suffering that should have accomplished a praiseworthy thing, saving parents and children with a drive that I don't think is a child.

Alone so that no one can understand.

"It's Over -" Flame Column ""

Gow, the hot wind blew through the woods with the roar of The high rising fire column burns violently as if it had manifested itself in Harold's chest.

As if to burn down the pain that dwells in that little body.

The grid Harold holds. Having glimpsed one end of it, Norman stood stifled, unable to move until Harold eventually came back as he stepped on the branches.

Harold distorts his face in the sight of such a Norman.

"What are you doing here? I told you to go back."

The tone of Ichi "Harold" gets rough. Because right now, I've been digesting the lines of the event.

It is a shame play that shines brightly in black history, such as mocking and laughing at Clara, who has just disappeared in a place where no one else is. If someone asks you that, it's a level to seriously consider bracing your neck.

Not to mention if Harold was mistaken for someone who was as painful as Sick Two, and so on, it's not the noise where the character collapsed. If you were to expose yourself to that ugliness, if you don't stop talking, it could lead to trouble later.

"Forget everything that happened today, everything you saw, everything you heard. Or take it to the grave without revealing it to anyone for life. I don't approve of the reply except yes.

I wind up in Norman with the momentum of all the stuffing.

That's all it means to be desperate, but that desperation was reflected in Norman's eyes as a different meaning.

(Why are you trying so hard to hide your weakness... how much is Harold trying to carry when he says he's just a child?)

The attitude of not relying on others to the point of stubbornness was grief itself.

But Norman nodded nothing more.

Harold left early after a glimpse of Norman, who expressed his willingness to acknowledge. The hindsight looked terribly tired.

Perhaps Harold teaches his real parents the other way, and now that he has no real power, he avoids head-on conflict and deceives their eyes.

That's all I had to do. If my own thoughts were exposed to my parents through someone, they would undoubtedly create a quarrel.

A normal child might have collided with his parents as they were, but this boy was too smart. Maybe he understood the magnitude of the impact that it would have on the future.

To avoid that, I made the choice of deceiving my parents and even all the people in the mansion. And no one involved in the Stokes family could ever break his true face as one.

Nor would his such thoughts have been revealed in the future without the occurrence of this irregular.

I have no right to worry about myself for the boy who has been fighting solitude.

Norman regretted it.

"... no, you can't just regret it"

I'm sure I will continue to regret the last ten years of not leaning on Harold for the rest of my life.

But that doesn't solve anything. We just have to use all the time we have left to reclaim the ten years that have gone by.

Until that day when that tender boy will no longer be distracted by hypocrisy.

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How long has it been since the carriage rocked me?

I realized the sky was starting to whiten as I was stroking my beloved daughter's head sleeping with my thighs as pillows. The dawn is already near.

Still, Clara never felt drowsy, she had a fluffy feeling as if she were floating in the universe.

In the last two days, the world has changed like a gallery.

When I was imprisoned in a cell, I thought I'd be executed already. Fear of death and despair of leaving one daughter behind to die.

It was my daughter and only one boy of my age who shook me up from it.

I have bought clothes for servants who can prepare as many replacements as they want, have even prepared horses and carriages, and have given them free of charge up to a great deal of money for a new life.

Harold's parents, who curse Clara as an 'inferior species' or something like that, can't allow this. In other words, this is the result of his invitation of his own accord.

While we were being transported to the carriage, I heard from the two soldiers how that boy was trying to rescue himself.

First, he complains about wanting a blacksmith's sword that he names in Leitze and gets a pass. Let them hold it and make it appear to leave for Leitze early in the morning, leaving it lurking in the woods near the sparsely populated streets away from town.

In the meantime, two of the soldiers apparently went out of town in private clothes to rent horses and buy everything they needed. "I was supposed to run around all day because of it," he said with a bitter laugh, but somewhere proud.

And once in Broche, Clara and Colette left it in the village, and the wagon and one of the soldiers went straight to Leitze. He also said he would not be suspicious because of the route closest to passing Broche to reach Leitze from Stokes territory.

The round-trip with Leitze is also roughly a 4-6 day journey, so a full day's delay is also included in the calculation.

Clara couldn't help but be surprised to hear this story, because the ten-year-old boy made an elaborate plan so far in just half a day and thus did it beautifully.

In addition, he said the large sum of money he gave himself was received from his father as a fund to purchase a sword.

Then when Clara worried that she couldn't buy the sword of the heart even if she went to Leitze, the carriage rider laughed out a bump.

When asked why, he asked Harold for the same thing when asked about a series of plans. This is how they returned it.

"Are you an idiot? You just have to look at the cheap sword properly."

His kindness seeped out in the spicy words.

I was impressed to feel that or the rider was happy to talk.

It's hard to say what a smoothly sailing life is, but I still thought it was irreplaceable that Colette was born, and that I met Harold.

"Mr. Clara, are you awake?

"Yes. May I help you?

"You can see the village of Brousch."

Make the rider's words peek into his face from the carrier.

Entering Clara's sight was the glittering village of Brousch, lit by the sunrise that began to rise from the horizon and wrapped in the morning.

"You'll arrive by the time the sun rises completely. Why don't you just take a little break until then?

"Thank you for your concern. But now I want to keep this landscape burning in my eyes..."

"Really? Well, I know how that feels."

Clara, the rider, and the two soldiers were both distracted by that fantastic landscape.

To the appearance of the village of Brousch as if to congratulate Clara and Colette on their new departure.