My Death Flags Show No Sign of Ending

The day after I met Harold, Reefa's appearance was in front of the Mountain Gate at Gillan Snow Mountain, managed by the Knights. Naturally Harold, and somehow unknown gender figures, are with him. They say his name is Elle.

Harold, who was walking about three steps ahead of the Reefers, poked a piece of parchment removed from his chest at a knight who tried to block his way. The knights, who were hostile in the beginning to find out that they were Harold, look at it and change their complexion.

Reefa had no reason to know what was written, but the knights didn't even try to hide their hatred and had a tough gaze at Harold stepping into the mountains.

But I don't even care about them like that. Harold moves on slightly. It's like knowing a mountain path to the top.

Looking at his back like that, the question arises over Reefa's head as to who Harold is, who the knight hates so much. It seemed pretty famous from yesterday's reaction in the dining room and Elle's story, and the alias knight-killer Nightkiller is extremely noisy when you calmly think about it.

Reefa's purpose was to record data on the ice dragon Hydra, but he was also interested in a human being named Harold.

And Reefa was not a man of restraint enough to remain intelligent curiosity.

By the way, I open my mouth as I walk down the mountain path where the snow lingers.

"Hey Harold. Why do they call you" Knight Killer "?

"They're just standing around on their own"

"Was it five years ago that triggered that?

I've interrupted the conversation, and somehow I seem to know about Harold's past, Mouthwatering El. Harold stares at Elle as if to tell him to shut up.

It was powerful enough to tremble even with the proud reefa that the liver was sitting. Maybe this is what "kills" means.

But Harold never uttered a word.

A flock of white wolves appeared, roaring from behind the trees. You've invaded even the territory, the other side is already in combat position.

White Wolf is a monster with beautiful white hair like fresh snow.

Character is fierce on the back of what it looks like. As a whole, it is not very strong, but it is important to be careful when encountering large herds because of the habit of herds.

Reefa gets the information in her head.

The monsters supposedly distributed in Guillain Snow Mountain have been investigated and countered in advance. Sneak your right hand inside the white coat and remove the three test tubes as they pinch between your fingers.

I threw it to the flock of white wolves without creation.

There is no way to hit it with a big mess, and the glass test tube falls to the ground and cracks with the parin.

The next moment, there was an explosion with a roar. The White Wolves, swallowed by the flames of the explosion, splash in pieces of flesh.

The battle ended with just one throw.

"So-so powerful."

Satisfied Reefa nods yeah yeah.

It is an attack developed with the idea of dealing damage to the Ice Dragon, a bigger monster than the former. About a small monster is a blow.

"It's the first magic I've ever seen. I wonder how you did it?

"It's a trade secret. Well, I'll just say it's not just magic!

Reefa with her hands on her hips.

Opinions will be divided as to whether it applies to the classification of magic, but as for her, it is self-confidence. I didn't feel bad about Elle impressing me.

Harold, by contrast, is indifferent. On the contrary, I complain to Reefa.

"You know the bottom of a toy like that."

"What?

I can't keep my mouth shut when they call me a confident piece.

But the moment Reefa tries to eat it, her vision is smeared with a puncturing light. Something happened to pass right next to the reefa with the lid closed.

Immediately after, I hear a screaming voice coming from behind me.

A flash of light subsided, and if I looked back, White Wolf... what was was burning and burning to death. Apparently, he was being pinched and attacked from behind.

Reefa had not been able to perceive the signs. Had it not been for Harold, I might have died here myself.

"It's less than third-rate if you're going to be caught off guard during battle, whether you have excellent means of attack or not. If you want to die for nothing, do it elsewhere."

"Ugh..."

That's all I'm saying, Harold turns his heel and walks out again.

It's a way of saying you're going to have an epilepsy, but you're certainly right. Harold's words had an indescribable weight. I'm honestly happy with the rating of a superior means of attack.

Is it also the weight of the life he has walked through that feels so? If you have lived peacefully and safely, you will not be given the alias "Knight Killer”.

"Do you care? His past."

That's what Elle whispered in his ear so Harold wouldn't hear.

If it bothers you, of course it bothers you.

"Well..."

What a toothless response, unlike Reefa.

I'm interested, but I don't care what you think. Harold seems to be carrying a past that's not normal. I feel hindsight to hear that past from others, not myself.

Curiosity and ethics flaunt each other in the reefa.

"I'm telling you, what I know about him isn't a serious secret, is it?

There are many anecdotes and rumors about Harold in Elle's story, and whether it's true or not, again, and. Most importantly, the alleged incident Harold caused just because Reefa doesn't know about it seems to have its details released.

That is to say, the fact that everyone can know and the content of the rumours that are spreading true or false to complement the details.

"More speculative than I thought, but didn't Elle know Harold?

"Terrible. Yesterday, just like you, is the first time we've met."

That's what Elle said openly. But the question remains.

Then why did you come with us?

"I've been interested in him for a long time. It was a great opportunity to talk in person."

"You've often reached such a dangerous zone with such motives."

"Honestly, I didn't think you'd be allowed to accompany me so lightly."

Haha - and a mindless laugh.

He said he was a traveler and it wouldn't be as if he didn't have the skill to fight, but what he said and what he looked like looked like was a small herbivore with Elle taking a leisurely walk through the territory of the Beast. It is likely to be supplemented by a slightly gazed gap.

"Well, put that away. What do we do?"

(... Harold and I are going to be together for the next few days, and it's not going to hurt to hear that, is it?

After all, Reefa, who lost her curiosity, convinced herself so.

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In talking about a person named Harold Stokes, the phrase "the youngest ever to join the Knights" must follow. At the time, he was called a genius boy, but that period was very small.

First assignment done months after joining the group. So he disobeyed his superior's stop order and fled before his enemies. Furthermore, espionage charges were hung because he was wearing the military uniform of the Sarian Empire at the time of discovery.

This should have sentenced Harold to beheading...... but he waited there but it takes.

It was the Stokes, Harold's home, who raised that voice, and the Smeraggi, whose eldest daughter was engaged to Harold. It was part of the Knights again.

Especially the Smeragi family is famous as a prestigious nobleman, and there is also an appeal of the Lord's task of excellence in human morality, which leads to a commutation of sentence.

Subsequently, as a result of the reconsideration, Harold's figure was transferred to a certain laboratory. practical experiments of the research that was being carried out there. He found his suitability as a subject, and conditioned his cooperation on a pro bono basis, extreme sentences were avoided until he was imprisoned.

Break this condition, of course, and you will be sentenced to death again. For that reason, Harold lived and lived as a subject of the Institute until he arrived today.

"And well, I guess this is the commonly known Harold figure"

"Oh, my God, he doesn't suck."

The sun also fell, inside the tent stretched for the camp because climbing any more was difficult.

Harold has set up a tent in a remote position, where it is his turn to fire. In that gap, Elle and Reefa were having a conversation while lurking their voices in one tent.

By the way, Reefa doesn't look like she cared about being the same tent as Elle. I haven't told you my gender yet.

"And besides applying mud to the face of Smeragi, the benefactor. Oh, my God. Harold asked me to blank my marriage after reconsideration."

"That's it, you scumbag through the shit."

To Harold's humanity, which Elle speaks of, Reefa throws up so with a voice containing contempt. Well, I can't help but react like that if they ask me all about it.

But Elle's mouth didn't stop here.

"Now that you've asked me, do you know why Harold hates me so much?

"I don't like it."

"But there are too many puzzling things about this story."

"The puzzling point?

"Yeah. And that's why I was so interested in him."

What Elle thought first when he heard the ruling handed down by the Council. It means that the nobleman's son will be sentenced to a lighter and more extreme sentence.

"Harold committed it, and if I tell you, it's just a getaway in front of the enemy. That was also a sudden battle in action during his first assignment on sentry. It's not uncommon for frightened recruits to escape."

"That's because Harold was an imperial spy, wasn't it?

"Correctly, it's a spy“ charge. "As a matter of fact, without proof that Harold was an imperial operative, there has been no damage."

"... what do you mean"

"Harold was just wearing an imperial uniform, and I don't know why."

It's decided because you're such a spy.

"Then you just have to specify that. The sentencing document only says“ charges ”"

Obviously, it's not right. The sentence imposed for the crimes committed is too heavy.

If a spy is a fact, it should be specified in the sentencing document, and even if it were, it's too steep.

"The Stokes are not influential houses, but historic aristocrats. Do you think it's possible that a man in that house could be sentenced to a maximum sentence after only two weeks of deliberation?

"It's..."

"By and large, if the spy was a fact, it is a priority to extract information rather than kill it. I've never even heard of a life sentence for abandoning it."

It's unprecedented.

It is as if there is a second reason, and it should not seem to Elle that there is a verdict from the beginning.

No, only on the assumption that even that verdict will be overturned......

"I know it's weird, but why do you know Elle so well? Are you sure this is the first time?"

"Truth. But when I do travelers, my face and connections get wider. People can talk to you."

I have the means to listen, to be precise.

Sometimes you become a traveler, a merchant, a nobleman, a newspaper reporter. It belongs to your hand, such as preparing false titles.

And he has a lot of handouts to get close to the subject. I got Harold's whereabouts this time because I was hooked up with a network of peers.

"Hmm. So you haven't heard anything from anyone I know in Harold? Then you're gonna see a little bit of the truth."

"I do. Shall we tell the story of Harold's superior officer?"

It was about three years ago that Elle met him. A man who was Harold's superior officer and raised his protest faster than anyone else in the Knights when his death sentence was decided.

Cody Ruzial. Reminds me of that lazy face.

Cody, whom I met at the tavern, was deeply intoxicated, and still when I gave him Harold's name, he was smashing his mind lengths as he moved his unwavering mouth desperately.

'Work patterns, I've seen a bunch of dumb bastards... “Idiots who think only of themselves" to “pig-rushing idiots who are solidified in their sense of justice." All they have to do is “just idiots" …'

Cody fingerfolds and counts the type of idiot he knows with the opposite hand while holding a glass in his right hand. And all at once fill the contents of the glass, exhaling a breath of alcohol.

Finally, he added:

"He's an idiot who doesn't look at himself."

With his words like that, the curtain of the story rises.

This is its preface, colouring the harsh half-life of a man named Harold Stokes.